Sonam Dixit ,LLM

Weaving my journey through the intricate tapestry of Sprituality . Heart open to universal wisdom!

[vegastar @vegastarr]

Your Mind Isn’t One Thing.
It’s Layers. 🧠✨

Source Above.
Ego in the Middle.
Desire Below.

Master the Center —
And You Master Reality. 👁️⚡

[Heritage Girl @HeritageGirl7]

Remover of Obstacles ♥️

[SILENT~NOISE 🪷 @CookieKL]

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[ॐ Kirti 🚩 @whoKIRTI]

पशुपति महादेव 🔱🚩

[Doglover @puppiesDoglover]

Funny moments

[folie à deux @folieadeeux]

Taoist Üstat, Antik Şehir Surlarında Yerçekimine Meydan Okuyor

[🧬Maxpein🧬 @maximumpain333]

god is a dog
not metaphorically
not in some poetic
kind of way
I mean literally
panting
drooling
wiggling
grace with paws

god doesn’t sit up
in some cosmic control tower
judging your calories
and catastrophes

nope

god is under the table
hoping you’ll drop
a potato chip

and when you do
she doesn’t say
“too bad that’s trans fat”

she says

“holy wow thank you
that was delicious
I love you
I love you
I LOVE YOU”

you stumble
in the door
after screwing up everything

again

and god bolts toward you
like you’re the best thing
that ever happened to Tuesday

she doesn’t care
that you yelled in traffic
or forgot to return the call

or ate the entire pint
of Ben & Jerry’s
with a spoon
that still had peanut butter on it

she just wants
to sit in your lap
and sniff your face

and listen
I don’t know about your theology

but mine’s built on
salty snacks
dark chocolate
and the unshakable truth
that mercy wears a collar
and chews socks

when you’re crying
in bed at 3 a.m.
when you feel like
a burnt piece of toast
that no one wanted anyway
god jumps up beside you
licks your tears
and falls asleep with her nose
in your armpit
not because you smell good
'cuz chances are you don’t

but because
that’s where you are
and god always
wants to be where you are

she’s not interested
in your five-year plan

she’s not keeping score
she doesn’t care if you meditate
or hydrate or
know the number
for your senator
she just wants to be with you

god is a dog

and love
real love
has fur on the furniture
and forgiveness in the eyes

that’s all the theology I need.

~ Angi Sullins

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[One Reason @0neReason]

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Semangat yuk... Di hari Rabu merindu 💕

[vegastar @vegastarr]

Always Remember That. 👁️✨

[🧬Maxpein🧬 @maximumpain333]

THE WORLD DOES NOT REWARD WHAT YOU THINK IT REWARDS

Shakespeare wrote this line in Measure for Measure, but it cuts deeper than any single play. It is an observation about the structure of reality as most people actually experience it , not as they were taught to expect it.

The corrupt climb. The honest stumble. The one who compromises reaches the position that the one who refused to compromise was passed over for. This is not cynicism. It is precision.

Every genuine wisdom tradition has had to reckon with this fact. The Stoics did not promise that virtue would be rewarded in the world. They promised that virtue was its own reward, that the inner state of the person who acts rightly is fundamentally different from the inner state of the person who rises through corruption, regardless of what the outer circumstances show.

Seneca wrote to Lucilius that the good man can lose everything except his goodness. This is not consolation. It is a different definition of winning.

Jung understood that the psyche registers what the social world ignores. The person who rises through manipulation, dishonesty, or the exploitation of others does not escape the consequences of what they have done. They carry it. The shadow accumulates everything that was suppressed in the pursuit of power.

What was gained outwardly is paid for inwardly, often in ways the person cannot even name.

The figure consumed by the serpent above, the solitary figure sitting below, both are present in every life. The question is not whether you will fall or rise. The question is what you will have become by the time you find out which it is.

Virtue does not protect you from falling. It determines who you are when you do.

~ Pyramid Consciousness

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[🧬Maxpein🧬 @maximumpain333]

THE DARK HISTORY BEHIND A COMMON HOUSEHOLD ITEM

In the quiet corners of your home, where light meets shadow, there hangs a silent sentinel — the mirror.

What seems a mere tool for vanity carries a veiled abyss of ancient knowing, a threshold where the veil between worlds thins and the soul whispers secrets too vast for the waking mind.

Long before polished glass graced our walls, our ancestors gazed into still pools, obsidian slabs, and burnished metal.

They understood: the reflection is not you. It is a fragment of your eternal essence, a portal where the seen and unseen entwine.

In sacred temples and forbidden chambers, mirrors served as scrying vessels — doorways for spirits, ancestors, and unseen forces to peer back. Aztec priests invoked visions through black obsidian mirrors to prophesy fates and commune with gods. Medieval mystics warned that mirrors could trap souls, especially in the presence of death, lest the departing spirit become ensnared in the silvered realm, wandering eternally between reflections.

The broken mirror curse? No mere superstition. To shatter one was to fracture the soul’s delicate weave across dimensions — seven years of misfortune as the fragments slowly realign in the astral planes. In some traditions, mirrors were covered during mourning so the dead would not be lured back into the illusion of form, forever haunting the living through their own gaze.

Yet deeper still: the mirror is a teacher of duality. It shows the mask you wear in the material world while concealing the luminous truth of your higher self. Gaze too long, too deeply, and you may cross the threshold — where ego dissolves and the Great Mystery stares back. Many mystics and seers have lost themselves in such contemplation, only to return transformed… or not at all.

Today, we hang these portals casually in every room, unaware that each glance is an invocation. The mirror does not judge; it reveals. It absorbs the energies of your home — joy, sorrow, anger, love — and holds them in silent witness. Cleanse it with sacred smoke, anoint its edges with intention, and speak to it as an ally, not an object.

Beware the casual stare.
In its depths swims the collective shadow of humanity: all that we hide, all that we fear, all that we are becoming.
The next time you pass before it, pause. Breathe. Ask: Who is truly looking back?

The mirror remembers.
The mirror knows.
And in the eternal dance of light and dark, it waits for you to awaken.

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[🧬Maxpein🧬 @maximumpain333]

THE WILL IS THE MOST MISUNDERSTOOD FACULTY IN THE HUMAN BEING

In popular thinking, willpower is the capacity to force yourself to do things you do not want to do. To override the body, suppress impulse, push through resistance.

This conception of will is not wrong, it is simply shallow. It describes the ego’s crude approximation of something that, in its true form, operates entirely differently.

The esoteric traditions drew a sharp distinction between personal will and what Hartmann, following the Rosicrucian and Theosophical lineage, called alignment with the universal will.

The personal will, driven by desire, fear, ambition, the need to prove something, is powerful in the short term and self-defeating in the long. It fights against the current of existence. It exhausts itself in the effort of control.

The Bhagavad Gita described this as action bound to ego and result, the kind that generates karma rather than liberation.

What Hartmann was pointing toward was something the Hermetic tradition called theurgy, the alignment of the individual will with the divine intelligence that underlies all form.

The Great Architect is not a God to be appeased. It is the ordering principle of the cosmos itself, the logos, what the Stoics called the rational fire running through all things. To align with it is not submission. It is the recognition that the deepest current of your own nature and the current of the universe are not separate.

The alchemical process begins with the purification of the base material. In the work of the will, the base material is selfish desire, not desire itself, which is a form of life-force, but desire contracted around the small self.

Calcination burns this away. What remains is will in its pure form: intentional, clear, undivided, moving without friction because it no longer moves against anything.

Jung described the individuation process as the ego learning to serve the Self rather than rule it. The will that has undergone this transformation does not push. It draws.

~ Pyramid Consciousness

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