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Just out of curiosity! Can one access Alien intelligence a with with serious contemplation on Truth and what is consciousness? With 100s of psychedelic trips?

Do not. Fucken sick of the shit coming out these days. Fucking sick of these space witch girl-boss mary-sue characters. Same shit as the Alien: Earth females. Characters like Ripley from the Alien series were such huge inspirations for me because she wielded femininity in a really inspiring way - through action. Motherhood. Protection. But with strength that didn't need to rofl-stomp masculinity and masculine characters. The women in films these days are simply wooden planks on screen and made to be successful & celebrated for just BEING females. Like that is so amazing they were born with a mut? Rather than what the DO to wield positive feminine traits. I had free tickets. I went in with low low expectations. Only to have my neck broken from the whiplash action you cannot focus on and a sterilized vasectomy of a storyline. Anyway, thanks for listening I feel better after emptying that out I admit I was semi-lured in because of Nine Inch Nails. *spits*

You guys find psilocybin cartoony? Wow, that would be fun. My most recent trips on it (and honestly all my trips on mushrooms) have been deeply unsettling to traumatizing. In terms of visuals, emotions , and ego death. I don't know exactly how to describe my ego deaths on psilocybin. It's not as clean and blissful as a 5 meo breakthrough , nor is it as gentle as a ketamine ego dissociation. It's like being being torn apart by an alien death machine. 4 HO MET is cartoony @Lyubov I want to try mescaline too but I'm hesitant about hurting such a pretty cactus . You can buy it as a houseplant , I would probably just wanna snuggle it instead of turn it into soup.

New show on FX. It's pretty goofy but I have been watching it just to see the stupid writing.

Congrats! Now you are doing Alien Science! How cool is that?

