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Isn't the "reconceptualization" too alien, dude. The idea of other lives etc doesn't even occur, because other lives means something different at that point. I begged my friend to answer "are you me?" as I was high on DMT. The existence or nonexistence of an internal experience on his end, for some reason, was entirely irrelevant to this question. I don't know why. That has always been the case on psychedelic breakthroughs, which have not matched your first 5-MeO-DMT trip, but serious enough to change my entire worldview. In those states, the thoughts about whether people were all essentially NPCs did not exist. It was entirely irrelevant.

I copy paste this without edit. I had no idea prior to this what "nonduality" was, and had no religious inclination whatsoever. This is exactly as I recorded it and attempted to interpret it without the aid of ANY knowledge gleamed from researching nondual tradition. I found such tradition via searching "monism" after the fact. This was vaped n,n-DMT on the peak of 500ug of acid. --- BLAST OFF It was on my second inhale of DMT using my Mighty vape that it hit the fan. I closed my eyes and experienced a complete out of body trip to heaven with visuals... full color visuals, intricate and detailed. To walk through from the beginning, first of all imagine you are a Matryoshka doll (those Russian doll things). The innermost doll. Well what happened was, my human vessel which was this innermost doll was left down below and I was launched/sucked away from myself and upwards. And as I kept going up it was like outer shells of dolls were shattering as I broke into higher and higher realms of reality. Like going from the smallest doll in the set to the biggest all-encompassing doll. Rather than a tunnel of light going towards heaven, it was more like I was being sucked up from my human self into heaven - I was watching my lower-level-consciousness-selves as I was propelled higher and higher up. The visuals were very vivid and intense, but difficult to explain... It was like I had a collar around my vessel (whatever was being launched up into these planes of reality), and the patterning was on this collar, like perhaps yellow vibrant squares for example (but these weren't just random shapes on the back of my eyelids, these were like, fully lucid visions of an alternate dimension) - and I was being sucked upwards through the middle into higher realms of reality and I'd go up through these layers of visions higher and higher. Until I reached the ultimate reality. I reached heaven. It was not heaven in the sense that it felt blissful or anything. That's the thing, it didn't feel anything, it just WAS. But it was heaven in the sense of being the ultimate reality. When every layer is peeled off that's what's left. I was in heaven. I have visited heaven. I saw spacetime itself form shape: Outside the boundaries of what I was seeing was void - colorless nonexistence. I had wondered what possible layer deeper I could have possibly gone except by dying; but then I realized that dying would not do it - because non-existence does not exist, and it's not possible for anything that exists to NOT exist... "I" or "you" may """die""" (quote unquote) but we will never get to not exist, we will *ALWAYS* exist... I can see where people get ideas about reincarnation... A tree can sprout many leaves - we are the tree... We as in "you" or "I" might THINK we're the leaf, but that's just an illusion, a subsection of the whole which is the tree that we ACTUALLY are. We are all existence, anything that has existed cannot ever NOT exist because non-existence does not exist. WE are existence. WE are spacetime. WE are eternal. WE are all there ever was and all there ever will be; always "were" and always "will be". The alpha and omega. We are unstoppable because we are existence itself. WE are EVERYTHING. ... I also did speak to a divine being or something of that nature but my recollection of that is incredibly scant. I think between my visions through heaven I opened my eyes and spoke to the deity and asked what it wants me to do (I think?) and if it wants me to bring back the experience and tell other people, something along those lines. I don't remember the specifics but definitely something along those lines happened... I saw a large female deity's face across my ceiling briefly, I recall. But the "divine being" did not feel more powerful than me, us, you, WE... That was part of the thing - that everything was one and the same, everything in existence was one. Nothing exists but existence itself. Whatever this presence was, was simply a manifestation of a part of US that was helping facilitate my journey... I in fact felt like I had gone even further *beyond* the realm where this presence existed. Using the tree sprouting leaves analogy, perhaps these presences are like the branches. One step above us "leaves" but a step below the ultimate reality of the tree. I feel like I reached and reunited with the tree. I consider this to be a legitimate religious experience, along the lines of Buddhist/Monistic belief (I never had any religious belief prior to psychedelic use). This was not getting "high" this was literally a religious experience, a deeply earth-shattering spiritual/religious experience. --- Everything that I write since, and everything I have searched for and researched, is due to this trip. Which I now cannot recall experientially aside from perhaps a miniscule memory of visuals, which is also just a vague fascimile. I have never reached that state of being ever again, albeit other trips after were still "enlightening" when not just random alien rave scenes or panic attacks. I never came back from that trip... I've been trying to make sense of it since.

