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@LastThursday Alien posing as a welder would be a good cover, wouldn't it? I like @Keyhole's answer though ?

Friday 04/12/2020, 02:36 I may have been compulsive in my actions today, but it's interesting what state I've been in. I woke up feeling super foggy and dissociated. But I also sense a super sense of concentration. And I may have behaved compulsively today a lot with my addictions as I do normally, but just pausing and watching myself, I feel different. A bit more relaxing and space-like. Maybe it's because I started kriya yoga again, but its also my SSRI withdrawal. Time to keep at it, it might be promising despite the multiple deadlines and stressors in my life rn. Thinking a lot about uni work, as well as the funeral for one of my best friends coming up. I might be anxious, be worried, be in pain, be distracted, but I feel a deep sense of excitement and ease anyway. My vibe and feeling is perfectly described this track. Just so relaxing and space like, but also alien and extraterrestrial with the unknown

Here's the thing - your interpretation of this experience and trip is valid. Yeah reality is a pretty vicious, alien, and scary place. Everything you just listed cannot be fought using philosophy because it's completely valid. Yet equally, it's completely empty of meaning. Right now you've bought into the story you're telling yourself about reality. You've bought into and are believing hook line and sinker that reality is this awful scary place and that everything is doom and gloom. Can see how this story is 1) a story and 2) empty of inherent meaning? What if the meaninglessness you feel is just as meaningless? What if you were allowed to see reality as infinitely meaningful, beautiful, cosmic, sacred? Mushrooms can be harsh teachers and I'm sorry to hear you had such a traumatic experience. Yet, you can also use this trip as a way to orient yourself towards nihilism. Until you fully integrate meaninglessness through surrender, acceptance, and love, you will be repressing it. It sounds like the mushrooms brought that fear out of your mind and forced you to acknowledge it. Rather than just slowly forgetting about the trip, or trying to mask its lessons with another trip or more drugs, I'd suggest integrating what you learned. Practical take aways - 1 hour of meditation per day, MINIMUM. If you don't have a serious meditation practice, tripping is pretty useless and won't get you very far. Let the trips provide rocket fuel to your sober practice, and let sober practice provide the grounding, soil, and nutrients for the trip to take hold. Journal about this experience. Start questioning all of your beliefs around the experience. In what ways may you be deceiving yourself? Is it possible the trip magnified your own fears about reality? In what ways is your view of reality limited, partial, and relative? Can you find gratitude and metta for the experience? How has this trip made you wiser? Etc. Yoga / Exercise - spend time reconnecting with your body and emotions through physicality. This will help provide grounding and a sense of security. Spend time in nature - notice how at peace nature is. Notice the intrinsic beauty it gives of, how quiet, still, tranquil, subtle, and lovely it all is. A tree has nothing but metta for you. Sit with one until you feel it, and perhaps start by projecting metta towards it. I've found that there is an energetic re-harmonization of my body/mind/heart spending time in nature which is particularly helpful after really powerful trips. Know that you are stronger because of this experience. It's another stop on your path. Let it be what it was, but let it go.

