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This is nuts. I'm definitely gonna try salvia. I think it's the difference between the typical tourist who wants to go to Paris or Rome versus the more serious traveler who books a one-way to Dhaka.

Can you pitch me a case for why I should switch from onenote? I don't understand what community plug-ins are lol

Why would you want to do ethical investing? That's like doing "enlightened business." Just invest to make money, period. That's what that's for.

Yes

I am lost, man. I just don't know. I am a Devil. Yes Lol, this is crazy. What's wrong with this woman? Why doesn't she want God? Lol.

I meant to say he is perfect as Peter Ralston, there is nothing wrong with his teachings and work. Besides, who says you have to agree with or even understand a teacher's personal worldview to use them for what their worth and juice em for wisdom & insights? That's all I meant, that Ralston is fine as a teacher, so long as he is used as such, not a fucking deity. Not gonna lie, completely lost you here, if seems you are doing some self-referential trickery thing with your words here, and that is most concerning.

I did ketamine once when they operated on my broken arm in the hospital. I can't forget because I was watching myself getting the fucking procedure, the surgeon or doctor or whoever the fuck people trying to set my arm back into place Don't know how tf that is possible, but I swear to fkn God, I was outside me body, from above the fucking hospital bead, looking down from above ONTO the situation on the ground.

Pretty interesting! When you say psychedelics are like a death simulator, you seem to be talking about physical death as in cessation of the beating of the heart of the organism in question... But how does this make sense beyond whatever data-extrapolation-thing from above that you did? The body is more alive on psychedelics. That's why I take that shit while climbing mountains.

Yo that's fkn nuts dude, what a Game! How do you go about getting social status in order to fornicate with lovely women in Pakistan?

I don't think Peter Ralston is wrong, I think he is perfect, but as many others pointed out, he is limited, which means vulnerability to misinterpretation & corruption. He is not "missing" anything in his worldview. It's not the case that his understanding of reality is incomplete because he forgot to mention the significance of psychedelics or Love or whatever. It is YOU that is "missing" something here because you are USING Ralston as a TEACHER — This dynamic is untenable and must Die.

You use goals to inform your action. Unfortunately, for most, their goals are unbeknownst to them so they become a slave to them. Go about understanding what your goals are, this is the work. If you can know what it is that you are looking for, the search may end. For that which you truly seek is Actually NOTHING! It's all about catching yourself red-handed, very much in the act of pulling strings and fucking with the stuff in the background... Leo calls it admitting your wrongness. But that sounds kinda like you did something wrong. You didn't do anything wrong. You are just unaware of what your goals are and have become a slave to them. Knowing what you want IS NOT some fantasy of being "sure of yourself" where "life purpose," "a girlfriend," and "tons of success" all fall into place like dominos so that you can ride away on your magic carpet... No, knowing what you want means realizing that YOU LITERALLY HAVE NO FUCKING GOAL AND HENCE: You are Free. Now you can create goals consciously. There is no way to live this life without having goals. It is just a matter of whether or not you are goddamn conscious of the goals that do inform your action. At the end of the day, you gotta take a dump (or in the morning, whatever, man). The only question is: Are you gonna be taking an Actualized Dump? A Conscious Dump? Or is this gonna turn into another "Shitstorm?"

Better try both to find out.

Can you open your mind to the possibility of there being no purpose to your life and, if so, how does it feel?

I think she is tryna say this: "All men have the power to kill themselves, and this turns me on the most. I like a dead man walking, that is, a man who has completely lost his self — or is so FULL of himself that he has no self." Yes, that is a cute way of talking about Ego Death. But talking about Beating around the Bush/Subject/Matter at hand! This woman can't put her finger on it either! But yea, it looks like she is pointing to God and the particular ferocity and intensity of presence that comes along with that in masculine expression, not as some caricature raging dickhead tearing his shirt in half — but a strong man who is actualized. Like Leo. Give this woman Leo.

What a twisted idea! Lol!

I am going to go into great depth of explanation here, so bare with me if you must. First of all, that you find yourself reading these very words is a twisted mystery that, somehow, we BOTH find ourselves in... So, let's get weird and intimate on this white page of black letters and whatever universe you have the audacity to imagine into existence, Dear Sir and or Ma'am that is presumably READING THESE WORDS! Lol, that preamble actually has NOT to do with the subject that is the intention of my communication — but I had to get it off my chest — I am not just talking about another part of my life that will ultimately drown out in the coming seconds to be replaced by another one... This is a pretty big Finding relating the source of attraction and the subsequent investigation into just WHAT that might entail or lead to, Inshallah... It is just that,.. uhhhgghh, I WANT YOU — BAD! The human desire for "the other" or Another is primordial, like having to use the washroom or sticking your finger in your anus.. So, it isn't SUCH a mystery that we actively (but mostly unconsciously) crave and seek out human connection, because we can just blame it on biology. But this is fucking crucial... this cannot be overlooked. I am on the verge of an incredible epiphany that may just mend the wound between God and humankind, but it requires getting a solid grasp of what Attraction Really IS and WHY and etc.. I'm really getting deep into this. I see no way back at this point. I no longer know what I am asking, if I ever had a question, or that something exists instead of nothing at all, left without meaning, here in this mirage of many sorts where the end is never in sight but fully incarnate as the Totality of Vision Itself. I am not talking about a theory or practice of getting somewhere. I am talking about that which is talking about that which is being talked about. Fuck you, grammar. No one is gonna ruin this party. The point is that you mean so much to me, baby. This is a love letter. Do you get it? Do you fucking get it? Oh, what a joke! I made this love letter just for You. I hope it didn't fall into the wrong hands. For all I know, it could Be BEING read by an evil man or witch of a woman who has malicious, antagonistic intententions and wants to bring about my destruction... fuck you! Nah, seriously, though, peace and love, I hope You make it out alive, and I'll see you on the OTHER END/SIDE where All is Good and Happiness is Eternal Ever After. Oh, and also, take out the fucking trash, don't forget to PAY OUR TAXES, ARGHHH WHEN DOES IT END! That's right. Do you really think you were going to ride off into the sunset without getting derailed once again by the blunt spearhead of corruption at large? Fool you are! Face me now! What have you been up to, Sweetie? Do you see how sick and twisted this is? Then again, some people pay money to see a drama. On Broadway, there are paid actors who do this shit to entertain people on purpose. So would it really be out of the cards to suggest that THIS is a Show of the Century, an Epic Theatre of Clashing Concepts and Stuff that EXISTS! YES! RIGHT HERE! FUCKING AMAZING......

