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You should listen to some Terence McKenna, talking about his (psychedelic) experiences with The Mushroom. He seemed pretty convinced it was something on the order of an alien intelligence.

"I dont remember" is a thought. You see: this (enlightenment, truth) is SO hilariously obvious that your mind constantly will reject it. It's like you've been looking for hay in a haystack your whole life, and a dude comes over to you and says 'hey, the hay you're looking for, you got it bro, it's right here' ... Of course you will reject it/him, because if you admitted it to yourself that you've been swimming in hay your whole life while looking for hay, well, that would be extremely, out-of-this-world embarrassing, right? So your mind comes up with all kind of excuses and all kind of imaginary problems. "oh this is not hay, I'm looking for real hay" ... "Oh, well i forgot what i was looking for but it surely can't be hay then!" .. etc. Or - you could say it's like looking for your dear pair of glasses your whole life, never finding them, because you forgot you had them on. "I don't remember. I only remember this life." I asked you a very very simple question (have you ever experienced unconsciousness/deep sleep?), and your mind didn't like the simplicity of it, so it conjured up some imaginary issues: "I don't remember, I only remember this life"... Well, dude, your whole life is nothing other than memories. So there is that. Let's say we erased all of your memories, even your ability to form both short- and long-term memories, what would then 'be' ??? Pure being, pure consciousness, not even able to ask questions, not even able to reflect, to regret, to worry. Just 'pure being' without the illusory sense of time (past and future). Now, it IS possible to sober 'grasp' 'pure being' (truth, reality) while still retaining the ability to form memories. This requires complete surrender though, an extreme almost non/super-human 'ability' to 'disidentify' & completely and absolutely 'let go' every day, every hour, every minute, every second. ... And if you can do that, you're infinite, liberated, at peace, calm, in the now, fully present, detached but 'immersed in consciousness itself' *without* clinging, tension, contraction, ego, worry... ... The point is, javfly, that your life IS memories: i.e. a story your unconscious mind conjures up for you (conscious self) every day you wake up from bed. It doesn't matter if it is a true or false story, that is completely irrelevant; the point is that 'you' (as a self) & 'time' & 'opposites' (i.e. good, bad, self, other, life death) ONLY (seem to) exist BECAUSE you are so hilariously ATTACHED (identified) with 'your memories'. So let me ask you again: have YOU (the innermost experience of being YOU) EVER 'experienced' "unconsciousness/deep sleep" , -- yes or no ?? Or let me ask you in another way: If you *did* remember the experience of 'unconsciousness/deep sleep' would that experience then not be a *conscious* experience ?? If you *did* clearly remember the experience of 'earlier lives' would those experiences then not be a *conscious* experience AND a part of what you now -- selfishly, ignorantly -- 'define' as 'my life' ?? ?????❤️??️?????? What is 'material reality' ?? Like for fucking real, what the fuck (:D) do you mean when you say 'material reality' ?? We have to be really really nitty gritty and careful here. Isn't 'material reality' just a concept appearing NOW *as* 'conscious experience' ?? I mean, if you were to show me this 'material reality' of yours, what would you do? Take me into the Himalayas to show me the mountains? Fly me into space to show me the ?, the Solar System? Or perhaps drive me down town to New York's scientific museum to show me pictures of atoms and mathematical graphs of electrons' orbitals? Wouldn't all of these examples be '*conscious(ness)* experiences' ?? Or let's say your "monkey-survival-brain-conceptual-addicted-to-thinking-limited-mind" (the same "I got") 'takes up the challenge' and replies with a conceptual answer like: "oh, duh hippie, with 'material reality' I just mean fucking *reality*: this 'physical world' you & I are (seem to be) 'stuck in', are experiencing daily, you know, *matter*: other human bodies, sunlight, trees, buildings, cells, brains, molecules, physical laws, atoms, quarks, electrons, positions, matter(!) " ... - well, then 'that' is what 'you believe' reality to be: a concept..., and while you were writing it, were you conscious?, - while I was reading it, was I conscious? ... ????????????? Maybe you believe/identify to much in/with 'thoughts' ... maybe... ???️??☀️ All I see here is just more concepts, more guesses, more thinking, more beliefs, more identifying, more worrying, more attachment, more clinging, more seeking, more thoughts, more identifying, more dissatisfaction, more language-games. However, if you like playing these games, be my guest and play on ? . I think I said what I wanted to say to you. ? Now I gotta go pick up my imaginary body/dream-character (Thomas, a wave in The Ocean ?), which is then (if all goes according to my selfish plan) going to pick up Thomas' imaginary bike at the mechanic, drive it to the imaginary barber, then I'll get a nice, neat, sexy haircut for my dream-character, then go watch the imaginary football country, Denmark, beat the devil out of England at my conceptual best friend's café, then go dance as a psychopath to a lot of loud electronic music outside in Copenhagen inner city on 15 mg 2C-B, then hopefully kiss a lot of imaginary young women, laugh a ton, drink a few beers, smoke some imaginary harmful cigarettes/joints, and then perhaps go to bed early next morning, ... - and then the Sun will, hopefully, rise again tomorrow (we never know, some imaginary advanced alien civilization may fuck us imaginary humans over by extinguishing our imaginary Sun while we sleep) - in short: another day comes. Cheers. tldr; Have you ever experienced unconsciousness? Have you ever experienced anything other than consciousness/experience? Stupid/intelligent questions with obvious answers. ????