Jumping Mouse The Native way of teaching, and passing of knowledge and wisdom was usually done through stories and story telling. One of the stories that they shared with me was a story about Jumping Mouse. I do not want to interpret the story for you because the meaning and essence of the story will resonate with each of you differently. Native teachings generally do not tell you what you should think, they leave the thinking up to you. I realize this story is lengthy, but give it a go! Please feel free to share your thoughts on this story. Jumping Mouse -- This is a Plains Indian Sundance story. Author unknown…. One time there was a mouse who lived with other mice and this little mouse kept hearing a roaring in his ears. He couldn't figure out what it was. All the time, everywhere he went, as he went about his mouse's business, his little whiskers going, looking into nooks and crannies, gathering things, taking seeds from one place to another, he kept hearing this roaring and he wondered what it was. Sometimes he would ask the other mice, "I hear this roaring in my ears, what is it?" And the other mice always said, "We don't hear anything. You must be crazy, get back to work. Accumulate!" So, he got back to work, being a mouse, and did all the things that mice do, but he couldn't get the roaring out of his ears and finally he resolved that he would try to find out what it was. Very timidly he went just to the edge of where the mice were living around the roots of trees and bushes. As soon as he got outside of where the mice lived, he saw a raccoon and the racoon said, "Hello, little brother," and he looked up and said, "Hello, brother." And he said, "You know, I hear this roaring in my ears all the time and I wonder what it is." The racoon said, "Oh, that's easy. I know what that is, that's the great river and I go there every day to wash my food." Little Mouse was really excited because this was the first time that anyone had ever said that what he heard was real and so he started scheming in his mouse's way about how he would take the proof back to all the other mice and then they wouldn't think he was strange anymore. So racoon said, "Yes, I'll take you to the river," and little mouse followed along behind him. Finally, they got to the edge of the great river, to a little eddy on the great river, but little mouse had never seen anything like that before in his life, this fantastic expanse of water. Where mice live the only water they see is rainwater and dew. They don't see big bodies of water, and to little mouse it was just immense and he timidly went up to the edge of the water. He looked in and he freaked because he saw a mouse in there! He jumped back but nothing happened and he looked again and he saw, yes, it's a mouse in there. He'd seen his own reflection for the first time. The racoon led him down to the bank of the river and at one place he put his hand in and tasted the water and finally the racoon said, "I have to go about my business and find food and wash it in the river, but I'll take you to a friend of mine." So, racoon took little mouse to his brother, Frog. There was a big green frog sitting on the edge of the river, sort of half in and half out. Little mouse said to him, "Hello, brother," and the frog replied, "Hello, brother." And they talked for awhile and the frog told him all about his life, about how he had been given the gift to live half in the water and half out of the water. He was all green on top and white underneath. He told little mouse, "When thunderbird flies you will always find me here but when winter- man comes I will be gone." That sounded pretty good to little mouse and then the frog said to him, "Do you want a medicine?" Little mouse said, "Sure, I'd like a medicine, yes." And then the frog said, "O. K., just crouch down as low as you can get and then jump up as high as you can jump." So little mouse did that. He got down as low as he could go and then he jumped up as high as a mouse could jump. And when he jumped up he saw the sacred mountains and then he fell back down and fell into the water. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before and he scurried out of the water and he was really mad. He said, "You tricked me, that's no medicine, I fell in the water." And the frog said, "Yes, you fell in the water. You're wet. But you're safe, you're alive, aren't you?" And little mouse said, "Yes, I am." And the frog said to him, "What did you see when you jumped up?" Little mouse said, "Oh, yes, yes. I saw the sacred mountains." And the frog said to him, "You have a new name. Your name is Jumping Mouse." Jumping Mouse thanked the frog for having taught him and then he says, "It's time to go back to my people. I want to tell them about the sacred mountains." He has really changed. Instead of saying, "I want to prove to those bastards that the river really exists," now he is just excited. He's seen the sacred mountains and he wants to go back and share his vision with his people. He speaks in innocence because he has learned from the frog. He wants to go back in innocence to tell them about it, and in innocence he will be able to return. The frog tells him, "It's easy to go back to your people. Just keep the sound of the river behind you. The roaring that you heard is now your medicine. You know what it is and you can return to your people." Mice are unable to go in a straight line because they can see close but with the medicine behind him Jumping Mouse can return. He has always heard it, but now he can navigate by it, he has a direction. Jumping Mouse keeps the medicine behind him and goes back to where the other mice are living. He says to them, "You know that roaring in my ears? It was the great river and racoon took me there and I met a frog. The frog gave me a medicine and I jumped up and I saw the sacred mountains." But they looked at him really strangely because he was all wet. He had forgotten entirely about falling in the river but they started whispering among themselves. They said, "An animal must have had him in its mouth. There must be something wrong with him. There must be some pollution, something terrible that he was in the jaws of death and wasn't taken. Very dangerous person." They didn't even hear what he said about the sacred mountains. Poor Jumping Mouse was just crestfallen at this because he had really wanted to tell them about what he had seen so they could see it too, but they couldn't. You cannot see through the eyes of another without giving him your eyes, and they were unable to do that. He stayed with them for a while because they were his people, but finally he resolved that he would go on and find the sacred mountains. He told them about his resolve and they said, "You're insane, you can't do it, the spots will get you." They knew, all mice know, that out on the prairie eagles can swoop down and get mice. But mice do not know eagles. They are too distant from them and so they only see them as spots in the sky. They can see close into the little things of the earth but when they look up and far away, they only see spots. And this is a paradox, but eagles when they are close to the ground only see things as a blur. The mice's fear of spots is real because eagles are real and really get mice, and Jumping Mouse was terrified but went on. Out onto the prairie he went, his whiskers feeling, dodging this way and that, feeling the spots pressing down on his back. The prairie is where the great animals meet and travel far and it is an alien place for a mouse. Jumping Mouse went out into it with his fear and finally he came to a circle of sweet sage. The circle of sage was a haven, a cover from the spots, and sweet sage is a plant that you cannot eat but which is used by the Indians for incense, prayer, something healing and beautiful. There in the sweet sage was an old, old mouse. Long braids, an old mouse. Jumping Mouse was joyous to meet someone of his own kind he could talk to out in this alien place. The clump of sage was a haven and a paradise for mice. There were seeds and roots to crawl into and everything a mouse could want there. He went up to the old mouse and he said, "Grandfather, I heard a roaring in my ears and I have been to the great river." The old mouse said, "Yes, I too heard the roaring and I too have been to the great river." Jumping Mouse was really excited because for the first time he had found a mouse who had shared his experience. So, they talked about the river and the common things they knew. Jumping Mouse was more and more excited and he said, "And then I met the frog and he told me to jump up and I jumped up and I saw the sacred mountains." The old mouse was silent for a long time and finally said, "My grandson, the great river is real and we have both been there and tasted