This is correct. However, evolution is a process which favours fitness, and these evolutionary adaptations are thus tuned to fitness, and not to truth. Over time, this results in less truth and more fitness, except in cases where truth and fitness are isomorphic / overlapping. That's the key point here. Sensory data captured from the outside world has never been veridical because the neurological overhead and energy associated with constantly pulling in "truth" is counterproductive for survival. This being the case, the brain has always filtered out almost everything. Its modelling is very likely to be inherently flawed, not just in terms of its biological structure but in terms of its ongoing activity. This next part is a leap, but it's my working theory: I would say that when the brain is on DMT, the increase in cortical error recognition is a sign that a veil has indeed been lifted, and that the brain is suddenly recognising that the world it thought to be real was in fact just a pale imitation of the world tuned to fitness. This would not feel so intuitively correct if the DMT realm had little cohesion about it, but as we know, people experience broadly the same thing: a crystalline and supremely technically sophisticated alien world that "feels more real than real". That is, more real than regular waking reality, and teaming with entities that seem excited to see you and keen to communicate with you.

Yes... it's quite speculative. As a fan of intuition though, I reckon there's something to it. If its true that the DMT realm - a crystalline, hyperdimensional, hyper-intelligent alien world teaming with curious and playful alien life - is in any sense real and is simply veiled from "regular" consciousness by the activity of serotonin... as certainly seems to be case, then the implications are fairly immense.

Until you meet an alien, it's just hearsay. And even if you meet an alien, anything they tell you will just be more hearsay. Focus on direct experience.

Something tells me this thread won’t last long! Theories like this always strike me as a confusion of metaphorical and literal reality. The elites are space alien reptiles is absurd taken literally, but it makes a bit of sense metaphorically: they are above us and have different interests to us (space), they serve their own in-group interest over the interest of the people under them (aliens) and they are cold-blooded and ruthless in the pursuit of their own self-interest (reptiles). I can believe that the people you mention are massively negatively-oriented because how else could they lord over such a negatively-oriented world? Doesn’t mean they are aliens, though! Can’t you be an evil human?

