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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

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.