u/ascancan4

So the other day I committed Diablofourcide and erased all my characters. I even opened a topic here and got lynched in public.

Something even told me let that one be the last! but I did not give a flying F.

I deleted a lvl 82 Paragon Blazing Scream Warlock that took me from launch day on the Switch 2 until last week to level, almost all day, every day, since I was not working these weeks.

So now I’m here, able to undelete a lvl 1 barbarian I never used.

Can Blizzard undelete my character?

Can I pay like 50k so they prioritize my ticket?

I need some help here.

Boa noite.

Estava acompanhando a cerimônia dos 8 votos Mahayana durante o eclipse lunar de ontem.

Hoje revendo uma leitura que estou retomando, achei uma referência a que o Buda rejeitava complexidade de doutrina.

Eu tenho uma tendência realmente ecumênica pois consigo observar que assim como os mitos são uma reconstrução da verdade analogamente a um arco íris ser a luz refratada.

Cheguei a fazer uma iniciação (Tara Vermelha) mas vejo que para quem não estuda mais a fundo e por bastante tempo, há grande dificuldade em perceber o Budismo como um todo, visto que são muitas vertentes (sendo o Mahayana apenas uma).

Peço que não encarem esse post como uma crítica mas sim como uma vontade de entender como posso praticar o bhavana mesmo com toda a complexidade doutrinária tanto tempo após o desencarne do último Buda.

Today I wouldn’t wake up, feeling depressed. Then I had a long chain of linked dreams, full of vivid images: a cave where I held a Hathor statue in my hands, and an ocean with a monstrous shark deformed in its right eye. Suddenly, the shark sprinted forward and spat my Anima out of its mouth — a giant, muscular scarlet warrior woman. She thrust herself forward toward a huge crowd of Roman or Spartan warriors. She also wore that classic centurion red horsehair crest.

Right before that, one of the dreams involved children and a house. I saw my mom talking about the moon, saying that today was an auspicious day for [asking something?], and then I saw the moon, shining like a jewel in the shape of Artemis’s crown (I personally call it the “fierce eye”).

It’s the second time I’ve seen my Anima.
I must be hot in bed.

Why do dreams unfold like epic movies in our minds, when in reality they often last just a few minutes — or even mere seconds?