Arcangelo

Hi I have gone into the astral realm twice consciously. But I have had other experiences too. I know exactly what you mean. Wow. You have discovered stuff. I have just been there. You are the advanced projector in here.

Get a job, move out, smoke weed. In that order.

Exactly. I waited for months asking myself: -''How can they be so selfish?'' And they just kept being themselves, and i just kept suffering, instead of investing my time wisely. I fired almost all of my friends. The only thing i regret is taking so long to do it.

Hi I have decided that from today on I am gonna tell you guys if i think someone is trolling. Before being at Actualized.org's forum i was in a toxic low consciousness forum. There i learned about all the types of trolling: Mean trolling, derailing trolling etc. This forum is very vulnerable to trolling specially the meditation sub-forum (one of the reasons for the high post count I think) IMO there's a 95% chance that @DanTheLurker is trolling. How to sharpen you troll identification skills: -Post count -Content -Previous posts (yeah you gotta do some detective work). -Even though this actualized.org this is also the internet. Keep that in mind. -Use your intuition.

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Money.

Hi Aeris, I am a weed addict. ''Can smoking weed with mindfulness be a thing'' > Absolutely Yes Absolutely Yes there is. And sometimes (a lot of times actually) it will heal your psyche too. You already know what I am gonna say: Absolutely YES! I think he advocates against letting yourself get addicted like i did. Weed is actually a psychedelic. IDK. But what we believe tends to become true. The law of attraction and all that you know... That it is highly addictive. First time i smoked i didn't get high (because it was a roach that had to be split between 4 heads) But the second time, I did get superhigh. I told myself: -''I am smoking this forever'' 23 years and counting. Not planning to stop anytime soon. So if you try weed as a tool of growth or whatever you risk getting hooked for the rest of your life. Somewhere in a parallel universe there is an Arcangelo that never tried weed. I bet he is more successful and more neurotic than this current universe's Arcangelo. But who knows?

I fired almost all of my friends, it was not easy. Write them a letter if you can't talk to them. Do not ignore the red flags, and stop people pleasing.

Can't help them. It's a full time job to help yourself.

Weed lowers my blood pressure to a healthy level, as a side effect.

Wow!

No. Scared of butane residues.

Thank you very much!

By spiritual experiences i mean lucid dreaming and astral projections. Just focus on beating your previous record. If you could do 30 minutes aim to do 35 and so on. When yo do have those spiritual experiences try to stay at the other dimension as long as you can. Coolest shit ever. More real than real.

Thanks for that video GK!

This is exactly what i am talking about. Who said i was depressed? Gonna ask the question again: Why is it that depression is always tied to these words: anxiety, depersonalization and derealization?

Hey! I am all about sleeping on my back! There is a lot of youtube videos for that. I know it is the way to go. I am able to sleep on my back after doing sports exhaustively. If you are trying to do it without any pillows you are trying to run before you learn to walk. Put a pillow under your neck and a pillow under your knees. If you feel it necessary put pillows under your arms. The pillows under your arms will help you to not roll during your sleep. Now i am able to sleep for an hour without any pillows on a cold floor. It's all about practice. Beware: you will have spiritual experiences by trying to sleep on your back. TIP: Tape your mouth. Tape it diagonally for safety measures. You will be able to breath from the sides of your mouth if necessary. Leave a piece of the strip untapped for easy removal. Use micropore tape. Keep us posted.

Hey guys thanks for the replies! I have noticed that i have slight depersonalization and very slight derealization when i smoke weed. I have a question why is it that depression is always tied to these words: anxiety, depersonalization and derealization? Honestly, i feel untouchable, now that i know it's all in my head.

The story makes perfect sense to me. And it is very good at explaining what you guys been talking about ITT.

The Egg By: Andy Weir You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup,” I said. “I… I died?” “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?” “More or less,” I said. “Are you god?” You asked. “Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.” “My kids… my wife,” you said. “What about them?” “Will they be all right?” “That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.” You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.” “Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?” “Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.” “Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,” “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.” You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?” “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.” “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.” “Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.” I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had. “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.” “How many times have I been reincarnated, then?” “Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.” “Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?” “Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.” “Where you come from?” You said. “Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.” “Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.” “Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.” “So what’s the point of it all?” “Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?” “Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted. I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.” “You mean mankind? You want us to mature?” “No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.” “Just me? What about everyone else?” “There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.” You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…” “All you. Different incarnations of you.” “Wait. I’m everyone!?” “Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. “I’m every human being who ever lived?” “Or who will ever live, yes.” “I’m Abraham Lincoln?” “And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added. “I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled. “And you’re the millions he killed.” “I’m Jesus?” “And you’re everyone who followed him.” You fell silent. “Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.” You thought for a long time. “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?” “Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.” “Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?” “No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.” “So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…” “An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.” And I sent you on your way.

Count me in the NO Free will camp. I think you gotta have a good chunk of green in yourself to be able to embrace the paradox of free will-NO free will.

32 When i was 7 years old i used to wink my eye to teacher Jenny. She told my mom. I have no memory of doing it. So i have been doing pick up even before i have use of reason. It's the way i live, and have always lived.

Maybe afraid is not the right word. The right term is approach anxiety.

My mom told me from the very beginning: -''Son, happiness does not exist. The only things that exist are happy moments'' She could/should have added: -''Just make sure to have more happy moments than unhappy ones'' Pick up gives me happy moments, in the sense that i feel that i did everything in my power to achieve certain goal. Pick up gives me happy moments, because it is an adventure. Pick up gives me happy moments because it makes me feel alive. Pick up gives me happy moments, because when i am afraid to go talk to a girl but i do it anyways i feel like a real fucking man. That's the best. And so on and so on....

Pick up is my lifestyle. I have been doing pick up before the term pick up came up. I am always in pick up mode. Is do or die for me now. Exactly!