its water, but the sacred mountains are just a myth. They don't exist." Jumping Mouse was just crushed and disappointed by this and the old mouse said to him, "Stay with me and grow old with me here. This is a perfect place for mice and we have both been further than any other mouse." Jumping Mouse resolves to go on and the old mouse is really upset. He says, "You can't do that, the spots will get you." But Jumping Mouse is resolved and he leaves the old mouse in the sage. He goes out onto the prairie and he is really afraid. He can feel the spots, just feel them pressing in. Knows that they are there every moment; his little whiskers are going fast and finally he gets out to the middle of the prairie and comes to a stand of chokecherry bushes. Chokecherries are good to eat but they make you fantastically thirsty. The more you eat, the more thirst you have. Jumping Mouse is out of breath and thankful for a safe haven and cover from the spots and as he lies there panting, he hears a great sighing slowly, up and down. And he looks up and sees that it is a great animal. Jumping Mouse thinks, "I am so small and this great being is so large," and he forgets his fear in his awe and goes up to the animal and says, "Hello, great brother," and it replies, "Hello, little brother," and Jumping Mouse asks, "Who are you?" and he says, "I am a Buffalo and I am dying." When he hears this, little mouse is overcome with sadness that this great being that he has just met is dying and he says to him, "What can I do to make you well? Is there any medicine that will make you well?" And the buffalo says, "I have talked with my medicine and it has told me that there is only one thing that will make me well, and that is the eye of a mouse, and there is no such thing as a mouse." Jumping Mouse was just freaked by this and he ran back, his little whiskers going, his tail behind him until he reached some cover. But from a safe place he heard the breathing again, getting slower and slower, and he felt a tremendous compassion for the buffalo. "I am so small," he thought, "and the buffalo is so great and so beautiful." Finally, he came out from his hole, taking two steps forward and one step back, his tail dragging, but resolved to speak to his great brother. "I want to tell you something," he said, " there is such a thing as a mouse and I am a mouse." "Thank you very much, little brother," the buffalo replied. "I will die happy knowing that there is such a thing as a mouse. But it is too much to ask of you to give one of your eyes." But Jumping Mouse told him, "No, I am so small and you are so great that I would like to give you one of my eyes and make you well." And immediately as he said that, one of his eyes flew out of his head and the Buffalo jumped up, strong and powerful, his hooves pounding on the earth and his great head dancing and hooking. He was strong and he said, "I know who you are. You are Jumping Mouse and you have been to the river and jumped up and seen the sacred mountains. You are on your way to them. I can guide you across the prairie, for I am one of the great beings of the prairie. Run underneath me. I know you are afraid of the spots, and I will protect you from them. You will be safe and I will take you across the prairie right to the edge of the sacred mountains. But I can't take you farther than that because I am a creature of the prairie and I must stay here to give away to the people. If I go up onto the sacred mountains it will be too steep and I will fall and crush you." So, Jumping Mouse runs underneath the buffalo across the prairie, his hooves just pounding, dust flying, shaking the earth and little mouse is frightened at the great power of the buffalo. He knows he is safe but this is worse, trying to keep up with a goddam buffalo! Finally, they get to the edge of the prairie and he is really exhausted and he comes creeping out from underneath the great buffalo, thankful to be alive. He looks up at the great gift and he says, "That was really something!" And the buffalo says, "You didn't need to worry, little brother. I am a buffalo and I know where I place every footstep. I am a great dancer and light on my feet. I could see you underneath me all the way and you were perfectly safe." So, the buffalo left Jumping Mouse at the edge of the sacred mountains, and he looks around. Who should he see now but a wolf, sitting there - a big beautiful wolf, just sitting on his haunches, kind of looking around one place or another. And he goes up to him and he says, "Hello, brother Wolf." And the wolf says, "Wolf, wolf, yes, I'm a wolf, wolf, yes, wolf," and then he sort of sits back and a beatific grin comes across his and he doesn't say any more. His mind wanders, slips away. And Jumping Mouse can't figure that out. What the hell's going on? So, he comes up again and he says, "Hello, brother wolf," and the wolf says "Wolf, wolf, yes wolf, wolf yes, I'm a wolf, yes," and his voice trails off as his mind slips again. So, Jumping Mouse wonders what is going on and he goes a little distance away and he listens to the beating of his heart; the sound of his heart is beating like a drum inside him. And he remembered all the thing that have happened to him. He remembered that when the buffalo was dying the thing that would make him well was the eye of a mouse and he figures that's good medicine. "I've got good medicine, a lot of power in the eye of a mouse." And he resolves that he will give his other eye to the wolf and that will make him well. So he goes up to the wolf and he says, "Brother wolf," and the wolf begins to say, "Wolf, wolf" but Jumping Mouse stops him and says, "I want to give you one of my eyes," and immediately his eye, his last eye, is gone and he's blind, and the wolf jumps up and says, Yes, I'm a wolf. I know who you are. You are Jumping Mouse. You have been to the great river, the frog has shown you the sacred mountains, the buffalo has brought you to me, and I can guide you to the medicine lake at the top of the sacred mountains." Little mouse is blind now, and all he has is his whiskers. He can touch but he has given up all his old ways of seeing. He can only touch things close now. The wolf takes him up from the prairie, through the pines, "stands-in-place," Finally they get to the open country at the top of the mountain. There are no trees there, no cover, nothing for a mouse. They get to the edge of the medicine lake and the wolf tells him, "We are here. We are at the medicine lake." And he sits Jumping Mouse down by it. Jumping Mouse takes his hand and puts it in the water and tastes it, and it's good, it's beautiful. And then the wolf describes to him what he can see in the medicine lake. He says, "In the medicine lake are reflected all the lodges of the people. The whole world is reflected there. The medicine lake is the reflection. It is a symbol of the reflection. They sit there and Jumping Mouse knows that it is time for the wolf to go about his business and travel to other parts of the world. It is time for the eagles to get him. It is an open place and as soon as his guide is gone the eagles will see him and come. He is blind and he can't see them. The wolf feels tremendous compassion and feeling for Jumping Mouse his brother, and his heart stretches out to him, and the wolf cries. Then he leaves and Jumping Mouse is left alone, blind, nothing but looking within, and he can feel the spots on his back, just pressing in, hard. And then he hears the rush of wind and wings and then there is a fantastic shock and everything is black. The next thing he knows, he can see colours. He can see! He can see colours. And he's amazed, astounded, he doesn't know if he's dreaming or what is happening. But he's alive and he can see colours. Then he sees a blur of colours moving toward him, something green and white moving his way and from the colours comes a voice. "You want a medicine?" And Jumping Mouse says, "Yes, I'd like a medicine." And the voice says, "Just get down as far as you can and jump up as high as you can jump." So little mouse gets down as low as he can and jumps up as high as he can jump, and when he does, the wind catches him and swirls him up and up and up in the air. And the voice calls out from below him, "Grab hold of the wind!" So little mouse reaches out and grabs hold of the wind as hard as he can, and the wind takes him higher and higher until everything begins to get clearer and clearer. Crystal clear, and he can see all the great beings of the prairie, the buffalo, the wolf on the mountain, and he looks down into the medicine lake and there are all the lodges of the people reflected, and on the edge of the medicine lake he sees his friend the frog. He calls down to him, "Hello, brother Frog," and the frog calls back to him, "Hello, brother Eagle."