Leaving my house a few more times, visiting different places, socialising a bit, I realise how ignorant and limited I still am. The connotations of that isn't the way to put it, and in fact it would be an error. I have a hidden or implicit belief that I am still a child who doesn't have a valid or worthwhile perspective on things, and so that is not what I mean at all by ignorance. ^^This is the key error you've made before. My ignorance comes in how I relate to the world, what fears and beliefs have shaped me and define me. I have a problem interfacing with the world, {especially in regard to "normies"} . And I've just buried that problem and ignored it by shutting myself in. I shan't shut myself in, but neither am I to fall into my old patterns. That is the supposed or apparent double bind of mine. Perhaps the purpose of being a borderline shut in for so many months was for me to have a break, and then be presented the option to choose differently when the situation arises again. Who knows, that's all just narrative. _ _ Get clarity on this. The strangest and silliest of things bind your identity, neurotic self-consciousness and behaviour with others. Take hold of this and realise this, see it. This might seemingly go deep in life story, at least as far as the narratives and images that come up. Another thread to realise is how you struggle to interact with a world which seems so alien.... Look out for differentiable threads that get tangled and mixed up together. _ _ _ Part of me still wishes I had it in me to commit suicide. It seems the only reason I could do that is to deny or escape reality. I would leave a note saying "Sorry I did this, I just couldn't accept or acknowledge reality". I'd rather live in the world of fantasy, anime and music. But what's a niggger to do, I'm here in reality aren't I... Feeling some dimensions of emotion today. In a good way. My life is a joke, can someone just pull the plug already. My arms are crossed and I'm pouting like an angry toddler. Having the impression that I was wearing clown makeup the entire time makes me angry. Mhhhhhhhhh I'm so fucking angry. Alright I'm angry. Now what. NOW WHAT. ANYONE. SOMEONE. KILL ME [Had to hide a post because it wasn't me who wrote it and I didn't get much value from it just pasting and looking at it here. Sleepy af, thinking that rereading that post mattered, thinking that altering and edited it mattered for future reflections. I'm a massive fraud and liar. No that's not it exactly. I was trapped in fantasy land, where I wanted to pretend I have certain qualities of intelligence or sacred powers that I don't have. Or I thought that by ruminating over and (trying to, as well as, ) plagiarising brilliance/genius I would get closer to that point ]** But boy oh boy is it a narrative that the cost will be paid. Or maybe realistic cause and effect. Who knows. Does the criticism "your rhetoric detectors are too overtuned" land or resonate? Not really. Actually, maybe kinda someone could say. I'm fast to dismiss things? **Remember this point if you ever get into writing or reading properly. You can't copy and regurgitate. Even emulation should be done with caution.

