Spiritual Warrior

1. Society sets us up for a mediocre life. Main stream media is not pushing us to self actualize 2. Instilling hard work and discipline into your life is difficult, especially with all of the instant gratification that is right at our fingertips. 3. Some people have serious trauma from childhood that has given them worse pain than anything you or I can even fathom

Of course not! I found mine at 28 Life has its way of unfolding the chapters for you at the perfect time

I experienced ego death while I was on shrooms a week ago and it was terrifying. I am posting this is as a point of reference and as a warning. If you use psychedelics recklessly, you could quite literally kill yourself. I took shrooms with four people, my gf and my friend and his gf. When the shrooms started to peak, I entered a dream like state in which I didn't know that I was a human being, I didn't know my own name, I didn't know what my job was, I didn't know that I had any sort of life outside of what I was experiencing right now. I didn't know who these four people were that I was with, I saw them as characters that's energy made me feel a certain way, but I had no idea who they were or how they got here. I could not comprehend how to pee. I didn't know anything, I was a blank slate, but my mind was not quiet, it was very messy with so many random and sometimes terrifying thoughts. The scariest part of this experience was that it felt like the shrooms were trying to push me towards jumping off of this cliff and into the water, which would have been extremely dangerous. I would get closer and closer and closer, but I kept saying that I was too scared. The ocean to me in the moment was eternal love, but something inside me must have known that it was also death. If there weren't others to stop me, I might have summoned the courage to jump off because I didn't think that anything mattered, I was just this floating ball of consciousness with no past and no future and jumping into an ocean of eternal love sounded very appealing. I did many embarrassing things during this trip which include trying to pull my girlfriends top off, barking, crying, trying to literally jump through the cars GPS screen, saying that I'd fuck my friends gf, and peeing my pants. ( I was fully conscious while peeing my pants, I just could not comprehend that it mattered.) It was funny, I was FULLY immersed in this trip right up until I stepped out of my friend's car. As soon as I stepped out, the trip was over. I look down at my clothes and they are soaking wet with piss, my toe is bleeding, and I have one sandal on. The reality of what just transpired came crashing down on me all at once. My ego is back.

We split a quarter between four people so no more than 2 grams. My life was extremely unorganized at the time as well, which probably added to how messy the trip was.

Bruh...

Thanks for normalizing my experience, it makes me feel better Thanks, yeah I guess it was

It wasn't even that much, it was a quarter split between 4 people. And everyone else's trip was calm, I was the only one bugging out. I think intention is big when taking psychedelics and with life in general. About a year ago, I made a goal for myself that I would have an enlightenment experience on August 18th, 2024. This ego death experience occurred on August 10th, 2024. This was the closest thing that I was able to manifest I guess; a very messy and terrifying taste of ego death.

I love that

One cannot truly love another without first truly loving oneself

Then it's not the right method for you

This is very true

It seems like you have a very unique lifestyle of disciplined spiritual work. I respect it a lot. This is not my life, mine is very social, I'm very much involved in my friends lives. I honestly think I enjoy the drama of it all. Maybe one day I'll be like you and prioritize mediation over social group drama. My meditation would certainly go a lot deeper if I wasn't always around my friends. For you, I think you need to think about your overarching goals in life. Are your spiritual pursuits so important to you that you're willing to miss a best friend's wedding? Maybe they are. Or will you regret not making time for the loved ones in your life? Maybe you will. Let go of the burden of deciding and let the universe decide for you.

I'm honestly shocked by this post. I remember watching your infield video a few months back and I was truly inspired and impressed. Ive never opened a girl up that smoothly. I believe it played a role in my recent success with women. I also relate to your height issues, I'm 5'5". However, I started dating a girl taller than me, either 5'6" or 5'7" back in January. Nowadays, I actively pursue taller women just for the challenge of it. What happened? Why couldn't you use the momentum from that approach in your video to catapult you into the life that you want? You can fucking do it, keep pushing yourself, find a way to make it work.

