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I'm waiting for more Leo content I've watched god realisation, infinities, reality explained, solipsism so many times like chewing all the flavour out of the gum, almost memorized his content word for word

Are we sure consciousness isn't like more beyond what we think of as consciousness but our human label is limited, like different forms, dimensions and species of consciousness, do you get what I'm saying? Even with awareness what if there are infinite different physics or universes or different realms aside from awareness ...

Did you know in the 1940s 10s of thousands of women were labotamized simply because they felt sad in their marriage and the man thought she wasn't normal as in happy and socially acceptable and so he'd team up with a dr to then lock her up and force a stick in her brain and swoosh that matter into a soup and the kids would have to get used their new mum like how absolutely fucked is that ... I wouldn't be surprised in my last life I was a labotamized woman and I carry this trauma i to this life to resolve

Okay look - about being in a bedroom and there is nothing supposedly rendered like a video game outside the enclosed bedroom ... But surely my deep belief that there are other rooms is just as real even if those rooms supposedly are collapsed quantum but so long as I believe of an outside world it does exist ... I sort of doubt if outside that bedroom of the only observer dreamer is even completely non existent because to an extent you know you aren't going to exit the bedroom and drop into a volcano your imagination would be more confident to render surely similar environments until it changes over time to something more different

@Someone hereSolipsism isn't madness if for some people they find integration I mean paying taxes is madness bro, to have to die is madness bro, to have to survive daily is madness bro, have you ever been behind on rent madness bro

It gives me the impression that say if solipsism is the truth, and say you are all my dream, then I'd be the only one here if solipsism is true, (I am independently typing this, but from your view this could just be put off as dream material pretending to be conscious) anyways from my pov if this philosophy were true well for some reason I'm a wounded dreamer in survival mortality vulnerability seeking ... And I wonder to what extent of the dream scaffolding is dream material - I could name some pinacle ideas I have going as the lonely dreamer, one is god ... So Leo would be my dream character and so when dream characters speak of god or love to what extent is that just dream too and not even beyond the dream like there would be no waking to white light like nde reports are just dream equal in substance to Leo being a dream character

I can understand oneness but see it is the fact of duality to be human and this supposed other of which who can love you or fight you or gift you or kill you as an undeniable contradiction to the idea of a lonely dreamer. Like if I was solipsist then my personal life would surely have been most optimal for myself like a conscious mind imagination environment blissing and blessing and enlightening me with my being maybe even a physical experience of a personalized heaven paradise dream but instead it seems other people are chaotic out in the scaffolding of my linear finite perception or how an animal could desire me dead or natural events or just social manifestations as taxes or mental wards or prisons or survival needs, I mean things go on that seems wild sometimes or opposing or challenging or lacking spiritual reward and existential resonance - Correct or challenge me on anything I'm blind sighted against

I disagree, I've had many spiritual awakenings in this life time but I'm just the same as the people I pass in public who smile to me or could nod to me or treat me like an NPC which is all seemingly interchangeable and these people behave just as spiritually evolved as I am with all my insights over the years and these insights are surely way more evolves than these other people I pass in public daily, yet it seems my spiritual or personal growth has been a hallucination or solo masturbating and I'm just the same as anyone else at the end of the day. So I have to surrender being a physical aging wage slave decaying interchangeable forgettable human and in surrendering it doesn't change anything but makes navigating the challenges of life less difficult while dying into the NDE realms you have a choice to never return again and stay in the Heaven realms where you can manifest what you want instantly and for eternity which is ultimate surrender and more preferable than constantly getting hurt and disappointed in life but gaslighting myself that surrender actually changes my life into anything worthwhile but really it doesn't manifest anything it just makes me stop complaining except towards difficulties that doesn't amount to anything but aging and decaying. When what I do like dead end jobs, no girlfriend, poor, aging, decaying, well, anyone can do this stuff it's just the way I handle it as being me as a particular organism which makes the differences, otherwise I'm socially interchangeable to even those who have never done a spiritual practise in their life, so I think to get to the heaven nde realms is a more preferable ultimate surrender which i'd rather do if guaranteed; instead of surrendering to shitty life over and over again which doesn't actually change anything but I accept what I hate and learn to shut the fuck up ... But also that if the white light heaven nde realms where you manifest what you want instantly in unconditional love doesn't get interrupted by a spirit guides handler who manipulates you into reincarnation again back into painful traumatic lives in order to become more loving as if being in heavenly realms and creating what you want isn't already in love as it is but you need to suffer and be in pain in order to learn which is bullshit I'm ignoring the handlers they will not convinced me to leave heaven I don't care

