Princess Arabia

Exactly. He's benefitting somehow, consciously or not. Plus he's getting feedback from us which is fueling that energy. If we stopped paying attention to all his nonsense. I bet you he'll stop. @Holykael, I'm talking to you too, but you and I know you'll just come back with another story.

Mom, let's lighten up the scene a bit. Here's your favorite group. I remember you used to play Abba all the time. I couldn't stand it. Now here I am dedicating their song to you. I still can't stand it. Lol. Love you mom. Funny how all the other videos I sent to you made me cry but this one. I cried enough last night, maybe that's why this is the one today. I'm doing OK, though...no im.not...just started again. Ok let me play this stupid song that doesn't make me cry...love you.

Are you the body or not is the question. I'm still identified with the body, but I was just saying what true freedom is. I'm not living from that space and probably never will, but being aware is also a step in the right direction as it helps to raise your consciousness. There are stages to this, and the more we let go of what we're not, the easier it becomes to live in the present and become whatever it is we choose to become since we're not attached to the body and it's conditioning.

Mom, it's hitting hard tonight. I just realized that you're actually gone. Damn.if I do damn if.i don't. I try not to wallow .but when I think of you I can't help it. There's a knot in my stomach tonight. It's hitting me.know like a fucking brick. See you tomorrow..

Here' to you Mom. I love you.

Lol. There are no losers only winers. Lol

Because he's God choosing not to. He knows what he's doing. It's the role he's playing. It fits in perfectly inside the big picture.

Pain is an illusion.

I would be the witness of the pain that's arising. I'm not saying things don't appear and disappear, but that's not who you are. Things are appearing from within Consciousness. Sensations occur but you are still witnessing that. You as @Someone herefeels pain, but awareness doesn't. You are aware of the pain. You do not exist, that's why you die. Only Consciousness exists. Who you truly are is immortal, infinite and limitless. I'm speaking from the Absolute sense not the relative domain or the projected 3d world. This is only an appearance.

You cannot be what you can observe. You are not the body. You are Consciousness observing the body. It just appears that way. Who is the "you" you're speaking of. You're speaking in duality. A 'you' and a 'body'. That's two things. Consciousness is one.

And Consciousness is loving every minute of it.

True freedom is recognizing you are not the body and you are only the witness of what's happening in your awareness. You are untouched and will always remain untouched by what's apparently happening. Just like the space in a room is untouched by what it occupies. You have identified yourself with the body/mind and now you're enslaved by it. Things arises, but true freedom is when we recognize who we truly are, work on that.

The casinos are also pimps. They take your money and leave you with nothing.

Neither are you, but you're still present.

I edited my post.

Going for facts and evidence is also a belief. There are no facts, only interpretations. There is no objective world.

How can I not dedicate a Whitney's song to you. She always reminded me of you. I also cried when she died. I look to you for strength, mom.

Hence the term "high value man". What is, just is.

Whisper in my ear. I won't tell. Let's compare. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. Wait Mrs. Smith is coming, lets hide under the desk. Hold on, did I just hear the school bell. Let' go play peek-a-boo. Stop...you so bad. I'm going to tell. Oops, time for Math class. We can count it there. I need a calculator to count mine, how 'bout you. Never mind, let's just do it and start from scratch. What's yours...1? Mine too. Let's go get married and live happily ever after.

Stop. You lying. You just tryna make me feel guilty. It worked?

Your whole responses are making a lot of sense to me. Then again, what do I know. It just sounds sensible. I'm not responding too much on this thread because I don't know too much about aliens, but one thing I do know is that if two people can have sex and a sperm and an egg meet and the result is me, and then i grow old and die then nothing else is too far out for me to grasp. We've just gotten used to our way of life without seeing how everything is just plain ole weird or magical, whichever way you want to see it. I welcome the Aliens, no big deal to me. I just hope they don't hit on me because I wouldn't know how to act.

With a side of sausage and a banana smoothie. Sounds delicious. I just might try it. That'll hook him.??

You're right about that.

Mom, this shit is still surreal. I'm still carrying on with my antics and daily life, then it hits me again. I'm starting to feel bipolar. Of course, it's not the case, but you know me. Everyone is telling me to cry when I feel like and don't suppress anything, but pity do they know, I don't know how to not do that. I need to know how not to cry, but there's no remedy for that because it comes naturally, spontaneously. I could be laughing one moment and crying the next. It's funny how death separates us and at the same time, brings us together. You're gone but now I'm hearing from people out of the wood works and even talking with family members even more now. I guess after this dies down its back to normal, just me and you. My right nipple has been burning since you passed, and I googled it and it says a loved one is trying to communicate with you. That was in the superstition part. I don't know about all, that but I'm communicating with you right now. I was talking to Miss Curry yesterday and she told me she remembered when I screamed out loud when the frog was in the toilet, and she said you wouldn't go near that frog. Do you know, I was just thinking about that, the day before when I went to the toilet, and was saying to myself, did that really happen or was it some memory I made up. Then out the blue she mentioned it. Thats some scary shit, Mom, you need to stop it. I told Miss Curry you were rolling in your grave when you haven't even been buried yet. That's how this shit is for me. I can't even be rational about it. Anyway, by for now, remember you gave me this pic. I look mischievous don't I, like I just stole some cookies and hid it in my draws, looking at you like, "what"? Love you Mom. Your little baby girl.