Pilot - The Living Ark - a first wish - finding prima materia - The Bioship of Planet Earth She's taking her time making up the reasons To justify all the hurt inside Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one They're saying Mama never loved her much And daddy never keeps in touch That's why she shies away from human affection But somewhere in a private place She packs her bags for outer space And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot To come (and she'll say to him) She's saying: Back in early 2020, I started my first project with the prima materia - and around that time felt that I should design my next life. This was before I decided that I didn't want to come back here for quite some time and it was before I had fallen too far to be able to make this a reality. Around that time, I was communicating with alien beings/souls/machine elves, whatever you want to call them and had decided that due to a childhood of trying to get back into the sky, that I would pilot an ark; something that would carry within it the soul of the planet, extracted, and that frozen vials of what life the planet contained would be kept in a library of sorts. The belly of the ship would contain an ecosystem within it large enough to house a great many animals, trees, a lake and the rest of the humans that were alive during this apocalyptic time. I would fly you to the moon and back If you'll be if you'll be my baby Got a ticket for a world where We belong So would you be my baby Ooh-ooh I wanted to build a bioship, one that was capable of pulling out the soul of the Earth, the goddess up from the ground at the very last minute and was to be put into the ship as the soul and pilot - a human could sit in the seat and would become connected with the ship itself. I wanted it to have a sacred hum - the lullaby of the goddess herself. I realized around that time that you could observe nature and it would tell you things - I learned that we are the blooms of the Earth, meant to colonize other worlds - to bring with us the seeds of life, and that there was extra-terrestrial life right under our noses, waiting to initiate us when we were ready. I learned that these blooms come from the flowers, the trees, the plants themselves. That we are like a virus, created to build what is needed to continue growth in other areas of the cosmos. I learned that the city of Atlantis was nothing more than a mycelium network - that we are run and controlled by the very earth itself. I learned that the earth contains so much information within it and that the soul of the planet is essential. I wanted to be one of the ones who oversaw the production and flight of the ship. The soul of my bioship - a mother tree, and below, a visual on how this process is accomplished. She can't remember a time When she felt needed If love was red then she was colour-blind All her friends they've been tried for treason And crimes that were never defined She's saying Love is like a barren place And reaching out for human faith is Is like a journey I just don't have a map for So baby gonna take a dive and push the shift to overdrive Send a signal that she's hanging all her hopes on the stars (What a pleasant dream) just saying I grew sicker around that time, and was feeling embarrassed about my project. I started to chew at the roots of the world tree in anger, due to misinformation. I wanted to cut myself out of the picture altogether, and did so by going into a trance state, and similarly to what I had done when I jumped over the masculine wave, I envisioned myself cutting at the ropes that held me tightly in connection with my soul family. Where were they when I needed them? I called out to them to fix this disease, but all that I was given was more questions than answers. Ratatoskr had done his job well. The misinformation caused a ruckus and I sought to destroy the future of the ark and start over. Eventually, I deleted the journal and nothing came of it. I would fly you to the moon and back If you'll be if you'll be my baby Got a ticket for a world where We belong So would you be my baby Ooh-ooh I don't want to die alone. That's the jist. And yet, I do. I want to die alone into another; I feel... if I follow these previous worlds to their end, I will find therein what I was looking for all along. As a service to self entity, I seek multiplicity instead of the singularity of being God - I would rather live within a pantheon, a hierarchy. I failed this test and remember so little about what I had learned from it... I would fly you to the moon and back If you'll be if you'll be my baby Got a ticket for a world where We belong So would you be my baby Ooh-ooh I learned if we ever want to advance technologically, that we need to bring the spirit of the earth into the picture or our endeavors will fail. Nature creates perfection, and to move away from it is destruction. When these realizations hit, I had let everything go for a time and could see within the blackened earth from above, our little neuron cities, that it's a map towards truth - to view such things with fresh eyes allows God to come in through your not knowing. I was so high up, all I could think about was carrying within my heart for all children to be free from abuse. I felt as though this would be what saves humanity - I felt that I needed to carry this paradigm with me until I died - and it felt as though that could be any day. This was the all encompassing point of view that would save the souls of mankind. It was a point of view that got dragged down, that I allowed this to happen because I was being bullied offsite and I took it to heart because I looked up to those two people and couldn't understand why they were abusing me in my time of need. I learned that in order to maintain your creativity, you can't let people get to you, the best you can do is focus on the death door, to recognize that time here is short and that you have to carry the best of yourself in your heart because you cocreate what happens in the next world. This was before I met You... Mamma never loved her much And daddy never keeps in touch That's why she shies away from human affection But somewhere in a private place She packs her bags for outer space And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot To come (and she'll say to him) She's saying...

My first thought was Bashar al-Assad, but then I remembered the alien "channeler" guy.

Yes but I never extracted myself. The dimensions and visions are meaningless. There is something else. I can tell you that in a lot of the experiences my body was taken out of me completely, but this moreso accounts for the sense of "infinite consciousness" (this is what happens when your mind no longer has anything to anchor its sense of awareness to). I can explain that perfectly. There was one trip which had some bizarre possible symbolism, where I found myself in an empty classroom with an empty chalkboard. IIRC I guessed it was symbolic of the fact there was no teacher but myself. So that was cool..... And there was a moment where it stopped being frantic and was SUPER calm, with these folding patterns that reminded me of the necronomicon cover, and I was then very present and serene. Then it went back to madness. Maybe that is the sort of thing that interests you. But the things I mean when I say incomprehensible, it is very visceral. It's a perspective shift and mental shift that is entirely alien and new. Or the psychedelic noise becomes SOOOOOO intense you can't process it. E.g. the patterns are SO intense that you can't even really see them, your mind is too overloaded. Looking back at some experiences, for example, there was almost no vision shift at all, yet I was rendered screaming, crying, begging. I even had literal PTSD symptoms. I would pass out into flashbacks then come to and look around for the drug paraphernalia, and see I hadn't done drugs at all. It was very severe and I suffered aftermath from that for 2 weeks straight, then periodically in nightmares for many many months after. This was NOT any visionary stuff OR thoughts or even emotions as such (the panic attack was a result OF the shift), it was PURELY a state change, I can't explain it without making up theories about what it was like. But it can get that way.

