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@Samuel Garcia I'm not enlightened, I'm not an authority on what is 'true' or not, but your question prompted a little thought experiment in my head which provides a metaphorical answer to your question. Let's start by removing ourselves from humanity, so we don't get too personal about this. Let's say humanity flat out doesn't exist. Never did, never will. Instead, there is an advanced alien species. Let's call them the Krull. The Krull have a life span of 200 years. They have figured out suspended animation, which allows them to put their bodies into hibernation for long periods of time. They have also figured out how to directly implant a virtual reality into the brain - so films and other kinds of entertainment can be experienced from a first person perspective: You experience the film AS the main character with all the senses engaged, not just sight and sound. The Krull are interested in interstellar travel, but they can't travel faster than light. This means some pioneering Krull have volunteered to go on a one-way mission to the nearest star - a journey which will take 75 years. The spaceship is tiny to save on fuel and resources - no bigger than the space shuttle. A 75 year voyage on that would drive anyone mad! So to save our heroes' sanity (& minimise food), they are to go into suspended animation. But to keep their brains from deteriorating from non-use for such a long time, they need to be plugged into a VR system. The difference is, though, that they have to believe the life they are living, otherwise their brains will still wither (for whatever reason). So instead of watching a film, a computer sequentially generates a 75 year experience for them. For whatever reason, it's safer not to have them live a Krull life (in case they remember who they are and 'wake up'), so the VR programmers construct an imaginary species, called humans. The Krull will live a human life, with complete belief that they are human, that their sensory experiences are 100% true, for a 75 year life span, despite the fact that humans do not and never have existed. For the Krull/Humans, though, none of this is known. They remember nothing before their birth. They absolutely believe in the world their senses are telling them is out there. This is reinforced by the appearance of the billions of humans they can see, who all tell them that OF COURSE Earth and humanity are real. OF COURSE what the Krull/Human is seeing, hearing, feeling is really what is out there. And OF COURSE all other humans are feeling things too. OF COURSE they feel hunger. But do they? Remember the other humans are really just VR data. Image and sound and texture - not a living being. Does a collection of image and sound and texture feel hunger? No matter how compelling it looks and sounds, does it actually FEEL hunger? Now prove that you are not a Krull on that spaceship.

Entry 33 | Serving Your Desires Theory: When inspiration hits and a desire begins to grow, it is your duty to honour that desire and see it through to the end. Applying it: No matter how radical your desire may be, recognise it without passing judgment on it and work towards it. Very recently, I've been hit with a desire that I never saw coming. And yet it seems so obvious to me that I can't believe that I had never considered it before. For 10 years, people have recognised me for being a guitar player and singer. My new desire is now suggesting that my next calling in life is for percussion. I'm not going to lie, this comes from being heavily inspired by Evelyn Glennie. She has a wonderful playfulness about her work that I like to believe that I have myself, not to mention being extremely talented as a percussion player. But to reach this point in my musical life and then suddenly wonder "maybe guitar playing is not for me anymore," it is a very scary concept. It's not suddenly like I hate guitar playing because my passions for music are still as high as ever. I prefer to think of it as an evolution into my new self. Back when I was a metal-head and listened to nothing but shred electric guitar solos, the whole concept of becoming an acoustic guitarist seemed like an alien concept to both myself and others around me. However, my desire to become an acoustic guitarist remained persistent and strong. Now, it feels so natural to play the acoustic guitar. Even a lot of people at university were shocked to hear about my metal background when I first told them. I have now read the first chapter of Think and Grow Rich which, coincidentally, talks about the power of having a burning desire. As a musician, it is very easy to look back on how my desires have shaped me to become the player I am now. Without them, I would not be at university studying music and learning new musical instruments. Then the idea hit me: I can use these same desires for every single aspect of my life to get the results that I want. Whether it be earning money, finding a great relationship, reaching a higher state of consciousness, having a kid, having an idea for a book, having a new business idea, or maybe simply having more instruments! If I can honestly believe in my ability to get those things, they will come for sure. That's why for now, the idea of becoming a percussion player doesn't seem unachievable. The desire within me is coming from such a deep, unfathomable place that I have no choice but to surrender to it. The bizarre thing is that before I recognized this desire, I was constantly using my hands to drum on my body, on table tops, on anything and everything! It's as though my hands were screaming to me that I have a new calling in life. My sense of rhythm is perhaps my biggest musical asset and my mind is very good at thinking mathematically (I got a higher grade in A Level Maths than I did for Music). All the tell-tale signs were there. I just had to become conscious of it! My desires have changed. It's time to drop everything and focus on it. It's not going to be easy because many people will still consider me as only a guitar player. While I will undoubtedly continue to play the guitar, my new calling in life will unfold as I experiment with new instruments and sounds. How do I know it is a desire that will serve me? Because it utilizes my assets and pushes me into new challenges at the same time. Because it is so outlandish and unnecessary that it still sounds exciting and rewarding. But most important, it is a desire because it comes from a deep sense of love about the existence that I experience. Pick of the day: Selene - Michael Manring

