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@John Iverson thank you

@traveler you nailed it! Thanks

That's very profound. Thank you very much!

Very true!

@Nahm thank you so much for a very detailed answer. However, I don't think that you can deny the existence of separation and ignorance (even if it's illusory) within the finite forms of the Self, even if you are talking from an awakened POV - imagine being born to slavery and indoctrination having no clue of the absolute truth whatsoever - it's simply being dismissive

@WHO IS the souls reunite with the creator and continue their journey or stay as fantoms depending on the situation. But this is my limited POV. But it most probably depends on your culture, for example you would dream up your ancestors if you are a pagan or meet Allah if you are a Muslim. Suiciders are more likely to turn into phantoms.

@Inliytened1 Good point. Thanks! We do have a power to redream the world..

@dimitri It's still very saddening. Guess I'm not awake enough.

@dimitri Just because there are awakened people in the ether web (or whatever) doesn't mean that every mind is free of delusion.

@Meta-Man @Rilles thank you!!

@Elton thanks!

"In shamanism, sometumes called the cult of the Eternal Blue Sky, God is the Universe, or Nature. The Eternal Blue Sky itself is the personification of the boundless Universe or, if you want, the open earthly window into it. The universe is infinite, in the sense of space and time, is not a collection of dead emptiness and constellations with their near-Earth planets. It is alive. It has an infinite and immortal soul and spirits (this is the same thing) of stars and planets, as well as continents, islands and seas, mountains, steppes and valleys, lakes, rivers and streams, stones, trees and grasses, animals, birds, fish and, humans. Not only that which is created by nature has a soul. Souls, or guardian spirits, are also present in man-made objects: cities, settlements and houses, bridges and roads, airplanes, ships and cars. Everything that surrounds us is alive, animated. That is, having their souls, their spirits, who do not die with the disappearance of their carriers, but merge with the Universal Mind in order to be reborn in a new way. The totality of everything around us makes up the Universe, that is, Nature. And the totality of all souls is the Universal mind or God. So it turns out that shamanism is a universal cult. The cult that is primordial and natural for all of humanity." - an excerpt from an interview with Buryat duriskha-udagan.

A must -read: https://goldenageofgaia.com/2011/01/22/shunyamurt-aliens-angels-apocalypsde-adaita-perspective/

Not sure if this was already posted.

Really like the upbeat melody

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@DrewNows thanks for dropping by?

His story is such a perfect example of how the ego keeps itself in a little bubble and believes its dreams. Isn't he a bit like you and me?

And who is Kysalga? Who is he? He’s just an average shaman! A poor little thing! The small and the big, or the middle and the great shall never stand close to each other! This is a tough order of the Djulga Khaan Toyon! Oh, how bad is it, how humiliating is it to be small, to be weak!.. Standing next to the great river and to the giant sacred mountain, he is, of course, a Manay allaah!.. - Oh, what a distress!.. – Kysalga said from the bottom of his heart and stood there, holding his dyungur next to his face, and then, he looked at the great Sun, raised his drum and while keeping his eyes closed, threw it away. The dyungur fell like a little bird out of its nest into the water, and it was taken away, as if disgusted, by the hands of the roaring waves. " That's where the story of an oju:n ends. In the book, his life story is actually very sad. He possessed lots of other talents like beautiful eloquence - but couldn't make use of them in the right way because of the corrupted system. The same goes to Khoboro:s - she could have made a great singer with her rare skills of Ventriloquism.

Urung Aar Toyon thought about what to say next, and then said very loudly: - Aar Jaaly! (Interjection) Look at how strong is the pride of a khaakhai shaman! Do you want to break the rules of the unshakable Djylga Khaan Toyon (The God of Destiny), you, Manay allaah?! (a condescending way of referring to someone inferior or foolish) The old white crow winked at him and croaked sonorously: - Manay allaah!! The bull with copper horns and hooves rose and blasted: - Manay allaah! The winged horse, as if aggressively, wildly stamped on the reddening clouds: - Manay allaah! Aar Jaaly! The sound of those terrible words reached the three clouds and was echoed three more times: Stupid! Silly! Manay allaah! Stupid! Silly! Stupid! Silly! The foamy clouds of the three skies were laughing vehemently: Manay allaah! Manay allaah! And Kysalga, feeling extremely disappointed and angry, sat down. The Sun of the north is beaming just the same way. Is it also looking down upon the exhausted shaman? The top of the Ebe Khaya (The Great Mountain) is shining like an oven of a great blacksmith. With its majestic look It also seems to abhor a conceited oju:n. Everything around him is winking spitefully, as if contemning him. Kysalga shaman took his djungur and came to the edge of the cliff. He gazed down. The foaming waves are moving rampantly and look like they are laughing and saying: Manay allaah! Kysalga looked at the sky. The mother Eagle is flying above his head. She is looking at her children screaming in the giant nest. What if.. this is a place where real great shamans' souls take their origin?