@Leo Gura, I cannot imagine that in my normal state, because I cannot escape familiarity entirely. However, on DMT, things get quite alien. Though, I haven't had a big enough dose to go fully alien. By the way, I was trying to say that people are inclined to think of the word "alien" as a creature and not as an unfamiliar experience. I wasn't saying that you are using it wrong.

One of these days, I will talk about manifesting and if there is any validity to it, and if it's just part of the dream, yes, you, Mr. Neville Goddard, I will talk about you. Yes, there are a lot of YouTubers making money from his teachings, and you as well, the Reddit group, you little cretins. Yes, it is and feels totally alien from being a human. God is an infinite question/mystery unto itself. Or is it? Have you noticed on this forum that some people have been told the truth, but then they forget and keep asking the same question over and over again? Talk about Groundhog Day. Maybe god divided itself as a form of experiment into separate consciousness to see if each one comes up with the same stuff at the same time, or to see what each individual one comes up with with different ideas. God would experiment upon itself. And would new insights be generated? Would the parts be greater than the whole, bringing new ideas of what consciousness is? You are consciousness, but what really is it? An infinite mind, a sentient being, but you see, these are just words. Words can not do justice to what you are. Now, there would likely be infinite states of consciousness, which I have said before. I wrote this for fun. There is no enlightenment to be had; it's part of the dream/ illusion. You must have noticed by now that you keep telling people what it's all about, but they keep reverting back to the same old notion. It's so obvious. Buddhism must be one of the hardest things to break out of, I guess, so is religion. Religion and spirituality are all nonsense. I knew this without having to take any psychedelics. Even the hobo down the street gets this, and he never went to school. It's like a recursive reclusion. Tuesday, which is tomorrow, I will go for my fourth ketamine infusion. I hope they don't up the dose again above 60mg. How the hell can you use this drug in a recreational place while dancing? When I did have the higher dose, when I closed my eyes, I could see blue patterns this time instead of red, and no, they were not like fractal geometry, whatever that means, I have no idea, as well as memory loss while O was on it. I guess I will find out tomorrow.