@Emerald Wilkins Hallucinations interwoven with reality... sometimes eyebrows disappeared, sometimes the mouth disappeared, there weren't much colours, and sometimes there was no point of focus and all details were treated equally and then sometimes all would be almost black except for the face in the middle. The face would look old, beautiful, alien, monstrous and just sort of morph around. But it was all tied to what my eyes were perceiving, it wasn't like a DMT-trip

My Very First Lucid Dream. Ever. The first thing I remember of it is me, lying on my bed, warm under the covers, sweating (but the comfortable kind of sweating), with tingling sensations all throughout my body. And I just knew I was lucid dreaming, I knew I was, I just had this intuitive sense. So what is the first thing I do in my first ever lucid dream? I get out of the covers, and fly through the window over my garden. There's a being there, tall, all black, an alien humanoid. I fly next to it, we float upwards for a while, and then I go back down, in water, it's bubbling, there are little orangish lights everywhere, it's beautiful. And then I go back up, in front of my house, take a car. It's a weird car, it's orange, the steering wheel isn't complete, the top is missing. I turn the car on without the ignition keys, start driving, it's a pain to steer, and it's slow as fuck. So I decide to fly, I try to get to Geneva but I can't, I'm blocked by an invisible wall, the end of the map. And that's it. It's the end. I decide to just stop the dream. And I do. Reflections : Why did I do that? Why didn't I just sit there and did nothing? Why? For the first time I have control over what happens in my dream, and I do that. I didn't have control, I had the illusion of control. There's no free will. There just isn't free will. No free will at all. It's interesting to finally experience it. Fascinating, even.

When I read that I assumed Leo meant universes. Universes can be different sizes like expanding bubbles, and some of them could have absolutely no viable life in them, others with bizarre alien operating principles, other that snuff themselves out in seconds, and every comprehensible variation. Technically infinity can contain all these infinite universes, so I'm not sure where the infinite infinities come in.

For a newbie, all these talk are so hard to comprehend ! I mean, enlightenment is actually a very simple thing, but to explain it to a newbie, we have to use so many metaphors and analogies that it feels like we are talking to an alien race

thanks for your answers and your interesting comments on it. I knew that there must be some People that have the same sensations. Funny that there seems to be a German Community within this Forum :-) I will just go on sharing my main insight. (I didn`t read or hear this anywhere, so it is my "copryright" ;-) I consider the No-thingness or Life that I am like a non-physical unique channel of universal consciousness. So it is like a Radio channel (also the comparison is not 100% accurate, but just for sake of explaining) that is unbounded, unlimited and infinite. Body and mind are like a device which is able to receive this channel (of Life or nothingness) on a unique frequency (which displays your individual perspective). But of course the waves of this channel are everywhere, so when your body moves to another place, of Course your "Awareness-Radio" is still receiving because you (the Life or Nothingness-Channel) are just everywhere. When you travel with a radio device, the sound of your favorite Radio Station does not travel within the device, but the waves are receivable at the new place and even while driving (if they are receivable). So it is not consciousness slipping in one Body and moving along with it. It is the Body (made of earth) that moves within the infinite field of "radio" waves. Therefore you are aware and can use your individual sense perceptions through body and mind to experience illusions like all kinds of dualities, being a seperate Entity etc. etc. that is not a permanent prank that is played on you, it is the one and only possibility that you evolve. when you sleep, just the device is taking a break, the "Programme" is still there, but there is no Aware receiving. Before you were born your Programme was also there of course and in fact YOU built your device (body-mind) by yourself and within yourself as you are the channel called Life/God/No-Thingness. And Life wants to evolve and to get to know itself through all possible perspectives. Life/Nothingness waves are of course everywhere in Existence and flowing through all other life, "solid" material etc.. As you are that, you are connected to everything that is. So every individual plant, every animal, every other human being but also every "dead" material like a rock has it`s own frequency to receive the "Channel of Life/Nothingness/Everything/God/Energy (you Name it) And the physical is just a Play of 5 Elements (Earth, Water, Fire, Air and Space) "the cosmic Dance". Within all life forms, you are also present. So you are also responsible (Response-able) for them which is very much in line with Existense. as human beings we are able to "finetune" our device in a way that our awareness rises to the exact frequency of the Life-Channel and this is what enlightenment means. It is the highest possibility on earth. There are also short term peaks possible for example with Psychedellics (5Meo dmt). But be careful, it is a physical Body and damages of the System are possible. Most human beings are content with less than 1% of their potential of awareness. But the longing to be boundless, infinite is within everyone. That is why human beings are never happy with what they have or have reached. They want to mirror their own nature which is unlimited. But they simply don`t know how. They are even not Aware what is driving them. when your Body dies, your awareness has no device. So it naturally merges with the universal consciousness, but your being continues to exist of course. Near Death Experiences are the stages in between. your awareness Releases the Body and moves towards the universal consciousness, but as Long as there is the potential that your device will function again, you are in the Twilight Zone so to speak. And of Course there are other beings around. and the cool Thing is that you don`t have to communicate, you can just "download" what you like to know. (in fact really enlightened beings can do this while on earth). So if you like to know it is to be Lionel Messi, Bill Gates, Donald Trump, an alien or Darth Vader. No Problem just zoom in and download it. What will you create after being human, thats another big and exiting question. If you haven`t got out of your life what your Intention was, then you probably create another human being. You have to do an extra round, unawareness or compulsions moves in cycles. But if you passed your human-Kindergarten-test and mastered this level, then let`s go to another Galaxy or Universe and create a another device which is even more advanced and superior to human beings. I expect less suffering, but who knows what I will choose when I don`t know my options yet ;-))) so your Life is not some boring senseless Nothing as some of you seem to fear. Why should you suffer anything when you know your true nature. Forget about so called Fear and suffering, move at full throttle! Life is really cool guys!!!! As Sadhguru says. It is not about becoming super-human. It is about realizing being human is super. That is so true!! universal regards, Wendelin