Just wanted to share a tiny part of my personal journey on the spiritual path. Since about 4-6 months ago, started getting spontaneous ego deaths sober. It use to occur twice a week, now its once a week. With sober ego deaths, you never know whether you've poisoned yourself, overdosed on something, having a life threatening disease or whether an insect or animal has injected you with venom. Or on the flip side, whether you're just having a psychological phenomena (which has been every case so far, otherwise I wouldn't be here, I would be in the hospital, or reincarnated into a different universe/dream). Even though its just an ego death, because its sober, you can never tell the difference between ego death and physical death. On psychedelics I guess you can make rationale that its normal and you'll come back, but sober you can't do that, because you never know why its happening. The littlest things trigger it, and they occur at the most inconvenient times. It occurs when I'm feeling the energy of a sort of food, the feeling and how it reacts to the stomach just causes waves of energy to rise, exponentially increasing dissociation and am. It occurs when I'm feeling the inertia of the elevator coming up and down. It occurs if I eat lots of berries or take too many supplements, it occurs if I sniff too much cleaning products or solvents, it occurs if I'm getting too angry at something, it occurs if I'm getting too relaxed, or sometimes it occurs for absolutely no reason at all. Sometimes it occurs when you're driving or in a meeting with your boss. The process is always the same. Energy starts to raise in your body, sometimes it comes in waves, sometimes its gradual. The waves are the worst because there is more suspense. The first wave comes, then you've got time to relax when it settles, but from experience you know another wave is going to come, and the suspense kicks in. Then that second wave hits, that's when you're seriously feeling that existential terror, that amnesia and loss of knowing what the universe is, what maths is, science is, your family is, etc. And that dissociation from the body kicks in hard. you start to feel a bit of a swaying or sense that space is jumbling up a bit. Then the third wave hits, surrounded by amnesia and dissociation, you're seriously contemplating the possibility that you'll never see the dream that you're in ever again. Did you poison yourself? Is this God's way of saying that's it for this dream? You never know. For me personally, most of what I care about is knowing how reality works, and the universe has a way of giving you what you want. And knowing how reality works means bye bye to the universe, so you never know whether God is fulfilling your wish on this particular ego death. After the ego death its beautiful, no dream, just white everywhere, complete amnesia, and complete love. Yet even though you may remember this, doesn't make the ego death any less frightening. You can accept ego death more and more, but you never get rid of the terror, nor use to the impracticalities of passing out while doing stuff like shopping or work. And most normies and even people on here would think that this is abnormal, but its only abnormal from this time period. Tribesmen had to accept the possibility that they would die at any day due to the harsh realities of conflicts with other tribes, diseases and misshaps with hunting, or your own tribesmen turning against you. Just a few decades ago, 19 year olds had to walk every day with the possibility that they would step on a mine. The song "I was only 19" and the verse "A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one on two legs" really illustrates that possibility and mindset. And ironically, despite the melancholic vibes, such ego deaths emanate your bones with humility, acceptance, and connection with the human race, especially humans in the past. Its a beautiful irony that having ego deaths every week isolates you from the human race of today, yet gives you a deep appreciation for humans of the past... a much bigger time period then this narrow slice of peacetime. When I'm listening to war songs, I join in with them with the singing, we all get each other. The generation of today have no idea how good they got it. The empathy is unparalleled when this happens to you. You see a Chinese guy on the street fearing for his life, and you totally get it, especially the part where no one else knows what that fear is like because they are so god damn lucky. But the generation of today also have it really badly, because without the possibility of death at any moment, means no possibility of accepting the worst case scenario, and a hidden trauma of always protecting and chasing after avoiding your worst nightmare. Its a locking yourself in a cage. Its a fabrication of delusion and arrogance. After such ego deaths happening regularly, you can't even pretend that you're macho. Because it freaks you out every time, no matter how enlightened or advanced you think you are, or how much progress you went through. What both you, the almighty enlightened starseed alien, and the stupid, foolish military soldier normie both share in common, is you're both freaked out by death, no matter how many near death experiences (or actual ego death) you have, but both of you know that your only option is accepting the fact that this dream may be the last moment it will exist, sucking it up, and getting on with it. Both of you know what's worth it, and what isn't, because any day could be your last. I'm not sure how many "spiritual people" go through this. Doesn't sound like much based on the reports from this forum, and talking to spiritual people face to face in my local country. I'd imagine that lots of them are too enlightened to go through such things. They have already had ego death, nothing scares them anymore, they are in heaven already, and know everything. Unfortunately that isn't the case for me, my brain works uniquely where this will stuff happen till mahasamadhi or at very least till the body and mind gets hit with a bus. I find connection and solace with the humans of the past. It sounds depressing, but that wasn't the point of this post. I think existential terror, possibility of never seeing this dream ever again, deep dissociation and amnesia to have a beautiful sort of charisma to it, the side of the coin that's neglected by us because we're too busy chasing manifestation and insights and increasing baseline states of consciousness, and realizations, yet its no less beautiful. Its the compliment of all of that stuff. All of the former is what separates us in a sense, while the latter is what connects us all together.

