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This is so cool, thank you. Reminds me of stories I've heard about the space ships used by certain highly evolved alien species. Apparently these UFO's are like living organisms themselves, ie organically responding to its crew. Some are called light ships. @tvali

Denial of your human nature is low consciousness spirituality. Alien consciousness and shit is bullshit as long as you can’t upgrade your human body.

Most claimed originality is rather uniqueness. You didn't create it, but the way you express it, it's yours. It's rare to get such topics in spoken long-format video, with high production value, and by somebody who knows how to speak clearly and actually make themselves understood, without superficial or roundabout stuff (except the Infinity of Gods video, of course 😉). As for "Alien consciousness" or "Leo's deepest awakening yet which cannot be communicated" etc., nothing has been said there, nothing to say there.

@Someone hereNo identity but stuff is still there. Your parents created you via black magic. They stared at an object and pretended it existed as a word. The human brain is very powerful that it can create an identity about itself and it can be anything with imagination. God can go into any object and witness its inner working. The inner workings are ego, a repeated story about what has happened to that object. thats how the object holds form (exists as a space inside of God). Your keyboard is telling a story to itself about where it came from and what is happening and happened to it. It keeps doing it that's how you can use it. When people use drugs and go into objects they know instinctively Oh no I am trapped here forever! But the human is special it goes Oh no I am specifically not going to be trapped in here forever! Every object will have a thing in it that goes I am something, the human body is capable of witnessing the I am that is in everything. The thing that is not the ego, in every object.The constant between reactions. Death is just not reacting. When you stop reacting you can then go into objects as you will see you are that dead space between objects, not the objects. You were just experiencing the ego (story about the object) of the object you created. The human being has the power to say I am whatever I want where other objects do not get that power. The human can say I am a powerful alien on another planet and nothing else can do that. A cupboard cant say I am not a cupboard its stuck telling itself a story about itself.

Alright I was thinking about writing in the Journal and finally I got on to do it. So I guess I wanted to start off by attempting to explain my Awakening experience. The trigger point moving from Human Concsciousness to Universal Consciousness. So I keep using this term and I feel like it explains what I’m trying to say but I also understand we are going to interpret this as many ways as varied as we are. I was speaking with a woman that I met at the hostel last time and we’ve been writing over email back and forth. And I found that when I was speaking this type of language that she assumed differently than what I meant. I was telling her that I don’t completely identify as Human. And she said that she’s been saying this all of her life and even her children feel the same way. She was saying that she is from a different galaxy and she’s getting the opportunity to experience what a Human life would be like. But she’s not of this planet and looking forward to move from this planet and human experience. And I am open to people’s experiences and I went through the whole belief and direct experience explanation… which I know I’ll probably have to do again if we continue to have conversations. But I said I would like to hear how she gained this understanding. I told here there are so much I haven’t experienced for myself and I’m open to hearing all the unusual phenomena that we have. So I asked her what was her experience for her to understand that she’s from a different galaxy. I told her that when I say that I don’t identify as Human that I wasn’t saying that I’m an alien… or from another galaxy… or that I don’t completely love the opportunity to experience this Reality which we call Earth. This is not what I was trying to tell her. And I found myself trying to explain this trigger moment. And then I have been thinking about this approach as to how I’m trying to explain this experience. And I’m going to try to approach it differently on here. I’ve already tried to explain this multiple times… and I also understand that if one of us haven’t had this experience we willl not be able to understand what my words are trying to imply… but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to practice to clarify a bit more. So… fundamentally…. What has it been like to be Human? And we can talk about living and making decisions for survival… being me versus other and all of that…. Which applies in many ways when I’m talking about Human… but I’m just talking about my daily mundane and many times overlooked and not observed of being a Human. So every day as a Human I have thoughts that are going through my mind for me to understand the context of my reality. Sometimes there are unconscious thoughts that have been established and isn’t really noticed anymore. Let’s give an example… I’ve been waking up in the same room for about a year now. And this room is in a home and this home is in a town and this town is in a state and this state is in this country and this country in on this planet. Right I don’t have to consciously think about this every day… however; there is an unconscious context that places me in a location when I wake up on my bed. I open my eyes and my mind has filled in all the context that solidifies my location and since it’s a familiar location it’s ignored however it’s a hidden underlying security for the Human. Another given as a Human is that I have a body. With this body