Popularity has more to do with the heavenly realms bleeding through than anything else. At that point I'm seeing 'higher beings' and it is bleeding through into reality. There are strange, alien circumstances of intimacy. Like a huge orgy, only no sex (only with adults). Everyone is popular. It's just that I'm radiating an energy that results in intimacy.

Didn't know you were into jazz fusion, awesome! As far as guitar goes I think Alan Holdsworth is perhaps the most alien player ever. Personally I prefer players that are more like Guthrie though, I think the conventional stuff offers a nice context for the more out there stuff while Holdsworth is more out there all the time. With that being said Holdsworth is a monster. I would say Cory Henry of Snarky Puppy(whom I've seen live). Check out Lingus for a killer solo. He's a keyboard/organ player. Absolutely insane player. There are so many insane solos from him on YouTube. Another one that comes to mind is John Coltrane (his solos in A Love Supreme.. they just get better and better, are super innovative and unconventional). Saxophone master. Honourable mention for me is Jeff Beck, guitarist with very unique style(solo 2:56): https://youtu.be/VC02wGj5gPw But as far as guitar goes Scott Henderson(whom I've also seen live with his trio) is my candidate(solo starts 4:30, amps up 5:27), he has his own unique style:

Life has become empty for me. Some years ago I was focusing only on spirituality, and when I look back I was probably on the verge of going crazy, at least according to what is perceived as normal. I was desperately trying to achieve a state of total universal emersion, like trying to merge 3D reality into fluid like infinite energy, total oneness. I could sort of do this sober, but when I smoked weed it really amplified "my" ability to do that. It made me so alien from others though. My friends just smoked to listen to music and watch silly videos and stuff, but while I was listening to the same music I could literally hear God speaking through all of the musicians and I saw God playing these human characters in the silly videos... Now it is 2 years later and I haven't smoked in probably a year or so. I've lost all of those childhood friends, my closest and only friends. I'm empty now. Like life has no spirit anymore, the mystery isn't there. I've listened to all the videos of Jim Newman, Tony Parsons and others likeminded for years. In my early years of spiritual seeking I listened to Eckhart Tolle, then moved to Adyashanti, Rupert Spira, Mooji and like-minded "Guru's" but when they didn't lead me anywhere I moved to Jim newman and Tony parsons. Let's just call it Tony Parsons message. There is no after Tony Parsons message, it totally destroys the joy of seeking truth, it just leaves you seeking without any hope of finding, but you're still seeking. "This is it" is the worst message ever. Like how can this be it? Are we just doomed to this human existences where we have to play this human game? If I had the energy to be pissed I would. I would be pissed that I'm controlled by this monkey body and brain, living in a society of nothing more than other human monkeys playing the same game as every other animal, just more advanced. I WANT FOOD, I WANT SEX WITH GIRL, I WANT TO BE HIGH STATUS SO I CAN GET MORE STATUS, MORE GIRLS, MORE FOOD, OOGA BOOGA insert happy monkey sound. The longing to transcend all of this crap is strong, but the hope to do that has been stolen from me, because "This is it." I feel like an alien, trapped in a human body with its overpowering natural desires to replicate and eat.

Thats true. And that's why I said a radically different state of consciousness is required to recognize the beauty and perfection in what we call evil. Don't get me wrong..reality would be a HELL of a lot better...no pun intended. Crime would be nearly gone, war would be a thing of the past.... That would be a much more conscious, turquoise society, far more advanced - with Love/Pure Consciousness as its focal point. Though not without its imperfections, it would be much like that highly advanced alien society you imagine is out there somewhere - or humanity in 1000 years.