What alien tongue is this? Wtf is a goodest boy and this french cryptic message

WARNING : The following story contains detailed retranscription of very distressing thought and fucked up reasoning that really made me question my sanity for a short period of time. I would not recommend reading this if you are tripping on weed or any psychedelics right now. I would also avoid reading if you suffer from OCD, as obsessive and intrusive thoughts are at the heart of this experience, but hey, you do as you wish. I apologize for the lengthy post but I really wanted to make sure to get all the details down, I hope this level of description will give some insight about what exactly constitutes the experience of a bad trip from an internal point of view for those who never experienced it, and especially how things can gradually go objectively more insane while remaining somehow coherent and making perfect sense for the person experiencing the trip. I've read many trips reports but I've never seen one explaining in detail the inner workings of the mind trying to persuade you that your madness is real, which is what I'm aiming to do with this story. Another reason I'm writing this is to gain some insight into the interpretation (if there's any) of the events that happened that night. What does it tell about myself, my state of mind, consciousness, or the way the human mind works in general? Such questions I don't think I can answer right now, but I'm eager to hear what you all have to say. The events I'm about to describe have deeply disturbed but also motivated me to develop a new mindset of self-improvement and spiritual research, it kinda woke me out of a state of slumber you could say. Now that I've seen the tremendous power of the mind, I realize the importance of every single moment of my life and I want to get the most out of it, which include fixing my intellectual and behavioural shortcomings, becoming a better person on all accounts, especially my relationship with myself and others, and stop wasting my days doing nothing. Sorry for the rant lol now comes the interesting part : This happened about a month ago. I had already taken LSD a few times before, in moderate dosage (200ug each time). I'm 20 years old for reference. At the moment, I was already interested about metaphysical topics such as the nature of reality, consciousness, and so on, but I never really dug into the subject and I was still very ignorant about spirituality in general. (I had a very fixed materialist vision of life, I was pretty much your typical STEM student who think he has it all figured out, you get the idea) Anyway, I discussed with some friends I had tripped with before, and they all told me how the experience changed their daily lives and how they were more grateful/conscious/detached from reality etc... I got a little frustrated because I really couldn't say the same about my own personal experience, even though I was the one who initially suggested taking LSD to "get something out of it". So the next evening, I made the incredibly wise decision of taking a much larger dose (375ug) by myself, at night, in my bedroom, to finally get the sought-after "realization". The actual come up of the trip went surprisingly well, the visuals were slightly more intense than usual but nothing too crazy, my mind was alright too, even though I was overall very confused and my thoughts made no sense most of the time. (btw my acid comes from a very reliable and well-known guy on the DW so I'm pretty sure I'm not underestimating the dosage). Anyway, I decided to light up a joint to enhance the trip, with no regards for the fact that cannabis has always made me very very nervous and self-conscious (I'm sure you can start to see where this is going ) Only a few seconds after the last toke, as I was observing the streetlights, I started questioning the utility of taking LSD (It's something I have always done during the previous trips, and I always feel like I cannot provide a relevant answer, which for some reason makes me feel very uneasy). But this time, I felt a sense of absolute existential dread at that thought. It was as if I HAD to answer right now or the consequences would be absolutely dramatic in a way I couldn't even fathom. I cannot describe the feeling of pure terror that I instinctively felt as I realized I was absolutely unable to provide an answer that would satisfy me (I think no answer could at that point). I instantly tried to think about something else like my life depended on it (and I was absolutely convinced that was the case) but this only made the feeling even more intense and the thoughts in my head became more aggressive. Each effort I made to try to think about something else, the thought would come back at me, bigger and more terrifying than ever. It was not even about the initial question anymore, but about the fact that I couldn't calm down and move on. I tried to think about logical arguments to get out of this irrational thought trap I had gotten myself into, and I kept repeating to myself that I shouldn't make such a big deal of virtually nothing, but the voice would respond each time, overriding my pathetic attempts to regain control of the situation. That was where I realized in horror that I had absolutely no control over that voice in my head. I started to perceive these thoughts as a sort of alien, demonic presence that would keep tormenting me until my death. It was my punishment for experimenting with drugs and opening gates in my brain that should have stayed closed. Now comes the really really fucked up part, in my opinion, the realization that made me fall into the abyss of madness for the next 3 hours: I understood that I had become obsessed with the voice narrating my own thoughts. Now the thing about obsessions is that eventually you get distracted from what's clouding your mind and start to think about something else... but the thing that's distracting you is usually your own thought stream, and therefore "the voice" itself. In my case, that was precisely the object of my obsession, which meant that I had absolutely no escape from that headspace, for whenever I tried to think of something else to get myself out of this nightmarish thought loop, I would instantly recognize the voice "linked" to my though, and fall even further down the rabbit hole. Another disturbing thing I experienced in that state was amplifications of my thoughts like my head was an echo chamber: I would think about something and instantly recognize the voice narrating the thought in my head. By unwillingly paying attention to it, kinda like reading it in my head, I would create a new voice saying the same thing (much like when you read something and you have a voice narrating what you're reading, except I was reading my own thoughts if that makes sense) then I would start reading that new voice, creating a new layer, etc... that process repeating itself hundreds of times in a matter of seconds, each step making me feel like I was diving deeper into insanity. Not cool. A few minutes of delusion later, I felt like I had a total understanding of the way my mind worked, and more precisely the way the different thoughts flowed into each other. I understood life was a never-ending succession of thoughts, each one coming to distract myself from the previous one. I could see that each new thought would usually trigger a kind of reset in my memory, making me forget my current focus to switch onto the new one, in an indefinite cycle. I guess that's not too far off from reality, to be honest, haha, except that in my current mental state, I could sense immediately whenever that "reset" was triggered, and the realization would instantly make me loop once more. Again, I was trapped in a (seemingly) endless cycle of obsession, since the object of my obsession was now the very moment when a new thought form in your mind, and I was convinced I would keep noticing this process until the end of my life, thus making me theoretically unable to ever think about something else... forever. I let you imagine the sheer terror I felt when I came to this conclusion, which seemed logically indisputable