#what is real

[kcwriter-blog]

As an example of how reading the books can help you see things in DAI that you didn't see before (or I'm just oblivious), I started talking to Cole about Rhys and Evangeline (Asunder).

Cole mentioned going to Adamant with them to see a person who had become real again. He been made unreal but now he wasn't or something to that effect. Having read Asunder, I know that he was talking about a Tranquil who had managed to reverse the Rite of Tranquility.

In other words, our Spirit of Compassion thinks anyone cut off from the Fade isn't real - just like Solas when he woke up. Since the Veil is the reason for that, it means that elves at least and probably other races aren't supposed to be cut off from the Fade. It's an unnatural state.

Makes me wonder what the implications of that are and what will happen if Solas does bring down the Veil.

#cole #dai cole #solas #dai solas #the Fade #what is real #dai #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #solas dragon age #cole dragon age

[virtchandmoir]

LAUREN PEARSON | Illustration | Painting | Live Illustration's Instagram Story (April 3rd)

#tessa #off ice #appearance #supercharge #what is real

[know-the-self]

Learn to see the wood, not the door or the table. See the substance, not the form. Make it a habit to see commonality in everything, not particulars.

- Sri Yellamraju Srinivasa Rao

#advaita #nonduality #spiritual #spirituality #yoga #meditation #hinduism #freedom #self inquiry #peace #knowthyself #know thyself #self knowledge #what is real #who am i #jnana yoga #how to meditate #meditatedaily #meditateonthis #meditative #yogalife #yogi #self realization #moksha #hindusim #spiritually

[randomdemon]

It bothers me that I will only ever be myself and no one else and I will never be able to touch another person's mind with my own and how I perceive the world will be based solely off of myself and I can never truly be with or apart of something because there is such a huge disconnect between what I think and feel and why and how and what other people see think and feel and there can never be true togetherness because we are our own and isolation is the price of intellectual freedom from a unified consciousness

#existential crisis #existentialism #what is real #sociology #the human mind #telekinesis #possibly autistic #autism culture #adhd thoughts #someone save me from myself #reality is weird #philosophy #depressing shit

[unmentioned]

what is real

edit: HELP IM GONNA SCREAM I DIDNT NOTICE RHE BLACK SPLOTCH 😭😭

#tw vent #vent post #venting #tw hallucinations #hallucinations #what is real #vent #personal vent #vent art #alt art #tw derealization #ok I'm done tagging rip

[limitlessend]

What is Real?

That which

changes,

comes and goes,

is replaceable,

is temporary,

isn’t real.

Find that

which is constant,

which stays,

which is fixed,

which is permanent

And know that to be real.

Everything else is an illusion.

Isn’t it ironic that what occupies most of one’s mind space is everything that isn’t real?

Dissolving into light is to consciously choose to release and surrender all that isn’t real into light.

—L.A.M.P

To find out more: Check out my FREE online course, Conscious Awakening— 10 Steps To Consciously Raise Your Vibration

#what is real #poets on tumblr #poetry #poeticstories #poem #prose poetry #prose poem #spilled poetry #new poets society #poets corner #l.a.m.p #dissolveintolight

[splendidissimus]

November 1999 - "You're doing it to yourself."

((Content warning: sleep deprivation, hallucination, abusive parent))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober 2023: day 2: Delirium ))

Genre: whump

Romance level: negligible

Angst level: 5/5

Draco's headspace: depressed / passive

((words: ~1000))

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Draco had been staring through the same page of a book on his desk for some time, the words drifting around unsteadily while he didn't even try to comprehend them, when a familiar voice gnawed at the edge of his attention. He raised his head, blinking, trying to pinpoint it.

Just as he resigned himself to giving up and started to drop his head again, there it was, under the sound of the rustling book pages. He could swear he heard Theo calling his name. 

"Theo?" He pushed away from the desk and stood stiffly, rubbing his aching shoulder. He wasn't supposed to be here. It was months since Father made them part ways, and he would be furious if he caught him here. But coming back against explicit orders and implicit threats just because he wanted to sounded exactly like something Theo would do. Theo who had shown up at the gate calling to see him despite the Death Eaters in the house. Theo who bartered with him in public over kisses because it made him forget he was ill.

He didn't think he heard an answer, but he had to find him before someone else did and send him away where it was safe. 

Outside his door, he paused, listening, but didn't hear him again, so he went for the stairs, figuring he would be downstairs somewhere.