I'm still terrified of the cold approach. I work in a busy service environment where it is easy for me to practice breaking out of my shell. And I find myself out of that shell more and more now. Simple things like commenting on someone's outfit or helping someone with a query are routine occurrences. Especially if there is an attractive girl, I am able to introduce some flirtation into the mix. But given that I'm at work, it's hard to really escalate to a number close. However I do find my introversion to be a powerful magnet. It sucks me back in and says that my successful interactions were isolated events, not to be trusted.. And I'm wondering, would people recommend doing the thousands of pure cold approaches Leo has recommended before? I.e. Taking it on as a project where I do ten a day or something for a couple of weeks? That's a lot of emotional turmoil for me.. Have people found this endeavor to remove them from their shells completely? Perhaps all I need is more time for my introversion to naturally fall away.. Because the cold approaching still seems so foreign and alien and petrifying to me!

7731 ...and the new video is ooooon... money! Nice topic when America just got a tycoon as a president... Nice topic when just some days ago I wrote a german poetry slam on being poor. It brings many funny stories with it, like Leos when they had to light candles because their electricity was cut off. No, seriously about most of the stuff that has to do with the lack of money I do laugh now. Still, when I think of the future I tend to worry... At least I can say that I am not afraid of the word business and it´s not that I am completely idealess about what I could do. The thing is that I don´t want to walk on thin ice. I know that I don´t know much about it and I want to learn. Last semester I even tried to attend a course from the business administration faculty to get a taste of the basics but it was a way too time and energy consuming investigation and I decided to put my focus on other things first... That´s another struggle with self actualization... To take decisions on what to learn first because somehow, it´s all important because it´s all part of life... Health, relationships, spirituality... money... depression I´ve learned to get through my downs. My very low psychological downs. When they end I get caught in something I call an identity crisis. I do not have neurotic thoughts anymore but I am extremely problematized about who I want to be and what I want to do. It is basically going from thinking nothing is possible and the world is ending to everything is possible and just take responsibility. The power scares me and paralyzes me. I spent last week sort of hiding in my four walls, rearranging my life and making up a plan that will, freeze time for me in a sense. I took a couple of decisions and had some realizations on what I really need and want and how "I bloom". time Let´s be honest. Learning takes its time and making a really good plan, mental preparation and training execution-they all take time. Last week there was this episode on culture (I do the worksheets by the way). Do you know the Lewis model of how time is understood in different cultures? I found that very interesting when I read about it around a year ago http://www.businessinsider.com/how-different-cultures-understand-time-2014-5?IR=T . I think it´s a little like an invisible religion. Everytime one looks at the clock, "one does his/her prayor" and I like to think of all those expressions we use about time and I like to replace the word by "life". I have no time vs I have no life. Wasting time vs wasting life. I don´t have time for that vs I don´t have life for that. In some expressions you can even replace it with death. Even though for us humans time is always a symbol of finiteness it allows us to somehow cover up the direct confrontation with the finiteness of our lives themselves. Then there are people who are pressured by it, or are addicted to this invisible weird thing. Seriously... And there are all those other perspectives from which you can look at it, not just semantics or philosophy or psychology-how about physics? Do you remember this elder man I told you about who I visited in summer, my neighbour John? Before I left he said that I should remember that time is stretchable and suppressable. How did he mean that? I can´t stretch and suppress time... Or do I? I don´t even know if behind this construct, this concept there is something I can truly grasp. Uh life´s so weird... And then "time runs". Like water. Don´t get me started in that one... spiderweb Let me tell you something... Even though the journal helps me in some ways I find it stupid. I never feel wise writing the journal and I know I´d never feel wise even if I ever accomlished saying something wise. The only time I feel wise in my life is like in situations like this morning, when I am silent, I am standing between some trees and the sun is shining through the clouds and I can hear the wind and see the trees moving and the leaves falling down like oversize confetti. My life is like vision through a spider web. I can see the web, I can see what´s behind but I can´t see it in all clarity and all beauty. But I can see it and I know it´s real just like the web is real. Now one could just get rid of that strangely transparent but still visible web by destroying it... If one overcomes the fear of the spider... Who made the web... And if one is willing to get a little dirty... I wish real life was as simple as removing spider webs. I used to be afraid of spiders by the way... But then I learned loving them. My favorite is Bagheera Kiplingi. Obviously because it´s cute, colourful and vegan. But please note that I´ve never encountered one in real life. wind Okay we talked about time and money and spiders so let me give in to the wind... I remember being a child and sticking my hand out of the cars window to feel the wind because wind was really soft even when it was very, very strong and sometimes even painful. And when it is really strong and on an island surrounded by the sea it tends to get really strong then sometimes it builds so much resistance that you can´t really close that little hand and it feels as if you can hold it. As if this ungraspable gas is an object. Okay, okay I know I should stop my isolation because I am starting to look at the world like an alien again but I really love it and let me continue... And I remember as a child that in winter I would go outside sometimes and literarly let myself fall against the wind without falling down and that was pure awesomenes. My grandfather from my fathers