@Emerald hahahah, that made me laugh. God bless your heart. I know but I'm learning. It is amazing how sturdy they hold onto their paradigm. This is why I never talk about out of female paradigm stuff to females. It is just alien language to them. They really have to grow some cock and balls (and try to pickup women) and try to be a guy for couple of weeks to understand us. So I really don't blame them.

(My short story, painting by Patrick Jeremy McCollum) That Time We Drove Through New Mexico It took me an hour to realize we were completely lost, and it took Rick another to admit it. In our defense, driving through New Mexico was like one orange mesa after the next, and the tumbleweeds catapulting toward our pristine rental were rather distracting (to Rick at least, I was busy keeping score. It was worth ten points when one exploded in the grill, sending him into an acute tizzy.) Men are strange, I found, driving through a barren dessert with one. God… he was practically a stranger… but you know, young love… Finally, we pulled into a gas station on the left, leaving behind a cloud of red dust in Rick's furious and abrupt parking (he then panicked because he didn't realize it would do that.) We had lost signal a few miles past Roswell, and just prayed they might have internet here. At least then we could get our bearings, and Rick could obsessively detail the car after fueling up. It was half past noon, and blaring hot; and the huge white arrow out front promised ice cream and hot dogs. The store seemed smaller than it looked on the outside, but every nook and cranny crammed to the top with souvenirs, camping equipment and basic supplies. Rick argued with the attendant about the lack of WiFi, as I sauntered off towards the ice cream bar, a bit mortified to hear the older gentleman attendant ask, "You do have a map in your car, right?" Rick got very quiet and suddenly joined me for ice cream with a large state map tucked under an arm. "Have you seen this thing?" he asked, throwing it down on a small table to claim a spot (despite the empty store.) "I'm gonna need Google just to decipher it." I got two scoops of mint chocolate chip; Rick, a chili dog. He crinkled his nose in disgust before attempting a bite, and complained about the price of a soda. Rolling my eyes had become a regular thing since we started this trip, and I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that. Rick was a good guy, definitely. But he nitpicked every little thing, and I swore if he said one more negative quip I would march straight out and kick the car. Then he did something cute, and I laughed and forgot what I was thinking about. We unfolded the map and after a few minutes failing to find our position on it, I volunteered to walk up to the attendant and ask him to mark the spot. The man's peppery moustache flopped with an obvious chuckle, but he was nice and drew a red circle around the gas station's icon; then Rick and I scoured the map for clues about where we turned wrong. With a fairly decent idea of where to go, we thanked the attendant and walked out to the car. Pink clouds rolled over the distant hills and the horizon looked like melted butter, reminding me that I never actually ate anything. Was the sun setting already? How long were we here? I tried to piece together all we had done since stopping in, but Rick began grumbling loudly about some scratches on the driver's tire rim-- until I walked over and rubbed it off with a bit of spit and elbow grease. He apologized and reminded me how stressed out he was, and of course I understood since we've now apparently lost half a day to a gas station. We agreed to just get on the road and to our next motel peacefully and as soon as possible. And then it happened, a sudden and bright flash of light-- brighter than the molten sun dropping to its Earthly grave. We were both halfway into the car and then drawn back out slowly, in pure awe (or terror, if there's a difference.) I'm telling you, the sky split right open. Like a lightning bolt tore straight through it and ripped it apart. -- "Are you sure?" -- "Well, no, that does sound a bit extreme, doesn't it?" I chuckle. "No, what we saw was a flying saucer. Yeah, it was metallic and so shiny it was almost invisible, but we could see it clear as day. It zipped up and down, and then out towards the nearest mesa. Hope it didn’t get lost." I chuckle again. -- "And then you spend the rest of your life searching for answers..." -- "Yes, That's right. I married Rick, go figure, and he raised two wonderful children while I pursued a doctorate in Biology. He was my rock." I feel like smiling, and I do, I think. My eyes are closed and I can't really feel my face. -- "And then you went on to become an astronaut, and a leading pioneer to the first Mars colony." -- "Yes, that's right. After what we saw, I never gave up the search for the beyond. Poor Rick never got to see me land on the red planet. He passed before I even accepted the