The way we glorify “success” in this culture is rotten at the core. We treat billionaires and “self-made” moguls like saints, when in reality most of them got there by exploitation, hoarding, and stepping over the bodies of the people who made their wealth possible. If anything, those sitting on obscene amounts of money should be shamed — not worshipped. Nobody actually stops to ask what “success” even means. In most cases it’s nothing more than slapping a gold-leaf bandage over a deep wound of lack, inadequacy, or trauma. My own father worked himself to the bone in online business for over a decade, clinging to one major client. In the end, a divorce, a biased court system, a failing business, and crushing humiliation drove him to suicide. Decades of “hustle” left him with nothing but stress and despair. That’s what blind pursuit of “success” can really buy you. And yet we’re told, “Start a business! Be an entrepreneur!” — as if the mere act of monetizing something is inherently noble. If you’re not truly passionate about what you’re offering, you’re just cranking out more hollow junk to sell to people who are doing the same thing. It’s a hamster wheel of meaningless production, low-quality goods, and spiritual rot. We’ve built a world where cafés, doughnut shops, and clothing brands compete not on quality or creativity, but on how cheaply they can slap together another disposable product. We overproduce mountains of garbage, waste obscene amounts of food, and still work ourselves into early graves. Worse, people confuse money with wealth. Hoarding currency is not the same as having the resources, skills, and community to live well. You can own ten mansions and still only live in one bedroom. You can eat only so many steaks. You can’t make love to a million dollars. And when you die, the money won’t follow you — but the relationships you neglected, the time you wasted, and the spirit you corroded will be your real legacy. This greed-driven model isn’t even how nature works. In a healthy body, the brain doesn’t hoard all the blood and oxygen for itself while the rest of the organs starve — but that’s exactly how billionaires treat the rest of humanity. The hoarding is pathological, and it’s killing us. Industrialization and consumer capitalism have sold us a lie: that government and corporations “give” us freedom. In reality, they’ve replaced meaningful trades, local production, and community life with corporate dependency, debt slavery, and constant overwork. Before this system took hold, people worked less, owned their land, and had deeper spiritual and social lives. Now? We’re atomized, medicated, pacified with porn, scrolling, and disposable entertainment — all while politicians and CEOs line their pockets and tell us it’s progress. Look around: the dating market is commodified like everything else. Relationships are disposable, judged on earning potential rather than character. Influencers like Andrew Tate are worshipped for flaunting cars while contributing nothing of spiritual or cultural value. Billionaires throw grotesque parties that shut down entire city streets while homelessness festers outside. And somehow, we cheer for them. If Jesus said it’s easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven, I believe him — because I can’t think of anything more spiritually corrosive than worshipping money while ignoring the suffering of others. We’ve traded community, craftsmanship, and spirit for cheap goods, hollow status, and Instagram illusions. And we call that “success.”