in my experience I have a head that has eyes and they see things… and when I’m looking at familiar things again things get ignored or become unconscious but when I see something different or new… my mind starts to want to figure out what is this new thing it starts to look at the surrounding and memories of past experiences or theory and ideas to see if I can figure out this new and different thing. I can remember that when I first saw a capybara… I had no clue what it was. And only recently did I remember that I actually had seen one before. I have started to see them online and thought it would be so interesting to see one and I in my understanding that they don’t really give out predator or prey vibes… many predators are not triggered by a capybaras presence… and I was talking to people about wanting to see one. And one knew what I was talking about and one did not… and as I was describing it… I realized… wait a minute… I have seen one of these guys when I was in Peru last time. But at that time…. I didn’t know what a capybara was or at least I didn’t remember it and it looked like a large hamster thing to me that didn’t seem to have a tail… it was in the distance and it was crossing the road and I remember trying to figure out what the heck was that. And there are many things in the jungle that is new to me… but I remember trying to figure out what that was and trying to place all the information around it to figure it out. And this again happens automatically for me as a Human. We can use this as another example of automatic Humaness is emotion… I was curious… I was wondering what is that? And I saw something new and unusual and thought it was cool and so happy that I got a glimpse of a new animal… I was relieved because it wasn’t dangerous and it wasn’t threatening… and so there were emotions and thoughts that automatically came and gone. There are so many fleeting emotions coming and going and thought coming and going… that it just seems like it’s always there and will always be there. It happens so much that it’s not noticed at times and taken for granted that this is something that just happens because we’re Human. It’s a Human thing. So this is what I’m trying to point to as not completely identifying as Human anymore… because I’ve had an experience where this was not present. None of this was present. I’ll go ahead and try to explain this trigger moment again and try to explain this after I’ve given this context. Can we try to understand what I’m trying to say? I’m saying that this is something that happens so frequently and abundantly that we experience Human-ess all the time. Well my trigger moment removed this Human-ness from me. I’m going to try to explain this but again in the moment… thoughts were not existing… so without thoughts there are not language or communication or words that were present. So all of this explanation came after this experience not during even though I’m trying to explain something as if it was being explained during the moment however this was not present because this defeats the explanation of having a non-Human experience. Why I’m trying to preface that if this is happening that I would have still been in a Human experience. If we find ourselves overwhelmed with thoughts, emotions, background context of our location in this reality and having a body… and it’s tied to a Spiritual Insights… than we are having an “awakening” experience… if this has been removed from our direct experience than we are having an “Awakening” experience…. So let me try to attempt the explanation with this in mind. I opened my eyes as if for the first time. First of all… I had no clue that I had eyes that were opening… I didn’t have a clue that this visual perspective was happening because I had a tool that is a body. I say for the first time is because it was my first time that I was just seeing whatever it was in front of my visual field was unknown to me. I had no background context to place me in a setting. I didn’t have memory of a location… i didn’t have an automatic thoughts of figuring it out. It was pure sight with innocence. People I say this to are like oh man isn’t that scary? And I remind us that scary is an emotion… I wasn’t scared… there was no fear… but I also have to explain that doesn’t mean that I was excited or curious or happy or anything… emotion was completely wiped away from my existence. There was no memory of emotion so again I was innocently seeing what was in front of me for the first time…. Regardless if I’ve been in the space for a month before I had this experience. In that moment it was extremely pure. Now this visual field for me started to move… again… I didn’t have conscious or unconscious thoughts of oh… my head is moving my eyes which is moving my visual field… I was just allowing this visual field to move and continued to watch. This visual field starts to move and it ended up landing onto a “body”… again in that moment I had no clue what a body was… and didn’t know that this visual perspective was connected to a body that was allowing me to see. It was as if I was seeing my body for the first time…. Pure and innocent without memory or context. For me it was just watching a screen with things moving… these things that were moving happen to be hands that was connected to a body which was connected to this visual field… but none of this was being explained to me with my thoughts. There is a blur in my memory at this time. Because I’m not sure if this was the first time I ever felt touch pure and innocent. I feel like my mind wants to fill in this blur as if it was the first time. Because I do remember these things in my visual field that we call hands ended up touching my body. I remember the visual field watching this happen and the hands touching my body and it was as if it didn’t really understand what it was touching. For me as I was thinking about writing this… that my eyes my visual was the main sense that was giving me the