Thanks for the link, I see all of this is very alien to psychedelic trips, as there is a lot of specific terminologies I don't understand, and specific pathways that are not in line with drug trips (since drug trips don't follow any specific order). A DMT breakthrough will cause something that to me sounds like the result of what is described there. Leo's descriptors of his experiences are ofc more in line with what is familiar to me as he just does a bunch of drugs.

I was raised Hindu from birth. And I will share a few things about my relationship with this religion and how it shaped my personality. The way in which I became a Hindu is by far the most common: by birth. What make it usual are my race and nationality:Indian. The house in which I grew up was much like a Hindu temple in many ways, with thirty-six Murtis of the Gods and Goddesses filling almost every room. Every morning my priestess-like mother worshipped each of them with Sanskrit Mantras and Aarti, and I ate the Prasadam of the offerings for breakfast. Throughout my childhood I learned the Pujas from her and came to love performing them myself. When I went to school or almost anywhere else outside of home, it felt like stepping into an alien realm. No one else shared this pervasively spiritual world of loving, colorful deities, incense, and Mantras that filled my house. In my early childhood, Hinduism (a term I hadn’t even heard; we used “Sanatana Dharma”) was a tradition of home, not community. But when I felt lonely or scared – in the dentist’s chair perhaps, or most dramatically when I nearly died of appendicitis – I mentally called on Krishna, and i felt comfort enter my heart, giving me something to cling to. Then I decided to abandon all religions and all dogma and seek truth .that was before I discovered Leo and actualized.org. I wanted actual truth .but I didn't know what I was getting myself into . The more I did spiritual work and contemplating the more my reality started to fall apart . And now I'm stuck in a toxic skeptical mode .where I Don't even know what's the truth anymore . And I'm very confused as to what life choices should I take. I have thoughts in my mind that Convinced me that my entire life was a lie/misunderstood experience, that the people I know aren't who I think they are and that reality isn't what it seems. And that I'm being stuck at the center of a grand joke/conspiracy. I was totally ungrounded and caught up in my life at the time so these thoughts weren't easy to understand. I had to convince myself after the fact that what I thought I learned wasn't real because it was absolutely traumatizing to my young self... This is basically my biggest fear .that my whole life is an illusion. That life is a dream .and death is waking up. And the sad part is I verified that is true in my recent awakening. Now I wish that all the spiritual path that I walked until now is nonsense .

@Thought Art Compassion for the victims, the shooters, and the polarization that this gun culture is in the USA, which is more a stage turquoise value, where spirituality is more valued. funny feelings in your chest, also called love. In tier 2, which comprises a small group and a small percentage of individuals, at that level, they are deeply aware of the depth and complexity of fixing a problem, like gun culture of America, at least vastly aware of it than those in the lower stages, who are not aware of this complexity and depth of the issue. The gulf of understanding and awareness between tier 1 to 2 is like that of a pond to an ocean, that vast and alien.

You were tripping tbh dude, Connor Murphy thought he was an alien sent to Earth to spread the gospel. Most of the tangible "ideas" are not that reliable. I've tripped in excess of 100 times easily, never felt love ever. Barely ever feel it in sober life either. It never arises so it's never part of my "insights"... The spontaneity of creation seems right... I've been able to "will" things on DMT, but I think perhaps it may be the inverse of what causes deja vu. Deja vu is when your conscious mind lags a bit out of sync, creating the sensation it's happened before because you already registered what you are aware of now. It's just a tiny lag... And when for example I decide to "will" Marge Simpson's hair into a trip (yes, I was high, it happens) that might be the reverse where there is perfect sync. So the """desire""" for a thing (which is ofc really just a thought) happens totally in sync and simultaneously with the conscious mind's rendering of it, giving a sense that it has been chosen... But before I "wanted" to make Marge's hair appear, there wasn't a moment of choosing for that want to appear... I suspect there isn't actually will, just unfurling. Infinity is out of control, which makes sense really. Borders are what gives things stability. No borders is chaos.