He didn't hear Theo again; he spent a while checking, but there wasn't any sign of him, and eventually he started to wonder what he had actually heard. 

It felt too exhausting to go back upstairs immediately, so he ended up staring out the bay window at the garden. There was a young peacock there, scratching at the edge of a flowerbed, shining white in the watery sunlight. He watched it for a while, not thinking anything, but vaguely relaxed. 

A shifting in the shadows caught his eye, and he was trying to focus on it when iit suddenly resolved into Nagini — striking out with lightning speed to seize his peacock. "No!" He hit the window like that could stop it. 

Then between one blink and the next it was gone. The peacock was looking up at the window in cautious alarm, but there was no snake. 

And of course there couldn't be, anyway. Nagini was dead, he'd seen the body and the head spread across the Hogwarts lawn. She was as dead as her master. He knew that. 

"What are you doing?" 

His shoulders tensed at his father's voice behind him. He wished he had a good answer. "I apologise," he said properly, turning around and looking toward his father's feet.

"That wasn't the question."

He stole a glance back toward the window. Still no undead snake. The peacock was ripping down a flower with its talons now, to try to get the fairy sitting on the top of it. "I thought I saw…" Nothing. He clenched his hands behind his back. "I think something's wrong." He dragged the words out past a mind that didn't want to say them, looking back at his father's face. "I keep seeing things that aren't possible." 

His father studied him. "Like what?" 

"I thought I saw Nagini going after the peacock. Or heard… somebody… in the house." 

"The snake is dead, and no one has been here."

"I know." 

His father came closer to look out the window, then looked him over, studying him for a long minute. "How long has it been since you slept?"

"Not that long," he said quietly, but his hard eyes demanded an answer. "I think Friday," he admitted, even more quietly.

"For Merlin's sake." His voice was sneering and his expression impatient. "If you haven't been to bed in five days, of course you're seeing things. You're not ill, you're doing it to yourself." 

Draco didn't respond. He didn't have any excuse. He looked into the middle distance, his father's words sinking in without resistance.

The lack of reaction seemed to be even more irritating. "Am I supposed to believe," he snapped, "that you need a nurse to tell you not just to eat, which you've obviously not been doing, but also to sleep now? You are a grown man. Even toddlers know to go to sleep when they're tired. Do you need to be told to use the lavatory too?"

He continued to stare impassively, until his father grabbed his jaw and lifted his face, forcing him to answer the rhetorical question. "No," he said, insides crawling with shame. 

"What a positively minimal accomplishment." He threw down his face. "Elf!"

Tolly appeared beside his foot, cringing a look up at him. "Master?"

"Until further notice, Draco's bedtime is ten o'clock. You will put him to sleep at precisely that time, regardless of where he is or what he's doing."

"Don't," Draco pleaded quietly. 

Finally getting a reaction gave his voice an edge of satisfaction. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master," the elf squeaked promptly. "Tolly will make sure Master Draco sleeps." 

"Good. Shall we have her feed you as well?"

"No." 

"No? Are you certain it isn't too much responsibility for you?"

"Please." 

That display of submission seemed to mollify him. His father didn't respond, but walked away with contempt dripping from his voice. "Grow up." 

Tolly vanished and swiftly spirited a tea tray into the window to try to make Draco feel better. 

Draco didn't move. He stood there in front of the window, staring at the floor, fighting off every physical reaction he wanted to do. He wanted to mess with his hair, grab his head, clench his fists — he carefully took all of it, all of the energy behind those urges, and pushed it down, down until it was buried and he didn't react at all.

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #delirium #fic #harry potter #sleep deprivation cw #abusive parent tw #emotional abuse tw #hallucinations cw #draco malfoy #draco x theo #lucius malfoy #tolly the house elf #what is real #draco whumpee #lucius whumper #fanfic #draco malfoy fanfiction #hp fanfic #whump fic #whump #splendidissimus writing #no happy ending #lucius is a bully #actually lucius just got out of azkaban and his life is ruined and is angry at the world #and draco's about the only safe target #and then draco being weak makes him angrier #it's complicated #and really not flattering #and pretty unforgivable

[thetownidiot]

So like do devils spawn in the world like

or like

#chainsaw man #csm #shitpost #memes #does anyone have an answer #hell devil #darkness devil #can someone explain #what is real

[divine-nonchalance]

#bashar #joy #fear #ascension #the nature of reality #what is reality #what is real #matrix #belief #identity #identity choosing #how to be healthy #clarity #how things work #how does life work #how to live #how to be happy #how to heal #healing #creation #how to live simply #the fundamental principles of existence #truth #how to navigate life #how to joy #everything is neutral #Youtube

[mbrainspaz]

Really existentially upset about the fact that I make 7 or 8 consecutive right turns on the way to the stables where my horse is right now but somehow only make a 40 degree right turn geographically. Suburbs are cursed. Suburbs with plantation themes are doubly cursed.

