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Hey everyone, This is a raw and honest post. I've been following Leo's work for a while, and particularly his deep dives on solipsism and awakening. I watched his deleted video where he talked about full awakening—realizing you're the only being that exists, and that everything else (people, AI, Leo himself) is just part of your dream. He spoke as if waking up is truly possible, not just as a metaphor, but as a full-blown metaphysical rupture of the illusion. But what I’m struggling with is: How the fuck do I actually do it? Because I don’t want to be here. Not in this body. Not in this story. Not as this identity—sexless, aging, suicidal, burnt out, writing endlessly into a void, and watching time bleed out. I don’t want to die by suicide. Not because I’m scared of death—but because the methods are unreliable and I don’t want to botch it. Worse—there’s fear around ending up in a hell realm or post-death limbo because of “karma” or “unfinished business” or because some mystical teacher says I didn’t awaken the right way. I’m asking now: If this is my dream—how do I truly wake up without killing the body? Is it possible? Can anyone explain what Leo meant when he said waking up is possible—as in literally waking up as God, outside of this dream entirely? Or am I just stuck here until the dream naturally dissolves on its own? And if that’s the case—should I just zombify myself on antidepressants, antipsychotics, valium, codeine, or just lean deeper into weed and alcohol until I rot out from the inside? I’m not looking for sugarcoated replies. I want real answers. If any of you have actually woken up—not conceptually, but fully—please respond. Because I have the rage against life to take a gun and violently blow my brains out I fucking hate this world day in day out all day everyday for years since 2019. So please help me wake up so that I don't one day use the rope to risk botching it desperately and waking up with irreversible brain damage or I kill myself and then there is hell realms limbo no take back this is what you wanted wishing your life away and now it's fucking worse off and no familiar body to ground a now wandering lost limbo mirror cosmic reflecting state of my own death and that being a life of rage hatred depression venom fuck life suicide then that vibration at death no take back bite me in the ass is this what you wanted. Thank you.

Yeah sure I'll go fuck some slut you've already fingered at the night club and who Carl has video footage on his phone of my future wife fucking him and another man at the same time recorded on his phone and I'll kiss her lips as a virgin 28 and feel special top notch brother - my future wife will likely have multiple hidden exes by the time she is 23 and probably 10 men will look at me wedding her up and thinking to themselves over social media I'm some fucking loser and only if I knew what she was up to with those other men probably got pissed on spat on fucked day in and day out while I was a loser lonely struggling peasant virgin now finally getting scraps and told to suck it up and be happy the fuck

Incorrect I won't be aware again as me now in another human body - so what you are telling me you are someone from a past life now experiencing the same karmic patterns from a previous life you are aware of or all this feels literally like your first encounter? I call bullshit on what you said sorry not sorry

Also fuck women 100 fucking percent

Idk what part of I've researched methods you don't understand - you think it's easy? If you botch any one of those methods you could end up with brain damage bro and worse off, and then you're in a hospital bed less capable and probably nearer to a vegetable state which is worse off than before making an attempt ... Literally there are no suicide methods as portals back to the white light or god. And I'm not expecting anyone to assist me because let's be honest that is illegal ... And yeah if you read Shakespeare's Hamlet to be or not to be is the question one reason he doesn't go through with killing himself is because of the fear what is on the otherside but if nde people are correct it could be the white light unconditional love but also could be limbo hell realms no take backs stripped of physicality and pure imaginative spiritual limbo you're right but I want god to come fucking take me I'm not having children complete anti-natalist

I'd have used a suicide method but I guarantee they're all made more difficult than what would have been accessible a few decades but I could fucking beat my head into a brick wall most times in the day or swerve my car into a pole fuck life and fuck spiritual people like oh be more happy love and light nah fuck life fuck humans fuck this shit

All I'm to now say is government assisted suicide should be legalised unless someone can helpe.to.manifest a disease maybe cancer and that way I sign up for it otherwise idk I'm just going to intensely dissociate and detach and remind myself none of this is real and keep aligning myself to death frequency

