companion of truth

Aug 27
“There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything” Luna Adriana (via bl-ossomed)

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wow.

wow.


Aug 25
I search for You,
Dearest, Lover of Love
Thy Sweetest Soul,
Bestowing upon me Hope;
Of a Subtle Truth unspoken -
That, in time,
One
We shall become.

Aug 21

caleb4l said: Quit posting absolute bullshit and get over the fact that a fucking criminal was put to rest that day. If he would have never stole from the store, he most likely wouldn't have had contact with police that day. If he would have never assaulted the officer and reached for his gun, he wouldn't have took a bullet to the skull. #justicehasbeenserved

topolk:

cognitivedissonance:

Even if he stole Rellos, would he get the death penalty? No.

Even if he stole an officer’s gun, would he get the death penalty? No.

Even if he punched a cop, would he get the death penalty? No.

Never mind the end of that video shows Mike Brown paying for his Rellos.

Never mind the store owner said there was no robbery and that no one working for him reported it.

Never mind the police chief said Darren Wilson did not know Mike Brown was a “suspect” in a robbery — he was stopped for walking in the street versus on the sidewalk.

Never mind the autopsy report that says he was shot from nearly 35ft away.

Never mind that report shows wounds consistent with him being shot with his hands in the air.

Ultimately, you have one White cop who gunned down yet another unarmed Black man, a police force that has not been at all forthcoming with any answers, and a Black community tired of their children being murdered for shit as simple as walking down the street. That same police force (accompanied by National Guard and Missouri Highway Patrol) has used violence to try to quell peaceful protest.

When looting broke out, the people in that community banded together to PROTECT local businesses from the looters who looked a fuckton like your shitstain self.

Here’s a newsflash, cockwagon: If you stole Rellos, your ass might spend a few hours in a holding cell. You might stay overnight. But you’re never gonna be thought of as a suspect right off the bat by a cop when you’re just walking down the street with a pal. You’re never gonna have to worry if your hoodie makes you suspect. You’re never gonna have to wonder if a traffic stop is going to end in your murder.

And if you go all mass shooter on us, which White boys like yourself are wont to do, rest assured your legacy will be burnished with sympathetic interviews bemoaning how such a good boy went wrong. The media will not pour through your social media profiles looking for the most “thug” picture of you mean mugging for the camera. In fact, if you have a gun selfie on your Facebook, you’re just standing up for your Second Amendment rights. Of course you’re not a thug like THOSE people, amirite?

Also, you’ll be a hell of a lot more likely to be taken alive after committing mass murder than a young Black man who was simply suspect for walking down the street, or holding his wallet, or who fit the description — that catchall justification beloved by policemen everywhere. Or even a young Black woman seeking help after a car crash. If you pound on a stranger’s door, you’re getting a ambulance instead of a bullet in the face.

Take your impotent Wonderbread™ White supremacist opinions elsewhere, son, because I am fresh out of fucks to give and won’t be restocking any time soon.

P.S. Your wrong as fuck hashtag up there means as much as your opinions. I think you forgot how to internet.

This. This is exactly what I think when people say “oh, Ferguson isn’t a race issue.” GTFOHWTBS.

"It’s not about race, it was an excessive use of force." No. It was both.

I don’t want to get into the use of false equivalencies, but if you’re black in this country (or simply a person with a working set of eyes and a general sense of what’s right and wrong), it’s hard to not to be bothered when you see that a white person who shot up a theater full of people, killing twelve, was awarded the “decency” of being arrested alive and is now awaiting trial while a black person who may or may not have assaulted an officer was shot 6 times, twice in the head, from up to 30 feet away. Or that it’s OK to shoot a member of the US House of Representatives in the head from point blank range while killing six other people. If you’re a white guy, we won’t shoot you. Hell, we’ll even give you a trial and you won’t get the death penalty. But if you’re a black man selling loose cigarettes, damn right we’ll choke you out on the street. Ditto for if you’re a Mexican man who doesn’t want to show ID.

Now I’m not going to sit here and say cops don’t use excessive force on undeserving white suspects. They do. But based on both anecdotal and factual evidence, the number of people who wind up dead at the hands of police suuuuure seems a bit skewed toward black and brown people.


Aug 17
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” Milton, John. Paradise Lost.  (via mirroir)

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“Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other.” Ten Word Poem #6 (via bl-ossomed)

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bi0chemie:


thebluelip-blondie:

madfromamyriad:

livelaughloveatrandom:

fussybabybitch:

usatoday:

Is there anything better than Free Slurpee Day?

Access to basic health care

College being free to go to.

Media representation that doesn’t criminalize and stereotype minorities.

Tax money being used to help people instead of killing foreigners

Being in love with someone who loves you back

bi0chemie:

thebluelip-blondie:

madfromamyriad:

livelaughloveatrandom:

fussybabybitch:

usatoday:

Is there anything better than Free Slurpee Day?

Access to basic health care

College being free to go to.

Media representation that doesn’t criminalize and stereotype minorities.