mission." I am suddenly overwhelmed, as if a lifetime of love for a man is converging into this very moment, and only now can I truly mourn his loss. Plus, it turned out his retentive ways rubbed off on me, and AmazoNASA absolutely requires attention to detail. Now I feel like smiling again. Why can't I feel my face? -- "It's clear you are stirring awake, Julie. Go ahead and open your eyes." I do, and see that I am laying down on a white table. I wince in the flood of lights above me; but as my eyes adjust, the lights appear to be patterned like an intricate mandala. You know, like in one of those adult coloring books. "Where am I?" I ask, groggy and confused. I can only move my eyes, and whoever else is speaking is just out of sight. "You are here," they reply. Come to think of it, the voice sounds a lot like Rick's. "That’s all you must know for now. So please, let's continue. Tell me about when you got to Mars." "Well, it went better than expected, really. With the invention of nano-shielding, we were able to build quickly and safely. I had a hand in the bio-farms, studying microbes, and--- No! I'm not saying anymore until you tell me where I am and why I'm here!" "Oh, you silly, wonderful human. You've answered yourself in your very question. You are Here, of course. And as for the why… I feel a touch on my hand-- a soft caress across my thumb, just like Rick would. Suddenly the paralysis lifts and I sit up to face him. He looks young, like when we drove through New Mexico so long ago. Instantly, I know that "you're not him." "No, I'm not," he replies, smiling. "How very perceptive you are. I speak on behalf of a collective known as the Buh'ni. You, Julie, have been collected for replication." "Replication?" I echo with a gasp, unable to shake the idea that I'd been abducted by some alien race of humanoid bunnies for 'replication.' And you know what they say about rabbits… Not-Rick begins to adopt some rather bunny-like appearances. Once he notices the long floppy ears, he chuckles and caresses my hand under his fluffy chin. "No, I said the Buh'ni collective." He laughs merrily. "Though what you see here is due to a perception overlay, it's impossible for you to see me as I truly am." "And what do you want with me?" I ask, fully aware that I am either dreaming, accidentally tripping balls, or that I must have died in my sleep. "I daresay it’s the latter," bunny-Rick replied, "oh, sorry. You didn’t say that part out loud, did you?" Another gasp-- "So I'm dead?" "Oh yes, very much so. But rejoice! As I've said, you've been collected for replication. The collective is always on the hunt for unique leaders. We travel the spheres searching for people like you." "So, you're going to what, copy me? Upload me into some mechanical replica to live again?" I'm not exactly resistant to the idea of a new life…but I've seen all the movies, I know how this stuff goes. "Something like that," the man (or whatever) replies with a smile. He now is beginning to look like my father (or my brother, it's hard to tell.) "Our species knows the value of strong leadership, and we are open to all methods of retrieval. And when we don't find one, we farm them." "Farm them?" I ask, looking around for any exits, just in case. It looks like your typical alien exam room, give or take a few probes and ray guns. There's a door over on my left, then a corridor leading away to the right and out of sight. But it's hard to trust anything I see. I mean, if this strange shapeshifting entity over here is just a visual overlay, how much of this room is an overlay as well? "Ah, no need to worry about that now," the entity replies with a firm wave of the hand. "Anyway, your physical body is expiring, along with its use. But in a way, you will be reborn and live forever as an honored citizen of my people. Now rejoice and be merry, for your resurrection is at hand!" I suddenly feel quite drowsy and lay back down. I can't go for the exit even if I want… the paralysis is returning, and it is getting hard to think clearly. "I don’t want to go back to sleep," I say, though this body seems to act otherwise. "I am so very sorry, Julie. But you must. Replication is a very long and intricate process, and we've merely begun. When you dream, know that you are being processed. And if you happen to wake up again, I'll tell you anything you'd like to know. Now before we part, do you have one last question?" It's even harder to think-- but as I drifted, the question came to me all on its own: "Yeah, I do. That time we drove through New Mexico. Is that really a memory, or just a dream?" "Yes. Now back to sleep, my child. And this time, I'll let you pick." ********************************** I awoke with a loud snort. It was near two a.m. according to the dashboard clock, and we pulled into the motel, relieved and exhausted. Rick thought the grubby fingerprints on the office door was a gloomy sign of the potential state of our room. God, please let this trip be over soon.