Ive only had sex 10 times in my life so far, and with only one person. And it has been very underwhelming. My best orgasms have also been from my hand. I may look back at this post and agree with everything that you have said, but as of right now I need to have sex with multiple people so that I can see for myself what it's all about. Counterintuitively, if you stop focusing your attention on getting sex, and you put all of your focus on building yourself up as a man, as a human being, the sex will come.

What an absolute dick head

I'm going to talk to her on Wednesday I'll envision her farting right before I walk up to her lol

We are all Leo's children

Lmao 🤣

I have developed a keen awareness that I am constantly projecting my own desires onto other people. Now I look at it and I can't believe I was so blind to it before. I'll give you an example.. Some background information is that I'm a dance instructor, I dance for a living. ... I had plans to take my girlfriend out to dinner tonight so I set that all up. But then my dance friends told me that they are going out to this salsa club after work. My deep and selfish desire is to completely ditch my girlfriend and go to the salsa club without her so that I can have fun and practice my dancing. Instead of admitting this to myself, I text her and ask her if she really wants to go out because it doesn't seem like she does. At the time of asking her this, I had no idea that it was me that didn't want to go, no awareness about that at all, I constructed thought patterns in my own head that put the blame onto her, as a way to somehow get out of going out with her. Right after I sent that text to her, I realized that it was my own desires all along being thrown onto her. Fucking crazy that my mind works like this. I will continue to look for ways that I am not taking responsibility for my own true desires and instead projecting them into other people. I contribute this insight to my meditation practice, I can feel myself becoming more and more aware every day. Leo's last video on the psychology of being wrong was also helpful. Look for ways that you project your own desires onto other people. Look for ways that you are not being honest about your own true desires.

I agree. I'm trying to find ways to go deeper though, getting more in touch with the energy fields within my body, having better control over arousal and ejaculation, and studying how to have full body orgasms without ejaculation

I didn't have sex for 29 years lol. You're fine.

Yes I agree. I've done this exercise before where I literally write down every single thought that pops into my head. Its crazy how random and constant and nonsensical they all were. Maybe it's time to give it another try.