example to help my observation of this experience being dramatically different than what I’ve experienced before and also my thoughts and emotions… I feel like sometimes when I explain this that I say this is my first time I touched but honestly I’m not sure if I remember understanding this… because this again words to explain this is coming up with the resolution and solving the problem and filling in the gaps… and it sounds so much better to have a better cohesive story than saying that I really don’t remember these sensation of touch for the first time. Because I remember watching the visual field and it again was touching my torso and then started to touch its hands together and started to touch the arms that it was connected to…. My mind after recalling this moment wants to fill in the gaps that it was the first sensation of touch and wasn’t sure what the hell it was touching and continued to do it… and it wasn’t again doing in a scared manner or a gentle manner it was doing it and it continue to do it… and again my mind wants to say that it started to realize that not only was I having a visual experience but I started to have a tactile experience… started to explore and realize that all of these things are attached that this visual field is attached to this thing above the torso and it rotates and makes the visual field move and see different stuff. This visual field moved to see a person for the first time… and again it wasn’t curious or scared or understanding that it was looking at a human…. But the visual field just watched…. And after watching for a moment…. All of the Human-ness started to flood back into my experience. For me the thoughts started filling in all the context…. Oh shit… you are in a maloka… you just had a ceremony… this is the shaman you’re working with… we are at his center outside of his village… you are in Peru right now… you’re doing your dieta… what you were looking at was the malokas structure.. the screened windows and wooden walls and floor and this is your body… everything started flooding in and then my Human-ness was overwhelmed with what in the hell oh my god laughing and shaking my head in disbelief and toughing my head and face and body like what the hell just happened… oh my god what was that? Wow that was amazing holy shit what just happened to me? That has never happened before… Once I started hearing my shaman he was telling me that is “Passe”… this is what he was trying to tell me I have to do… And he said I learn fast… I just continued to be stupefied and shocked and ecstatic simultaneously. I had no clue what had happened but was so grateful to have gone through it. I knew there was a shift a very profound powerful shift that has changed me completely, but I still didn’t know it was Awakening. I had a completely different idea of what that was so I didn’t understand this…. But I knew something just happened… but what? I am very passionate during ceremonies and powerfully driven and moved by ceremonies. I get to the point of feeling invincible and motivated. I find myself wanting to share my love and care for everything and since this was the first time it had happened in this manner I didn’t understand that there was huge changes going on… but again my human—ness came back to me and so that includes memory and habits and conditioning… so I automatically started to focus on all the people I was with in this location. I wanted to share myself completely with everyone… I was going on and on for months and finally realized how extremely exhausted I was. And there were issues with my legs that were getting infected and I wasn’t caring because again I just didn’t grow up caring about myself over people. And a long story short I had to find a space where I could stop putting my focus on everything and start to observe myself. Now I do have experience doing this… hell I think this is what I’m a master at is observing myself… this is how I was able to get to experience this… was by observing myself throughout all the things. And this is how I could see how different I was approaching all the things… hehe… I think I thought about writing in my journal was because I watched Leo’s video about Fake Spirituality again… and there are just things that are brought up to my mind. Now I have to say this over and over again how much I respect and am grateful to have a Leo in my Reality… but I do see myself much more open to Fake Spirituality being important as well…. Hehe… I whole heartedly agree that many of us are caught up in our own “beliefs” and we really need to get more clarity on what “beliefs” are… specifically what our “beliefs” are and open ourselves to be able to have direct experience to validate whether our “beliefs” are valid, not valid, or don’t care to validate it… hehe…. I feel we could do a better job a communicating this to one another… I’ve been getting so much better at this as well when I’m communicating especially when I’m trying to explain the importance of understanding “beliefs”. When I’m talking about something I will give examples of what are beliefs… what started as belief and now found it to be an understanding and will continue to gain that understanding and what beliefs I have and really don’t have a desire to validate it… hehe… I don’t really have a strong desire to go onto a spaceship to validate this planet Earth is round or not… hehe… but I am open to having this experience… and if i do get a chance… then I can change that “belief” that I don’t want to validate to a direct experience that is not building on my understanding of the is Reality that has and is being created. I also understand that what I’m saying is not anything different from what he was saying… I just might say it differently… and I also might not be as pushy (not really sure if this is accurate but what’s coming to mind at this time) for people to Awaken. Just like the woman I’m emailing back and forth to… I was trying to get her to understand that