side died when I was a child but he once told my mother that a life in which he can´t feel the wind in his face is unworthy living to him. When he was brought to the hospital and realized that from now on he´d be bed bound he just died within weeks, in fact he died when I was on a vacation in Germany. Sometimes I wonder if he committed suicide. He loved his life but I can imagine him doing so. If he did then I think it was smart because nobody there had the knowledge or knew how to get access to the knowledge that would had made the situation financialy, psychologicaly and medicaly best. So... A life away from my values is no life, I do not want to die in misery and I want to be brave enough to end it in case all hope gets lost rather than suffer waiting for death but before all I want to enable myself to get and sustain my dream life as long as possible and that ladies and gentlemonkeys... Well, I´m working on that... DNA, a little family history and geography Leaving aside all cultural influences... I have some influences through my genes too. I have influences on who I think or used to think I am just by the landscape I grew up in... As I was going through one of my so called identity crisis I digged up memories again and tried to remember good memories to find my way to set my life in a way I´ll get more of those. First I want to mention that my mother mainly grew up in a small village near Munich in Germany. As a child she´d swimm in a river and she even said that together with other kids they´d build a float, a raft from woodpieces and float on the river with that... And dad? Well dad grew up on the island (I just noticed that I like saying island instead of Rhodes and Greece because I feel uncomfortable doing so) in a small village at the foot of the highest mountain. He´d walk miles and miles as a child. He had no toys apart from a slingshot but he and his siblings shared a donkey (all this is from second sources because he never talks to me about the past and actually there have been years in which he sort of did not talk with me at all-imagine something like the grandpa of Heidi and no, not the cartoon)... None of my anchestors are city people, not even town people in fact. None of my anchestors have gone to university and none of my anchestors were saving money with 13 I think, to buy a Nintendo DS light... (Red coloured of course because when I was a child red was my favourite colour). Me? I grew up pendling between town and the sea coast middle of nowhere and some summer vacations in Germany. I have felt being ripped out of context about a million times. I remember something though. I remember being at that beach with walls of rocks on both the left and the right side and I was there with one of, if not my best friend from the closest village, ( I think I´ll dedicate a whole entry to her one day because humans have fascinated me a lot throughout this life) and we were jumping from that rocks into the water. We were on the second highest rock (I said I´d jump from the highest with 18 but with 18 despite visiting the island I did not visit this beach) and from experience I can tell that the longer you wait the worse it gets and I was trying to overcome my resistance looking at the view from up there (be ensured that it was great), I took a mental photograph at that moment and then thought "It´s my house/home (in greek that´s one word for both)" and jumped. My summers as a child were mostly spent on beaches and this beach in particular was something I knew in and out. It was part of home. I was never deeply patriotic but I liked nature and being part of it and that has not changed untill today. Oh and don´t you dare assume that all other kids felt the same way. Like even my brother who had the potential to feel similarly to me did not simply because he is afraid of deep waters... And climbing rocks was never his thing either-he read comics and books instead. I´m not afraid despite the fact when I was a child I did as well have this other friend who was living by the port (the island has two ports-that´s the small one) and one day we were really deep in the sea and she thought it would be fun to just push me under water with zero warning... Obviously I thought this was my end and that I will have to die but somehow even without having taken a breath I made it back to the surface... pfff... The stupidity of humans is more dangerous than any octopus, crab, sea eal or eagle or big wave. Okay, whatever, I´ll go do the worksheet now... No, actually just allow me to keep talking... Oh and I sound like a grandma-no seriously- when I tell stories about my life I tend to talk about them in a tone as if my life is already over... I have so many memories of so many people and experiences. At least my perspectives come from something real that allows me to recognize and relate to other people. Sometimes I feel the urge to just hold the impression I got from a person from who I learned something or shared any experience with. Sometimes I don´t want to write about myself at all. I tend to isolate myself, still humans are my main teachers and therefore inspirations. I could watch them forever. It started in kindergarden... I was late and the others were already playing a game that translates to something like "there comes there comes the bee" where kids walk in a row forming a circle and sing and pass under each others arms and clap and shit like that and I looked at this and had one simple thought: What the fuck? This made zero sense, was completely stupid, non creative, non adveturous and had nothing to do with bees... Of course I had to conform after a while and participate. Later in elementary I kept mostly observing rather than participating... In second or third of elementary the kid sitting next to me got incredibly angry because I was constantly staring at him. The teacher had to change my seat... I´d stare at people and I would notice everything. When I was 8 or 9 the teacher said to my mum that I was so silent that she forgets my existance. I think with 10 or 11 I started to stare less at everyone and focused on drawing cartoon frogs on my books (in Greece school books are freshly printed every year and made of simple paper-most children throw them away when the school year is over and in higher grades they like to rip out the pages or even burn them-yes they absolutely love going to school or learning... not...). my theory is that I got inspired by a character in a manga comic I´d read sometimes who had an obsession with frogs-not that I identified with her but I definitely found this authentic... Okay I forgot where I wanted to go with this...

