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@Someone here Both are imaginary...

@Princess Arabia I never said I understood! I do know that I FEEL grateful for YOU And, yes, indeed something clicked when I read your words, "no one's at the driver seat." But, of course, presumably just like you, I have no idea WHAT clicked or WHERE the clicking occurred...

@Breakingthewall And what's beyond that?? Obviously anyone's Claim of what the Unthinkable Reality Before Us really is will degrade into a thought from which you can contrast your own thought(s) which subsequently lead to argument, confusion, and the dimming of the Pure Light of Consciousness.

@Princess Arabia wow! I did not expect such a profound, elegant answer! The more I get along with "this work," the bigger it gets In all ways....

More practically, the question I am asking is this. What defines the relationship between "Evil" and torturing a four year old girl with blonde pigtails, a rainbow sundress, and a golden binkie, raping her, and feeding her to your (obviously stolen) dogs? What? Who makes that Evil?

I have also struggled with this issue and have found it stems from hidden desire to prove yourself, come across as clever, fear of expressing whay you actually feel in that moment, lack of respect for the person you're speaking with coupled with the superimposition of your expectations & assumptions about the place where you think they're coming from, etc.

Breathe. Silence

@Someone here @ExploringReality What's up guys — wanted to weigh in on the convo! I'm sorry to say that assholes, pissholes, crackholes, donuts holes, messy holes, and even holisitic, interconnected, utterly, exquisitely sublime and irrestiably magnificent holes just scratch the surface of the One Hole of All Holes, and it is not a black hole, nor a particularly deep or dark hole either, but a holeless hole that is somehow Completely Whole in and of itself, containing all holes, oh, So Holy! I propose the hole down, up, and around which we must dig is the one that has no ground, for the aforementioned holes are ones of limitation, and The Holy, Wholly Hole of Holes Itself is where True Wonder Begins.

In one of the books on Leos booklist The author was talking abt his last moments w his mother over her deathbed He said he felt no pain but only relief when she passed He described it like this: "my love for her did not go away, but it was no longer attached to her body, her meatbag" I'm paraphrasing, but that struck a chord in me as I read it In some way, it's a beautiful thing. I have "suffered" the loss of both my grandmothers, both of whom I was rlly close with. I would say that, especially during those last years/moments, I was closer to them than my parents & siblings & aunts and uncles. That probably has to do with me being into this consciousness work & old people approaching death being filled with light & more conscious than most (but that's a different story) In both cases, I wasn't sad or hurt, quite the opposite. I felt that sense of relief. Thank GOD that they have exited this life of suffering. They had terminal illnesses, similar to ur father's situation who had cancer. Perhaps think of it this way: would u want ur father to still be around (if only for "you") considering his ailments?? No! So maybe that will adjust your perspective to one of Love, Gratitude, and a relief of some sorts. Idk

I believe I can provide some insight here... Lately I was contemplating the fear of my mother's death She hasn't died yet, but I recognized how strong my fear was of her dying. Ever since I was young, I've been a "mommy's boy." God, do I love that woman. I would tell myself that, surely, is she were to go, all life would go to shit. It wouldn't be worth living anymore, I would probably take my own life, or otherwise indefinitely drown in misery and pain — etc. Recently there was a stroke related scare involving an ambulance, red, flashing sirens, the hospital, etc. So, I realized, I must sit down and contemplate this fear. It need not exist. Now, I feel like I have resolved (mostly) the fear of my mother's death, and I will Share how. In short, I realized that this "woman" is not really "my mother," and it is so incredibly selfish of me to view her that way. Also, I noticed that the pain associated with the death of a loved one is also purely selfish/ego-based, since the "person themself" (i.e. your loved one) IS NO LONGER IN PAIN. Bottom line. They are free. They have exited this dream of whateverthefuckhaveyou, and so, BE HAPPY! I am sorry if this comes across as harsh. I do not mean it to be that way. Just sharing my insight. Again, I think it's quite selfish to feel the pain of a loved one's death in the sense that "Oh, Oh, I miss them so much, if only they would come back, just for one more hug, conversation, etc." All the Love to You, and may the memories of your father be Good and remind you of Good, Happy Days!

I was making some dinner with my father: a normal activity, mind you. This man couldn't grasp the proportions of boiling water necessary to cook the food for the life of him: I exclaimed, "Cooking Tortellini IS NOT rocket science!" Then, I had an epiphany. Reminded of Leo's epic discourse on the Holy Grail of Topics Themselves: Assumption is the Mother of All Fuck Ups Indeed, indeed so: Cooking Tortellini IS ROCKET SCIENCE! BOOM!

How does one reckon with the seeming control we have over our bodies? I mean, how does one reckon that reality with the oneness and nondualistic nature of all things? How does one contend with the True Self, which by no means is limited to the physical body, when we clearly have control over this physical body and not others? I mean, doesn't it mean SOMETHING that we can move our hands, but not the hands of our neighbor? I guess you could respond and say that I am "imagining that they are my hands," and I guess I could get behind that, but when it comes down to it, let's not kid around here: We can move our hands. We cannot move our neighbors hands. The meaning of this? I don't know. That's why I'm making this post. But I intuit that there is one. It just can't be the case that it's absolutely insignificant to the nature of reality, epistemologically speaking... I was watching a bird today on my kayak. The way it moved was beautiful. I laughed. But then this entire conundrum arose. How is it that I can't control the bird's wings? If I am everything, why not? Anyways, I don't want to ramble too much, I hope the question I'm asking is clear. Thank you for answering my questions, kind people of Actualized.org!