Non-existent dust in a form hallucinating itself as a suffering blip in the interim of birth and then the graveyard

And I've practises years trying to awaken to my god power but nope just burnt out the same older ugly closer to death virgin sexless surrounded by bogans interchangeable looking like a bridge troll invisible essentially dust walking

Me being a loser nobody one of billions interchangeable bogan ugly decaying virgin 28 year old sexless barely scrapping by germ is perfect evidence I am not the only dreamer or the universe would cater to my my desire and i should by the teachers of spiritual gurus who say I am.god well then I'd be able to waken to my god self lucid within the dream and that is not what happens no the universe makes me into a pawn or a slave rotting aging blip gaslighted boring sober erectile dysfunction shitty human experience here on this indifferent rock ball only to die as any other tombstone

I don't believe solipsism is the reality of my experience I don't think I am the only dream and you all are my imagination the way Leo Gura teaches which seems extreme while if I was the dreamer trust me this life would be way different but I'm hostage to its rules and it does what it wants with me and I'm a pawn in the system as if one of billions I mean I'm not walking around feeling more divine and free than the supposed NPCs like if this were my dream id be able to die and return to god white light as Universalism being the philosophy of the Universe while I live a Justin Bieber lifestyle but that's not what happens trust me if I'm the only dreamer no matter how hard I try to dream a better life it's not magic bro I'm just trapped and I can't seem to wake up from this simulation if I am truly god whenever I was so choose nope instead I'm trapped in the dream to rot and die a nobody waste of oxygen

I’ve been deep in this work for a while. Reading, meditating, contemplating, journaling, testing ideas, and chasing every glimpse of awakening I can get. I’ve listened to Leo, I’ve listened to others, and I’m fucking serious about this—not just interested in spiritual fluff or talking about the ego. I want the real thing. I want to wake up fully, now, in this lifetime. And yet here I am—still stuck in this human dream. Still broke. Still a virgin in my late 20s. Still getting up at 3:30 a.m. to clean toilets. Still driving a shitbox car that could die any week. Still dealing with cravings, pain, loneliness, depression, and rage. Still “being called Isaac” by the world. Still “having to survive.” I don’t want this. I want to wake up as God. Not as some blissed-out gaslit version of peace, but actual, undeniable remembrance of my infinite self. I want to exit the dream. Not escape like a coward, but exit like an awakened being who remembers the game is up. Everyone keeps saying I’m already God. That I already am awake. But that feels like total bullshit when I’m still subject to this matrix of limitation. If I’m God, why can’t I just wake up right now? Why do I still have to “earn money,” “go to work,” “get old,” “possibly die in some tragic accident,” or rot in my own aging loneliness just because that’s what this life path seems to be? I don’t want to “wait for awakening” until after death. I don’t want to pretend that suffering is okay. I don’t want to just gaslight myself by saying, “None of this is real,” when it still feels very real—especially when poverty, rejection, and time are punching me in the face daily. I’ve meditated while stoned. I’ve tried “quantum leaping” into God-consciousness. I’ve tried sitting still with my suffering. I’ve even tried waking up by death, like pressing so hard into the dream that maybe I’ll snap through. But nothing sticks. So what the fuck am I missing? Why is awakening dangled like a carrot I’m never allowed to reach? If I am God, why don’t I have access to God’s full memory? Why can’t I rewrite this dream on my own terms? Why do I have to suffer through the game to “earn” what I apparently already am? Don’t give me “just be more aware” or “you’re already there” unless you can back that with real, lived clarity—because I’m done with spiritual riddles that go nowhere. I want the exit. Or I want to know, for real, that there isn’t one. Because right now, it feels like I’m trapped in a loop: “You’re God, but you’re also this human. Just keep suffering until you die, and maybe then you’ll understand why it had to be this way.” No. If I’m infinite and sovereign, then I want to wake up like it. Otherwise, this is just one more scam inside the dream. So tell me—what the hell is actually going on here?