It's finally time to journal about my shrooms experience from Saturday. It was me, my girlfriend, my friend, and his girlfriend. We blend the shrooms in a blender with some fruit and take it with us. Our destination,: a beach. We take the shrooms when we are about an hour away. I immediately start to feel a nice buzz, I feel happy. We finally get to the destination and we find a spot and we all put our stuff down. The first thing I remember doing was eating a clementine. I look out to the water and it looks nothing short of magnificent. I felt like I was Poseidon, the king of water. I wanted to get down there and touch it, but this wasn't an ordinary beach, there was no sand, just a bunch of rocks and cliffs. I kept thinking to myself I have to get to the water, I have to get to the water. It felt as though there were only two paths that we could take, the dirt path to the right or the path to the water. I felt that I had to get the water, I kept saying it over and over again. The water was salvation, it was infinite beauty, infinite love, but it was also death. I wanted to swim in that magnificent ocean. At first, we would get closer and closer to the water but I kept saying that I was too scared. It felt to me at the time that the water was infinite beauty, I felt that if I could just get there I would experience something other worldly, I felt that I would experience God or enlightenment, but I was terrified of it. I also felt like the group of people that I was with already knew that the ocean was infinite love and that I was the only one that had never experienced it. It felt like they kept trying to guide me closer and closer to it. Eventually, I summon up the courage and I try to walk over to the rocks so that I can jump into the water, but I end up cutting my toe and shin. The girls grew worried about my safety so they brought me back to the grassy area. We then decide to take the dirt path instead of going into the water. The scariest part of this trip was that I felt like I didn't know anything at all, I knew nothing. I didn't know who these people were that I was with, I didn't even know my girlfriend. I would look at her, and I would feel comfort and see a beautiful free spirited human, but I didn't know her name and I didn't know how she got here. I didn't know that I even had a life outside of this experience right now. I didn't know my own name, I didn't know what my job was, or who my family was. I was a blank slate. We leave our stuff in the grass and we started to walk down the dirt path, where we are going I have no idea. I was BY FAR the least competent individual in the group, I had no idea what was going on and I don't remember this but I kept stopped as we were walking and would just stand there. My girlfriend would come back, grab me and bring me back to the group. She was my guardian angel. We continue to walk and eventually, the girls say that they need to go to the bathroom. I remember I wanted to help them, I wanted to be the man that solved their problem but I literally was not capable. The girls find a spot to go pee and me and the other guy are on our own for a little bit. I miss my girlfriend as soon as she leaves. I remember saying dude we need to pee, how are we going to pee? We could have peed anywhere, but I literally could not comprehend how to pee, I felt helpless. I remember looking at my buddy not as my buddy but as a character, that's who he felt like to me, a very lovable character that reminded me of a father bear. I don't remember what happened next, but we left shortly after this because the girls thought that I shouldn't be in public. To summarize, I cut myself up on the rocks, I kept saying I wanted to jump off of the cliff into the water, and apparently I tried to pull my girlfriends bikini top off (which I do not remember at all). We were there for no longer than an hour. Now we're back in the car heading back home and things continue to get weird. Every time I close my eyes I could see infinite patterns going in an endless loop, like a kaleidoscope. I didn't enjoy this so I would try to keep my eyes open. I remember having the epiphany that I was on an endless ride and that I could never get off, that is all that life is, an endless amusement park ride. It was terrifying. Nothing could give me peace. My girlfriend helped, every time I looked at her I would feel comfort and warmth, but when I looked away from her I was back in the nightmare. It felt like I was in an endless loop and I couldn't get out of it no matter what I tried. I just wanted it to end. Eventually, some rock and roll music came on and I started grabbing my girlfriends face, I would put my fingers in her mouth as if I was hooking her with my finger. The music made me roll, as if I was morphing and I had to do something with my fingers. I wasn't hurting her but I was treating her roughly as if we were having sex. I start to say some pretty outlandish things such as "I got that dawg in me," and "you got a fatty though," I remember feeling like I was everything, and my mind couldn't focus on one thing at a time, it was all over the place. At times, I was enjoying myself, saying funny things and having outbursts of genuine laughter, other times I felt like I was in an endless nightmare and I just wanted to get off of the ride. We are almost home, and things start to get even more eventful. I decide that I want to jump into the black GPS screen that is in the front of my friend's car. I unbuckle my seat belt and try to literally jump into it. My girlfriend pulls me back and buckles me in. I then decide that I want to get out of the car. The car is not moving, I opened the door and again, my girlfriend pulls me back in. I then tell my girlfriend that I can't do this anymore, I pull her in and start balling my eyes out. After the crying subsides, I ask her if she wants to fuck, she says "no thank you" I then say "Id fuck her," and pointed to my friend's girlfriend. Next, I pull open my waistband and I am literally about to take my dick out. My girlfriend looks at me with disbelief and stops me from doing it. I put my dick back in my pants and then I start to piss myself. It felt like such an amazing release. I saw absolutely nothing wrong with this at the time, I was aware that I was peeing, but I felt like anything and everything did not matter. We finally get back to the house and as soon as I step out of the car, I am flattened by reality. I realize that my clothes are soaked by my own piss, I have one sandal on and my toe is bleeding. I look at the other individuals get out of the car and for the first time since the trip started, I saw them for who they were, I knew there names and everything about them. I felt like I got hit by a brick. I wasn't in pain, but the magnitude of what I just did came crashing down onto me. I say bye to my friend and walk over to the passenger seat of my gfs car. She drives us home with her hand on my knee and I stare blank face straight ahead the whole time. She asked me if I'm okay and I say no, I'm in absolute shock as to what just occurred. We get back to the house, I shower and she starts to fill me in on everything that happened. What a fucking trip, I am taking a long break from psychedelics, I'm just not sure if this path is right for me. I literally could have killed myself. I learned a valuable lesson from this trip, number one psychedelics are no joke. If I had been alone, I may have seriously hurt myself. Number two, if you are going to trip, make sure that your life is in order; I ran out of data on my phone, I just totaled my car and it's in the shop, my life was in shambles and I think that contributed to my messy trip.

If you believe in yourself, 100%