Adam M

@Slade they're adding bacon to the big mac! how clever! if that doesn't scream conscious to you idk what does

i cant feel much energy because I suddenly began working out 7 times a week...oops nvm

The Painting by Adam M There is a painting so big that you can't see the edges if you stand closely enough. It was painted by the most masterful painters who have ever lived. DaVinci worked on it, Michaelangelo worked on it, Picasso. The painting contains the most beautiful trees, roads, rivers, boats, and animals. It is so magnificent that it has the power to make you laugh and cry and want to scream at the top of your lungs. You can feel the love and attention to detail that went into the painting if you look at it with enough care. All you have to do is look at the painting with great concentration and attention, and you will be rewarded with splendid revelations that fill up your heart with love and your mind with all the answers to all the questions that you never even knew you had. There was a young boy who had looked at the painting as often as he could. He felt as if he had been looking at the painting since the day he was born and he loved to marvel at its beauty and its mystery. He loved the painting so much that his favourite parts of the painting had etched themselves into his young mind and he would think about them often. As he looked at the painting every day, he was amazed at how vast it was and how it must have taken a very long time to paint. He would discover new areas of the painting that he had never seen before and he would feel a pure sense of wonder and awe whenever he explored the vast painting with his eyes and his imagination. As the boy got older, he wanted to learn everything there was to know about the painting so he asked his parents to buy him books that would teach him about the history of the painting, who painted it, and why it was painted. He spent so much time learning about the painting that sometimes he forgot to look at it. Now, when he looked at the painting, he saw within it all the things that he had learned about it. The boy would always talk with his parents about how much he loved the painting. He told his Dad all of the amazing things that he had learned about the painting and he convinced him to sit and look at the painting with him. As the boy's father looked at the painting, he felt a spark within him that could have rekindled an old flame if the wood had not been neglected and dampened. "I love looking at this painting with you, son," said the Dad, "I used to look at it too when I was your age. But I cannot help but feel that I am wasting my valuable time just sitting here and staring at the same painting that I know so well. I know that you love it, but I am a very busy man and I have lots of work do to." "Dad!" exclaimed the boy, trying to hold his father's fleeting attention, "everything you could ever need is already within the painting! All you have to do is have faith that you will find it if you just look closer." "I do have faith, son." said the Dad, "but I cannot help but feel restless when I stare at this painting for so long…My mind is used to moving quickly and it is difficult for me to look at it for so long, especially when you are not around to remind me of the painting's hidden beauty." The boy sighed, they had had this talk many times before and he knew that it was no use trying to convince his Dad to invest so much time and energy to reap the rewards that the painting would inevitably give him if he stared at it for long enough. "You see son, I have a voice in my head that does everything in its power to remind me of all the other impotant things that I could be doing instead of wasting my days gazing at this pointless painting. I only have so many years left and I don't want to see them go to waste! Now, I'm sure that this painting contains many deep secrets, like you tell me all the time, but I must finish my work so that I can begin packing for our family vacation." The boy's father left and that was that. The boy was sad that his father would never appreciate the beauty of the painting in the same way that he did. The boy spent all of his time bathing in the glory of this magnificent painting and the more closely he paid attention to the painting, the more divine love filled the boy's heart and soul, the more he wished that he could share the love with his father. Sometimes, the boy would get distracted by other things and he would forget about the painting for hours and sometimes days at a time. He noticed that the more time he spent away from the painting, the more things seemed to go wrong in his life. The voice in the boy's head had gotten more clever and more convincing as he got older. The voice would try to tell him that he had outgrown the painting and that he did not need to think about it anymore so that he could focus on the more important things in life. The boy had not thought about the painting for an entire year and he could not have been more miserable. He was buried up to his ears in work and he felt that he had no time left to do the things that he truly wanted to do. He felt depressed and he wished that things could be different. Then, on his way home from work, the boy saw a small, framed painting in the window of an antique shop and it reminded him of the immense beauty of the painting that he had forgotten. All of the boy's childhood memories suddenly rushed back to him and filled him with inspiration to quit his job and devote all of his time to studying the divine painting from his childhood. He sat in front of it for days and sometimes he forgot to eat because he was so enthralled by the painting's mysteries that he had yet to discover. Slowly, a sense of joy had returned to fill the boy's heart that his work had drained out of him. The voice in the boy's head fabricated one thousand and one reasons why the boy should stop looking at the painting. The voice showed him visions of poor and dirty men sleeping on the street because they had ignored their important work. The voice tempted the boy with false promises of true love and pleasure that the boy just couldn't get by sitting and looking at the painting. It even told the boy that his father would be disappointed in him if he wasted his entire life looking at the "pointless" painting. Luckily, the boy would not make the same mistake twice and he would not be seduced by of the voice's empty promises nor would he be scared by its empty threats. The boy already knew what he had to do. He had to sit and observe. He had to observe the painting in an attempt to comprehend its full glory. It was a difficult task since the painting was so vast and detailed. The voice tried to make the boy doubt himself by reminding him how the painting is too complex for one little mind to understand. But still, the boy sat, unmoved. And he observed. The shapes in the painting subtly began to blur together. The trees would blend into the ground just as the ground blended into the sky. The boy noticed that the tree was not really a tree…it was just paint, but the voice called it a tree in an effort to distract the boy from the Truth. But the boy could no longer see the tree as a tree, he just saw it as paint because that's what it was, just like every other object in the painting. That's when the boy looked at his hands and noticed something very peculiar about them. They were made of the same thing that the trees were made of…paint. The voice cried out in agony and harnessed all of its convincing power in a desperate attempt to distract the boy. But the boy was not listening to the voice because he already knew what it was…paint. And just like that the voice was gone and so was the painting and so was the boy; the only thing that was left was the paint. The paint was always there and always will be there. Everything that ever existed, exists, and will exist was, is, and always will be made of the paint. Even DaVinci, Michaelangelo, and Picasso are made of the paint. You may ask, why is there any paint at all? There isn't. You see, when literally everything is just paint there is no paint. And that's the way it always was and always will be. . . . The boy continued to sit in the painting just as he had his entire life, but now, we was fully concious of it. It felt very natural and he knew that it couldn't be any other way. The reason why he had been so mesmerized by the painting from such a young age was because the painting would never stay the same. Unlike every other painting, this painting was contantly moving and changing, the only thing that stayed the same was the paint. The boy was now free to enjoy the rest of his passing life without any worry or fear of death. He knew that his body was just paint and that it would eventually blend into the rest of the painting just like everything else. Everything just felt…right. As he sat there in bliss, he became concious of a burning desire within him to share his discovery with his father. The boy knew that his father wouldn't believe him. How could he? "Hey Dad! Everything is made of paint!" His Dad would laugh at him. The boy sat there and began to think of some clever ways that he could tell his Dad about his discovery that had always been true. Perhaps he would use a metaphor or something… The end. I hope you liked it! What do you think?