Monumentous: Monumental and momentus at the same time!

Nofap is so popular because lots of guys are ADDICTED to porn and masturbation. So it follows that people latch onto the ideology when they see that implementing the practice (no-fap) works. Why does it work? Because they stopped their fucking addiction! Obviously, you will feel better in your life or about your life if you kick an addiction. But this goes for any addiction. There is nothing especially insidious about furiously jerking off to more tabs than you can count of: Dancing titties Jiggling asses Pink pussy! Yayyy!!!! No, this ain't gonna kill you. Nothing wrong with a wank. What is wrong is using your addiction to avoid confronting God. And masturbation is damn low on the long list of addictions that is being used to avoid confronting God!

I want to add context to the story of what prompted me to make this post. Fucking LSD. Obviously. This chemical is naughty.......... I just microdosed! Nothing more! But the intensity of the experience was FELT! And not just by ME! See, this is the point. I made a post about this a while back, which no one answered conclusively, because you people don't have the answer to my question. But let's take another stab at this beast, for it could mean the resolution to all problems ever conceived... Attractive women are PULLED in by my infectious, contagious, radiant, vibrant energy THAT DOES NOT RIGHTFULLY BELONG TO ME! In any case, I put my finger on the Source of Attraction itself, and it is God. Being One with God, practically unperturbed by everything, comfortable and alive, abiding in that place where ALL ENDS MEET... It is HERE that women want to meet me.... But not so sure that it is "HERE" that I want to meet them... Without digressing or devolving into insanity too much, can I rephrase my question simply? Why is it that women are attracted to that part of me which doesn't want them? Or: How can it be the case that when women ARE attracted to me (because I am in that STATE), I am indifferent? I don't care. I don't want to chase or aquire. I don't want to "bring home some bitch." This is not to say that when I am in said state that I don't engage with others. I do, and the communication usually endures a wild, enchanting ride of unsuspecting giggling fits, the kind of laughter where you are literally pulling your hair out... It's just that I don't neccesarily WANT THAT — It just comes my way (When I am Tripping or otherwise, somehow, given access to that Stateless State...) This is goddamn counterintuitive. No one would have thought that women are attracted to a dead man. Or an unborn man. Or anything but you! You have to go! No questions about it! There is nothing good or attractive about you! All the goodies are left to God. And you need but sacrifice yourself to his infinite scope of dimensionality in order to have it ALL FOR YOURSELF! YUM!

Psychedelics are like poor man's meditation. They will force you into an out of this world/body experience. You just have to take a hit. Like Schizophonia said, unless you "hang onto" and develop whatever Insight came your way, it turns into a cool memory, in some cases being used to justify spiritual mindrot, jump to conclusions, create a "truth-seeking" identity. "Psychonaut." These are powerful tools. The most powerful. You can use a psychedelic as a springboard to instant death. Now you can rebegin your life in that way which you see fit. I have seen people take psychedelics and get bombarded by revelations about the absurdity of the joke that is the life they had been living only to return back to it in miserable fashion after the effects of the substance expired. Transforming your life is a DIY Project, that means you have to do it. Imagine that the goal is to find Waldo. In this rendition of "Where is Waldo?", people hide inside the walls, behind the doors, camouflaged so naturally with their surroundings that it would beget an epic leap of something beyond faith and a great deal of time & effort to See Clearly... BUT, if you take psychedelics, in this metaphor, it is like being given the x-ray vision. NOW you can find Waldo more EASILY given the added, arguably "divine" facilitation. These are the steroids of mysticism. Use at your own risk.

Conjaculation: Conceptual ejaculation

Yup. That's the Q For me, lately, it has been right up till I knock out Obv not optimal for healthy sleep Do y'all stick to a strict rule like "no screens for 30min/1hr b4 bed?" If not, how do you wind down at night? Read a book, have a wank, beathwork, etc.?

It is a deep question intertwined with a twisted, supressed, unconscious Human Sexuality that suffers from the fear of being ousted or banished from the pack. Our sexual expression is castrated by the constant reminder in the back of your head to "stay in line." I am merely pointing out that you do not act on your impulses in public — and that is normal. Most people do not act on their impulses. I mean, thank God, right? Imagine how scary THAT would be... But this retard guy didn't give a fuck. He came right up and started petting me! Again, if a dog does this to you, it's normal. If a retard does it to you, considering your a forgiving person, it's also normal. But in NO cases is it normal for a normal person to get up in your shit anf start petting you out of nowhere. Why?

I am not making a joke with this question. This is a serious philosophical question. Today I was chilling in the hottub & this dude with down syndrome came right up in my shit & started to pet me. It seemed pretty normal. Why aren't we petting each other all the time like we do to dogs? Social conditioning? Stigma? Tabboo? Contemplate.