Princess Arabia

You go into a room and completely forget what you went into the room for. Ever happened to you, I know it happened to me a few times. It's because walking is just happening with no one in the driver's seat and the person forgets because memory wasn't being 'deployed' at the same time. Walking is happening, memory is happening, only walking happened in that moment. Nothing walking. Nothing wasn't being memory then, so the body got stuck, then it remembered, the absolute appeared as memory.

It's miraculous.

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What is Reality. Trees, clouds, animals, air, the stop light, the road, birds, stones, the ocean, mountains, thoughts, ideas, concepts, a bicycle, a light bulb, food, water, a cup, urine, fish, a rose......i dunno, what is reality. AIR? What is it. God.? Me? Consciousness? What is it? Existence is nothing, but what is Reality? Something? How can Reality be known. Is there something outside of it to know it. Who is knowing it, is that a part of Reality as well. How do you grasp it. With the mind? Is the mind outside of Reality. Dunno.

What is God-Realization. I thought everything was God. I thought God was Nothing. How can nothing be realized. How can anything be really realized in Oneness and no separation. What would one see. If not seen with the eyes, what sense is used to realize God. Is God an object to realize. Who is realizing God. God is realizing itself. How is that possible. Anything is possible with God. Is the person realizing God. That seems like God would be limited to a position, time and space a thing to be realized. How does the process of realization happen. That requires time and space which doesn't really exist. Am I realizing my myself. How am I doing that. Psychedelic use. There's a process that has to take place. I thought God was timeless. Let me stop before I realize something I don't want to realize.

The body eats not you. Simple. Take the hand and put it on a plate and pick up a burger and put it in mouth. The body does that. Not you. Chop off both hands and the rest of the body still remains. Chop the legs off, the rest of the body remains. Pluck an eye out, take a kidney out, gall bladder, appendix, is that still you being hungry. Where is the you. Hunger is not an illusion, you are. Hunger happens, the illusory you claims it even with half of the you gone.

The me is a sense. Just as tasting, touching, smelling, seeing, hearing. A felt sense. A person can lose their sense of sight, sense of taste, smell and hearing; not sure about touch. The sense of me can also be lost. There's actually no one seeing, smelling, hearing, tasting and touching. They are happening on their own, apparently. The lost sense of me is not really lost just as a sense of taste is not really lost when the person can't taste anymore. The person wasn't tasting to begin with, tasting was just happening. The me sense was never there to begin with so it isn't really lost. If there's a sense of me, then everything is in relation to that sense. Just as if there's a sense of smell, what I smell is what the I smells. Another person cannot smell for me because the other person isn't smelling either. Notice none of the five senses can be felt by another for you. They are strictly felt by you. There's no me, and the me isn't smelling anything so when the ne cannot smell or taste anymore, that sense fell away to reveal the truth of the matter that it wasn't there to begin with. So, it's not really a loss. Same with the me, when it falls away, it's revealed that there never was a me but no one knows that. A blind man and a deaf man is no different from you. The only difference is in the appearance. You cannot see nor hear just as a blind man cannot see or a man cannot hear. It's just the Absolute, being everything, is also being blind and deaf or able to see and hear. What arises with that me sense is all the characteristics of what it feels like to be human. Separate, owning everything, in relation to everything including awareness. That's the I AM sense. I am here sense. This is developed shortly after birth. It's the same energy. When you see someone and see them as a someone, it's a projection. The me projects everything onto reality. There's really no reality but for the me. There isn't even a real existence. Existence is nothing. There are no objects, the me projects that. It's a fucking mess, yet there's nothing wrong and nothing needs to be any different than what it is. The 5 senses aren't needed for the body to function, only for the me to have the illusory experience of being a me. Without the me there are no senses. All those senses are of the same energy. One cannot choose to lose their senses, the loss happens all naturally and on it's own - same with the sense of me. No amounts of meditation, retreats, silence, or practice can make the me fall away. It's a natural process that happens to no one as the me isn't there already and no one to know about it's absence. It's hopeless.

