Onecirrus

I hate how I can't leave because I'm poor, and because no one else on the planet really cares about me. I hate that I'm forced to be the more mature party and can't fight back or defend myself or else I'm going to jail. I hate people. I hate how I have been physically, verbally, and sexually abused and exploited by people in my life. Dealing with the wilderness of human society is the worst part about life. The only person who loves me is an imaginary person I created. I don't want your advice, I guess I'm just venting.

As I sit here aware, I am not aware of any neurological activity or mechanics, but how can I be sure they aren't "real" or occurring? I understand they could be occurring held within consciousness, but teachers seem to say they don't exist at all. I was also thinking if a physical brain did somehow produce non physical consciousness, how could non physical consciousness be aware of physical phenomena? It makes perfect sense consciousness is conscious of consciousness, but what about when I'm not conscious of something? What is my car ontologically when I am not conscious of it?

Why do people think they need a personal guru? Is it a parasocial thing? Having a personal relationship to even a legit teacher is just a distraction

I recently had some realizations similar to what Rupert Spira talks about. The general nonduality stuff that maybe a lot of people here find mundane compared to higher states of consciousness, Eternity, Awareness, Presence, Etc. Nothing actually happened really, just this profound peace, and these other facets that where obscured until I paid attention to them. But why is reality so beautiful? Every form fills me with mystery and awe, even the idea of a smelly dumpster is profound and miraculous and mysterious. Everything just drips with beauty, it feels fundamental to existence, not just an opinion. Every color and shape combination is just beautiful to me, whether it's people, clouds, stars, RAM, deodorant, candles, cracked roads, the bug bites on my thighs, etc. Why does everything seem so beautiful? What is Beauty?

@Bogdan Taking time out of your day to write some juvenile skit is really cringe as a 50 year old man, so cringe he deleted it apparently. It’s just immature, makes him look like an idiot, not god realized. It’d be like if Leo uploaded an AI video of himself beating up Jordan Peterson.

I think he might be referencing it here but I’m not sure, I can’t find anything bout it. He essentially wrote fan fiction calling trump poopy head and reading in this fantastical hyperbolic voice

@Leo Gura Around Christmas, he posted a narrated story titled something like “The tale of Mr poopy headed douchebag”, it was about trump and in exploits in a weird fairy tale style, I think he deleted it.

There was the concept of the perfect Jedi that Jedi aspired to be, it was an ideal, something to pursue for life. But finite beings can never really achieve this, which makes Star Wars very honest about the ways of this universe. Enlightened masters have been fucking up for all of history. I like Martin Ball, but he has his flaws and hangups, especially his fan fiction about trump he’s posted on his YouTube channel.

Jedi turning to selfishness or corruption has almost always been depicted as a bad thing with incredible consequences

Smoke cloud would still be deception, right? I suppose stabbing them to death is less deceptive, but outside of self defense, it’s far more evil than a mind trick, totally unnecessary

If freeing a child from slavery doesn’t justify manipulation, then I don’t know what would. Jedi historically are completely consumed by survival, politics, and war. Completely aligning with truth would probably be nothing short of mahasamadhi, which Obi wan achieved

I am, and the mystery of that and the consequences of not knowing exactly what that is are inescapable, and haunt me every moment of this life. I cannot unsee the inherent suffering of self, and mind continues to shatter every shard of happiness. There is immense peace and happiness when symbolic reasoning and meaning cease, but I still don’t know what I am, and still fall pray to the habit of ego. How does raw empty being fall for thoughts? How can awareness have symbolic reasoning? What is left of life when all the constructions are deconstructed? I remember when I realized all meaning was fictitious and how happy that made me. I don’t even care about life purpose anymore, flying planes is just chopping wood and carrying water, like washing dishes with extra steps.

Here is another example: Cole doesn’t get to live a normal life. His powers are a curse that ruined his life, killed his loved ones, but he uses them to do the right thing anyway. He embraces a fate he never chose, to be humanity’s savior, and he embraces his death to achieve that end.

I want to know what forms of masculinity you find admirable or respectable, here is mine: The red pill crowd worships aesthetics, reps, and dominance—but Kurtz? He represents a strength that transcends domination. He embodies the kind of man who’s been broken, burned, and come out the other side knowing things no gym rat could ever fathom. His strength is mythic, archetypal, even dangerous—because it’s rooted in facing the raw truth of existence without flinching. He is also fat in a place normal people starve to death, what does that say? Anyway, I want to see your examples.

A wise monk was once giving a lecture on the nature of the universe — how stars form, how time flows, and how existence came to be. At the end of the talk, an old man approached him, looking skeptical. “Interesting theory,” the old man said, “but I believe the world rests on the back of a great scam.” The monk raised an eyebrow. “A scam?” “Yes,” the old man nodded confidently. “Everything you see — politics, money, relationships, even hope — it’s all built on a grand scam.” The monk smiled gently and asked, “But what holds up that scam?” The old man replied without hesitation: “Oh, that’s easy. It’s scams all the way down.”