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Moreover, all measurements (of reality / infinity) are incorrect because a) they are measurements; and b) all measurements are reductionist in nature. Georg Cantor essentially proved this - it is what drove him insane. The same with Godel. It turns out that infinity cannot ever be circumscribed by the finite. It's a fruitless task. You cannot package and constrain infinity within any finite logical system. This is also illustrated in Zeno's paradoxes. In Godel Escher Bach, Douglas Hofstadter refers to Achilles and the Tortoise. If the tortoise is given a head-start of 50% of the race, Achilles must first cover that distance. By the time he reaches the tortoise's starting position, the tortoise has moved on. Achilles must then cover that distance as well. He never actually catches the tortoise because all distances are, in reality, infinite. You can zoom in and keep subdividing distances forever. So it is with time. So it is with everything we try to measure. In the relative human form, measurements are useful tools. Just don't take them literally if your goal is apprehending reality or truth.

As Thomas Campbell says in MBT (I'm paraphrasing here to make it more comprehensible): Time organises and optimises the flow of imagination, in that it allows it to operate with improved low-entropy efficiency. In much the same way, ordering a library alphabetically makes it easier to find and/or replace books. As consciousness / God / or AUO (Absolute Unbounded Oneness) evolves, it continually hunts for the lowest entropy state to maximise its own efficiency. Thus, time is a construct of mind which is always making efforts towards self-preservation / low entropy states. As far as notions of causality and/or creation being "impossible" without time, tell that to an entangled photon.

I will never know if I came back to the same reality. It feels like I did, but I think it would feel that way whichever reality I returned to. No, I didn’t miss human life while I was gone. While I was there, I had no memory of ever being human. No memory of Earth, no memory of people. At least, as far as I can remember..!

@Muhammad Jawad Yes, I completely forgot I was a human. I mean, it’s very hard to describe this stuff. But essentially I discovered that I was never really a human to begin with. Ego death = complete destruction of your reality and you in that reality. So yeah, I was gone. I was something else entirely. I wasn’t even “I”. Yes, it literally felt like thousands of years… but this is difficult to answer. Time in the infinite realm and time in the relative realm work very differently. There isn’t really any linear time in the infinite realm. It’s more like the y axis of the present moment is extended to infinity. It didn’t take me days to recover use of my arms and legs etc. It took probably a couple of hours (of relative time) to fully regain control, although I was able to wobble around on jelly legs with some level of control after 20 minutes or so. My legs were actually moving without any conscious input whatsoever from me for a while. When I came around I was pacing in the corner of the room. At that point I was watching my human body doing it’s thing, but as a passive observer - not consciously connected to the body at all. As far as recreating reality on my return, there were actually three distinct realities it felt like I could have returned to. In one, I was in a hospital bed having tried to commit suicide (this never happened) after a very traumatic breakup (this did happen) ten years ago. In that reality, I was coming around from a coma and a family member was holding my hand. It felt real, but I was very disorientated at this point. As I lay in the hospital bed, other potential realities presented themselves. Through all of the different realities, the one consistency was that *someone* was holding my hand. I kept asking who was holding my hand as it kept changing every five minutes or so. Ultimately the reality I came back to was this one. The one where I’m now typing this Maybe I could have ended up somewhere else. I don’t really know. I can’t pinpoint any moment of choosing.

Meister Eckhart is also a very interesting European figure in this respect.

It sounds like it... but hard to say. There are variables to consider. So for example, as a 6ft / 185cm male with a very traumatic past (somewhat well integrated these days) who weighs 168 lbs / 76.2 kilos, I experienced profound ego death, truly infinite love (an absolutely terrifying and humbling but also deeply healing experience) and the mandala of "heaven" by taking approx 5.5 grams of cracker-dry Golden Teacher mushrooms on an empty stomach, wearing a blindfold and listening to the ICL psilocybin playlist. I remember distinctly approaching it from the outset with a sort of "take me, I'm ready" mindset. That might have helped a bit too. I met millions of other souls... we were all part of the mandala. I became fused with all of them... I became the mandala. I also saw how distinct souls and humans are imagined / created in the mind of God. On leaving that place - it really felt like my true home - I was left with a sense of profound sadness. In our relative and finite form we have been specifically designed to forget (i.e. infinity cannot be circumscribed by the finite). It was like saying goodbye to my true family... the source of all love, infinite encouragement and compassion... knowing that amnesia will kick in because I'm not supposed to remember. And it has. I only remember scant details. I remember the feelings more than anything else. But I also know that that place is always there, waiting. I definitely experienced the madness and disorientation on the return. Actually I was deeply shocked to remember that I was a human being as I had been away for what felt like thousands of years. It took a while to figure out how to use my arms and legs etc as I had forgotten what they were. Hope that helps.

