Taking a tumblr sabbatical.

limbicsplitter:

Aeister Crowley, Isis, Austin Osman Spare, William Burroughs, John Balance, Genesis P-Orridge, Lady Jaye, John Dee, the Buddha Prajnaparamita, Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche, Hunter S. Thompson, “Lucifer Rising”, tarot card, astrological calculations Johann Bureus, CARPET (!) and other characters …
KATABASIA #1 by LimbicSplitter

limbicsplitter:

Aeister Crowley, Isis, Austin Osman Spare, William Burroughs, John Balance, Genesis P-Orridge, Lady Jaye, John Dee, the Buddha Prajnaparamita, Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche, Hunter S. Thompson, “Lucifer Rising”, tarot card, astrological calculations Johann Bureus, CARPET (!) and other characters …

KATABASIA #1 by LimbicSplitter

nemfrog:

Six animal-headed demons or jinn, all (except the blue elephant-headed demons) snapping their fingers. From a copy of ‘Ajā’ib al-makhlūqāt wa-gharā’ib al-mawjūdāt (Marvels of Things Created and Miraculous Aspects of Things Existing) by al-Qazwīnī (d. 1283/682). Neither the copyist nor illustrator is named, and the copy is undated. The nature of paper, script, ink, illumination, and illustrations suggest that it was produced in provincial Mughal India, possibly the Punjab, in the 17th century.

nemfrog:

Six animal-headed demons or jinn, all (except the blue elephant-headed demons) snapping their fingers. From a copy of ‘Ajā’ib al-makhlūqāt wa-gharā’ib al-mawjūdāt (Marvels of Things Created and Miraculous Aspects of Things Existing) by al-Qazwīnī (d. 1283/682). Neither the copyist nor illustrator is named, and the copy is undated. The nature of paper, script, ink, illumination, and illustrations suggest that it was produced in provincial Mughal India, possibly the Punjab, in the 17th century.

Thinking about what I said earlier about how to help depressive people, I suppose I should clarify that, in my own case at least, the sense of alienation and low-self worth is what can really stop someone from reaching out. This of course doesn’t apply in all cases, and maybe it takes being severely depressed and desperate to just say “fuck it, I need this”. I just know that, while it is really nice and reassuring to have anyone show any sort of care for you at all with a “I’m here if you need to talk” and saying that and meaning it does mean something, it really is the simple things like “hey man, want to come over and hang out around lunch time tomorrow?” or any sort of compliment that do wonders. My heart melts when anyone says anything nice to me out of the blue, and I just feel lighter for the rest of the day, maybe the rest of the week, as I work through my own crap. To go from feeling intensely lonely, where cutting off all ties with everyone to prevent myself from becoming a burden seems completely logical, to just being reminded that someone thinks you’re cool in some little way, is purely uplifting.

And, of course, it’s important for the depressive people to remember to do that themselves. Seriously, it doesn’t take much to help someone, potentially saving their life in the process. It’s the little, tiny things in life that shine through in a dark, cold world. That’s what being human is to me; adding in an element of emotion, empathy and passion to an uncaring universe. The vastness of space, your place in the Great Machine, the abject horror of freedom and randomness, and the warmth-drinking dread of the inevitability of death, is all paradoxically made seem small when someone just says “let’s go to that gig on Sunday” and means it.

dance-0f-the-damned:

A hooded detainee in U.S. custody during the Iraq War stands on a box with electrical wires hooked up to his fingers. The image became a symbol of the Abu Ghraib prison abuse scandal after it was released, among others, in late April 2004. It did what a written report could not do, showing front-and-center what human rights groups had been saying for months: that prisoners were being abused at the hands of U.S. troops. The fallout was immediate, both overseas and at home.
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dance-0f-the-damned:

A hooded detainee in U.S. custody during the Iraq War stands on a box with electrical wires hooked up to his fingers. The image became a symbol of the Abu Ghraib prison abuse scandal after it was released, among others, in late April 2004. It did what a written report could not do, showing front-and-center what human rights groups had been saying for months: that prisoners were being abused at the hands of U.S. troops. The fallout was immediate, both overseas and at home.