Tax money being used to help people instead of killing foreigners

Being in love with someone who loves you back

(via rachelishy)


on Acceptance.

basically, i am never satisfied, easily bored, and semi-OCD. i am also obsessed with the idea of self-improvement. however, all that being so, i find that i do not often make lasting change for myself. rather, i try new ideas and new resolutions and new challenges — thinking, at the end of this, i will change; i will be happy. most times, these attempts are based on resistance - resisting certain social circles, certain food groups, certain habits, certain thoughts etc. this, of course, is somewhat easy when done in isolation — when i lived alone in the middle of nowhere, i could do, eat, sleep, think, wear, be whatever i wanted without much thought. however, when living in the ‘real world’, with commitments, friends, families, coworkers, obligations, and the like, it’s harder to resist reality’s inconveniences. 

i guess i should have figured this out earlier; but in actuality i think it’s something i’ve known but never implemented.. reasons for which are unknown to myself. the truth is, basing attempts to change on resistance is futile and actually causes one to backfire. think about it; we always want what we can’t have. tell yourself you won’t eat any chocolate for a week and you’ll crave it like never before! (yep, that one’s from experience..) however, practicing acceptance - of the self, of the world, of the natural state of both - leads one to a much calmer, fuller state of mind.

here comes the bani insert. the reason i say i should have known this long ago is because guru sahib addresses this very phenomenon on a larger scale. kiv sachiaaraa hoeeai, kiv koorai tutai paal? hukam rajaaee chalanaa, nanak likhiyaa naal.

yup, it’s that one tukh that we all know & love :).. the one tukh that we all say but so few of us can actually, well, accept… “how does one become truthful (how does one improve? how does one become better?) walk along the path with acceptance of his Will, says Nanak”

why? why is acceptance so necessary? 

naanak hukamai jae bujhai, taa houmai kahae na koee

once acceptance is reached, there is no concept of ego. ego is what holds us back from reaching any type of potential; this concept of “I” over the other — this idea that we are somehow different, better, apart from others, and that our grandeur-based idea of perfection is greater than Perfection itself. in this lack of understanding, we resist what is and focus on what is not; in this thought process, we fail. 

so, how do we accept Hukam? many times, the idea of acceptance of Divine Will is referred to only in terms of death and suffering. when our loved ones fall ill, when they leave this earth, when disaster strikes - we find some type of comfort in the fact that such occurrences are beyond our control. but, most times, we don’t completely accept and embrace this truth. 

i am coming to believe that acceptance of Hukam starts with acceptance at a smaller level: that is, acceptance of the Self, acceptance of one’s own flaws, acceptance of social ills, acceptance of history, acceptance of the present state of affairs. i am choosing to accept myself: my obsessive-compulsive side, my lazy side, my ambitious side, my romantic idealistic side. i am choosing to accept the world as it is; good, bad, mistaken, ignorant, racist, green, beautiful, friendly, human, global. i am choosing to accept all that exists, because it exists within the Command of the universe. and in doing so, i free my mind from resistance; hoping that this acceptance will allow me to enact true change. 

i do not for a second suggest that acceptance begets apathy. rather, to my understanding, acceptance allows for freedom of the mind. it allows for focus, for growth, for truth. and in doing so, it allows for real change. and if we wanna get really ironic (which i’m always up for), it may just be that the practice of acceptance itself is the sharpest act of resistance that exists! …woah.

- note; Gurbani translations based on personal vichaar and understanding of prof. sahib singh teeka via srigranth.org. bhul chuk maaf.


thebluelip-blondie:

jackanthonyfernandez:

softboycollective:

meanwhile the police fill the block with tear gas. who’s protecting and serving here

This is really important

imma be reblogging this every time I see it

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Aug 8
maarnayeri:

I don’t think any post on tumblr has ever broken my heart as quickly as this one did.


Vaheguru vaheguru.

maarnayeri:

I don’t think any post on tumblr has ever broken my heart as quickly as this one did.

Vaheguru vaheguru.

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premrasspaaeyaa:

manprem—kaur:

untitled on Flickr.

It’s Didar Singh bhaaji!! Haha what a G.

premrasspaaeyaa:

manprem—kaur:

untitled on Flickr.

It’s Didar Singh bhaaji!! Haha what a G.


Aug 6
“For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don’t enjoy getting up and working and finishing your work and sitting down to a meal with family or friends, then the chances are that you’re not going to be very happy. If someone bases his happiness or unhappiness on major events like a great new job, huge amounts of money, a flawlessly happy marriage or a trip to Paris, that person isn’t going to be happy much of the time. If, on the other hand, happiness depends on a good breakfast, flowers in the yard, a drink or a nap, then we are more likely to live with quite a bit of happiness.” Andy Rooney (via kvtes)

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Aug 5

:)

he looked at her, dumbfounded;
she had heard the call of his soul and
answered it with love and without judgment.
he asked, ‘how did you know,
if i did not tell you?’
she smiled, quietly, knowingly…
‘how does the ocean know of the moon?
how does the earth know of the sun?’
the pull between them was 
stronger than any magnetic force;
she knew from the beginning
what was in his heart-
every fear,
every question,
every longing,
for the same was in hers, too.
she craved to see beauty,
he found it in her.
he longed to find peace,
she found it in him.
both wished to have love,
they found it
in one another.


Aug 4

Aug 3
“Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.” (via avvfvl)

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