from an absolute point of view there are no chairs, no alien only undifferentiated unity without size or shape. somehow reality imagines itself and creates the appearance of a chair, and the appearance of us. we and the chair are no different. It seems to us that we perceive the chair, but it is more like the undifferentiated unit is structured in mental images that apparently interact, being more profoundly the same, without separation. so there is neither us nor chair, or from another point of view, there are both, and they do not depend on each other. If there were a universe of rocks without life, it would be like the mind of reality, or God would have imagined it, it does not need another image imagined by the same mind to perceive it, it is a whole unit that imagines itself

Hm now if a human and that alien were there, would it not be the case (assuming the chair is solid) that if the alien tried to walk through it, he would crash and fall over seemingly nothing, if he could not perceive the chair?

Maybe the alien only perceives radiation and for him there is no chair, with which it could be said that there really is no chair, there is only a chair if you perceive it, if not, there is the possibility of a chair, but that possibility is the same that the chair ... Itsnt it?

So take the chair or rock dimension, it would be possible for a space alien, say, to perceive the rock's physical appearance from afar as the taste of sugar or as a sound for example (whatever the hell that would be like). So what does the chair actually exist as when not perceived? Is it the taste of sugar? Is it a sound? Is it a shape of a chair? Or do unobserved objects like in the chair dimension exist as infinity, or just nothing? In our rock universe, at some point perception happened, and now we can track back through time to a state in the universe where the things we call rocks were moving around etc. but nothing was localized in the universe to perceive them and so what exactly were they at that point?

Not suicidal. Appreciate the pun, though. This journal will be dedicated towards deconstructing society and all of its illusions, one by one, like the pieces of a giant puzzle. Some posts might not make total sense at first or any sense at all, and some might miss crucial additions, but overall I will try to convey what I mean in the simplest and most direct ways possible, and I will try to remain as transparent and objective as possible. This is a high-consciousness journal that only a few select humans will be able to read and understand, and well not necessarily because I’m some sort of an alien genius that will write in some cryptic language that it will be hard for the reader to understand, but essentially because of how radical and shocking a lot of the information that I’m gonna put out there will be to most people (I suppose even to those who like to call themselves highly conscious). If some of my posts sound offensive, it’s because they are. I think it’s important to note here that I don’t like humans. No, sir. Not at all. And I have very good reasons for that. This is just to highlight the fact that I have an antisocial bias, and that I am fully aware of it. Therefore, anything written here will be in that light. But I'm not going to be talking about that in detail here, maybe somewhere else, or maybe certain topics will force me to talk about it briefly. I'll leave it as that for now. I don’t have any particular expectations for the topics that I’m gonna cover or how frequently I'm going to be posting or anything like that. As always, the insights will come to me naturally, and I will be expressing them effortlessly. I hope that after a period of time it will become like a book with a variety of different topics. And because I intend it to be like a book, I will try to be systemic as much as I can. And of course, this will be a work-in-progress kind of project that I’m gonna grow past quickly as I keep going deeper with my understanding, mainly through observation and deconstruction. Most of my writings will be based on my experience, and not much on philosophy or theory. Research is like my final card. I don't generally research things before contemplation. For me, the right approach to high-quality understanding is: contemplate first, and then complement your insights with a little bit of research. If I inquire and find my understanding lacking certain pieces of information, I look them up. This way, I can make sure that my insights are totally genuine. And more importantly, I can make sure that I'm not being biased towards or brainwashed by outside agencies. This should make the journal a pure expression of my wisdom, thus making me a truly free thinker. If I end up writing high quality content that is simultaneously deep and easily communicable, I might start thinking of actually turning it into a book and profit off of it. ________________ Next topic: Introduction/Fundamental Concepts & Definitions