to me at the time. I was absolutely convinced I would never be able to think about anything else that this damned loop, and that I would be transferred to a psychiatry ward the next day. The worst part is I thought I had undisputable logical arguments to support that claim (as the thought process that drove me to this conclusion seemed backed by pure logic and not irrational thinking) During this whole part of the trip, I had a progressive sense of feeling the demonic presence of psychedelics into my brain, that manifested itself through "the voice" and some weird shadow worm hallucinations in the corner of my sight. (like hundreds of dark little tentacles all around my field of vision, that kept squiggling all the time. They evoked me a parasite that would feed on my happiness and remind me until my death how life was now dull, meaningless and a cycle of perpetual suffering). I felt like the drug had opened new realms inside my mind and connected things that should have stayed distant from each other, and now I was stuck in my own head with this demonic entity, trapped on the other side of reality, as I could only watch the outside world through my eyes in despair, reminiscing of my previous happy life, back when I had not broken the process of thinking and my head was working properly. I knew nothing had fundamentally changed in the objective outside world, but now I was trapped in my own head, in a psychedelic mind prison. At that point I had a closed-eye visual of sitting at the bottom of a bottomless hole (I know it makes no sense) and above me were infinite layers of fractal-like weeds made of shadows, waving menacingly above my head. I thought they represented the psychedelic headspace that had swallowed me whole and was now closing in front of me, separating me from my old reality forever. I then spent a couple of minutes on my smartphone, reading on various forums about drugs and mental illnesses, doing research with keywords like LSD, thought loop, obsession, life ruined etc... and I was convinced that I was reading many reports of different people trapped in the same mental state as me, after noticing the same thought patterns I did and after following the same "logical reasoning", giving them the same recursive obsessive thoughts that would now ruin every single second of their lives. When I went back on these sites the next day I realized the stories I had read had actually nothing to do with my own experience, I remember this thread in particular terrified me : https://www.reddit.com/r/PsychologicalTricks/comments/eojn16/pt_how_do_i_get_out_of_a_thought_loop/ and looking back at it I really can't understand why, but the LSD warped my mind in such a way that everything I read was interpreted to fuel my existential anxiety I guess. The only thing that bugged me is that I was genuinely convinced that if I were to explain my "looping issue" to anyone, even sober, they would become crazy and obsessed with their own thought stream as well since I thought it was totally logical and understandable reasoning that drove me insane initially. Therefore, I did not understand why I had never heard of this demonic loop before, as it had the potential to destroy humanity (lol). Was I actually the first-ever human to realize that? It can't be, I just read testimonies of other guys experiencing the same. Then the truth hit me like a truck: It was fake all along, reality never existed and everything was a simulation. My family, my friends, my school... nothing was real. At that point, I was still reading comments online and I thought they came from other people who had taken psychedelics and had broken through the illusion of reality as well (which makes no damn sense since other people were supposed to be fake but actual rational thinking was not an option anymore I guess). All the comments were complaining about being trapped in an eternal time loop now that they had broken their mind and discovered the ultimate truth, so I began to think the same. I was lying in my bed with my headphones on, and I was absolutely convinced that this would be my destiny for eternity. This is, I think, the most distressing state of mind that a human being can find itself in. If I had a gun at this precise moment, I would have blasted my head without a moment's hesitation. The feeling of eternity is truly mind-shattering. I kept coming with reasons to calm down and downplay the issue, trying to find my way out of this nightmare, but every 3 seconds or so, I would have a realization, like the voice was telling me "Oh no no no son, you don't understand how serious this is " and for a split nanosecond I gained a fundamental insight about the true nature of reality and I would realize that I was indeed trapped until eternity, that all my effort to think myself out of this situation were vain, then I would immediately forget about it (I don't think there was actually an insight at all, just an overwhelming feeling of having one), resulting in me trying one more time to think rationally for 3 seconds, only to be crushed again by this intuition, etc... the process repeated itself for an indefinite time. I was listening to random songs on a Spotify playlist that wasn't mine, and this song that I didn't know at the time, "sweet sound of ignorance", started playing : I thought the "universe" (aka the wicked entity that had created my reality and manipulated my life the entire time) was playing this song to mock me and tease me about taking psychedelics to get a deeper understanding of reality, because now that I knew the truth, all I wanted was to forget and get back to my old ignorant self. I love listening to this song nowadays, I find the melody absolutely haunting and it captures perfectly the ethereal feeling of watching the very structure of reality melt in front of your eyes... weird I know but I can't help it so that's a positive aspect of this trip I guess haha Anyway, at that point, I started getting extremely focused on the music randomly played by Spotify, because I felt it was trying to tell me something, I remember thinking it was displaying a summary of my entire life for some reason. My memories are very sparse from that moment, but I remember this song playing : At the sight of the religious imagery on the cover (I didn't even notice the fucking lasers and probes lmao) I instantly felt an intense warmth rushing through my body. I think that for a moment I thought I was God, then I thought I had definitely gone crazy, then I felt like God again. I could feel the inner workings of my mind, the way neurons communicate and the way thoughts and information were conveyed intuitively. At the peak of my delirium, I felt that I was a being of light and that I could communicate with other beings like myself, through a way that didn't require actual thinking somehow, and all these beings were telling me I had found the way to transcend the illusion of reality and the infinite loops of madness, and now I was in the superior realm of fractals where the evil thoughts were unnecessary and I could remain here at peace for eternity. I have absolutely no idea what happened after this. Obviously, I had forgotten a long time ago that I was tripping. When I woke up the next morning, I felt so fucking relieved that I was still my normal self, and that I hadn't gone crazy and obsessed with infinite recurring thought patterns or other weird stuff. I believe all of this experience was just a gigantic psychotic delusion, including the "awakening and transcendence" part. I really do not attribute a deep spiritual meaning to what I lived, for it was most likely the result of extreme suggestibility induced by the drug, coupled with an undisciplined mind and ignorance of its inner working (I'm pretty sure I could have handled these intrusive thoughts after only a few weeks of meditation but at the time I really couldn't stop identifying to them). I did learn to sit the fuck down and stop doing irresponsible shit with such powerful substances. I will definitely trip again but with lower dosages, and only after gaining enough knowledge and mastery over my own mind. Thanks for reading!