I haven't smoked weed in over a year now. It wasn't really that hard to stop after having that panic attack. I mean i had terrible depersonalization because of that. I didn't recognise myself in the mirror, familiar places seemed alien to me, thats btw how i found non duality and enlightenment googling the symptomps. It gradually went away in 2-3 months, meditating helped alot. well id like to just be able to do normal stuff without being anxious. It's hard to get enjoyment from normal activities when your not feeling so good.

These are all valid points; during the holocaust it was morally acceptable and even encouraged to expose Jews and hand them over to authorities. In this context discrimination and violence against a group of people was approved under legislation. This type of morality was acceptable because it was serving the ones in power. If people cut off a jew's head and posted it, would it instill any reaction from the public of those times? The same dynamics occur in all other contexts of domination of one group over another: slavery during the 17th and 18th centuries; native american persecution etc. And it is happening today in for e.g islamic states where normal might mean stoning your woman to death if she doesn't want to marry you or in societies where morality is about crying over a decapitated puppy picture and being indifferent to the miserable life and slaughter of millions of cows. Afghan women are good potential wives. Puppies are cute friends. Cows are good hamburgers. Blacks are good cotton harvesters etc etc etc See this is the dynamic i'm talking about. Morality looks a lot like a self serving thing. And you pointed it out yourself very well; it isn't anywhere in reality. I guess you and I can only be grateful we don't live in an alien invasion context where being a human is a fundamental flaw that needs discrimination.

Not really (to the alien), when you understand what these people mean when they say ego. Would encourage everyone to have a second look at that.

Adyashanti talks about how he still experiences ego reactions, they just get recognised for what they are very quickly. Jed McKenna talks about how he still has to 'wear' his old ego in order to funtion as a person. It appears as thought the enlightened state - if it exists - is far more alien than most people want to believe/imagine

To quote Enchiridion: "There are things which are within our power, and there are things which are beyond our power. Within our power are opinion, aim, desire, aversion, and, in one word, whatever affairs are our own. Beyond our power are body, property, reputation, office, and, in one word, whatever are not properly our own affairs. Now, the things within our power are by nature free, unrestricted, unhindered; but those beyond our power are weak, dependent, restricted, alien. Remember, then, that if you attribute freedom to things by nature dependent, and take what belongs to others for your own, you will be hindered, you will lament, you will be disturbed, you will find fault both with gods and men. But if you take for your own only that which is your own, and view what belongs to others just as it really is, then no one will ever compel you, no one will restrict you, you will find fault with no one, you will accuse no one, you will do nothing against your will; no one will hurt you, you will not have an enemy, nor will you suffer any harm. Aiming therefore at such great things, remember that you must not allow yourself any inclination, however slight, towards the attainment of the others; but that you must entirely quit some of them, and for the present postpone the rest. But if you would have these, and possess power and wealth likewise, you may miss the latter in seeking the former; and you will certainly fail of that by which alone happiness and freedom are procured. Seek at once, therefore, to be able to say to every unpleasing semblance, “ You are but a semblance and by no means the real thing.” And then examine it by those rules which you have; and first and chiefly, by this: whether it concerns the things which are within our own power, or those which are not; and if it concerns anything beyond our power, be prepared to say that it is nothing to you." I've definitely learned that through experience. That realization however also sparked a need for a certain outcome, which upon not meeting made me miserable.

Hey all, First a little contextualization, if you dont want to read here is the question: What are the main pros and cons of the coaching/psychology dichotomy? I have this family circumstance, it's been a hard year for me and although i've gotten better and i'm really happy with my results so far my family is not that happy. I think it's mainly because i'm unemployed but my efforts so far are not enough for them and they want me to become a full fledged professional (anthropology is my degree) or something more "conventional". They know i don't want anthropology (although i like marketing and innovation but here in Colombia is more of work with minorities and gov work) and i'm thriving for other areas more fulfilling to myself but whatever, i'm not bending. Anyway for some time they've been flirting with the idea of me and a psychologist/psychoanalyst, i don't like to wallow in the past and for my experience in anthropology, although i'm no expert, i dont trust on the psychology theory and methods to treat people. What i do like is the opportunity to share with someone and just talk, lately i feel that no one gets me and can't talk to anyone about my life, feeling a little alien i guess but i know waking from the matrix is hard (i know i have you guys and i love the community here but it's really different interacting with someone in person). I've had some approaches with coaching and i really like the fact that someone wants to understand me and get the best of me -contrary to someone judge me and wanting to fit into a specific mold. I'm not a coach expert neither but i think that would be my way. I'd like to ask you your thoughts about this dichotomy coaching/psychology and if someone could illustrate me on pros and cons that would be great. Also if some coach sees this you know you have a potential client