From Alexa: That sounds like a profound shift in your self-perception, When we discover something fundamental about ourselves, it can feel like we're suddenly inhabiting unfamiliar territory - even within our own minds. This kind of existential awakening often comes with that disorienting "alien" sensation because you're seeing yourself through completely different eyes.

@Leo Gura Thank God I'm not the only one who wishes that was what the Alien movies explored hahah so much untapped potential.

To be honest I relate to a lot written here and have even experienced this myself through my self inquiry and life events unfolding (except the alien stuff mentioned). I will say this, why choose to create fear? If you are not a human (this is sort of like a set of clothes), what’s so wrong with that? I just don’t see any point in creating fear. It’s understandable and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it though. A military UAV (I’m in Russia) exploded by my building today. I chose fear so damn fast. I don’t think I’ve created so much fear in my life, maybe one other time on my ayahuasca trip. it was as if I felt worthless and like I’d have been better off if the bomb dropped on me, like I lacked value and was cut off form everything. After taking some time to breathe and going for a walk to calm down I noticed the pattern. This human side we have wants to rush to be small or little or blunt itself from what you guys are calling infinity, because in a mistaken way of reasoning it thinks it can keep itself safe in a childlike innocent way by making itself small. The truth is nothing can ever diminish us even if some challenge does indeed come along which hurts our body or affects our lives in a way that’s uncomfortable. We are born with innate value. You can become directly aware of it: it’s hard to put into words but it’s sort of like you become aware that you are beaming down from heaven where nothing can or will ever hurt you. There’s nothing to really fear about what you call infinity, I call the Tao, but from our human life there are things which do threaten us. So all we have to do is lovingly guide this side, let the infinity lead. This is where life becomes peaceful and acceptance comes in, and you can accept with grace even if it is no easy feat that you could have your life end due to a bomb dropping on you. I feel much better now, I’ll be fine beyond this life

No. I pick it because it is truly alien. It is more alien than a green man from Mars. You don't even know how alien things can get. Aleinness is not about creatures from other planets. That is superficial. Alienness is alienness. I am talking about pure Alienness! Imagine pure Alienness. Imagine something so alien you don't even understand what it is as you look at it.

This is false. What you call "absolutely conscious" is still a low degree of consciousness even though it is absolute. That is not a contradiction. All states of consciousness are absolute, even the low ones. That doesn't mean you are seriously conscious. Consciousness of the Absolute is easy. I am pointing beyond that. And yes, there is a beyond. No. This is not about sematics or language. Enlightenment is low consciousness. Period. Higher consciousness exists. You are missing this consciousness. Which is why I keep pointing to it. If I didn't point to it none of you would know it exists. I am pointing to something which nobody knows exists. For example, nobody here knows that Alien Consciousness exists.

People mostly associate the word "alien" with possible non-earthly creatures instead of foreign, strange, weird, bizarre, unusual, etc., experiences. Did you pick the word "alien" because it sounds better with the word "consciousness"?

Alien Consciousness is not about aliens or UFOs.

I'm still waiting for the day Leo will reveal to us that he is actually an alien from a far away galaxy that has came here to cure us of our backwardness. I have this thought ever since Leo became all of a sudden interested in UFO's & alien consciousness.