I'm in a pensive mood today. In a sort of segue from my most recent post, I think I've identified the cause of my, what do I call it? indifference? limbo? stuckness? It's the existential tussle between stillness and motion (a.k.a. The Story) . I think I need to elaborate. For me stillness has the following connotations: Centredness, stoicism, reliability, steadfastness, confidence, aloofness, status quo, minimalism, low effort, avoidance. You get the picture hopefully. In turn these things are about the following possibly unconnected ideas: Protection from and avoidance of bad stuff; freedom from others' problems and needs and dictats; freedom to be and do what I want; yearning to be accepted and loved; being respectful and trustworthy; being decent to others; being unemotional. A large part of my character is pensive, passive and analytical. Whether by nature or nurture (my father is pensive, passive and analytical) I don't know. So far in my life the Stillness has served me well enough. I have plenty of money, stability, health, a roof over my head and peers to keep me going until I die. This is contrast to my immediate family, who are on benefits, needing to be financially bailed out, needing a crutch of a man, or perenially skint and in varying states of ill health. I'm the wonder child. I'm the sensible first child. Except this is never acknowledged whatsoever by anyone. Instead I just get used by everyone - basically it's low conscious ignorant behaviour on their parts. I suppose I'm virtue signalling here, I'll stop. To summarise stillness has taken care of my survival needs. Ok, so on to motion: Excitement, energy, fun, laughter, purpose, direction, change, flowing, freedom, creativity, curiosity, productivity, novelty, collaboration, building, adventure, development, optimism - all in no particular order. The other side of the story of me, is that I have a boisterous, funny, loud and energetic side. This is connected with the following ideas: Getting attention and love; authenticity and freedom; feeling good and/or high; connection to others; helping others; bringing joy and humour; being silly; physicality; breaking rules; making and creating stuff; being responsive and fluid; improvisation. I was quite an energetic kid. From a young age I spent all my time outdoors, in an urban environment. Occasionaly it was threatening or physically dangerous. Physicality was the order of the day. Saying that, I was never that boisterous or overbearing, not a bully. And it was mostly about playing games, exploring the environment and being part of a group. In summary motion is about living life and being in alignment with it, flowing with it. Reading the above back to myself is actually useful. Due to my age, circumstance and super ingrained habits I've become very insular and still and now it's hurting me, despite it being authentic. I need much much more motion to be fully authentic and respectful to myself. Otherwise life is not worth continuing with. The big question is how? How do I achieve that motion? I have no choice other than to be an adult, and a not young one at that. I can't behave like a child playing games and going exploring any more - I have to do grown up versions of those if at all. And people rely on me for their survival. I am actually completely lost on how to do that. It seems that everyone around me acts in the following way: thought -> want -> action. That seems to be motivation enough for them. I find it exceptionally robotic and mindless. I only appear to act out of necessity, none of my thoughts seem to generate any form of motivation or want or at least enough for me to take action. The way other people carry on seems alien to me, even if it's authentic to them. I'm not a complete lost cause though. I do have interests and minor motivations. But the interests are very analytical and pensive, mostly programming projects, or musical interests. And I have desires, but these are too vague or big or overwhelming to take action on. Put a different way, any motion I desire is in complete contradiction to the stillness I desire. Stillness is winning, but it's unbalancing me. So here are my ragbag of my Vague Desires in Motion (I really should get a dreamboard going and maintained): Not to work for someone else To be out in the sunshine year round and to be closer to nature To use my body constantly, be physical, exert energy To be with an authentic beautiful woman who is self sufficient and energetic and adventurous Not to have money concerns or survival concerns (I have this already though) To build my own house with my own hands To tread lightly in the world, be self sufficient and connected to my environment To be highly creative, use intelligence and skills and make an impact on people Just to be allowed to be "let loose" and be me without judgement Give up programming and sitting in front of a monitor, and just have it as an occasional hobby To be away from the death grip of my parents' problems One of my old maxims apply here: if you do nothing, nothing will change.