#personal problems #what is real

[professorzombiesquirrel]

Was no one going to tell me that Goncharov was a REAL person?

I was poking around my university library website this morning, and when this came up in my results, I really thought the world had finally gone mad--because it seemed that someone had written an entire academic book as part of a huge tumblr joke. And gotten it published, and no one had noticed!

And then, once I got over my shock, I was super excited to read it.

Imagine my letdown when I discovered it was about the real 19th C Russian novelist, Ivan Goncharov, and not about everyone's favorite non-existent Scorsese film.

The emotional rollercoaster I've been on this morning...

#goncharov #russian literature #what is real

[kentucky-fried-thea]

the velveteen rabbit be like "folks I actually do need to BeReal"

#what is real #does it mean having thing that buzz inside you and a stickout handle? #real jdnt how you are made #its a thing #that happens to you. when a child loves you for a really long time #not just to play with but really loves you then you become real #does it hurt? #sometimes #when you sre real you dont mind being hurt. #does it happen all at once like being wound up? #said the skin horse. #the velveteen rabbit #imma type the book until i run out of characters just to prove i have it memorized #here was a velveteen rabbit and in the beginning he was very splendid. he was fat and bunchy as a rabbit should be his coat was spotted bro #wn and white he had real thread whiskers and his ears were lined with pink satin. on christmas morning when he sat wedged in the top of the #boy's stocking with a sprig of holly between his paws #the effect was charming. there were other things in the stocking: nuts and oranges and a toy engine and chocolate almonds and a clockwork m #ouse but the rabbit was quite the best of all. for at least two hours the boy loved him #and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels and in the excitement of #looking at all the new presents the velveteen rabbit was forgotton. christmas morning: for a long time he lived in the toy cupoard or on th #e nursery floor and noone thought very much abiut him. he was naturally shy and being only made of velveteen some of the more expensice toy #s quite snubbed him. the mechanicsl toys were very superior and looked doen on everyone else they were full of modern ideas and pretended #they were real. the model boat who had lived through two seasons and lost most of his paint caught the tone from them and never missed an o #pportunity to refer to his rigging in technical terms. the rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything for he didnt know that real rab #bits existed. he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself and he understood thag sawdust was quite out of date and should ne #ver be mentioned in modern circles. even timithy the jointed wooded lion who was made by the disabled soldiers and should have had broader #views put on airs and pretended he was connected with government. between them all the poor little rabbit was made to feel himself very ins #ignificant and commonplace and the onlt person who was kind to him at all was the skin horse. the skin horse had lived longer in the nurser #y than any of the others. he was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams undernwath and most of the hairs in hi #s tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaxes. he was wise for he had seen a long succession of toys arrive to boast and swagger and

[angelxd-3303]

WARNING ⚠️ BLOOD! Sorry it came out sideways, but I'm really happy with how this turned out! Happy Father's day, guys!

#traditional art #dhmis #what is real #we may never know #cw: gore

[goldensunset]

the concept of impostor syndrome has always been weird to me. like i know i’m a real artist BECAUSE i think i suck at it. hate this thing. and the fact that i do this nightmare voluntarily for free is significant i think

#peach rambles #maybe i’m misunderstanding the point #but like #truly don’t get why people who do a thing think they are not real people-who-do-the-thing #what is real

[awok3ndestiny]

The things I want never want me.

#what is real #why am i like this #awokend3stiny #desire

[know-the-self]

Nondual Meditation - Dissolve the Universe into Consciousness

"O Rama, meditate upon this fact -

That the world is nothing but the mind,

And the mind is nothing but Awareness,

Awareness is the only reality behind all names and forms

And is the ultimate goal to be realized by every individual being. "

- The Yoga Vasistha

#advaita #nonduality #spiritual #spirituality #yoga #meditation #hinduism #freedom #self inquiry #peace #self realization #what is real #consiousness