we both do not identify as Human…. But how we came to this conclusion was different. She has not shared any direct experience of her being from another galaxy. She didn’t tell me that she’s been on a spaceship traveled to the galaxy she came from and felt her soul sing the language of this galaxy… hehe… or that an alien or entity of this galaxy approached her and was able to communicate to her that she’s not of this planet… she never responded with a direct experience and only commented on my experience…. And I probably shouldn’t assume, but she omitted a direct experience, because likely she hasn’t had a direct experience… it is some idea that she thought of from gathering theoretical information from multiple sources. I was waiting to hear something about intuitive download or something as well… I’m one who wants to open up any possible way to hear explanations… but so far there was nothing. The only thing that was on my mind was… man… is this the way we should be teaching our children? This is the way we teach our children, but if I get the opportunity and I do at times… this is not my approach. Now creativity and imagination is something I love to do with children… but there’s a difference. And I guess that is what is possibly why I want to touch on the Fake Spirituality… there can be a difference regardless of the approach. The difference is Us the ones who are experiencing the things we are doing…. We are at different degrees of Concsciousness participating in activities. We might agree everything is Spiritual…. And that is only determined by who is observing ourselves consciously in these activities regardless of what the activities are. And I trust we are all capable and are to whatever degrees increasing our Consciousness levels… we might be better in some areas than others… but regardless if we are increasing in one area… it spreads to all areas. And if we are drawn to explore different activities than do it and observe and watch ourselves and how we are either reacting or responding to it…anything can be a Spiritual practice to where everything is Spiritual. It becomes natural and what it is eventually… but until then… practice… hehe… in whatever we are participating in…. Hehe… fake spirituality or not… I guess I would have never guessed the insights I have gained by all the variety of activities I’ve had unless I tried them… and I guess I want people to try all the things and see where it leads us. I love how imaginative and creative we are… and excited to see how this morphs my Reality as well. We’re not making mistakes we are learning and discerning… and what might work for us might not be the same always…I guess I’m finding myself trusting the Universe more and more and maybe that’s why I’m not as pushy per se. Hehe… I’m not sure if I’m getting my opinion out there correctly but I can feel myself getting tired… hehe… and feel like I should be wrapping this up for this session. I have other thoughts I feel like I want to express… and honestly I’m not sure if tonight is the night to do it. There’s things happening in I guess my romantic life that I want to get off my chest but sleep sounds sweeter right now… hehe… alright yeah… this is where I’ll end it for tonight. Until next time… enjoy ourselves

"SPRING SUICIDE" Dosage: 75-150ug Height/weight: 6'1, 140lbs Setting: Public Beach Time: 8:00pm Mindset: Calm. Excited. No current major life events. Hopeful. A deep sense that today is the "right" day Intention: Wanting change, no matter it's form This would be my first time trying any psychedelic. I had decided on this day approximately a week in advance. One of the reasons I chose this day was because the full moon was supposed to come out that night. I guess I thought it would make it more special. In the past, I had read extensively about LSD, many trip reports, and understood its safety parameters, typical/atypical effects, and potentially significant risks--including brain damage and losing grip with reality. I've read about nonduality, panpsychism, and the limits of rationality in the past-- but on that particular day, much of that knowledge was not on the forefront of my mind. The day itself started off fairly normal; I had gone about my duties calmly and slowly--with intention. I don't know why, but I had skipped breakfast that day, which was unusual for me. For lunch (12:00pm) I went to the grocery store and bought myself a familiar meal I've eaten throughout the years—one that brings me comfort: Baked chicken thighs with fried rice. I slowly and deliberately enjoyed every bite of it in the peaceful solitude of my room. I remember watching Squid Game Season 2 while I was eating. For those familiar with trips—this may have been a bad idea, the violence of that series is not something I potentially needed in my headspace. I remember a song played during the episode, it was a cover of the Frank Sinatra song, "Fly Me to the Moon". I thought that was funny. I took a relaxing, untimed nap after my meal. Waking up, I felt amazingly refreshed and strong. Let us now skip to the evening time. At 7pm, I placed the ziplock bag containing the blotted paper LSD tabs in my pocket and set out on my walk. The walk to the beach was a little less than 1 hour, and I had checked that the sunset was happening around 7:50. Perfect. The weather was calm, clouds and deep blue skies with warm temperate air. It was spring! The walk itself was tranquil and memorable. My neighborhood had such colorful flora blooming in full glory that month. I walked with a slight smile. **When I finally arrived at the beach, I selected an isolated spot near the shore and on the rocks-- away from people. I wanted to be as alone as possible. I sat comfortably, and watched the sun start its descent. At 8pm I placed one of the tabs sublingually. I waited. The sky was starting to become hazy. Soon some stars emerged. Then, at about 8:30pm I noticed something. The waves in the distance were undulating, rippling in