yeah fuck @Leo Gura! That monster motivated me to begin a life-changing journey towards success and fulfilment!

@Kserkkj wow ! thank you so much! it just "came to me" last night LOL

it will be...fun *heheheh*

@blazed r u five

I'm so excited for him One day that will be me (and then it won't be me) lol

more than an hour a day and psychedelics help

idk im tripping in a good way

Wow Thanks guys...I was so against social media but now that I am getting into business I see it in a different light

I've been on NoFap about as long as you have after I broke up w my gf around christmas ITS AWESOME Tip: You have to workout at the gym...if you think that you're going to succeed at nofap without a daily exercise habit you are simply fooling yourself Your cravings will go down tremendously if you commit to a gym routine and you'll sleep better maybe I'm preaching to the choir but I've definitely noticed that exercise is key

she sucks OR you suck either way you suck

I dont know man...sounds like hell. Make sure that you have someone that you can talk to about this problem that you are having in person. You need someone that cares about that you can trust and open up to. As far as helping your Dad...the mind is a tricky animal and I don't think he can get better unless he wants to help himself Don't resent him. This is a great opportunity to exercise forgiveness and unconditional love... Unconditional love is tough to practice but it can do wonders

@erik8lrl LOL I remember my first trip was a 2g shroom trip and I had been watching a bunch of Leo's videos and when I was tripping I was like... "AWARENESS OMFG AWARENESS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT SHIT EVER! WE LIVE IN THE MATRIX BUT NOBODY KNOWS BECAUSE WE LACK AWARENESS" and this just went on and on for like 3 hours

@Uncover You better delete that fucking game this second and throw out your fucking computer. That game sucked 3000 hours of my life that I will never get back. (but hey...at least I got to platinum division LOL) Delete all your social media apps too...that's a waste of time too. I cant tell you how many times I had to delete the game only to reinstall it because its so addicting. Man up dude. I was 16 years old when I decided to quit for good.

@Leo Gura Well said! You helped me realise this for myself 2 years ago...I would listen to your lectures while playing League of Legends lol! Since then I've quit video games and I'm on a much better path towards true fulfilment...thanks!

@okulele thanks for sharing The other day I was meditating and I felt energy in my pelvis area (I had just started NoFap) I tried to circulate it through my body but it just ended up pooling in my mind in the form of sexual fantasy and I was left standing there w an erection... Very powerful stuff!

@onacloudynight Seems pretty normal to me. My friend and I both experience these drastic ups and downs. Eventually you will accept the ups and the downs as a mediator accepts passing thoughts (without clinging). When you are down, you will come back up a little higher When you are high, make sure you have your helmet on for when you crash down My ups will last for a week and my downs will last for 1-5 days I've noticed this as well as I have been meditating for the last year and a half as well

@Nahm thanks nahm! I copied this into my commonplace book! Helped me with my Do Nothing and my Self Inquiry (that I dont do)

is it better to read one book at a time cover to cover or is it better to jump between books that you find most relevant to your current mental state, sometimes leaving them half finished but eventually finishing them thoughts? I sometimes notice myself jumping between the same 5 books, usually all of them are about the topics that are most important to me in my life right now

@eskwire I definitely see understand why it would be easier to apply the info from one book by devoting all your attention to one book at a time However my interests in my life often fluctuate quicker than I can finish an entire book, so I have to switch between 4-5 books at the same time I noticed that I am more likely to apply what I learn if I am emotionally engaged in what I'm reading because it is relevant to what I am focused on in my life at the moment

@Leo Gura yeah I find myself getting bored of certain books halfway through, although I will eventually return to them it helps to motivate me to read more if I have new books to read with new and exciting ideas and info my bookshelf is like a mini-library with many of the top rated books from the book list and the ones that I have read have been life changing, thanks for making the book list so great!

just research good books on the internet? usually the best next book is something relevant to your life something that is similar to 7 habits is called think and grow rich

@playdoh Why don't you sit and see for yourself? They come from your brain eh? Where'd that thought come from?