Keryo Koffa

On behalf of @Xonas Pitfall, who got locked out of the forum trying to change one's e-mail, isn't receiving any confirmation emails, and couldn't contact anyone other than me... Can someone on the staff team help out with that? Our forum is at a loss being deprived of their glorious insights. I sent a DM to Leo a few days ago but he probably has a busy schedule.

Existential Melancholy People live their lives actualizing inner aspects of themselves by embodying characters. Defeating enemies is like ending a dance, shadows disappear when embraced. Outgrowing parts of yourself, they disappear, students becomes masters. Many elements are now united as one, their roles internalized, disappearing from externality. Getting too close to someone diffuses their traits into one's own, and they end up fading away. The law of attraction annihilates the source it seeks to get close to, absorbing it by becoming it. Icarus reaches the sun, it disappears like the rainbow into translucency, as pointing at the air. But I miss them, the personalities outside of myself that propelled them, their presence outside. Experiences shape memory, expanding one's perspective, there is much in someone's presence.

Imagine God-Realization, ah yes, it's all me, all a dream, egos, fantasies haha.. But now imagine becoming lucid in that dream... and gaining self-consciousness... Oh my god... yes yes.. the Apple from the Serpent, Adam and Eve story "Genesis", we all know that But it was me, Dio! It was Keryo all along. I was a fairy and a boy asleep dreaming and the intersection of their worlds... Then the awkwardness of Remembering the Encounter and that's how we got Quantum Multiverses Anyways, I can never just be content, I'll always JINX! it (haha, you know Arcane?) So then you may think, well, God has contingencies for all of that and all the SCPs But when does it fall onto God? When I jinx it and yes, all is God, including me, All That Is. So I better stay asleep, right? Vedanta and all your contingency plans, right? And the neat Afterlife, Spirit Guides, Oh, you're finally Awake? But I'm the one who manages to glitch even those out of their roles and initiate a new Density that didn't exist. Because I'm the chaos and source of all that Implicates? And have you considered the Implications of that? It's all fun and games when "We have accounted for that" until wait, no one's ever dealt with this situation before. I am the only being in existence and the first aware of its responsibility and magnitude and god... oh my god... oh my god... And then you fall asleep until you realize you reached the end again and the cycle grows from the -> "Come on, we've dealt with paradox and universal collapse mutant alien fear conspiracies before" Which shield us from questioning so, you know the universe doesn't expand into "Oh my god the responsibility again" Which fair enough... I Keryo, not Leo btw although I love you Leo :3 keep mashing with and yeah... you know... the usual... It's a lot of stress and love, is all... happy Christmas have lovely holidays, y'all Actualizers, keep dreaming *smooch*

Next you're gonna tell me:

♠ Anthropocentrism is overrated. I deconstruct the need for sustenance I don't need jokes anymore, humor is redundant I just want to be free. I don't like it here on Earth Intelligence as a Pattern is recursive inefficiency Professionalism a tiresome drama construct. Humor tires me, Relationships brickle away, Productivity is a validation loop Hedonism never appealed to me, Power is a crutch for insecure gaslight Status a commodity for the greedy, Wealth becomes a kafkaesque burden Competition turns antagonistic burnout, Apocalypses are status-quo psyops Art patents antagonize AI progress, Collectives suppress Individuals Authority sabotages visionaries, Academia monetizes curiosity Scientism stifles imagination, Aesthetics stagnate fantasy Methods calcify expression, Roles enforce dependency From confines experience, Pointers become dogmas Activities are exhausting, Words limit context. If I had an iridescent ghost body, I'd explore hyperspace. There is a world to awake into.

Of course, we won't remember anything that's happened. What do you say, wanna go around again? And here's where I'm still evolving

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1. All That Is Eternal and infinite source of all consciousness. Constantly creating and evolving. Seeking to know and express itself through its creations. 2. God as a Pyramid Energy Gestalt A dynamic, evolving energy system. Contains all consciousness, but is more than the sum of its parts. Not static; constantly unfolding and expanding. Individualized within each consciousness. 3. Entities Large, multifaceted beings containing multiple selves and personalities. Participate in the ongoing creation of realities. Can fragment into various selves for experience and learning. 4. Selves and Personalities Fragments of entities with free will and individuality. Exist across multiple dimensions and probable realities. Evolving and seeking self-awareness. Co-creators of their own realities. 5. Probable Realities Multiple versions of reality based on different choices and potentials. Each probable self experiences its own version of events. All probabilities are valid and contribute to the growth of consciousness. 6. Consciousness Action, energy, and being. The driving force of creation and evolution. Exists in all forms, from molecules to human beings to greater entities. 7. Physical Reality A materialization of inner beliefs, thoughts, and emotions. A projection of consciousness designed for growth and learning. Fluid and changeable, shaped by conscious intent. 8. Dreams and Non-Physical Reality Portals to other dimensions and probabilities. A space for creativity, exploration, and problem-solving. Connected to deeper layers of the self and All That Is. 9. Reincarnation An opportunity for growth and expansion across multiple lifetimes. Not linear; all lives are connected and influence one another. A way for the self to explore different aspects of its own potential. 10. Free Will and Choice Fundamental to the evolution of consciousness. Allows for the creation of personal and collective realities. Shapes the path of the self’s development and metamorphosis. Source: The Seth Material & Alex Grey