Also, consider that when these people say there is no evidence that these UAPs are alien spacecraft, that basically the standard of evidence for that is most likely much higher than what any of you would consider evidence. So, even if you saw basically what any normal human being would immediately claim to be an alien spacecraft, these guys would ask you: "Okay, but do we have evidence that the spacecrafts came from another solar system? As long as we do not, we have no evidence that these are alien spacecraft." So, you would probably have to record a UAP to come from deep space, enter earths atmosphere and basically zip around infront of some military installation. And even then, technically their standards can even be higher, because who knows if a human spacecraft didn't leave the solar system and then came back? Maybe the chinese did it, so we can't say it's evidence for aliens! This is why these reports are so useless, we would have to see how they came to even conclude the things they conclude, and what all of their standards are specifcally. Might even be that they have no standards, after all there are no such thing as experts or authorities on this, so who is to even determine what kinds of standards are useful here?

I've experienced life forms in a alternate universes and existences that are impossible in this universe while my physical body in this universe sleeps. I'd like to become a gay alien if I could tbh. Like the gayest alien in all our finite universe. That would be my dream come true. I want to become infinite gayness.

Congrats, that's a huge feat! There's lots of good advice in this thread. Given that belief systems are just scaffolding to get to the truth, if Ra super charges you to embody love/light, go for it! There’s certainly worse things than helping the planet evolve, being service to others and embodying 4th density. I went down the RA-bbit hole over a year ago. Even though most of it is stuff that can’t be proven, there’s some stuff in it that actually could be verified. Law of One was written in the early 80 and made claims that weren't provable then, but a few bits have since been verified based on recent studies. -Venus was actually habitable for 2 billion years, during a timeframe that fits the Law of One. Nasa based this on research that was conducted after the Law of One was written. Nasa and Venus -Ra said there’s a 9th planet in our solar system, but it’s too far away to be detected. In 2016 that theory was validated. Caltech 9th planet -All the stuff about the pyramids being created by aliens. (Graham Hancock has interesting stuff about this) -In 2018 the FBI released classified documents about Tesla in which he explicitly said he was an alien from Venus working on UFOs. Those documents were classified until 2018. Then again maybe there were rumours floating around about him like there are about Elon Musk I’m definitely, definitely, definitely not saying I totally believe The Law of One (A broken clock is right twice a day). There’s a lot of crazy stuff in it. That big foot and lizard people are real and alive, that cattle mutilations are because of 2nd density thought forms. Genghis Khan was reincarnated as a file clerk in the negatively polarized Orion system. It's just fun to think about and I tried fact checking stuff that's potentially discoverable. Half the surface of Mars is supposedly different than the other half because it was damaged in a war or something (can't remember exactly). Space debris in the Milky Way are remnants of a galactic war or explosion or something. Couldn't find evidence for either, but I couldn't find any studies on that at all. Then again I didn't do a ton of research. Also, supposedly the Ark of the Covenant is still around but it was written on a scroll instead of tablets (or it was still around in the 80s). Law of One is entertaining and reads like lore for a sci-fi universe, but it’s also a nice parable for the evolution of the universe. Aaron Abke’s vids on it are great and practical (his Mindscience series is a must watch too).

@Snuitje There is some weird stuff going on with the aliens I tell ya. I've met these beings in my lucid dreams. Not Ra perhaps, but there seems to be some kind of spiritually advanced race appearing in my dreams. These are blue-coloured beings. They are able to take any form they need. They can transfer energy and massive amounts of information telepathically. Contrary to other lucid-dream characters, they actually recognize they are visiting "my dream". They have been extremely helpful and loving. I miss them often. They share such beautiful moments and energies. Every time I become lucid, they are my number one go-to friends in that realm. They have helped me with my sexuality too. This is super weird shit, so please don't think I'm a alien-fetish weirdo, but I've had sex with them many times. This seems to be their way of opening certain blocks with my sexual energies.

