Yeah Yeah

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 ! ✊

I've been thinking lately about how completely insane this world is when it comes to what we call "morality." A broke teenager gets shamed for having sex, smoking weed to cope, or needing help just to eat. But some ghoul who owns six luxury homes, pays minimum wage to workers, dodges taxes through loopholes, and lounges around while others grind for their survival—they’re celebrated. They're on the cover of Forbes. They're “inspiring.” They get books written about them. Society calls them successful. How the f*ck is that normal? Everything is upside down. If you're poor, society shames everything you do. If you're rich, society forgives everything you do. Need help from Centrelink or welfare? Shame. Struggling with addiction because reality sucks? Shame. Never had sex or love and you're almost 30? Shame. Can’t afford a dentist, can’t find peace, can’t wake up from this simulation? Shame. But if you exploit workers, hoard billions, corrupt markets, and get rich off the suffering of others? You're “ambitious.” You get invited to speak at conferences. You get to be admired. What god is this system worshipping? Not justice. Not truth. Not love. It’s power and profit—that’s the real religion. Even old-school religious shame (like sex before marriage) gets more airtime than the real spiritual obscenity: One person owning the wealth of 10,000 lifetimes. That should be taboo. That should be blasphemy. That should be shamed at the gates of heaven. But no—it's normalized. Institutionalized. Sanitized. It infects everything: school, religion, family, government. They preach “personal responsibility” to the poor… while the ultra-rich torch entire economies and walk away with bonuses. It’s rot baked into the architecture. And if you point this out, you’re either labeled a conspiracy theorist or dismissed as bitter. But I see it. And I know others do too. I don’t want to pretend this is fine. I don’t want to spiritual-bypass it away. This isn’t just an economic issue—it’s a soul issue. And I'm sick of pretending otherwise.

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

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

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.

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