Not being scared of death in the first place of course helps... but it can take many decades of meditative practice, or severe trauma, to reach that level of consciousness. Noone asks for severe trauma of course, but it has enormous capacity to raise one's baseline level of consciousness (easily as well as decades of meditation imo) when / if the lessons become well integrated. That said... in terms of psychedelics, you can get pretty practical about ego death by considering your substance and dosage relative to your baseline level of consciousness. The dosage of mushrooms required to instantiate ego death may often lead to feelings of madness and terror later in the trip. This is pretty normal for mushrooms in particular... they speak to you in an alien language. You can pretty much sidestep any of the fighting and terror on the come-up by taking a large enough dose. The come-down is another matter... It might be considered the price of entry. There isn't really any way around feeling some level of shock, madness and disorientation when you remember that you're a human being. This is why trip sitters on mushrooms are a good idea.

It's not illegal to possess 5MEO DMT in the UK AFAIK, but suppliers are rightly wary of the UK. it is illegal (as of fairly recently) to import any psychoactive substances (including research chemicals that are later found to be psychoactive) into the UK. Whatever you're thinking of doing, bear in mind there is up to a 6-12 month prison sentence for importing.

As I see it, "Who am I?" has the ultimate goal of pointing individuals to the realisation that "they" have as much personal agency as any other imagined atom in the imagined universe.

1. By all means you might do this, but it would not be a choice. God's will supersedes notions of human free will. Something that does not really exist cannot have its own will. 2. Law of attraction: What's really going on here is heightened awareness, not some manipulation of outcomes at the human level. You might think "you" are doing something, but you are merely witnessing.

Efforts to circumscribe truth using language can be taken quite seriously. Yet no expressed insights can ever really be true, since language is symbolic and finite. The best we can ever do is muddle along expressing varying degrees of falsehood.

I think the real answers are: What? God. Why? God (try it, you might like it)

Are you familiar with the "Maybe" Zen parable? I think that relates to this quite nicely. I've included it below: The infinite mind of God cannot be understood from the relative level. Perfection unfolding will often look pretty messy from down here. We cannot circumscribe infinity within a finite boundary. So to return to your question: "Why is God dreaming of itself in this particular way?" - This must be directly experienced (God consciousness) to be understood... and this complete understanding (the infinite) can never be brought back to ordinary human-level consciousness (the finite).

As I understand it: On the relative level, there is no "free will". Events happen and thoughts occur. It is not about choice. "Embodiment" either happens or does not happen. Granted, in a body/mind vehicle that has had the gift of enlightenment, there is probably more chance that some reasonable degree of embodiment also takes place. But it is not a guarantee.

@ivankiss Yes, utterly terrifying. And utterly humbling. People talk about the terror somehow being avoidable. I don't think it is. I mean, nothing can really prepare you for the scale of the thing. You can climb so far up the branches of the tree until God notices you, but when God does finally notice you (God noticing itself) ... then... God help you No matter how far you think you've climbed, being catapulted into infinity WILL humble you. I always feel like this notion of "taking it slow" is illusory. You can rub sticks together for 5 minutes or 5 years - the flames can only ignite in a single moment.

This is a question for anyone who has directly experienced God / infinity / Infinite Love, outpouring. There are moments when I almost remember... when I can almost taste the ineffable weight, the unspeakable scale and majesty of the thing, and it takes my breath away. I might be in the middle of some humdrum activity, and then it hits me. The light of God enters, fleetingly, through a fissure in my mind. I feel its incomprehensible vastness. I feel it physically in my heart as a cocktail of dread, awe and revelation. And then it is gone. So, some questions: Does this sound familiar? How does it progress? Does it become more frequent or less frequent? Does it get easier?