Of course there is staging involved, yet to me you are saying that since there is any incident of staging, anything goes. Evidence and rationale no longer matter. It just depends on the context. If we creating fictional stories for video games, dreams, novels and movies evidence and rationale aren't very important. Yet if we are creating and living within a functional society, evidence and rationale becomes important. For example, let's say I go on a date and a woman lies about her income to impress me. We could say that she is staging - yet it doesn't mean everything is staged and we can make up whatever we want. It would be unreasonable to say "Ah ha! She just staged that! So that means she could actually be an alien that is conspiring with Bill Gates to control human minds through vaccines to create a collective Borg Mind. And this isn't even a cafe we are in - it is part of her Borg Mind and the waiter is actually Bill Gates!". That becomes creative fiction in which evidence doesn't matter. That is great stuff in some contexts. If we were creating a science fiction movie - then evidence doesn't matter and we can make up all kinds of whacky stories.

I've recently been rewatching Star Trek: The Next Generation, and I've noticed just how good of a show this is to deepen your understanding of how SD works in "real-world" situations. You might think, well it's just a show in the end, can't be that accurate of how civilizations and societies would act in real life. But as @Forestluv brought to my attention recently, the producer of the show Gene Roddenberry was rumored to be aware of Clair Graves' work. So if you've studied the model or something like Integral Theory, then this can be a fun way to keep exploring and thinking about how different stages behave and how they resolve all kinds of interesting dilemmas. Of course, it's not perfect so go into it with your own authority and knowledge to try and notice how complicated it can be to live in a universe with all these different world-view species. And notice how similar it is to how the world operates today, these different species could be looked at as if they were nations in today's world. The federation is prime time yellow in their approach to most conflicts, yet have an orange view of exploration for science, hence, "To boldly go where no man has gone before". They solve problems with an "above" judgmental tier 2 approach and follow the so-called Prime Directive wherever they go, in which states they're not to intervene with an alien civilization below a certain threshold of cultural, scientific, and technological development; a very yellow approach. This is done so they're not to impose their own values and ideals on them, as this can severely mess up the development of their society. In the episode "Who watches the watchers" it is seen how severe of a consequence it can be for a civilization to come in contact with a stage Purple society. After witnessing their medical powers and beaming technology, they were convinced that captain Picard was their god. And so they started to worship him and it took a great deal of effort to convince them that he bled just as they did. Some of my favorite episodes are where the character Q appears. A stage Coral being who could be seen as god (with god-like powers) in human form. The Q member which is most often presented, one of many, has what could be seen as extreme trickster archetype characteristics seen from stages lesser than Coral. Yellow still does not understand that "death" and the wiping out of a whole civilization could be seen as god's highest form of love. Yet it is not known if Q does this out of amusement, which seems to be the case, or if he's doing it out of love but unknowingly, which would be weird because apparently he's omniscient. Despite if he does this out of amusement or love, it's still nonetheless done out of love because all of reality is love-driven. The most evil and vile things are pure perfection and beauty. Here's the list of species/planets ranked by their stage: Purple: Mintaka III Red: Klingons(Red/Purple), The Borg (Red/Blue/Beige) Blue: Cardassians, Romulans. Orange: The Ferengi, Vulcans(orange/blue) Green: Rubiicun lll (Extreme green/blue) Yellow: The Federation Turquoise/Coral: The Q Continuum, Betazoid, El-Aurian. Please correct me if you feel otherwise.

@Sempiternity what???? ??? maybe it was really an Alien who put it there ????

An alien existence If you provoke the enemy the enemy will strike. If you provoke a friend, they will help you.

Of course it can. But only within limits. You will never get a donkey to understand calculus. Because he doesn't have the necessary hardware. The problem here is that talented people take their talents for granted because they have no idea what it's like not to have their talents. Someone born enlightened will not understand why everyone else is not enlightened and acting so stupid. This is not just a hypothetical. I've actually met people like this. It takes them a long time to learn that they are unique and different from everyone else. It is a big practical problem for them. They are like an alien among their own kind. If sticking 5-MeO-DMT up your ass counts as grace, then I guess grace it is.