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When Leo talks about Reality on his blog, like in his most recent post about Math and Reality, and I look at it from the dream perspective and cognize it from that angle, it fits perfectly. It's like he's talking to the one that thinks it's a human being (the me). The separate self, the person, the separate energy that arose within the body and thinks it's separate from everything else. The dream itself. Experience itself. The mention of the words world and reality leads me to my world, my reality, my experience, my knowledge.....but without the my. It's like he's talking about how it was all formed, how it seemingly concurred. When I envision the mind part and the imagination part, I see it as Absolute nothingness being 'me' and how 'me' is dreaming up my life and everything around 'me' but not what the Absolute itself is being. I look at it as, what's appearing, is the Absolute being whatever is appearing, and that's real. What I'm dreaming about is all mind and imagination and that I'm the dream itself and also imagination itself (the ne), but the Absolute isn't a mind nor imagination. I also look at it as the Absolute being whatever is appearing through mind and imagination, but the latter can't be since the Absolute is everything there is. Meaning the Absolute/God isn't dreaming or imagining anything, I am. When I put myself in his words as the dream, as the experience, as separate from reality it fits perfectly but not in an Absolute way because the Absolute is the 'one' talking to itself, writing those words and being Leo himself. So, I see it as the Absolute/God talking to itself but referring to the 'me', the illusion. It fits perfectly then but not what the Absolute/God/Nothingness is actually being, but is also being but only seemingly and appearing to. For example, it is being a bird, but the me is seeing that bird separate from me and the dream is that which sees a separate bird because the dream is spacial but not really occurring. The sense of separateness and the dream and imagination are one but it's not really real since it's only a felt sense. Let me stop here as I think I'm confusing things a bit, not myself but the way I'm wording it to make it make sense. I'm fascinated with this exploration and will continue to explore more of this and will keep seeing if his words match up to this sense of separateness and if it resonates to the dream and illusory world and existence that i take myself to be in or is itself. I have to also keep in mind that Leo himself is also a 'me' that I see as a separate person, entity, being and how I relate to that energetically. Is he only there because I am (here), and I'm taking him to be someone actually trying to convey a message, or us he just a figment of the imaginary dream I've concocted up that I call Reality. I see the Reality he speaks about as the me's dreamlike reality that's not really there. I don't know, we'll see because I don't really see a reality, I see people, places, circumstances and objects(things), but there aren't any really since it's all nothing being everything and appearing as such and the stories and ideas about all that appears is the dream of separation. Dunno.

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Happened a couple times here, but not for long.

Thought you were going away for a year.

The knowing energy (humans) fears not knowing, fears the unknown. This is fear in it's essence. The fear of the unknown. This is why we're riddled with fear. The knowing energy fears it's absence and this is why death is the #1 fear; it is the ultimate 'thing' not known.

Amen!! Whatever that word means. I say it means FANTASTICO/A. Masculine/feminine union.

Going to paradise with Eddie Money tonight. I've waited too long.

First time hearing this song. Nice voices. Beautiful sounds.

@Leo GuraAre AI generated words acceptable? Not for me, but for the other responders because I don't use AI, not yet anyway.

@BasmanMind Virus is not a new word; plus that's two ordinary words. I would suggest maybe creating a word with the same meaning but either different prefix or suffix, like maybe mindvirusism or mentalbacterialism, or germamindism or mindgerminism

This thread should be fun. @Terell KirbyI like your examples. Very creative. I can't think of any off-hand when I'm trying to think. It'll come when I least expect it or not trying to come up with one.

You should be glad. With prestige comes responsibility. Now you don't owe that to society only to yourself. Leo has to be careful with what he says here because he's under intense scrutiny. He slips up and he gets chewed up and spit out. See all the posts about him when people don't think he's living up to his prestigious role as administrator and supposed role model. Now, you can breathe and be yourself without constantly wondering what people think about you and if you're being and saying the right things in order to be accepted by others. You're wanting to fill a gap; but that gap can never be filled by being identified with prestige.