Recognizing and seeing reality During sex there was a flashback to the God trip. It was a clear energetic shift: a recognition that consciousness is manifesting in ape-like bodies called humans. A recognition what this form is with its limitations, that whatever would happen to the body, reality would continue as always. In the past few days there were increasingly frequent felt recognitions of this world being out of this world, being alien and that the consciousness projecting the world is alien and not human at all. Feels a bit insane. "[The ego] says 'What are you doing loosing yourself?'" - Osho And still, it is used to divert focus - distraction.

To me the idea of aliens visiting here would be simply common sense, so regardless of the validity of the video I don't really give this issue much thought anymore. Yes I enjoyed the X-Files. To say we are the pinnacle of technological advancement and that alien civilizations couldn't possibly make the trip here, is a rather narrow viewpoint. Still, I'm not going to storm the Groom Lake base or spend all day researching UFOs... that would be a slippery slope into being one of those conspiracy nutjobs. A couple of quotes from the X-files I've always liked: "I just wanna say, everything you've seen here is equal to the protection we give it. It's you who have acted inappropriately." "There is an ancient Indian saying that something lives only as long as the last person who remembers it. My people have come to trust memory over history. Memory, like fire, is radiant and immutable while history serves only those who seek to control it, those who douse the flame of memory in order to put out the dangerous fire of truth. Beware these men for they are dangerous themselves and unwise. Their false history is written in the blood of those who might remember and of those who seek the truth." One of my favorite clips... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1K5Y1ZOZw8

That's not what I refer to as supermind. That is more like contemplative/philosophical mind. Contemplation can be very powerful in cutting through the human bullshit and it makes you more alert and aware, like when you are solving a math problem. You have to be clear about it. Or when you are doing self-inquiry work. That's all good. Keeping doing that. But supermind is beyond that. It is beyond the capacities of the normal sober human mind. Supermind feels like your mind's IQ was upgraded to 1000+, allowing you to think new kinds of thoughts which are simply not possible for a regular human to think. Supermind feels like how a highly advanced alien being would think if he had a brain 10x your size. Accessing supermind requires either psychedelics or some altered state of consciousness attained through intense spiritual practice. When you start to be able to think impossible things, that's when you can tell supermind is coming online.

I got a good chuckle re-watching this scene. I feel it encapsulates humanity perfectly. A highly advanced alien species lovingly communicates new technology that could forever advance and change the way humanity interfaces with reality and humans smear their fear poo poo all over it by blowing it up and killing themselves.

You can teach someone that is willing to listen by creating analogies, but you cannot make them understand. Understanding is not contained within language. It is a movement that has to be performed for oneself, in response to what is being said. I don't think we're in a disagreement here. This is a very Petersonian idea. He predominantly thinks in words and this statement smuggles in the assumption that this way of thinking is special or superior. There are domains that are alien to language and cannot be expressed coherently. One of such domains are archetypal experiences, which, by their very nature are nebulous, paradoxical and illogical (by the conventional use of this term). He, of all people, should be aware of this. I did not understand this paragraph. My understanding of Jung's archetypes does not correspond with this. Jung is clear in that archetypal experiences cannot be fully articulated, or made clearly meaningful because they express themselves in symbols that point towards things that we cannot consciously experience. Yet, trying to describe them is beneficial to mental health. Again, understanding is not necessarily descriptive, but it is rather operative. One understands a hammer, when he is able to hammer a nail in. One understands communication if he is able to articulate ideas. These two domains are disjoint and both express intelligence. I appreciate him for his psychological knowledge, not for his philosophy or political thought.