Hahaha what a good boooy ?? he really looks like an Alien dog ??

@Rilles I would probably be a different being. Like a different kind of an animal. Or an alien. Consciousness is creative.

Have you truly thought it through, Connor? Congrats for your realizations, but you seem to be kinda stuck witin a solipsistic phase. Here are some points to think through before taking a metaphysical standpoint as yours: First of all, there are so called split-brain patients. Their corpus callosum is cut so their hemisheres aren't connected anymore. Interestingly when you give them a key to the right hand they can say what it is but don't know how to use it. Within the left hand they can now open doors but don't know what the object is called. But if you ask them whether their perception of reality has changed since the operation, they confidently reply "no" in most of the cases (left hemisphere is replying). So these patients experience two realities at once, but without direct communication between both. So both parts aren't directly conscious of the other part, which then appears to be unconscious. Secondly, the limits of space and time that a human experiences must not necessarily be the limits of space and time god imposes upon itself. Let me further explain: Obviously our human capacity to understand time is very limited. We tend to think about it in a very linear way. But why should time really be this way? Does it actually exist? Maybe god does not experience time in a one-dimensional linear way but rather as a two-dimensional (or higher) plane? Then there are infinite parallel sets of linear time. Why limiting god to only one linear time axes? Within a two-dimensional timeplane one of the axes represents our linear causality we all are used to, while the other represents the spectrum of all beings possible. The whole timeplane is nothing but "the NOW", with each crosspoint being a moment within spacetime. All are interconnected and simoultaniously experienced within (by) god. But same principle as with the split-brain patients: for the left hemisphere, the right becomes unconscious and vice versa. As for one being, all the others become unconscious and vice versa. As from one perspective, all the others become inaccessible and so on.... Isn't this a much better explanation for what god can do with infinite (!) intelligence/imagination? I mean, does experiencing an ant require the same intelligence as experiencing a superintelligent alien? Are the little bits of information an ant processes really all that god could experience at once? Yeah, you are the only entity, and that's you. Because ants, humans etc. are no real entities/beeings, but different (simoultanious/parallel) persperctives of the same being (god) upon it self. They don't have any independent substance/reality. I could present more arguments but I don't know whether you are even interested in these philosophical abstractions. I just want to remind you to not to be too quickly with stating absolute facts, first of all you can delude and limit yourself and secondly you could delude all your listeners. Maybe you have already overcome the solipsistic phase but not everyone took the work as serious as you did. If you tell your audience everyone is simply an NPC you may cause serious damage. It's important to realize that every limited being is an NPC, including yourself! That the only non-NPC is the only unlimited being called god. We're all on the same way and none of us has figured it all out, because we're all just part of the same game. But don't limit god to single player mode. Within quantum computing all possible processing routes are taken simoultaniously. It's a brainfuck, but closer to reality. This doesnt interfere with the absolute oneness paradigm, it's not a bug but a feature.

@fluffy_fractalshard These things are just projections and archetypes of your mind. Maybe they are really conscious sentient entities woven into the information of the universe, but they are just playing a role if that is the case. There are not literal starships out there in space fighting the exact alien wars you're talking about. It's a psychological thing. And I do think a lot of it is metaphorical.

@IAmReallyImportant I found the alien sex part very unrealistic.

You got me wrong. I dismissed not the psychic but her prediction. I myself do tarot card reading. (but not professionally). My journal is always full of Stage Purple spirituality as well as Green Spirituality. Some psychics are really good and I can easily tell. What put me off was the elaborate nature of the alien experience. Psychics usually provide bits and pieces.