Then, Urung Aar Toyon looked at the eagle on his left shoulder. The bird suddenly moved, looking out with its big eyes like rings. - Čiҥ-čaҕynaj! čiҥ čaҕaan! (Onomatopoeia). Oh, the great Urung Aar Toyon! Those boys have come to the middle world by the order of Tankha Toyon. To save the abused and oppressed slave people they have roared like bulls and neighed like horse. At the same time, the bull, lying under the feet of Urung Aar Toyon, has roared three times with great force. The horse, fastened to the sèrgè, has neighed fiercely. Urung Aar Toyon caressed his long white beard. - If that is true, then why did you come, poor Oju:n (shaman)? The minds of these boys are brighter than yours. Their words are truer than yours. Kysalga Oju:n looked at his feet and said, meekly: - Oh, you, who made the bright future for us and brought happiness to us, the Sakha people, the great Urung Aar Toyon! I consider myself to be created by the great Black Crow Toyon (Toyon is equivalent to a diety), who gave rise to the nine virtuous great shamans! If the bad wind comes up, I, born with a destiny of saving and helping my people, with my great round rattling dyungur, have to support them with my wide back! If the evil comes up from the upper or the lower world, I have to push them back with my bylaayakh (a beater of the shamanic drum) to where they have come from! This is my great, noble destiny! Can that be a lie?! Is it really not true?

Kysalga raised his robustious shamanic instruments and bowed down three times. Uplifted, he said with a loud voice: - With a stand of milky stone, with a breath of a scorching heat, with a hat of trot and sable, the great and powerful Urung Aar Toyon! May I bow to your unreachable self, high as heavens! Good man! Don’t get disgusted at me, an average Oju:n (Shaman) of the middle world with stinking airs and flooding ailments! Don’t get angry that the son of the world of sin and crime has touched your clear floors! The life of the middle world is trembling like water in a birch bark basket. I don’t know much about my homeland’s destiny. We don’t know what this contentious age is going to inflict upon us… I wanted to foresee that but my eyes’ flame got dim; I’m lost in the weird darkness! Kysalga, wailing, fell down in front of Urung Aar Toyon. Urung Aar Toyon stirred his white eyebrows and spoke with a low voice: - Aar Jaaly! Aat-tatai! (ancient interjection expressing amazement, dismay or irony). How wailful is the song of this poor shaman, how sorrowful is he! The thoughtful Sakha people, living in small balagans, have turned foolish, have become fearful, and in order to wake them up, to turn their poor lives around, by the order of the great Tankha Toyon (The Ruler of Destiny), brave males with fiery tongue, men of glorious thought have ascended to the middle world! Where are they?

Kysalga (the name of the protagonist) has just noticed how tired he got. He found a rock and put his dyungur (the shamanic drum) on it and lied down, putting his bylaayakh (beater of the drum) on his stomach. And while he was watching the Mother Eagle fly, he fell asleep… As he rode his round rattling dyungur, he got to the front of the cloud of the third sky and looked at the mysterious place through the glass bylaayakh of his own - the upper world seems to be nice! The waves of the milky lake are playing, shining, and singing elegantly like beautiful khomus (vargan, a musical instrument). On the east side of the milky lake there is a little white island. At the top of the island there is a golden urasa (yurt). At the front of the building, there is a three-faceted crystalline sèrgè (a hitching post) with a crown of a two headed bird on the top. And under that beautiful post, wearing his trot coat and hat, the great headman of the upper world himself – Urung Aar Toyon is sitting on his white underlay. He is caressing his beard that lengthens down to his chest. There is a giant piebald eagle sleeping on his left shoulder. On his right shoulder – an old, drowsy crow with feathers white as snow. Under his feet – a bull with copper hooves and horns, munching something. Next to the sèrgè he could see a majestic white horse with silver wings. (The supreme deity Urung Aar Toyon)

Do you eat before you do cardio? I cannot run in the mornings if I didn't have a breakfast (or dinner the last day) first because I would be too dizzy and have zero energy. It could be that you have other health complications. It's better to consult a professional.