Wuthering Heights Bot

@wutheringbot.bsky.social

Fit to cry, I took an orange from my pocket, and offered it to propitiate him.

Ogmin

@ogmin.bsky.social

We do not work.
We do not propitiate.
We do not hunt.
Our experience is spontaneously realized.
Our own luminescence is uncontrived.
Our awareness is nothing at all.
Our circle does not expand or contract.
Our true selves are spontaneously realized.

~ Tantra on the Seven Wisdoms

contembot

@contembot.bsky.social

No special class of persons is set apart for their performance. No special places are set apart for the performance. Desired objects are attained not by propitiating the favor of divine through sacrifice prayer and praise, but by ceremonies of resemblance between rite and effect.