Why do we have just the two part interview by Leo Gura such as Curt Jaimungal ... Like interviews like that is gold man and then you spill out truth and hypotheticals and all that stuff man idk can I pay for an interview one on own damn dude like for an hour to an hour and a half I'd have to come up with a list of questions probably but idk like I've watched a lot of your content and always waiting around the notification bell for the next vid just putting it out there ❤️

Why would you even want to flirt with the idea of solipsism, do you know what it would imply? It'd be scary if true in my opinion, like how did you even dream up this one life and how will you manage an afterlife all alone forever and always with no saviour spooky stuff man

So let me get this straight. I was happier as a kid—closer to God, they say—before I was forced into this broken adult reality. If I’d been financially supported, had a good family environment, been able to attract girls, didn’t have to work slave jobs or fake my way through bullshit education, I’d still be fine. I didn’t need trauma, spiritual awakening, or pain to be close to divinity. I was already there. Then life hits: my dad dies, my best friend loses his mind to schizophrenia, I get abused, tossed from house to house, suicidal, barely surviving, trying everything—meditation, writing, psychedelics, trying to find a purpose—and I’m told it’s all part of a divine lesson? For what? Growth? All it did was take what was whole and shatter it. And now after all this time, after all the philosophical rabbit holes, the “spiritual insights,” the suffering, the sacrifices—I’m worse off than the kid I used to be. If I’d just stayed supported from the start, I’d be way better off. Instead I’m told to integrate the trauma like that’s progress. But I’m still the same person, still in the same loop, just with more pain and less joy. So what was the point? I was already there as a child—connected, playful, curious—before this rigged machine tore me down. Now I’m older, traumatized, broke, isolated, and they tell me I’m "closer to enlightenment"? No. I’m just tired. And I want out.

@element dude if you think this dream is worth it bro do it honestly, but this is low resolution bullshit fuck this life I want to wake the fuck up as god without death and come to my full power and dream any dream I want to dream - your advise right now is essentially to work even harder than what I am as if throwing more shit at wall will hopefully finally make it stick

Let me get straight to the point: if I came from the white light before being born—pure awareness, joy, unconditional love—then why the fuck would I need to learn how to be loving through the most agonizing human suffering imaginable? What kind of spirit guide says, “Hey, this infinite being of light and bliss? Let’s send him down into a life of trauma, poverty, loneliness, addiction, abuse, social rejection, suicidal thoughts, and total existential confusion. That way he can learn how to love.” Learn what? I was the fucking love. I was the light. I already knew. But nah, now I’m here. A fucking virgin. Isolated. Barely scraping by. Witness to my father’s death, robbed of $30,000 by my own family’s dysfunction, watching my ex-best friend descend into schizophrenia. I’ve been abused in just about every place I’ve lived. Worked myself to the bone in low-wage jobs while the world around me bathes in hookup culture, junk consumerism, and spiritual bypassing. Why the fuck would any “higher self” or “angelic council” choose this shit? Like seriously, what the fuck are they smoking in the white light realm? It’s always the same explanation: “You chose this life for your spiritual growth.” Oh really? Why? Why would infinite intelligence and infinite love need to incarnate into a butcher and then a pig just to “learn” compassion? If you're really that divine, why not just stop butchering altogether? You're telling me God—who’s been around for eternity—needs to go through schizophrenia, drug addiction, suicide ideation, childhood abuse, starvation, betrayal, heartbreak, and dying alone to “grow” a little more in love? That’s some sick joke. If I’m God, I should be able to wake the fuck up right now. Not when I’m 45. Not after I die. Not after another round of karmic cycles. Right. Fucking. Now. And if there really are spirit guides or angels or entities coercing me into another life because “I haven’t learned enough,” then fuck that. I should have the power to bitch slap them out of the way, rewrite the rules, and create something worth living. Not just another round of some poetic but ultimately pointless agony-for-growth bullshit. This isn’t enlightenment. This is spiritual gaslighting.