an impossible fashion. They started to ripple heavily into the air, as if the entire body of water was boiling and slowly evaporating into the air. This effect got closer and closer until it reached the waves closest to me. I was shocked. My eyes widened in amazement. I looked up at the clouds, they seemed normal. I looked away at the now darkening sky. It started to feel as if I was looking at it for the first time in my life. When I looked back at the clouds, their shape had completely changed from before! It had only been a few seconds since I last looked at them. It was, sort of funny. I attempted to reproduce the effect and looked away and then back at the clouds. It happened again! It was a slight distortion of the shape, nothing dramatic. But all of this felt as if the clouds were playing a big game of peek-a-boo, and I was the baby. It was kind of, hilarious... I started to chuckle. And then I started to laugh. I couldn't tell you why it was so funny. I started to laugh harder and harder. I couldn't stop. It was uncontrollable. I don't know if I've ever let out such deep, guttural laughs in my entire life. I felt like the Joker character, when only he's privy to a certain joke. But what the hell was the joke here? I suppose the clouds and I were just playing—like children. I continued crying and howling in laughter for almost 30min, attempting to suppress it in the in-between moments—but to no avail. Next, I gawked at the stars. One particular group/constellation stood out to me. After looking it up later on, I believe now that it was the Big Dipper. The stars Dubhe, Megrez, Phecda, and Merak stared back at me with an unimaginable and glaring intensity. Have they always been that bright? I could feel them looking, observing me with wide eyes. They gazed with a fierce, hot-blooded quality about them. It was almost terrifying, but impossible to look away. It was like this for a few moments. Then, just then, at that moment, they spoke something to me. Not in words, no, they spoke despite anatomy. Without vocals, sounds, or a chance of misunderstanding. At first, I didn't understand what was said. And then, horrifyingly, I do. Tears streamed down my cheeks, replacing the joyous ones from before. Sadness, with a staggering depth of which I didn't know was possible, enveloped me completely. I sniffled silently at first. The shape of the stars began to slightly melt. A few moments later I started to sob. I cried and cried until I was a wailing mess. I roared out sounds from deep within my diaphragm, sounds I didn't know I was even capable of producing. The stars now looked like wax dripping from a candle. They were crying too. They cried alongside me, with me, and for me. But why? I turned my sniveling head and soon heard the trees, grass, waves, clouds...everything, starting to cry. Weeping the saddest song I have ever heard in my life. It made me cry even harder. We were all in unison now. Like a chorus of melancholy. But why? What were we crying about? I continued to weep until I was keeled over and shaking; I wanted to ball up into a fetal position to feel safe. As I looked around, there was something there... I detected this presence. It was scary at first, but soon became comforting, as if to say, "it's ok, you're ok". I felt "myself" slip away in sadness as the universe and I continued to cry together. The process continues to occur inexorably. Around maybe 30-40 more minutes of this and it finally dawned on me what was happening. I understood. Of course, we were, all of us, mourning. Mourning a death. The death of "me". No, not my body. That was still intact. My heart was still beating. It was the death of me. The identity, the problems, the stories, the lies, the truths, the ugliness, the beauty, the memories, all of it, was dying. All of it was being burned into ashes and thrown into the wind. I found no reason to resist. I surrendered. On April 12, 2025, I died. As I calmed down, I could sense "my" mind working faster than ever before. Allowing it to happen, the lethal realization of before settled into me. I stood up, as if born again. I understood the "joke" the clouds were babbling about earlier. It was my life. A grand joke in its entirety, until now... and today, the punchline was grasped. Nothing could be funnier. I let out a contorted chuckle. I could now view myself from multiple perspectives. The vantage point of the stars was now mine. Same with the trees. "Nature" was, in every essence, me. I looked down at the grass, and I could see myself! As if looking from behind the mirror. I walked and the grass beckoned for me to touch with my bare feet. I "spoke", "maybe next time!". The grass laughed. I heard the waves crashing against the dock and it called to me. I walked towards it and reached the edge. Looking above the water, the night sky was so brilliant now. I was thankful for a clear night. I did a 180, turned around and then saw it. The full moon, teased just slightly above the tree lines of my neighborhood. My jaw almost hit the floor as I beheld it. Such absolute beauty! I knew it was on the rise and I wanted all of it. I walked toward the local hot dog store and called an Uber. I knew I was in no condition to undertake the hour walk back home. I waited. My mind grasped the trees. They whispered jokes. I snickered and chuckled like a madman. The stars, clouds, grass, and trees all claimed that they were always here! That it was always like this. That I just never noticed them They asked if I would kindly return one day. I promised that I would. I probably looked insane to an outside observer. I exuded disorder. Finally, when the driver arrived, I entered after asking the name, and we took the drive to my address. We made some small talk. I tried to behave and keep repressed the emotions that were rising inside me. I remember the driver commented on the moon. I let out a contorted chuckle. After we reached my home, I thanked him and wished him a good night. As