That's how I used to feel about it too, prior to my medicine journey where it showed me that there was so much that was positive and superior in beauty on the other side of embracing my ordinary side. I'm picking on you about this because I think your resistances to average-ness are holding you back from your stated spiritual goals.... and that your goals towards seeking Truth may partially be a cover for your resistance to average-ness. You have to be able to kiss the frog to experience the higher state of the prince. You may be motivated to transcend the 'human smallness' through enlightenment because that is another way of creating a differentiated ego and setting yourself aside from all other humans because other humans are the frogs. But that motivation would just be an outgrowth of the same human smallness and non-Truth that you're seeking to get away from... and would make you just another frog. So, even your resistance to ordinariness is a really normal and average human condition. I've experienced it... and many of my clients over the years have too. It's very ordinary to want to not be ordinary and to hate mediocrity. And because specialness is power... t's nearly impossible to truly cast away that "ring of power". So, when you make a show of "I'm one of the rare special ones who can ACTUALLY cast the one ring into Mordor." forgive me if I'm skeptical and poke at you a bit. If what I have glimpsed is true, God is one that can embrace all things completely and staying with the reality of being God requires such an embrace of all polarities along all spectrums in the everythingness (as that is what Love is)... how can you expect to stay with the Truth that you are God, if you can't even accept the inescapable ordinary averageness of the Leo character? That resistance alone will keep you clinging to the ego story of "Leo, the special alien." And yes, I do still have a resistance to malice and that which causes suffering that sometimes gets in the way of my goals. But I've been working for several years on breaking down my resistance to ordinariness. But those resistances used to be almost equal. I couldn't tolerate blending in with the crowd in nearly similar to the resistance to causing suffering. That's the big boss level resistance for me. But the truth is that every human is fundamentally ordinary, you included. And aging alone will rob you of all relative specialness that you currently enjoy. Can you accept that truth?

It means that people who speak about nonduality are in lower states of consciousness than what is possible. You are getting too pedantic about words. Words are irrelevant. The only thing that matters is that you understand that there exist much higher states of consciousness than your current state. Stop acting like what I am saying is so paradoxical and confusing. It isn't. It is so clear a child could understand me. Ant >> rat >> chimp >> human >> nondual human >> alien >> God level 1 >> God level 2 >> God level 3 >> etc When you make any argument to me, that is coming from your existing state of consciousness. Your arguments have zero validity in higher states. This includes all arguments made by nondualists and Buddhists and enlightened people. Literally nothing you say matters because none of it exists at a higher state. If you do not understand this, I don't know how to help you.

Wanted to dedicate a thread for real examples of serious people doing serious spirituality. I’ll start with mine. I’ll keep it concise. 10/11/25: At-Home Meditation Retreat Started at 8am with meditation for a 2 hour sit. The main techniques used were breath awareness, open awareness, and light self-inquiry. I took a brief break to use the bathroom and adjust myself. I returned and continued for another 2 hours focusing on stillness leading up to self-inquiry. The main questions contemplated were “What am I, What is Consciousness?” I kept my consciousness on the awareness that I am the entire room. Thoughts of media and videogames kept distracting my attention and I kept returning back to breath and self-inquiry. I had the insight just how much influence the media has had over my mind and how much garbage and past relationships my mind is focused on. Took another break for lunch and just stared at my hands while contemplating consciousness. My hands started to look alien. I kept my awareness on the field of consciousness. Whenever my mind wandered, I returned back to the questions of “What is consciousness? How does this hand exist at all?” Additional questions came up such as “Why does consciousness exist at all?” “How did consciousness decide to experience/create my current life?” Took another brief break and spent the next 2 hours in a dark room in my closet and continued my previous meditation techniques. Nothing new happened here but more mind wandering. Took a break for a brief snack and returned to meditation. I sat for another couple hours and after a while my mind got still. I started feeling love and joy going through every cell of my being. I started having a big smile on my face that I couldn’t resist. It felt like I was on mushrooms for a moment. I started to feel satisfied with my own mind in pure existence. I tried to keep this awareness for as long as I could. My legs started to fall asleep so I had to do some walking meditation for a bit which got me out of that state. I spent the rest of the time contemplating existential topics such as death, eternity, the first cause, time, memory, and my purpose. At around 7pm I couldn’t keep focus anymore and so I decided to end it for today. My main takeaways is how much noise and garbage filled my mind. My mind resisted stillness in the form of thoughts about media and entertainment. I also realized how much I do love my mind because I was able to think creative thoughts and have insights. Other insights I had is that I am imagining time, memory, and the past. The past and memory are nothing but a construction of consciousness. I realized deeper that my consciousness is creating everything I see and hear in a similar way it creates thought/imagination. I also realized that I need to practice meditation more often and that I have been mistreating my mind. Thats all for now.