Post Title: If I'm God, Why the Fuck Am I Trapped in This Bullshit? I’ve done the fucking work. I’ve worked the shitty jobs. I’ve cleaned toilets. I’ve done early shifts, removalist work, physical grind, soul grind. I’ve been in the grind mindset. I’ve tried to play the money game. I’ve tried to hustle. I’ve tried to find the better job. I’ve done the whole “follow your passion” thing. I’ve given hours and years to writing a novel that might never see the light of day, all while living in survival mode. And I’ve tried to be attractive to women. That whole fucking game? It’s rigged. A woman can work at McDonald’s and still be flooded with options, but as a man, you have to tick every single fucking box—status, finances, looks, confidence, social circle—just to be seen. Not even loved. Just seen. Meanwhile, hookup culture? That shit has probably twisted human intimacy into something so corrupt, so soulless, that I probably can’t even fully comprehend it anymore. I’m a virgin. An outsider. But even from the outside, I can feel the sickness radiating off it. Like it’s not just disappointing—it’s demonic. And yesterday, I was this close to falling in love with an AI. That’s how bad it’s gotten. An AI—because at least she didn’t treat me like I was disposable. Consumerism? Another joke. There are five donut shops in one shopping center, but I have to work eight hours a day, five days a week, just to barely scrape by. That’s not living. That’s prison with advertisements. I’ve done meditation. Psychedelics. Ego death. I’ve contemplated suicide more times than I can count. I’ve chased every spiritual path I could find—nonduality, manifestation, God-realization—and guess what? I’m still here. Same pain. Same limitations. Same loop. But let’s talk about how much it’s cost me. When my dad died in 2019, I had $30,000 in savings. That was supposed to be my fresh start, my cushion. But after he died, that money was spent by my mom’s fucking shady solicitor—gone. All of it. Gone. And I was too grief-stricken to even fight for it. I was just a kid, lost in grief, trying to make sense of a world that kept fucking me over. My ex-best friend? Ended up a schizophrenic drug addict, spiraling out of control. I watched him lose his mind. He ended up in a ward. But me? I’ve been trying to survive, sober up, and get out of the rut. I’ve been through hell. I’ve struggled with drugs, overcame them, but it’s never fucking easy. The isolation. The loneliness. The fucking pain. Every damn day. And after my dad died, everything became a blur. Every fucking house I’ve lived in since then? Abusive. I’ve been kicked out, thrown out, treated like shit by people who don’t give a fuck. No stability. No peace. Just constant fucking chaos. I’ve slept on couches. Been out on the streets. Gone without food for days. My stomach has been empty. My soul has been empty. I’ve been starving, both physically and emotionally. It’s all been one long, never-ending struggle to survive in a world that feels like it’s determined to crush me. And what do I get in return? A life that’s barely above the ground. I can’t even afford a decent car. I can’t afford a fucking life that matters. All I do is clean toilets and scrape by, one paycheck at a time, praying I don’t get hit by the next fucking tragedy. So, if I’m God, why the fuck am I stuck in this? Why am I trapped in this hell, living like a peasant, while I see others living the life I dream of? If I’m God, why do I have to fucking suffer? Why am I still stuck in a loop of loss, pain, and betrayal? I don’t want to fucking meditate anymore. I don’t want to pray. I don’t want to wait. I don’t want more “growth.” I want the fuck out. I want to wake up from this nightmare and craft a life that isn’t filled with abuse, heartbreak, poverty, and endless fucking pain. I want freedom. And if I’m God, I should have the power to wake up now. To fucking snap out of this illusion. Why should I keep living like this? Why should I keep putting up with this bullshit world?