I too find N,N-DMT to be a bit weird. Very alien, but not nearly as alien as miprocin! Miprocin (4-HO-MiPT) is synthetic, but it surely must be naturally found in a fungus on some other planet -- I literally believe that conclusion will basically be inevitable to nearly anyone who tries it! Lol! It's like the most organic experience... just not organic from planet Earth... LSD and 5-MeO-DMT are the best hands down ime/imo for insight and ego-dissolution. N,N-DMT is just a straight up mindfuck. As far as sinister? At this point I've realized that sinister feelings are quite correlated to the number and strength of hidden unfalsifiable beliefs currently held. With enough total awakening, sinister is nowhere to be found. But when it still happened, ime ketamine was the most sinister -- as if if takes you to the same place as 5meo...but from the opposite direction.

People are a bit biased as well with a mindset of, oh its just the chinese or the russians or the goverment. I think that to dismiss the possibility of alien craft is a bias of the human mind which lack imagination and a deep understanding of the possibility that reality holds. It is a possibility that these space crafts is being controlled by conciousness/mind. Conciousness does affect machines, even on earth. Just because your imagination is limited does not mean that the universe is limited at all to what kind of different worlds there is or species etc. To dismiss people who think there might really be alien is a worse bias then to conclude that yes it is probably alien. How brain washed some people are from society and reductionistic views as well.

Always liked Joe Scott's channel, he does a good job of explaining why the UFO footage that the Pentagon has released are very likely optical illusions resulting from the technology that was used in capturing this footage. That said I'm still open to the possibility that the alien hypothesis could turn out to be correct, but a dozen more grainy clips of grey blobs isn't likely to to be any more convincing than the last dozen.

@Chew211 Interesting post man, I especially liked what you said about surplus, abundance is attractive and scarcity is not. I agree with most of it but I would say red pill does have some useful ideas but the issue is that (like with most viewpoints), it becomes an ideology that is dogmatically followed. If you take the point that currently most guys drift in to that nice guy, beta perspective, where women are held high on a pedestal and almost bowed down to, this doesnt help the guys as they dont get anywhere with women and it also doesnt help the women because they are not attracted to this type of guy. So there is the need for guys to be able to see women at least on the same level as them, if not see themselves on a higher level simply because women are usually attracted to guys who are better than them in some way. Its also actually more objectifying to women to see them as these beautiful alien life forms rather than just people. So i guess the question is how do you teach men how to stop being the 'nice guy' and embrace their own value and masculinity. I agree with your criticisms of red pill ideology, I think a lot of it comes from male pain at being rejected or having a hard time with women and its almost like now 'we've got one over on them look at the stats'. Of course any ideas that come from pain are going to have a biased edge to them, these then filter down to the consumers of the content and it paints an overall world view that allows men to push all responsibility for their own lack of success on to women. Mosg that buy into red pill are at this stage and thats why it can be dangerous but the argument can also be most people at the stage, especially men, are very susceptible to toxic ideology. I think the truth within the red pill is still important as you will not be able to shift from 'nice guy' without it but by the same token you need to have a certain maturity to really take it on board without getting toxic. Youre also right in that guys can use it to ape alphas, which then creates this shell of an alpha rather than an authentic men who has embraced his masculinity. I think if you follow any ideology to the letter by definition you wouldnt be an alpha. So its important to take on this knowledge and then transcend it.

The alien zoologists who logged into this forum are probably having a lot of fun reading this . Consciousness ain't no mistake.

FUCK YEA ALIENS now where is my colossal titan body nah but in all seriousness folwks, lets make 1 thing clear: Aliens do exist its quite simple actually: you got 100 billion planets in the milky way alone (remember that's its not the biggest galaxy out there) + 2 trillion galaxies which also contain 100 billion planets and then you might also have different universes, which there could be billions or trillions of universes out there, lets assume there are only 100 other universes out there besides ours, 100 x 2 trillion = 200 trillion. and yet our mind can't even understand how much 1,000 planets is and yea i know its all just stupid math but you have to understand in the milky way alone there are 6 billion earth like planets out there (meaning they contain water,vegetation and are in the goldilocks zone which is the ideal temperature for life like us) i bet if we asked a quantum computer what's the probability of at least one planet of 100 billion that has alien life on it, the quantum computer would just shut down with a error message saying "y'all too stupid bruh"