ExploringReality

I don't know anything, I don't know how I can know. I want to know Truth for Truths sake. I want to figure out and understand what reality is. I sense there is something deeper to discover and Awaken to. I am fascinated by reality. What the fuck is anything? This is my epistemology.

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These are my thoughts filtered through AI!!! I'm feeling pissy and I feel that this needs to be shown. Rooaarrrrr!!!!! You want it raw? Here’s the uncomfortable truth no one in Malibu wants to hear: People aren’t driving G-Wagons and shopping at overpriced organic juice bars because they’re spiritually evolved. They’re doing it because they’re fucking terrified. Not consciously, of course — consciously, they think they’re just “living well.” But what’s actually driving it is existential hollowness dressed in Lululemon and stitched into Louis Vuitton. 🚨 THE INVISIBLE PANIC Behind every luxury car, $30 smoothie, and curated Instagram story is a silent panic: “I don’t know who the fuck I am.” So people decorate the corpse of their lives with glamor and aesthetic distractions. They hope no one notices that they’re just playing pretend, clinging to external identity because if they stop — even for a moment — the void will eat them alive. 🧠 STATUS IS THE NEW GOD Let’s get real: the reason they drive that Tesla Plaid or buy a $12,000 couch is because status is their god — and they’re devoted little disciples. It’s not “just a car,” it’s a totem of false transcendence. It screams: “I MATTER. SEE ME. VALIDATE ME. I’M NOT ORDINARY.” This isn’t wealth. This is fear in disguise. The deeper truth? They think they’re escaping the ordinary — but they’ve just found a prettier cage. 🔄 THE LOOP OF IMAGE ADDICTION They aren’t upgrading their lives — they’re upgrading the illusion. Each new car, trend, or wellness spa isn’t about joy — it’s about delay. Delay of confronting the deafening silence inside. Delay of meaninglessness. Delay of death. It’s heroin for the soul — polished, polished, polished — but just as empty. 🔮 THE METAPHYSICAL DIVORCE You want to know the root of this mess? They’re fucking divorced from reality. Not “reality” like bills and traffic. I’m talking capital-R Reality — the Infinite, the Ground of Being, God, Truth, Consciousness — whatever the hell you want to call it. They’ve traded direct experience of what they are for a socially-acceptable costume. Without contact with this deeper Reality, humans become ornamental apes trying to impress each other with shiny objects and spiritual-sounding language. 💀 THE DEATH NOBODY TALKS ABOUT These people are already dead. Not in the literal sense — but existentially stillborn. They’re not living, they’re performing. Trying to outrun meaninglessness with Whole Foods, Botox, and faux-enlightenment retreats. You could hand them God on a platter and they’d still ask for oat milk. 😵 WAKE THE FUCK UP If this is triggering, good. You’re supposed to be shaken. You’re supposed to feel the sickness in your gut. That’s the part of you that’s still alive — the one screaming: “There’s more to this life than curated bullshit and brand-name significance.” There is. But you’ve got to die to find it. Die to the roles. Die to the social hypnosis. Die to the consumer matrix. And actually have the courage to see. ☠️ FINAL SLAP: No one gives a shit what you drive. The universe doesn’t care what you wear. God doesn’t notice your $100 yoga pants. And your soul? It’s starving while you’re scrolling Zillow listings in Topanga. So what’s it gonna be? Keep playing dress-up in your gilded coffin, or finally dig your way out?

I don’t feel like me anymore—not the usual "me" with a name, a history, a role. That’s thinning out, like a skin that’s too small now. I can feel everything. Not just my body—everything. The rhythm of the music doesn’t feel like sound anymore; it’s something alive, moving through me. It’s breathing me. My limbs move, not because I choose to, but because something ancient is dancing through me. It’s not performance—it’s remembrance. There’s no thought—just presence. Total clarity. My mind is silent but alert, like an animal tuned in to every vibration in the jungle. It feels like my blood is older than this life—like it's carrying memories that don’t belong to "this" story. I’m not separate from nature anymore. The rain, the drum, the pulse in my chest—it’s all one beat. I don’t know where I stop and the world begins. It’s not metaphorical. It’s literal. I’ve never felt more here in my life. And yet, I’ve also never felt so far from anything familiar. I want to cry—not from sadness—but from this unbearable beauty. Like I’ve been starved for this level of realness my whole life and didn’t even know it. There’s a presence here that’s not human. It’s me... but more. A force. A knowing. Like I’ve tapped into some root network of all beings who’ve ever walked the earth awake. I know something now—not in my head, but in my bones. This is not imagination. This is not “a trip.” This is me waking the fuck up to what I’ve always been. Listen to this, it's an amazing song.