I walked up the driveway to my stairs, I could feel something, this energy rising inside me, I knew it would surface soon. I. HAD. TO. GET. IN. MY. ROOM. I opened the door to my house and, unfortunately, my roommates stood there, one in the living room, the other close to the kitchen. I will refer to them as (not real names) Abe (he/him) and Zoey (she/her). I had told Zoey about my intention to use LSD that day, but the only thing I wanted at that moment was solitude. Abe: "Hey bud" Zoey: "Get any cool visuals!?" Me: "Oh fuck". Abe: "Alright, let's get you grounded" Zoey: "Nope" I left immediately. I walked outside for a bit, unable to take my eyes off the moon. It was SEXY. That was the only appropriate word. I wanted to fuck its brains out. Like my survival depended on it. I needed it. But I also wanted to make love to it slowly... That energy inside me threatened to let itself out. I knew I wouldn't last long now. I decided to wait outside in the backyard until my roommates left the living room because I didn't want them, or anyone for that matter, to see me like this. The backyard we had was large. I stepped into its clearing and sat under the trees and flowers. The tree branches were lit by yellow wire-lights set by our neighbor. It looked so beautiful. As I sat there, the fallen leaves on the floor started to move and shift their shape. They matched my breathing. Every breath I took in, was an inhalation mirrored by them. I exhaled. The shapes of the leaves twisted and bent into serpents. Luminous, bright serpents, about 1 foot long, now slithered toward me. I welcomed them. They appreciated my permission, wrapped around my legs and slowly made their way to my torso, arms, then head. They were divine. I could hear them next to my ear, whispering secrets which seemed to "reprogram" my neurology. My thoughts raced. My breath quickened. I could feel my pupils dilate to their maximum capacity. I was becoming inhuman. I felt like a painting or a piece of art. I never felt so beautiful. Not in a vain sort of way, I just felt no shame in that moment. I could have been naked and it wouldn't have mattered. Then, I remembered my objective. I stood up and started walking. I made my way to the driveway again and caught sight of the moon. It was comically large now. I've never seen such intense glow. It was almost too much. My heart beat faster. I was completely seduced. I squirmed at the sight of it. I tried to calm myself. It screamed for me to come. The energy inside of me was rising up my spinal column...I didn't time this correctly, did I? I knew I had to go into my room and be in privacy. But I decided to wait out a little longer outside. I went to the local park next. Luckily nobody was there. I stood on the grass, breathed deep and sighed. There was one dim white streetlight, but everything else was very dark otherwise. However, the trees and the grass in the park were soaring with vibrant green. It was stunning. I wanted to sink, to be fully gone and be one of them. The beauty was too much for me. Barely able to stand anymore, I dropped to my knees. My palms found themselves placed on the grass. Both hands start to meld and dissolve into the earth. I was frozen. I let it happen. I didn't want to move. And the moon watched all of this. The energy rose higher up my spinal column. "I. MUST. GO" I power walked back to my house. As someone who gets cold very easily, I could feel my body perceive the outside air as too cold, but the energy inside of me burned with such heat that it didn't matter. As I walked, I exclaimed every couple of seconds, "Ah I get it! Hahaha, I get it now!" "Oh, you sexy thing", I kissed the moon goodbye, she winked back. I opened the house door and quietly crept downstairs to my room and locked my door, hoping not to disturb anyone. FINALLY. My light was on. It NEEDED to be turned off. My clothes were on. They NEEDED to be stripped off. I felt the rush of that "first time" feeling when you are about to have sex with someone you've been having intense feelings for (if one would be so lucky as to experience this). I turned on my corner fan to drown out any possible noises I may make. My bed is essentially a sleeping bag and mattress on my ground carpet. I crawled into a ball on the far corner of it, naked as the day I was born, and felt safe. There was no turning back now. My mouth dropped open from heavy breathing. Despite the cold, I started to sweat. My heart was pounding faster and louder. My brain was on fire. My spine burned from the rising. I perceived that this may get violent. I felt near apoplexy. I was blind, yet my vision was supernatural in its clarity and realness. I hallucinate. Scenes of psychic divinity stretching onward into geometric patterns of unwinding infinite complexity. I grasped the wholeness of it. The room was not my room anymore. It was alive, breathing deep alongside me. Everything inanimate was animate. Everything "other" was me. We were intertwined, inseparable, and as one--similar to the nature I perceived outside.Then, a thought occurred for a fraction of a nanosecond, "WAIT...ALL OF IT?"