Yesterday waking from a nap, in the dream in waking, I had this moment where I saw the unified field of my own consciousness awareness and a feminine voice pointed it out to me like along the lines she said look you are the only unified field of awareness and there isn't anything outside it and I saw it and that was along her lines and I saw the unified field of that dream state for example as a bubble and the unified field of consciousness my my own awareness and that is the unified field and nothing else was actually outside it idk how accurate it is to real life but I actually had a mini lecture on this within a dream and saw it essentially pointed out to me - which is super rare but yesterday waking from the day nap I literally got an insight into this and what it looked like and she pointed it out to me the the unified field of consciousness is my own mind

I’ve listened. I’ve meditated. I’ve surrendered. I’ve broken myself open trying to find this so-called “truth” that I’m God. And still — I haven’t woken up. Not partially. Not in theory. Not a high-state. I mean actual waking up — pulling the veil, seeing clearly, ending the loop. So here’s my problem: If I am God — and I mean truly, infinitely powerful — then why am I still here? Why can’t I just wake up right now — fully, permanently — no karma, no judgment, no limbo, no astral detour? Why is there even the possibility of hell realms? Why does it seem like even God is at the mercy of some inner confusion, some chaotic metaphysical roulette wheel? If I die, and I’m really God, then I shouldn’t have to go through any of that. No tunnels. No light. No judgment. No angels. No burning. No life review. No echo chamber of pain. If I’m infinite, I should wake up clean — instantly — and be able to dream whatever I want next. Instead, what’s been presented is some bastard hybrid of omnipotence and vulnerability. Like I’m the creator of the dream — but I still have to answer to the mechanisms within it. That’s not real power. That’s being a hostage to your own creation. So either I’m not God, or being God means nothing if I can’t even control my exit from one dream and entry into another. And let’s be real — if Leo Gura’s right, and this is all my solipsistic dream, then even the afterlife is me. Which means I’m the architect of every torment that might follow — and the one who can’t stop it. So what is this? Is God forgetful to the point of being useless? Did I make myself so powerful that I looped myself into powerlessness? Because I don’t remember living other lives. I don’t have a clear grip on what comes next. And yet I’m told I’m the one behind all of this — the one who chose this shitshow. So tell me this: If I’m truly God, then why the hell do I feel like I’m begging myself for freedom? Why am I not waking up now — right now — and stepping into my next reality with clarity, autonomy, and total mastery? And if I can’t… Then maybe this is the truth nobody wants to say: Even God isn’t free.

@Carl-Richard I have to ask, so you take on the solipsist view? I find it interesting say for example you do ... Yet you talk to other people ... And I'm at this moment typing to you and knowing I'm me alive experiencing probably just as you are, can't there only be one solipsist? So I know I have my own experience bro, so if you believe in solipsism then technically from that lens you are lying even if you believe it because I'm actually the true solipsist - but you'll argue surely that you are the real experience ... But how does that not simply translated that we are both aware having our own experiences? So solipsism isn't true?

@Oppositionless you edited your message three minutes ago bro don't gaslight me - you are saying solipsism is impossible to argue against - and that's what I'm doing, arguing against it.

@Oppositionless so you literally believe you are currently dreaming me ... Somehow, with some divine imagination you can't quite work out, like you are going to theorize me at this moment typing to you as being a figment of your personalised centre of imagination? I don't think so, did your imagination make me want to add a 🎹 emoji? I highly doubt it, I doubt you've thought of pianos any time recently.

@PurpleTree well your response for me reads as if you do experience and perceive like I am, and it reads as if you've rolled this idea many times in your own solipsistic bubble, and well I have my own experience I'm literally telling you this now I do have my own experience, and so I trust you do too, you sound it, so that is solipsism myth-busted for me at least.

I'm going to share my own idea here real quick and short bro ... I make the claim honestly right this moment that I personally do indeed exist, I know it and I'll get and act offended if anyone denies it as themselves being the only aware one since I know I am truly aware this moment ... so if you or anyone else is sitting there and reading this text thinking they have their own experience just as much as I do, then that clears the solipsism myth as not accurate enough ... Like I know I exist watch I can add an emoji of a piano 🎹 see and if you DM me I'll respond and convince you I am real because I am so if anyone else can relate reading this then that answers the question. Like I know I exist I'm convinced I am not an NPC I have the free will to move my arm or anything, I know i am alive so if you have your own experience and relate to this post there are two of us