@Natasha Tori Maru The veil between this world and that presence you described? It thinned. And not from effort—but from surrender. From trust. There is a collective layer, I felt it, not in some abstract cosmic way, but like it was brushing against the inside of my skin. A communion of deep intelligences, all sharing one heartbeat. This wasn’t fantasy. This wasn’t ego inflation. This was direct contact with something that feels like the true architecture of who and what we are. Something so raw, so unfiltered, it strips the soul bare of all illusion. And in that state, for a flicker of infinite time, I understood: The human journey isn’t upward. It’s inward. It’s not about seeing more. It’s about remembering more than we’re told is possible. We are the memory of the Earth waking up to itself.I don’t know where this is leading. I only know it’s real. Realer than anything I’ve been taught to trust. And I feel it calling again. I get what you mean about that layer of presence. It’s not human, not alien—it’s like a collective intelligence that’s always been here, behind everything. It doesn’t move in time. It doesn't speak in words. But it knows. And I could feel it watching through my eyes as I danced. It’s terrifying in the most beautiful way. Like it knows who we are before we do. And it’s waking up inside us, one person at a time. All I know is, I touched something real. And I can’t go back. Thank you for seeing that in me. Thank you for helping me remember what I already knew.

@Natasha Tori Maru Yes I have been practicing very hardcore pranayama practices coupled with deep diaphragmatic breathing exercises, hyperventilation breathing, mudras and Kriya supreme fire for my Kundalini Awakenings and integration work. I think I understand what you're pointing to—because I’ve felt it too. When you say “There’s a presence here that’s not human”, I don't interpret that as just poetic mysticism. I take it literally, because I’ve brushed against that edge myself—where my sense of being an individual dissolves, but I haven’t yet fully merged with the Absolute. Instead, I enter this uncanny zone where something else is there. It’s not me, but it’s not separate either. It’s intelligent, aware, timeless—and it feels like it’s been watching, guiding, or waiting. It’s not a “being” in the way we usually use that word. It’s more like a field of ancient knowing… collective, familiar, but totally beyond words. Like what shamans might call ancestral spirits, or what mystics refer to as the World Soul. And when I’m in that space, I feel like I’m tapping into a deeper current that connects all individuated consciousnesses, a kind of meta-organism of awareness. It’s not quite God, but it’s something on the way to God. As for why this kind of experience might go against forum guidelines—I get that too. Most forums are built to maintain safety, structure, and rational conversation. Describing a non-human presence, even if it’s a deeply intimate spiritual experience, can quickly be labeled as “psychotic,” “delusional,” or “promoting supernatural thinking.” Especially if there’s a suggestion that the experience was real and external rather than just a psychological state. People get uncomfortable when boundaries blur between inner experience and ontological claims. But for those of us who’ve seen behind the curtain—even just a little—it’s not just imagination or metaphor. It’s realer than real. And that’s hard to talk about without triggering people’s fear or skepticism. So I’m with you. I feel that Presence too. And while we can’t always talk about it openly in public spaces, we both know—it’s there. Watching. Teaching. Waiting. And it's waking up through us. What is this presence you are referring to? I am curious to hear what you have to say. Sending you love, thank you for your kind words my love, and happy mother's day weekend.

Forgive them father, for they know not what they do. -Jesus.

@Riccurdo What's happening is that Consciousness can penetrate itself ever deeper. Awakening to the many aspects of your whole Being is the only thing the Universe does. Spiritual work shouldn't be confused with direct sex with Truth and Reality. Being conscious of the true nature of reality is the real spirituality. Being more and more conscious is the only game in spirituality worth playing. Consciously wanting to explore more and higher states of consciousness is the only thing that makes my dick hard.