It All Began With Stories I feel like childhood is paradoxically both a wondrous time and an early identity crisis. I realized that I both loved my childhood and I'm fondly nostalgic of it. What I fondly remember from childhood is the deep connection to my grandmother and to books. When I was a baby and a child, my grandma read to me all the time, and that expanded my amazing imagination. My grandma would read me picture books and I still deeply connect to these books. Confession-but I still go to the children's section in the library and the bookstore to read books at my childhood. Whenever I went over to a friend's house for dinner, than I would deeply connect to their library and I would alienate myself there just reading all the books. It gave me a deep sense of relaxation and it didn't matter if I was alone. I realize that when I watched movies, listened to music, or read stores, than it felt like I was on the greatest high ever. Some people escape reality through drugs and alcohol to get drunk or high but books and life were my fix! I would be so deeply immersed in the story that I felt like I was a character in the world. My dreams are rich with stories and this passion for stories triggered a spark in me! A spark that would last for life! However, my obsession with stories, made me "weird." I would go through school days, particularly in gym class or in public, in a trance. I would get so excited that I would talk aloud to myself. From my perspective, I was talking to my characters and would go in and out of character voices. I would do a smooth British accent one minute and a Cockney/Aussie accent on a dime. Yeah it is awkward and humiliating but it feels cathartic! I remember when people would mimic me or ask "why do you talk to yourself?" I would dodge the question because I felt like it would destroy the mystery of my mind. I felt like I was a alien in human form among normal people and I couldn't maintain my cover. One of my greatest struggles throughout my life was "being normal." Whenever I hear the word "normal" I think of it as a deep betrayal to my authenticity. I see "normal" as dumbing yourself down to be a spineless coward. Normal is not "being yourself." It is rejecting yourself! I realize that storytelling and creating stories links deeply to my life purpose. I feel like my life purpose is "to create stories that deeply resonate with yourself and with other readers who share your passion. Stories is how you convey your own insights about your passions and life! You can experiment in a variety of niches! I want your life to focus on discovering storytelling in all mediums and master the art of storytelling." I will learn how to be a master storyteller where I can be completely authentic and self-expressive that my stories come to life. My stories can be deeply existentialist and broad and rich with themes and ideas but still highly relatable and yet personal. My stories can also be simple yet deep like haikus or vignettes! Or my stories can focus entirely on conveying deep emotions like laughter and contemplation! However, I don't want to write for the masses! I want to be subversive and value creative freedom where I have the impunity to tell my own stories. I want to be unapologetically authentic and not give a fuck what people think! I want the personal power to embrace my creativity and not sell my soul to the fucking Devil. People can hate on me all they want and I strive to be unapologetic and devil may care!!

I thought it would be a great idea if all of us as a community post our answer's to Leo's worksheet he gave us for his latest video. From my experience, beliefs are so hidden, and deceptive in our minds that sometimes it can be hard to even acknowledge or identify them. Though if all of us post our answers to the worksheet, other people's answers might guide ourselves to look in areas of our mind that we might have totally forgotten, or areas that are so deceptive or hidden, that we wouldn't have even thought of otherwise. I didn't have enough time to finish mine(have a test tomorrow) but here are some of mine: Some of my pet theories are... - Donald trump is a good guy - Gravity is real - That thing is a helicopter - The belief that I believe everything - The belief that freedom is beautiful - I believe in space - I will be a successful business person in the future - I will get a high mark for my exams in 3 weeks Some things that I know FOR SURE are... - That’s a pen - I am a truthful person - Enlightenment is going to be the thing that makes me fulfilled and happy in life - I do not believe in gravity Some beliefs which would be ridiculous to question are... - Santa clause, tea pot monster, there’s an alien under my table are all real, my parent’s think that meditation is stupid - Sun isn’t going shine tomorrow - The world doesn’t exist - There is not an alien outside the front door - My parents are not from another planet - My homework is not fun - Some things that I believe but haven’t actually experienced are... - The earth is round - That mars looks the way that it does - Felix thinks im an idiot - That enlightenment will give me happiness - That success will make me happy - Some assumptions necessary for my worldview to make sense are... - Everything is made of matter - That I exist - Space exists - That the world is physical - Cells exist - atoms exist - there are stars outside of our solar system - fire is burnt from heat - Capitalism is the best system and better than communism - my parents' love is real - social justice warriors are evil people Some of my meta beliefs are - I am a rational person - That I am aware of all of my beliefs - That I am aware of what leo is saying about meta beliefs

Are you in control of your heart beat? Your mind? The air you breathe? Let’s say you have limited control. What gives you that limited control? Consciousness? But then, animals have consciousness too. Are they in control? If not, why? Because they’re a lower order of consciousness? Well, what’s there to determine that our relatively high level of consciousness gives us control? Is that to imply that animals with greater consciousness are in more control than animals with more limited consciousness? What if there’s an alien species out there that dwarfs our level of consciousness? To them, wouldn’t we be seen as low-conscious and not in control of any of our actions? Would we be seen to them as merely ants in an ant farm?