..."ALL OF IT!" I became extremely lucid, then broke through a threshold. Human larynx and language limited me now. There was only one word I couldn't help but utter after that. "GOD" Coiled and wrapped around my cervical vertebrae, the "energy" vibrated, then leapt, and finally latched onto my brain, proceeding to penetrate my very soul. My eyes rolled up and back. I went limp. My body convulsed and shook. My mouth gasped at air. My legs started to shake. ORGASM. As I exhaled, every few minutes, I moaned out softly, "OH..MY...G-O....G-OD..GOD". I dared to scream until the neighbors called the police. "OHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDD!" There were earthquakes all over my body. Every cell of my body pulsed, achieving orgasm simultaneously. I writhed uncontrollably, violently. My abdominal muscles contracted and went into spasms. At long last, I penetrated the moon, a conjured substitute for the universe, and each micro and macroscopic part of my soul ejaculated. And yet I was being penetrated and having a double orgasm at the same time. How paradoxical. How appropriate. I understood the phrase "mind-fuck". My body was drenched in sweat. I heaved and gasped hard to keep up. This lasted for the next 7 hours, with each orgasm pushing further and further, crashing through me like waves on a shore-- to ever increasing heights of bliss. I felt love. It traced my form like soft fingers. It felt like that once in a lifetime kind of love. That first reciprocated love. To love completely, and be loved unconditionally in return. Everlasting. Fireworks. I understood the Hindu word, "ananda". For brief moments, my normal perception returned. Brief respite, but pained frenzy. My tongue drooled. Every fiber of my muscles twitched in post-orgasm. It was almost too much to bear anymore. How can something be THAT pleasurable? Terror and hysterical laughter at the thought...Then back to a perpetual explosion of fucking and being fucked. I achieved critical mass. I became an infinite dragon. Clad in turquoise armor, completely dilated black eyes, and possessing breath of creation and destruction; but granting immortality unto itself. A humming echo returned, as if always there, but remembered only now, like a triggered memory. My mind raced further-further back. The story of my life? Where was I from? Really, truly, from? A womb? But what about the source? Infinite regress. My vagina stretched wide as I screamed. A distant memory. I then gave birth. To a child—myself. MOTHER AND EARTH = I. The solar system, galaxy, clusters, void...I expanded further and further to include everything. Everything that has, is, and will ever exist. I was all and thus was the same for every "other". But we can go even further beyond. I willfully [hallucinated] existence. Alternate timelines—infinite possibilities and universes. Infinite variations in the laws of math, physics, chemistry, biology. If it is imaginable, it exists, somewhere, sometime, someplace. Minutes passed. I could hear the morning birds. As I creaked open my eyes, I was still on the mattress, hands clenching my hair. My sheets soaked in sweat. My throat was raw, probably from the screaming. I sat up and then stood. It was around 8am. The trip had lasted approximately 12 hours. A wave of tiredness came over me. I'd been awake all night. I looked at my hands. They looked foreign. Alien. Then came slow revelation. "I" understood now the mechanism of my thinking. I knew precisely how understanding happened and how it is recursive. "Self-aware" and "awake" are words that found new meaning. I felt more "sober" than I had ever been. I could see now how my mind operated. With almost every reaction to "reality" being a process born of identity and trauma. I saw the mental connections forming, interacting, and how every person is like this. We are the same. Seeking to love and be loved. Our survival depends on it. I was overwhelmed by all this new input. It was days and weeks before I controlled this new flood of filtering; underpinning sex, aggression, self-preservation, all the while disguised as "rational thoughts". I recognized how much of this is the cause of my mood, my motive-- behind every micro-action or decision. My memory and ability for pattern recognition felt easier and faster. Put simply, I felt more "aware" than before. I could see so clearly now that societal constructs, socialization, and socializing was-- low-- and at times--- high-stakes, survival. Survival of ideology, identity, goals, hopes, dreams, and stories we tell ourselves. These were necessary. A perfect balance of life. It was perfect. I do not claim to know the entirety of absolute truth/nature of the universe or that I am now all knowing. After contemplating, many questions still linger: The "perfect balance" of life is perfect and undoubtedly has meaning, but what is the meaning behind it? I do sense that what I grasped was merely one facet of a larger truth. This truth, I intuit, has infinite facets. Grasping them all in a lifetime is [impossible], but exploration/curiosity does drive me to seek and grasp further. Continued exploration of psychedelics [more responsibly next time] is needed. But for now, gratitude filled my cup. I had more to give. -Thank you for reading

If you don't have women in your social circle, then your social circle is just incomplete. The social circle is ideally meant to be like the village... and that has always been the way we've co-existed throughout the vast majority of human history. Before going through all the approach methods for dating purposes, I recommend interacting with people in general (men and women... ideally a mixture of peers and people of all ages). And just focus on building acquaintance-ships and friendships with men and women... including women that you don't find attractive. When you don't have a particular type of person in your social circle (in this case, women) it will make you feel like that kind of person feel is like an alien "other" to you, and it will feel difficult to relate to them beyond one specific agenda or idea. I see a lot of young guys who don't socialize or only socialize with men having this problem with meeting and interacting with women. You can resolve this issue by building yourself a more complete village-like social circle as your primary social goal. And that will give you a more platonic and detached habit of making connections with people without an agenda. And in that process, you will get better at socializing in general and you will come across as more normal and socially adept to women. Overall, it's kind of like the advice of "Don't go to the grocery store when you're hungry"... only it's "Don't approach women when you're starved for basic social connection (or basic social connection with women in particular)."