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agentwoshington:

agentwoshington:

ok but there was a bus filled with potatoes driving around my town today

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One reason I’m glad of not having to get the bus regularly any more. I was stick of spuds taking all the seats.

Right?? It is difficult!
For reals. I used to do it regularly for a few minutes once every week and what must be a year ago now, I did it for an hour solid and got to this really profound state. I want to get back to that, if only to just try and quiet my mind for a bit.

This is a really helpful, thorough video on zazen/zen meditation.

That last bit, about what to do about your wandering mind and counting breathing, is what I needed. Forgot about it entirely.

Zen meditation should not be this hard. I mean, you just sit on the floor and do nothing. How is this difficult?!

"I think one thing you can do to help your friends who are depressed is to reach out to them not in the spirit of helping, but in the spirit of liking them and wanting their company. “I’m here to help if you ever need me” is good to know, but hard to act on, especially when you’re in a dark place. Specific, ongoing, pleasure-based invitations are much easier to absorb. “I’m here. Let’s go to the movies. Or stay in and order takeout and watch some dumb TV.” “I’m having a party, it would be really great if you could come for a little while.” Ask them for help with things you know they are good at and like doing, so there is reciprocity and a way for them to contribute. “Will you come over Sunday and help me clear my closet of unfashionable and unflattering items? I trust your eye.” “Will you read this story I wrote and help me fix the dialogue?” “Want to make dinner together? You chop, I’ll assemble.” “I am going glasses shopping and I need another set of eyes.” Remind yourself why you like this person, and in the process, remind them that they are likable and worth your time and interest.

Talk to the parts of the person that aren’t being eaten by the depression. Make it as easy as possible to make and keep plans, if you have the emotional resources to be the initiator and to meet your friends a little more than halfway. If the person turns down a bunch of invitations in a row because (presumably) they don’t have the energy to be social, respect their autonomy by giving it a month or two and then try again. Keep the invitations simple; “Any chance we could have breakfast Saturday?” > “ARE YOU AVOIDING ME BECAUSE YOU’RE DEPRESSED OR BECAUSE YOU HATE ME I AM ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU.” “I miss you and I want to see you” > “I’m worried about you.” A depressed person is going to have a shame spiral about how their shame is making them avoid you and how that’s giving them more shame, which is making them avoid you no matter what you do. No need for you to call attention to it. Just keep asking. “I want to see you” “Let’s do this thing.” “If you are feeling low, I understand, and I don’t want to impose on you, but I miss your face. Please come have coffee with me.” “Apology accepted. ApologIES accepted. So. Gelato and Outlander?”"

#613: How do I reach out to my friends who have depression? | Captain Awkward

^This. All of this. I know it comes from a good place and I honestly appreciate the sentiment, but when someone says “if you ever need to talk, I here” it just doesn’t help all that much. The prospect of invading someone else’s free time to unload all of your crushing woes on them is not really encouraging. And there are so many people who, when depression is a big topic (such recently with Robin Williams’ suicide), will put it out there in their Facebook feed to gain brownie points.

I know that sounds super cuntish of me, shitting on people’s attempts to help,  but all you can really do is be a friend. Saying “if you ever need to talk” when you rarely talk/hang out in the first place isn’t as helpful as just simply hanging out and being a friend. And, there’s no denying, that taking on someone else’s depression is a burden. It’s something you’ll gladly do for your close friends, but that one guy you essentially never talk to just dropping all his shit on you at once will leave you dumbfounded and eventually frustrated because all that person is to you is a source of misery. And that depressed person knows this.

With things like Samaritans, councillors and even just anonymous stuff on the internet, it’s easier because there’s a level of detachment. It’s not going to come back and bite you in the ass because that person isn’t really part of your social circle.

All in my opinion, of course.