Again, who are we kidding here: On a very rudimentary and basic level, we have control over our bodies. I'm not taking about an abstract concept of control. Look at your hand. Move your fingers. You can do that. That's unequivocal. But can you move your neighbor's hand? No. Again, this duality does not seem to be a mental construction. I'm having such a hard time collapsing this duality even though I recognize it as such because for me it's too apparent and experientially true to be conceptual.

Is it wrong that I enjoy swatting flies? I mean, what can I say — I get a kick out of taking that pink fly swatter and ending the seemingly unending buzzing of whatever bee or fly unwittingly entered my living space. I don't mean to justify my actions. I am genuinely curious as to whether or not they are morally justifiable, and if God would have any qualms with killing another conscious being.

@Yimpa lol, I feel it A question for you, though, is where do you cut the line? I mean, you say you have no problem killing wasps and other such pests, but how big or intelligent or warm blooded or etc. does an animal have to be before you feel bad about killing it?

@Nathan But, but, but.... How could you know that that's what goes on in the mind of the fly?

@Osaid Man, thanks for that! It made me laugh it and it really cheered up my rather shit day! Thank you. I'm curious, how did you develop your writing style? Are you really into Shakespeare? I think the way you write is really cool, and I'm even inclined to take what you said as the word of God! In all seriousness, I really enjoyed reading this. You're great, man!

@Osaid aha! So does this extend to all sentient organisms? Is there some kind of logic or system of organization to God's supposed rules? Would he permit killing a fly with the intention to eat it? Is killing a fly on the same caliber of "bad" as killing a human? All these questions are important and pressing to me, and they're why I can't simply accept that "God said it's wrong."

@Someone here Ok. So are you saying that if I kill the fly quickly it's okay? Are you saying that the moral line here is between painlessly and painfully killing the organism? I'm not sure I understand. For me it's not about the way I kill it. I swat the sonnuvabitch fast, with one fluid motion of my swatter, rather like a ninja. No, the question I'm asking here is if I am somehow doing something objectively wrong or "unspiritual" by ending its life. My reason for killing the fly or bee or whatever is twofold: one is ending the buzzing which irritates and annoys, two is because, like I said, I take pleasure in it. It's just good old fun

What separates relative from absolute truth? How do we deal with the implications of educating between the two? How do we weed out conflicts in the image of the absolute, and how do we know that in the process we're not confusing that definition for our own relative terms? If there is Source, if there is the Truth or God or Whatever that they speak of, then what really is it, and what is it not? If it IS EVERYTHING, then that implies that everything is correct, and that everything is true. But if that's the case, then how does a society deal with edjudicating between right and wrong? Does God provide any morality? This is the ultimate question. And the answer seems to invariably lead to no. What???? God never actually gave us some moral compass, perhaps one akin to the "10 Commandments," to navigate the world and edjudicate conflict between humans!? Then what must we do? How must we deal with things? Who lies down the Ultimate Path? And, you see, you can't exactly answer with "oneself," because then the same problem appears of dealing with everyone's separate definition of what's true. What makes killing another man bad? What makes it wrong? God? I think not. So then the final question becomes: "If the Absolute Truth of Being has absolutely no bearing on how we live and act in the world of things, then is it really the True Truth?"

C'mon guys! Let's see what you got! I personally like two guided meditation videos on YouTube and these two alone. They are: guided meditation (by no other than Actualized itself) and Wim Hof guided breathing session. Please also say if you prefer silence, just your breath, just yourself - without the soft voice of someone blabbering in your ear.

Alright Ladies, here's my call for help I am 16, at a boarding school, in Israel. I just arrived, I'm here for four months, and God is it good to be away from my parents! They are mean and emotionally unstable, but that's beside the point I've already connected with many kids, the boys are cool here; some of them even into philosophy and God and such things. One of my teachers speaks about enlightenment, about Truth with a capital T, from a Jewish perspective. It's enlightening, to say the least. There are 18 boys and 40 girls in this program. A lot of the girls are very beautiful and I want advice on how to talk to them, connect with them, and more. I guess I'm just inexperienced. And also looking for advice for my unique situation. Any further advice regarding how to get the most from this experience would be greatly appreciated.

@flowboy @aurum Thank you both. Your advice means the world to me. My specific problem is just this: lack of confidence. I do not feel "content" when I look in the mirror. Yet, somewhat mysteriously, my problem seems to be limited to my physical appearance. You would think that such an issue would stem from a deeper, internal issue, right? I thought the same thing. In fact, I have been contemplating this "issue" of mine for a little bit now, and it seems without source, without cause, without reason to exist. Why do I not feel confident with how I look? I feel confident with who "I" am, my hobbies, passions, interests, thoughts, etc., yet when it comes to my appearance... well, I'll stop repeating myself.

Memories, Dreams, Reflections - his autobiography. It will inform you as to whether or not his domain is conducive to your interests

Leo, I believe that most of your audience, if not just myself, are still thoroughly entrenched in the Orange "MEME, and this means it influences our decisions and desires significantly. If the authors of Spiral Dynamics suggests that community and individuals alike can only evolve progressively - that is, stage by stage - then would it not be wise to focus more on the foundation of the tower before you reveal the clouds from the top? I'm sure you have a solid reason for catering your teachings more to the advanced mind, but with the objective of spreading your teachings to the most people, while greatly influencing them too, it seems that material to transcend orange (or green) is necessary. Can anyone otherwise point me in the direction of a solid and sure way to transcend orange?