This is the void that's why we feel the need for things, circumstances and people to fill it. It's like an empty, hollow 'place' filled with nothing. It feels empty even though it seems full. We are living in an empty void of nothing. Don't believe me? Check yourself. Open your eyes. Observe your ways. See for yourself how you cling to stuff, trying to hold unto beliefs, things, people, places and things. We need to put people unto pedestals, say that so and so allowed me to be stable, flourish and become something. We're like floating in mid air so-to-speak, on rocky ground. It feels unstable, empty and without meaning and purpose and direction, so we dream up all this stuff to feel like we belong, to feel like home, to feel like a somebody, to feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, and feel some more. That's what feelings are. It's important for us to feel. Doesn't matter what that is, as long as we feel. We hurt ourselves on purpose to feel something, we avoid love to feel something, love cannot be felt, the unity, oneness, inseparable, boundless, timeless love that's all there is, cannot be felt, so we go out of our way to try and feel the love that penetrates. We're searching for the love that we are. Boundless, timeless, unlimited, unfathomable, unknown, untouched, everything love, energy, freedom that's free to become whatever it wants and that's language being limited and dualistic trying to convey a message to itself that cannot be heard or conveyed because it's not anything to be conveyed. It is longing for itself. It is not somebody doing it doesn't know itself and can get lost in it's own freedom of expression. It isn't looking for anything but can appear to be. It isn't really being anything but can appear to be. It isn't moving nor staying still, those are positions, but can appear to be. It is what I've fell in love with, it is what I crave, it is what I long for, it is what I want to become, it is what I cradle, it is what I dream of, it is what I miss, it is what I yearn for, it is what I desire, it is what I think about. IT IS the yearning, the craving, the missing, the longing, the loving, the thinking, the everything i so dearly want, desire, love and hope for. I cannot grasp it, I cannot hold unto it, it keeps escaping me, it keeps evading me, it keeps making me feel unfulfilled, needing and wanting, it makes me addicted to things, reaching for objects to try and fill the fucking empty void I feel inside. There is no inside or outside, there are no boundaries, there are no points, no limits, no direction, no hope, all despair. It has made me neurotic, needy, desperate, lonely, it has made me suicidal, sick, crying, laughing, happy, sad, suffer, miserable, angry, mad, in love, and so much more. It has made me me. A me that longs to not be me. A me that seeks for things that can never satisfy me. A me that sees itself in others. Others are others because of me. Then I despise, love, hate, want to be, cherish, hold unto, reach for others whether things, people, or circumstances that aren't me to try and satisfy me. Try to make me feel whole and complete. I despise because I love. I long for because I love, I dislike because I love, I yearn for because I love, I do everything because I love. I love because I'm love itself. I'm love itself because I'm inseparable, whole and complete. That's love. I don't know that. I don't know anything. I want to know. I'm knowing itself. I'm the knowing and seeking energy that arose in this body. It feels like it's in this body but it isn't. I don't know that. I feel that. It's the feeling that matters. I won't feel unless there's something that makes me feel. There's nothing here to feel so I feel because of. If there was something here to feel, I would feel regardless. I need something to feel. The only inherent feeling is the feeling energy that arose with the me. The me that's not even there. I only feel because of feeling itself. Energy is boundless and free, free to feel, free to become feelings. It's an illusion, though, it appears as feelings to ground itself. To make it feel as if it's something. It's nothing. Jesus, help me, I'm losing control. I'm losing ground, I'm becoming empty, empty of any and everything. I don't want to feel empty, I want to feel full and vibrant, I want to want, I want to desire, I WANT TO LIVE yet I want nothing. I'm forced to want if I want to live. I don't want to die, yet I feel dead inside. I'm trying to hold on, but it's slipping away. I don't need anything to feel differently, I don't want to feel differently, I just want to not want. I just want to be nothing. This way, I can be everything. It's an impossible feat. I want to live so bad, I'm dying. Dying to live. This is death to me. P.S. I'm OK. Incase there's anybody reading this post and thinking I'm losing it or ungrounded. Quite the contrary. I realize that I'm not grounded in anything and im not trying to be. That's being grounded in a way. It's just love expressing itself in the moment. It's beautiful. It's all beautiful.

When I log on and look at this forum, all I see is a bunch of words. Names of people attached to comments, threads and responses. I don't hear any voices or see any real faces, just words, videos and pictures. I hit on a topic and all i see is a bunch of words and read it to myself as if someone actually said those words. Day in and day out, just a bunch of words, phrases, sentences, remarks, questions and answers. All inside this computer. On a screen. Dozens of people talking about different stuff and all it takes is a tap of the finger and a scroll of the thumb to see life happening all on a dumb screen. Jesus, if that's not magic, I don't know what is. There's magic everywhere. I think I have too much time on my hands. I need a baby. Too much nonsensical chitter chatter going on in my head. I need silence. Silence to think about more jibber jabber. Goodnight.