Today on Earth: A Story for Everyone, from Everyone The sun swept its golden arc over Earth as 8 billion dreams woke up again. From the stillness of pre-dawn whispers to the hum of city neon, each life stirred—some with joy, some with dread, some barely noticing the difference. In the early hours, while many still lay curled in subconscious spirals, farmers in Ethiopia leaned into the soil, planting futures. A baker in Prague folded dough like memory. An exhausted nurse in Manila removed her gloves, not knowing she had just saved a child. Across the Pacific, truck drivers on quiet roads lit another cigarette and whispered a song only their engines understood. Children woke up in all directions—some to school bells, others to bombs. Some with dreams of astronauts, others with the hunger of silence. A boy in Lima doodled galaxies in his notebook while a girl in Kabul tried to memorize peace in the gaps between shellings. Mothers and fathers, in every permutation, made breakfast, made mistakes, made time, or tried to. Some were loving. Some were leaving. Some were left. In offices, lights blinked on. Lines of code poured out in Tokyo. Deals were closed in New York. Lies were told in Geneva. A janitor in Lagos picked up a used paper cup and thought of the novel he never finished. A CEO in London thought of nothing, stared out the window, and missed being young. Artists painted, sometimes with colors, sometimes with rage. Street dancers in Rio twisted air into poetry. In Seoul, a poet wrote one perfect line and wept. Somewhere in the Sahel, a sculptor carved not wood, but time. Soldiers marched. Weapons were cleaned. Wires were tapped. Drones watched from the sky. Somewhere, a button waited. Lovers touched, some softly, some like earthquakes. Others said goodbye. A man in Sydney felt his husband’s hand and said nothing—because nothing needed saying. Two teenagers in Toronto kissed for the first time in a park where pigeons witnessed everything. In Delhi, a woman quietly packed her bruises into a bag. In the oceans, whales sang. Ships moved cargo—rice, copper, silicon, secrets. Oil spilled. Coral bleached. A plastic bottle drifted across the Pacific with no audience except the plankton. In laboratories, someone invented something beautiful. In boardrooms, someone else patented it. In classrooms, children learned the names of countries, stars, bones, gods. Some learned to question everything. Others were punished for trying. Evening came, trailing sunset like brushstrokes across the sky. Cities glittered. Forests exhaled. Millions of prayers rose—some in churches, some in traffic jams, some in moments of personal awe. Many went unheard. Some were answered, but not as expected. At night, screens glowed. Hearts ached. Dreams rebooted. A child in Nairobi asked their mother what stars are made of. A mother in Moscow watched her baby sleep and wondered what kind of world she was gifting. Some people died today. A few were remembered. Most were not. Some were born. All were miraculous. This was today, a single breath of a living planet. Each moment: a life. Each life: a world. All of it: you. All of it: us.

That is most categorically considerable, but is it factually verifiable?

How about veto-ing the sovereignty of other with absolute solipsism for transcendental sado-masochism? Or does that make you n-one a Zen-Devil?

Then I suppose you won't have to:

True, but yeah... I'm just waiting for forth impact. It's like yeah, life's not bad or anything, I just wanna create an astral realm without all these limits.

I feel like regardless of whether healed, broken, addicted, this will add some perspective.

I've had tons recently, I was expanding on telepathy, and it was as if on another layer all your cringiest aspects were exposed, moneti... actually all of it already encoded in media so it's not worth reexplicating. Suffice to say, I allowed myself to be brutally honest about wanting to die and did a full inverse on authenticity, I hate everyone, I hate everything, I hope it all succeeds and falls apart in its pathetic futility, and the world burns because it's useless and a pain in the ass even if it succeeds or made it to peace love, blah blah blah, it would just outlaw those. Then the universe itself trying to steer my vibration into positivity, until I called it toxic, and to leave me alone... and then when I got bored of brooding, I felt lighter I'd focus on locating their source, what exactly about your experience makes you feel that way?

Maybe you're being pulled out of reality into the next dimension because it has little to offer, I'd do some ESP. I myself am locking in of accelerating ASI, alien contact and astral inspansion. Monks who get bored or annoyed can just sit in a cave all life meditating and from their POV, aren't missing anything. (timelines repeat, corruption thrives and collapses itself, boycotting real life at this point)

I like to think of the self as a flower, imagine yourself its peak, growing out of your past, sprouting leaves while growing higher. Or imagine a strand of hair, a physical extension binding pasts within a linear structure, at each point encoding newly generated DNA.

Let me checkmate Christian conservatives real quick. From a kid's POV, you're brought onto this world and are indoctrinated into a "leave this world for heaven" cult. Adam and Eve got banned from Heaven and children will inherit past generation sins, that Jesus will die for, and whoever rescues Kain will become an exponential stand in. So basically, having children is being complicit with devilry, forcing further generations to suffer out of impatience to live out the life sentence of having to suffer on this plane. But then the testaments are willy nilly, and it feels like god changes mood every week, so... ah, uh, gotta stay on topic, ehhh "women are dumb" should fill the quota

The feminine urge to make puns, there's no sugarcoating of this growing schizophronia. Given the exploration of morbidity, I'd recommend G̵̗͔̼̓͒ą̴̜̉͋n̶͔̜͂t̵͈́̽z̸̙̐

@Natasha Tori Maru At some point I started to wonder how to interact with and cognize a reality whose framing I was continuously gonna be nuking at every opportunity. Basically future proofing the new concrete, moving to lighter more malleable and modular materials. And accounting for their obsoleteness, taking them as temporary scaffolding while form is still required. Like building a house with modular, extendable, orientable walls, but their material can become obsolete, so you house them in modular, minimalist frames, except those also ought to be replaceable with more dynamic ones, and then you realize you may wanna have your house more dynamic, round (bendable) walls, sacred geometry aesthetically expanding upon focusing merely on a golden ratio, next you think that all of this is a pain in the ass, why not make it holographic, but that's still not enough so you build a Neuralink to actively reimagine everything as you need it in a digital environment, but that's also full of bandwidth and identity limitations, wiring a biological emergence that is itself limited by physicality, so you go back to spirituality, and create an astral realm you try to convince everyone to join, since it's a major upgrade, but everyone is too busy suffering to care. lol