WEEK 14 This was a messy period. Some of these notes were written days later than actual events occurred. DAY 92 25 minute mantra meditation. Today I did recovery of some lost posts due to server crash. I read through some older posts in my journal and I can say that I have forgotten so much. I have reached a 1/4 milestone of my journaling commitment. Much has happened. I tried out mantra meditation. It was different from what I expected. After 15 minutes of "oooommmm" it feels different from when you start. I have forgotten to adjust timer for 30 minutes. Oops. I spent 3-4 hours arranging my all time photos dating from 2006. That was a one long memory trip for me. Since 2012 I have started what I call "photo diary". These are photos arranged in chronological order that capture both my simple daily activities and special moments like trips or certain unusual events. I usually capture about 800 moments per year and it all reminded me so much that I have forgotten. Sometimes I think that when I die all this can go to my grandchildren so they can see my life since I was 22 years old and all the stuff a person can go through their life. It also shows how much I struggled with smoking and how many times I quit and started smoking again, all my attempts to take control of my life, my little failures and successes. This should be a good kick in the ass to start doing things that matter long term. It is almost sleep time and I have remembered that I did not exercise today. I went for a 5 km walk today but to be honest that does not fully compensate missing exercise. 1 tiny finger crack. DAY 93 20 minute yoga. 30 minute breathing meditation. I tried out new yoga routine. First I was like "oh, this is nice, I can't do it properly yet, but in time I will learn". It was physically much more demanding than the one I was doing until now. Towards the end I encountered couple poses that are just impossible for me because of both flexibility and muscle strength. Gotta get ready for them side-planks with one leg lifted. I will look for some other routine tomorrow. I feel this one was too big of a leap in difficulty at the moment. Fingers cracked 0 times. DAY 94 20 minute yoga. 30 minute breathing meditation. Fingers cracked 0 times. DAY 95 20 minute yoga. 45 minutes of Zazen. Fingers cracked 0 times. Today I learned about zazen. We did 20 minutes of sitting, 5 minutes walking and another 20 minutes of sitting. There was an attempt to replicate the original tradition so the teacher was walking around with a stick and patting us on a shoulder from time to time. Really can't say this helped to concentrate as it is supposed to, actually, it was kind of funny. Also, he walked really silently so I was not sure where he was exactly and the stick would found me unexpectedly. Adjusted my yoga routine a little bit. I have decided not to change it completely but gradually make some changes by including new poses or adjusting old ones. Fingers cracked 0 times. After this day I lost control of what is happening and for the next 7 days I lived a rather low consciousness life. I did not meditate, did not exercise, ate all kinds of food - sometimes fine, sometimes not. I watched tv series, played games a little bit, watched some gaming related streams and smoked. During these days my flatmates have moved out so there also was a lot of stuff to take care off. DAY 96 DAY 97 DAY 98 One important thing that I managed to take care of is finger cracking. Fingers cracked 1 time this week. WEEK 15 DAY 99 - Chaos DAY 100 - Chaos DAY 101 - Chaos DAY 102 - Chaos DAY 103 - Retreat DAY 104 - Retreat DAY 105 - Retreat Shift of routine was extreme. From chilling, watching tv series, streams or playing games and smoking to waking up at 5 am and going to meditate. Some of the stuff we did made me feel uncomfortable because it seemed a bit too weird, too alien for me. Although as the time went by I got used to that. All in all it was an experience which is very difficult to put in words. I met some open-minded and open-hearted (if there is such an expression) people. Some stuff they said sounded a bit too woo-woo for me some stuff was really eye-opening. I still have a lot of mixed feelings. Saturday was the most intense day - 4 sessions of meditation each of them lasted an hour + 30 minute yoga and 30 minute breathing exercises. My knees were wrecked. It was very difficult physically not even talking about all mental and emotional difficulties. However, it was very much worth it. Next week I will adjust journaling format. Not exactly sure how. I think there is no need to write exactly how much time I meditated or how much time was spent doing yoga every day. Nobody cares. This helped me to stay disciplined but focusing on time spent is not what matters. What matters is my own personal experience. What matters is process. One thing that I have brought back from retreat is this: "There is no greater authority than your own personal experience" This resonated strongly with me. REVIEW OF WEEK 14-15 Goal review The usual goal review does not really apply here because the experience is very much split. Half of the time I followed through, half of it I have totally lost it. Some important notes: Finally success in handling finger cracking habit. Removing it from my goal list although I have to keep an eye on it for at least the first week of work, because I did not crack my fingers while I was on holidays. Ate only vegetarian food during retreat which was surprisingly pleasant and did not felt like something was missing at all. Experienced an effect of an intense meditation practice. Thoughts Things are moving forward. A lot of things happened and some of them require time to settle down. New goal Morning routine adjustment: Waking up at 6 am; Lemon water; Breathing exercises; 20 minutes yoga; 30 minutes meditation; Shower; 30 minutes for learning, contemplating or memorizing. Next week I will come back to usual daily journaling focusing more on the experiences that occur. Thank you so much for reading this, WIth Love, TakeCare