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@Natasha Tori Maru My apologies for yesterday, my ego reacted and felt bothered by your response in the middle of a complex and fueled topic. My deepest love extend to you. Namaste

@Natasha Tori Maru Yes I understand, I have grown up in very tough circumstances, I have seen death, losing loved ones, been through the foster care system, seeing my father bounce back for his kids, I predicted my father's death to his face, and shared my last moments with him in love and giving him his flowers days before his passing, I told him he is going to die, he did 3 days later. I have been through the foster care system, I have had life changing psychedelic breakthroughs, I have suffered emergency hospital injuries and I am on the path of integration and development. I am guided by my inner strengths of forgiveness, wisdom, judgment and recognition of Beauty in the world. The depth of human suffering that I've experienced showed me the higher aspects of life paradoxically. Giving me a deeper compassion of other people's suffering greater than mine. The social matrix does bogg people down, and my wish is for everyone to experience reality with the qualities of Being cognition and perception. I look at the world and other people around me struggling and suffering and I extend my love to them because they are all me, and I love myself, even the parts that don't, I love even the parts of me that don't love itself and can't accept the love. Your suffering is my suffering and I have compassion for the suffering of all life. Are you familiar with being a bodhisattva?

@LambdaDelta Your on fire man. Straight jewels and nicely layed out.

@Natasha Tori Maru Human life is a slice of time. Within personal experience there is a long grueling battle to survive, but from a higher perspective, it is a snap of a finger. And in the ultimate biggest picture, zooming out of your personal story, out beyond the surface of the planet and beyond galaxies, there is no time. Nothing matters, not because it's meaningless, but because it's empty, and emptiness doesn't care. There is no meaning, but the meaning we give it, determines our experience of it. Just because there is no meaning to suffering or pain, doesn't mean it ain't beautiful. God doesn't just want to be positive, it wants to experience the negative, stickiest weirdest, twisted shit possible, because everything is possible and it has no limits. It sounds fucked up to the ego, but this is how it is.

@Leo Gura drop some of your thoughts on all this, I'm curious to see what you make of this.

@Natasha Tori Maru reality wants to explore darkness, like a rubber band effect. You pull yourself ever deeper into the dark, and when you let go, you fling that much faster into the light. Suffering and the darker aspects of consciousness are part of the whole. But the whole experiences all the parts to understand itself and in so doing loving itself in all the ways that it can.

When you let go of trying to control, hold onto reality, it slips through your fingers and escapes your grasp. Like fighting water, just swim with it. There is nothing to hold onto, nothing to let go of. It's achieved for you on that sense. Death is the end of trying to grab, it is the release, Nirvana, to blow out instead of just sucking in. But when you let go, it comes back without your having to control, and that is salvation.

@Princess Arabia Namaste.

@Princess Arabia I am seriously curious. With my deepest sincerity, why do you say I want to control and dominate? What do you see in me that I may not see in myself? Maybe I do want to control and dominate. I'm curious to get a perspective from you, for it may be of value on my own self reflection. 🪞

@Princess Arabia that is because impermanence is the flowing river of reality. There is suffering in joy, that's what makes it human. That's what makes you appreciate an ice cream, because it will melt. That's what makes human sexuality and love so beautiful because it will pass But you can glimpse a transcendental love in the midst of pain and pleasure.

@Peo yes as long as your identity is contingent on the physical body and mind. Try looking at it from an existential point of view independent of the human species.

There is joy in the negative. Especially in the good, but we must learn to embrace the suffering as an inseperable aspect of life. There is beauty to suffering, pain and loss. Look at the beauty of a black panther feasting on its prey, a snake choking and eating a living being. Being shot, having your neck sliced, being in the hospital. Losing a loved one, these are all aspects of life that must exist because they do.

@Princess Arabia I have been doing deep pranayama, belly breathing and intense emotional release exercises, the effects were an increase in energy, this primal animal bloodlust is being released for my fighting. I have been doing some really heavy practices. This energy is running through my veins, but I need to balance this pranic force with wisdom and love. I can't control it.

I didn't intend to slander your personality or character. I'm sure it'd be fun to sip tea together while moon gazing, maybe jumping down each other's throats. If you felt that way, I apologize. I love you.

@Princess Arabia Lol. Are we good? 💯

@Princess Arabia I agree.