Alright, so here’s the follow-up to what I said — and I’m not sugarcoating a damn thing. You ever notice how the ones who are cracked open, burning out, lost in anxiety or psychosis, are always made out to be the problem? The system paints us like we’re the broken ones. Like we didn’t try hard enough. Like our depression or panic or trauma is just some personal failing, not the natural result of being chewed up and spat out by a machine that only values you for your output. You scream from the cracks of your soul and they tell you to take a mindfulness course. You’re starving spiritually, and they throw you another shift or a therapy session like it’ll plug the existential leak in your gut. Meanwhile, the real parasites — the ones playing god with ten thousand lifetimes of wealth hoarded in secret vaults and shady shell corporations — they’re the ones we worship. Politicians, CEOs, “leaders” — literal psychopaths, frauds, and liars who rake in hundreds of thousands from your tax money, wave around golden transport cards like royalty, and stay outside the law no matter how many people they screw over. They can ruin entire generations and still walk red carpets. You speak out and you’re the lunatic. They exploit nations and they’re “successful.” So long as they have money, they're untouchable — worth listening to, even worth worshipping. But let’s talk about real absurdity: imagine working in one of three doughnut shops in the same fucking shopping plaza. All three are selling the same circular diabetes, while Woolies, Coles, ALDI, the servo across the road, and every café within walking distance is also pushing the same crap. You’re in a plaza where every shop is cannibalizing the next. And yet you’re expected to give 8 hours a day, 6 days a week — like it matters. Like you’re lucky to be a cog in this clown world economy that’s overproducing just to throw shit out. Rows of doughnuts made only to get binned at night. Whole lives spent manufacturing waste. If we stopped and actually looked at it, we’d realize we could be working far less, like we used to before politics and capitalism mutated society into this bloated parody of itself. And for what? You slave away until your bones ache and your mind starts skipping. You finally get home — if you even have a home — and you’re too tired to see your kids, too bitter to hold your partner, too burnt out to even rest. You get a 30-minute break to shovel down food and then it’s back to work, feeding the machine. And the whole time you’re told you’re doing the right thing. You’re “being responsible.” But deep down, you know it’s bullshit. You know this isn’t living — it’s surviving under a system that treats life like a factory conveyor belt and calls it dignity. We produce too much. We work too much. We waste too much. And we destroy ourselves for the illusion of progress, while the bloated pigs at the top get richer and more twisted. They’re not building a better world. They’re feasting on us. On your time, your energy, your dreams. So no — this isn’t just a rant. It’s not empty. It’s the sound that comes from seeing too clearly and not being able to unsee it. And if you’re reading this and it’s crawling under your skin? That’s not a problem. That’s your humanity trying to wake the fuck up. If we were sane, we’d tear the gears out of this machine and build something that feeds us instead of feeding on us. But we’re not sane. We’re obedient. At least for now.

Let’s be real — this entire system is one grotesque psyop. You’re not lazy, you’re not broken, and you’re not failing — you’re surviving inside a rigged hallucination designed to keep you producing more than you consume while blaming yourself for feeling hollow. They sold us the idea that "hard work" equals moral worth, while the top 1% siphons life out of the planet like it's a fucking juice box. They profit off burnout, mental illness, and spiritual amnesia. It’s not about surviving — it’s about submitting. That’s the quiet deal. Meanwhile: The ultra-wealthy exploit loopholes they wrote. The government gaslights the poor and clips their wings with bureaucracy. The middle class eats itself alive chasing crumbs. And art? Passion? Creation? It's turned into "content" for algorithm gods and attention markets. There’s no real reward for being “good” in this setup. Just faster exhaustion. Just more silent compliance. The truly twisted part? This beast isn’t some cartoon villain. It’s invisible. A self-replicating parasite dressed in productivity apps and wellness branding. It feeds off your soul through overwork, taxes your time as if it’s infinite, and punishes you for waking up to the illusion. "Morality is backwards” isn’t even the half of it. Morality’s been inverted, commodified, then re-sold to us at a markup by the same people siphoning the blood. The real rebellion? Stop playing fair in a rigged game. Realize your rage isn’t dysfunction — it’s clarity. That numbness? That’s not depression. That’s awareness trying to break through the hypnotic fog. There’s no savior coming. No perfect government. Just us, realizing the emperor isn’t just naked — he’s made of shadow, and he’s been feeding off our light. You want morality back? Start by burning the false one.

Oligarchy

Tax the rich ! ✊

There is but one truth in all existence and I know what this one singular truth is, so that everything falls to the waist side, I'm talking science, philosophy, if the earth is round or flat, there is but one truth

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