"The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, “Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” And we … kill those people. “Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace."
Bill Hicks (via the-cosmic-giggle)

lobisfemme:

deepredroom:

lobisfemme:

i’m 22 years old and a fourth year student in university and i still have to deal with assholes who don’t know how to fucking work in group.

i understand being an irresponsible piece of shit at 17, but grow up man. i’m not saying that you need to finish this asap, i know we all work, we all have other classes we have to make projects for, we all have our lives… but at least answer the emails. when i ask you “hey y’all how is it coming along?” i don’t mind being answered “i haven’t started it yet, but i’ll do it on thursday night” . because nobody is asking you to have everything on time right now, but you’re obligated to keep the group posted on your availability to do your work. because then, if you can’t do something, at least you’ll warn other members so they can plan in advance and adjust their timetables to suit you

and if you’re going to drop the fucking class, don’t email the group a day before the project it’s due. i don’t care if your dad died or if he’s in the hospital, i’m sure that you can take a minute to get on your phone and mail us saying “hey dad’s dead sorry can’t do shit for this project”. 

Fucking this, man. The amount of nannying I, and other people I know, had to do for the entire 4 years of college was insane. And the flat out lies some of my team mates would tell me, like the time my cinematographer/co-producer wouldn’t answer his phone the day he was supposed to be picking up our actors for rehearsals and test-shoots, then telling me a half-assed excuse about him being out of town with his cousin, only for me to find out second hand that he was out drinking the night before and was too hungover to get off his ass. Even the last project I did had some of that bullshit, where you had to coax the status reports out of people like you’re a primary school teacher asking why someone hasn’t done their homework. You know, we were all ahead of schedule anyway so I don’t know why this guy didn’t just do like you said and tell us “yeah, sorry, haven’t started it yet but I’ll have it done soon”.

It is such an uplifting relief when you meet actually professionals on an official production and they’re all getting shit done.

i hate to be that person who always tries to one up the situation, but what really frustrates me is that it’s even worse in this case because these people are actually professionals who are working in the IT field right now, even in government projects.

Hate to one up the one up, but I’m talking about film, TV, advertising and general media here. As much as a good level of determination is needed if you want to keep a job as part of the main crew, there will always be people like this weaselling their way in somehow, most often is some bullshit producer role where they’re overpaid for doing nothing truly constructive, dicking with the art of others or selling out on every angle ever with no regards for what they’re doing on a larger scale. And I’m sure I’ve helped some people towards that by picking up the slack behind them.

lobisfemme:

i’m 22 years old and a fourth year student in university and i still have to deal with assholes who don’t know how to fucking work in group.

i understand being an irresponsible piece of shit at 17, but grow up man. i’m not saying that you need to finish this asap, i know we all work, we all have other classes we have to make projects for, we all have our lives… but at least answer the emails. when i ask you “hey y’all how is it coming along?” i don’t mind being answered “i haven’t started it yet, but i’ll do it on thursday night” . because nobody is asking you to have everything on time right now, but you’re obligated to keep the group posted on your availability to do your work. because then, if you can’t do something, at least you’ll warn other members so they can plan in advance and adjust their timetables to suit you

and if you’re going to drop the fucking class, don’t email the group a day before the project it’s due. i don’t care if your dad died or if he’s in the hospital, i’m sure that you can take a minute to get on your phone and mail us saying “hey dad’s dead sorry can’t do shit for this project”. 

Fucking this, man. The amount of nannying I, and other people I know, had to do for the entire 4 years of college was insane. And the flat out lies some of my team mates would tell me, like the time my cinematographer/co-producer wouldn’t answer his phone the day he was supposed to be picking up our actors for rehearsals and test-shoots, then telling me a half-assed excuse about him being out of town with his cousin, only for me to find out second hand that he was out drinking the night before and was too hungover to get off his ass. Even the last project I did had some of that bullshit, where you had to coax the status reports out of people like you’re a primary school teacher asking why someone hasn’t done their homework. You know, we were all ahead of schedule anyway so I don’t know why this guy didn’t just do like you said and tell us “yeah, sorry, haven’t started it yet but I’ll have it done soon”.

It is such an uplifting relief when you meet actually professionals on an official production and they’re all getting shit done.