The day the Earth stood still. War of the Worlds. 2001: A Space Odyssey Planet of the Apes. The Omega Man. soylent green. West world. Tron. Star man. The Andromeda Strain. Logan's Run. Silent Running. the black hole Extra-Terrestrial robinson crusoe on mars Brainstorm Forbidden Planet Moon Contact Alien Star trek Daryl The explorers Blade runner Predator Total recall The running man Flight of the navigator Robocop First Men in the Moon The Time Machine Escape from New York The Thing Starship Troopers The blob Oblivion Vanilla Sky I, Robot westworld series fallout series Dune The Last Starfighter

Well he just came out praising Alien: Earth. So there's that 'Congratulations to Noah, cast, and team on the massivelyCongratulations to Noah, cast, and team on the massively successful foray into the Alien universe with Alien: Earth. When I created this world almost 50 years ago, I could never have imagined that it would continue to resonate so strongly with audiences around the world decades later. It's particularly exciting to learn that younger generations who are embracing Alien: Earth are going back to our film to see where it all began. The cinematic designs still look sharp 46 years later. Such a clever re-use of the original sets. I bloody drew them personally back in the day. The chamber of computers, Mother's womb, the corridors—it's incredible to see how Noah has embraced these trademark Alien elements while bringing something new for the fans. And as writing is the most challenging part of any production experience, it all follows from there. Noah has kept the beast alive, and dripping scare the hell out of us for some time longer. A big thank you to John Landgraf, his excellent team at FX for all their brilliant work on this new series. Scream away, no one will hear you. successful foray into the Alien universe with Alien: Earth. When I created this world almost 50 years ago, I could never have imagined that it would continue to resonate so strongly with audiences around the world decades later. It's particularly exciting to learn that younger generations who are embracing Alien: Earth are going back to our film to see where it all began. The cinematic designs still look sharp 46 years later. Such a clever re-use of the original sets. I bloody drew them personally back in the day. The chamber of computers, Mother's womb, the corridors—it's incredible to see how Noah has embraced these trademark Alien elements while bringing something new for the fans. And as writing is the most challenging part of any production experience, it all follows from there. Noah has kept the beast alive, and dripping scare the hell out of us for some time longer. A big thank you to John Landgraf, his excellent team at FX for all their brilliant work on this new series. Scream away, no one will hear you.' - Ridley Scott They probably should have kept with the themes of body horror, rape, forced impregnation and violation that the original HR Giger themes revolved around.

Ridley Scott's themes suck. He tries to get all philosophical about it but it just comes off amateurish and ruins what should be a simple Giger monstrosity show. Androids ruined the entire Alien franchise. It should be a show about Xenomorphs and their horrific ancient homeworld. The xenomorph lore and homeworld should be along the lines of the game Scorn. Not generic human hi-tech sci-fi tripe. A proper Alien sequel must involve exploring the lore of the xenomorph homeworld, which is an HR Giger biomechncial horror world where no amount of human technology lets humans survive.

Here is a video essay on alien franchise that outlines several reoccouring themes, a struggle of ego and technology and corporacracy intertwined, though Ridley Scot had his own biblical musings tied in and perhaps giving other vibe and perhaps more depth to his depictions

@DodoI dont trust a man that dosent tear up once when talking about God. Except Bashar cause hes an alien and he cant cry.

Uhhh... Rupert Spira is just sane... He is my favourite nonduality teacher actually. You will get no bs from him. This alien consciousness stuff is bs, its Daryl all him, he's just playing a role... its just his style of teaching, to his audience. Not everyone is for Rupert Spira retreats, and not everyone is for Bashar. They have different type of audience. I am not interested in Bashar talks, not nondual enough 😀 i like someone saying that the knower and the known are made of the same knowing. Im not into solipsism, im into nonduality. Not talking about one mind, but one consciousness. Minds are collection of thoughts perceptions/conceptions [aka movements of consciousness] within consciousness, mind is not consciousness.