Shivering just thinking about alien ? speaking through the radio ? Then im like, im an alien to him too. He must be scared af

Would you be excited if an emotion 1000 times more negative than everything you have ever known was your experience.everyday life can be exciting if you approach your psychology with the right techniques.you do not want to experience something like this my friend I assure you.this emotion cannot be controlled the only way is the way to back to the body...it is not spoken through a human mouth this language it is more like an alien broadcasting through an old radio

Dear Leo First please accept my deepest gratitude for all your work... there is a gap , massive gap, there is theory, that can be interpreted in milloins of ways and the applications are not straight forward, and then there are the enlightened masters who speak in symbols (if they do speak) so what happens in between it seems that nobody wants to talk about... Nobody that i came across with , nobody but you, so far that i am grateful and certainly many people who folow your videos and have signed up for your book list (for which also i am so grateful, it would have been taken me ages to stumble upon all these books individually) share the same gratitude i think... I have been pracitcing meditation but not on regular basis, for several years now, and only in the last few months started dedicating more time and doing it daily, following your self-enquiry and strong determination seating... i am also in process of doing 3-4 times a day one hour seating.... Something happened to me when i did the neti neti with you ,,, i dont find many words to describe but there was silence the kind i have never known before, deep, veyr silent silence, silence that felt like i needed and wanted so much, perhaps my mind stopped thinking for fraction of a second, in any case, it rendered everything else i have experienced so far a bit pointless, so that now i am less and less focused on what i would pursue in the past... ?.. My mind keeps going over your words, and yes i know you may say that the mind cant comprehend this things, but for now thats the only tool i have and thinking is the only thing i know... You say i am nothingness.... that contains space and time.. . this means me and you and everyone else is the same nothingness so there is no distinction between me Lily and pretty much everything else around me ... and that the nothingness which is constant was there before the body as i know it and identify with started its existence,,, so why is the nothingness linked/attached to this particual self/body/entity? why is it that the nothingness that i am is perceiving things through this particular Lily the person ? if i am to my body the same as to a coffee table, then why is it that an assigning/identifying to this particular body took place? ... i am trying to keep my mind open for this possibility and just contemplate or go in silence with it... what helps is that i go back to moments from childhood, something very vividly stuck with me, in kindergarten when i wasnt allowed to go out of the balcony there was this overwhelming sense of ability to hover/fly/disperse in space but frustration that i was somehow contained in this body, the first time i looked at my own legs, as i was putting on a colourful leggings i was given, i have realised that ohh so these are my legs, this is me? it felt scary and alien and ver often as a child i would look in the mirror and not buy into that this is me.. perhaps these are just childish nonsense, but it helps to present to my mind an alternative scenario that i did have some 32 years ago of what i was, and the no identification of the body.... Apologies for the long post, please , pleasee kindly make a video of where you share your thoughts on the WHYs which nobody addresses, i know that the masters generic answer is somethign along the lines of - the WHY isnt important or that the WHY is created by the ego, or that knowing the WHY will not give me anything, but these sound more like people avoding to share their thoughts, afterall theres no harm in contemplating and trying to understand why ... and yes sure understand is the wrong word again... PLease tell us why do you think the nothingness that is our true nature, gets assigned/identified into the little individual small letter selves where each one is different but in reality everything is one and the same? Thank you so much for your time and for everything

did u watch the whole thing? he said he was observing And surely as seemingly concious as it is, it certainly wouldnt be concerned w/its own existance any more than it would w/yours or mine. It clearly was aware of the oness of all things it even stated we are all one life. bcause evidence was destroyed. Its time machine would likely be something having to do w/einsteins theory of relativity wich has to do w/time speeding up or slowing down depending on the speed one moves relative to something else and that gravity can bend time. the alien said he traveled many lightyears also the alien was the one being interrogated.. Spare me the skeptisism guys, its obviously a fake, well made scene imo. I just always get excited when i spot inklings of truth about reality & conciousness in the mass media i think i might be the only one

OK, a little brain teaser then, if the alien descendant can travel through time then how can he be on a history trip due to the historical record being "lost", surely no history is ever *lost* when you have a time machine. Why would you chose to go back and interrogate humans even though he knows they are basically stupid, and what about the good old problem with causality and affecting the course of history by flying straight into it? He seems to want humans to avoid their impending doom by explaining it, thus jeopardising his own existence.

So i found this video on facebook a week ago. In it, scientists interview an alien who claims to be a human evolutionary descendant and i think you guys will like this. what he has to say hits wayyy close to home on this forum? Tell me what u guys think~ https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=G2xXu8_2Exo