It is funny, I was just about to make a post about psychics, that I don't believe anything enlightened people say about the "objective" world. And That I needed proof for the paranormal, especially things about psychics. Things I don't consider paranormal anymore is synchronicity, even though I have absolutely no idea how that works or how this can be possible, aliens, and the healing power of the self. I'm gonna play the sceptic to show you the possible scam: Do you know that your crown chakra is wide open? Or do you believe it after she told you? That's not something provable. You know that everyone who even thinks about going to a psychic doesn't do it out of rationality, but out of curiosity and intuition. Everyone who goes to the psychic will say that what she mentioned about intuition/insight/downloading information/reading people's emotions. Would say that it is 100percent accurate to them. People who don't believe in the paranormal don't go to psychics, and even those who don't believe in the paranormal them have some kind of "paranormal" experience, they just forget it or think they were tricked by their own mind. Having visions is synchronicity, again I don't know what that is, but a lot of people experience it, it is weird, but it saying that there is synchronicity in your life, doesn't make me a psychic, and it doesn't make her a psychic either. If she had specifically mentioned that you had seen UFO's I would not have made that point. But I guess she didn't, or didn't directly read it out of you. Psychics also use a sequence of things, how you react to previous answers, to guess the next thing they can read out of you. For example (I of course don't know if that is the case) you told her that you have seen UFOS, and she tells you that your soul came from some kind of alien race, that was saved. If you agreed that you had visions of the past, she would have told you that you were a magician in Atlantis or some small deviation of that. Reading someone's personality, is a skill, but not a paranormal one. Some people are really good at it, she read you, not your soul. Or did she tell you something so specific like : your attachement anxiety comes from the fact that your grandmother left you 10 years ago after being diagnosed with lung cancer, and she chose to stay in hospice. I have made countless "soul travel" in a mild hypnotic state. It's just the mind creating them. However an enlightened woman I know claimed you can travel through dimensions when you let go of the nothingness, which is real. I doubt that, honestly. She once spoke russian while being asleep without having learned it. Not sure about if that's the case or just an illusion. Siddhis are also not proven to work by outside observers. I don't say real psychics are not a thing, I have just not seen anything that I would consider proof. Things that I would consider proof are specific things, you write down before on a sheet that are most important to you, and then you see if the psychic tells you those things specifically. If not then it's too general. Self proclaimed psychics all do their research before, those that do that, are scam artists and deserve to be fined for misleading people and scamming them. If someone here claims to be a psychic, then tell me what topic you would like to read from me, I'll write down a lot about the topic, and then compare it after the reading. And I am not paying any money for this experiment, if it works, we might find a way to make it provable and measurable in a quantified way.

Sensation of these mental energies are real, but "cold reading" is also a thing. I don't believe any of the starseed alien nonsense, which is just belief. Just use your common sense. Magic is real, but use your intuition and you'll find all these starseed garbage is basically no different than any made-up religion.

@Nahm @electroBeam Hahahaha. That Christmas vacation gif was very funny to be honest. Reminded me of the Thanksgiving holiday season. This year Thanksgiving is going to be so comical with some people deciding whether to invite people or not for dinner, it's funny how trapped we are with this whole covid thing that Thanksgiving might feel like an alien experience. It truly is adorable though how we can really appreciate even little casual moments in times such as these. Its like all love light laughter until a virus comes along. Bwahahaha.

Green hell 8.5/10 A great survival game with an actual storyline . You take ayahuasca multiple times in the game. It is very enjoyable. Frostpunk 10/10 Great citybuilding/survival game. You are responsible for building a city in the middle of frost that had covered earth. Many will die and you will have to take many hard decisions. Stage blue vibes. Blair witch project 7/10 Nice horror game. You play as a person complaining of PTSD/schizophrenia searching for a missing boy. The long dark 8.5/10 A brilliant survival game in the Canadian wilderness. You are against frost, storms and even wolves. Factorio 8/10 Factories building on an alien planet. Death stranding 9/10 Stunning visuals, calming environment. I think you have heard of it but still. The walking dead series 8/10 Very nice and can get intense and emotional as you develop attachment to the character

If you happen to enjoy exploration and/or survival games, I'd highly recommend Subnautica. Simply put, it's almost certainly the best Survival/Exploration game I've ever played. The game drops you on an alien Ocean world and asks you to survive without any weapons by exploring your environment and understanding its ecology.

This question goes to the heart of identity. I have been working through a lot of this myself. When you toss a stone into the sea of Consciousness, your realizations ripple outward. It can be disorienting. Everything you based your identity on begins to dissolve. 1. My person is an illusion. 2. The persons I love are also an illusion. 3. The entire world is an illusion. 4. What does morality mean? 5. Why does anything matter? For me, the solace has been returning to the core realization. I am Consciousness. When I realize Consciousness, what is it? Does Consciousness feel like an alien scientist that is spinning out energy forms in a sterile cosmic laboratory? Partly yes, but it is much more than that. Consciousness also feels infinitely abundant, and eternally brims with light and love. There is no hatred, evil, or suffering in it. These things only exist in the world of form, not because they are Conscious, but because they are Unconscious. The realization of Consciousness is the banishing of these things, and the battle between Consciousness and Unconsciousness goes forever. One cannot exist without the other, and both are inevitable, as long as Consciousness dreams. This morning, I was wondering why the Buddha, after his enlightenment, felt compassion for the world. He knew that the world is an illusion, including the people in it. Why feel compassion for a dream, with such ferocity that you are willing to leave Nirvana, and spend another 40 years loving characters in the dream? The Buddha knew that Consciousness created the world for a reason. People are not only dream characters; we are Consciousness itself, dreaming. Consciousness is divine. The creations it enlivens are its temple. We are not just abstract video characters; we are the divine experiencing its own creation. Sorry for the long answer, but it boils down to this. Realizing Consciousness frees you from fear, but not from responsibility. Waking up from the dream actually creates responsibility. Consciousness is committed to its creation, and it loves through you.