Image gallery Over the weekend I assembled and tested an emesh vaporizer for use with n,n-DMT. Atomizer: Mesh Pro RDA from wish Mod: Paranormal DNA 250C Mesh: .43 ohm 400 mesh sheet cut to ~39mm Settings: SS316 20W 206°C Dose: 30mg Setting: A cool and gray Saturday morning on the couch in my living room. Birds singing outside. Set: Relaxed, curious, open, and committed. I loaded 30mg in a small pile on the mesh and fired it. In a brief puff of smoke all of the DMT was wicked into the mesh. I was shocked at how quickly and efficiently this took place. No spattering or dripping. Placing the cap on the atomizer, I spent a moment connecting with my breath and my intention. "Whatever you have to show me, I'm ready" I raised the vaporizer to my mouth, fired it, and inhaled. It was the fastest psychedelic dissolution I have ever experienced. There were none of the typical markers of a DMT come up: No tunnel of blooming fractals, no alien alphabet, no parting veil. No intermediary anything. I was immediately deposited into a rolling shifting 4D landscape that was made of meaning. I was "inside of" ideas, emotions, people, memories, and objects, all illuminated with a kind of gentle pastel glow. A kind of hushed telepathy calmed and reassured me, so that I could listen and pay attention: "This is what life is. You are everything, you are experiencing yourself from the inside out. Life is perfect, it is your creation. Relax. It's okay. It's just like this." The overall sensory impression was like being under a white sheet and cuddling with all of creation. The transforming topography of that space would coalesce into limbs, which would then lovingly caress me. Then the limbs would part to reveal concepts and scenes either dreamt or forgotten. It was exhilarating, astonishing, yet also natural. Peaceful. Over the course of 10 minutes the scene lost coherence, giving way to subtle and diminishing soft closed eye visuals. "Thank you." I said. "Thank you." This experience absolutely took my breath away. I was still experiencing some mild open eye visuals, and sat in peaceful no-mind meditation for a few minutes as the effects drew to a close. It left me shaking as strong tryptamines often do. I spent the rest of the morning and afternoon drinking an immaculately aged Taiwanese oolong and finishing a DMT extraction for a friend. This was a 10/10 experience from a technical standpoint. People in the community report that this route of administration can require a lot of tinkering, so I'm grateful that it went well right off the bat. This method completely takes the user's experience level out of the equation in regards to proper inhalation etc. Thanks for reading. I'm open to questions about the experience or technical questions regarding setup etc.

This is popping up a lot nowadays and I can't quite put my finger on this. I feel like this talking point about freedom of speech is commonly used to deflect from all of the misinformation and conspiracy theories being spread by the right wing so they can whip up a culture war and obscure the truth further by hiding behind the false pretense of freedom. This seems like a very annoying talking point to challenge because it is simplistic, dogmatic, and absolutistic. It leads to various straw mans such as "you are censoring me" "I have as much of a right to speech as you do" and other nonsensical arguments. This seems like such a stupid distraction from challenging incorrect statements. It is not about silencing you, it is about deprogramming lies. This talking point is designed to shut down reasonable counter arguments through a straw man of "attacking my rights." This is kind of like the "America first" pseudo moral argument for turning refugees away among other short sighted dogmatic positions to undermine globalization, racial equality, and more. It is almost like a pseudo moral argument for somebody harassing you, calling you the n word, spreading slander, and inciting panic. The freedom of speech talking point is like a false front of genuine concern over censorship in order to enable explicit racism, hatred, bigotry, through falsely equating it to all forms of civil speech, thus normalizing blatant lies, hate speech, and alt right ideologies which would allow the Republican party to maintain power by pandering to these hate groups. It seems like one of those fake moral panics like critical race theory, Dr. Seuss books, trans gender pedophiles, Satanists, the commies, the illegal alien pedophiles, and more. Freedom of speech is just the most prevalent and stubborn pseudo moral panic that the Republican party is pushing. I can't see this game being sustainable for the Republican party because by making the hatred of its base more explicit, it will only further radicalize the popular support against them. They already struggle with the popular vote constantly, and they must pander to a hateful minority in order to keep power which can't be good for them long term, especially considering all the other unsustainable tactics they use to maintain tyranny of the minority. The idea that the left is pushing an Orwellian ideology to destroy America seems completely overblown utterly ridiculous as the Republican party desperately struggles to survive its low information, racist and bigoted base through crusading against social media and creating widespread moral panic out of thin air. How would you try to put what conservatives are doing with this talking point into words?

I've reached out to Alien "me's" and I got the message from the higher self, I am you. Still don't really get it, though, and solipsism isn't my thing - I still feel like a bubble amongst other bubbles, but not as being the entire soup. I can feel other's bubbles around me - as their own ""Godheads"" - but they all feel like they are moving towards one centralized space. This was the message, I have clairaudience and can hear messages and consciousness and beings in music. This one happened back in 2018 when I was dancing in a very present state, I just moved with whatever felt right in my body and then this song came on and I could "hear" my higher self - but it felt very "alien".

You're still not getting it. Yes, you are all there is. You can verify it and see all of infinity within you. But that says nothing about the potential for alien yous to exist. You have no way to reach out to them, as you can never leave your own self.

The highest levels of consciousness I have reached have made regular functioning practically impossible. Some examples: Usually I completely disidentify as the human body which makes movement extremely hard because I cant comprehend why I would even try to survive. Other times I dont even know if I have my eyes open or closed, because I collapse that duality, so I cannot distinguish between the two supposedly separate states. At other times all of symbolic language collapses, alongside the illusion of memory, and everything becomes meaningless, so reading any symbols will be like reading an alien language. Or I get into a state where I see the Truth so clearly that I am having difficulty sustaining breathing alone due to the amount of euphoria accompanying the realization of Truth. You can probably reach a relatively higher state of consciousness while still retaining your normal abilities of survival, perhaps even enhancing them, but at the highest levels it almost always makes it impossible to act in a normal way.

They live - Those magic sunglasses that negate the TV signal that alters our perception... Dark City - Alien run experiment that puts humans in different lives and identities Devs - Mini series about quantum computers, singularity, quantum mechanics, parallel universes Flatland - How 2d beings perceive reality Instinct (1999)- Professor ditches the games of human society and goes to the jungle, lives with gorillas, but humans do not let him be... Pi (1998) - Explores themes of religion, mysticism, and the relationship of the universe to mathematics In-shadow - Animated short film. Embark on a visionary journey through the fragmented unconscious of our modern times

Holy shit. I swear I just stared into the eyes of an alien or supernatural creature. Not okay. I was not ready for that.

@jake473 Hey thanks for responding and sorry for the late response back. I haven't checked into the forum for a while, but I'm glad I did. Happy to hear you're on a road back and massive props to making it such a commitment. Thanks for the resources and the new angles I can tackle my situation from! I've had a very sedentary lifestyle ever since my early teen years. I did some exercise here and there, actually running as well (which I eventually quit because I kept getting calf issues). The issues became noticeable literally from one moment to the other and developed after that. I've had horrible posture basically always and to add that to the sedentary lifestyle was probably the origins. I currently work a VERY active job but whenever I'm free I'm basically behind a computer. I've had many examinations of my body to find the problems and basically two things came out of it: one was lack of abdominal strength and the other was the fascia. I did get some tips at the time but couldn't really follow them up since it involved the gym which was closed at that time due to the corona. I'm currently working on the ab strength which is a slow process and tbh I have no idea what I'm doing. The fascia thing, I have no idea where to start. I haven't found anything that noticeably made a difference in the symptoms so it's just doing stuff in hopes of noticing an effect at some point. I think I remember the PT telling me to basically need full body stretches but again, no idea where to start. Hearing your process is scary to me as you seem to go focused and deep into the exercises. I find it incredibly difficult to notice what I'm doing during the exercises. I don't have a clue whether or not I'm doing them correctly, which muscles I use, I don't really feel them and I often notice other issues after the exercises. I'm so unaware of what's going on in and with my body that I don't notice what I'm doing. So being this precise and aware seems kinda alien to me. Cheers, thanks a lot and keep going!