@Inliytened1 But there would be. It's the logic of God and (non)duality. For example, length only occurs if there is a separation between two points so that you can measure from one object to another. Otherwise, you just get infinity in all directions, which is essentially infinite length. Now, sure, can you create alternative realities where lengths are measured in centimeters, millimeters, elephant stomps, golf carts, alien ⠋cryptic ⠋⣁⡞⠁language, etc.? Yes, of course, but the universal principle of needing two separate points to define length remains, no matter which reality you go to. The same applies here. You can imagine infinite absolutes and countless more infinities, but the fundamental principle remains: for a separation to occur, there must be a separate 'boundary' or something 'separating' the difference. And the key question is: what is that space made of? Vacuum? How did that appear? Intergalactic alien fluid? Who created that, and what's the substance of it? How did that come to be? If you say God made it, then it's God, God separating Himself into gods. This still falls heavily into duality. "Each their own entity" still means there is an 'end' to one and a space between the 'start' of another. Again, the question is: what's separating the two? Hence, repeating the same question. As I acknowledged above, I accept the notion that within God, there can be infinitely many absolutes separate from each other, but not outside of God. That is false.

@Natasha Tori Maru Yes, he claims using psychic abilities to contact Alien intelligences.

I shared it thinking they were going to be as invested as I was. I was wrong lol. My father's gf said Leo was an alien

I am more bent to the opposite direction - I feel very mundane and always have. Very basic, very boring. I felt my lived experience was very similar to most - although deep down I was rejecting this difference I felt. I never expressed a lot of myself to the external world in an open, authentic & earnest way because I didn't think there was much there to be interested in. Obviously this is tied to having dogshit self worth - which was my main issue, since resolved. Fear of my own potential was another one I had to get at with the demolition crew When I did open up - boy was I shown something amazing! My perspective was welcomed - and not just welcomed - treated like it was alien. And many interactions I have with people - especially when they get close to me - become like this strange thing where I can sense them looking into the abyss within me and they have NO IDEA what they are looking at. And neither do I.... Because I grew up with no TV in an artists studio, removed from normal reality, surrounded by taxidermied animals and human skulls, I have this way of looking at things that is non-standard. I lack of a lot of the beliefs that others have. I understand it now as being akin to someone trying to render a drawing of a vase of flowers. People who proclaim to 'not be able to draw' are literally trying to render the vase how they see it - and what comes out falls short. They feel they have failed - but its not a skill failure - its a failure to really see the constituents of the flowers in the vase. They didn't see it how I saw it. I see negative and positive space, I see the vanishing perspective slightly distorting the form, I see the colours of the objects all around that illuminate the flowers in the vase that the brain filters out. I see a series of shadows and light hitting objects. A cylinder for the vase and millions of circles making the flowers. So I really have this positive outlook for others - I firmly believe people are capable of amazing things. It is just their perspective - that they think they see - holding them back. Like rendering the vase, not a skill issue, a failure to really see what is in front of them. The skill can come later with simple practice. But seeing accurately is key. The truth of the flowers in the vase. Obviously this isn't totally unique at all - simply a creative artists mindset I suspect - but it is a huge difference I simply never realised. But this way of looking at things applied to much of my existence. Even in my construction work - I perceive things others do not. Which means I effortlessly execute things in a way my colleagues do not understand. It is outside their experience so they simply have no idea what is happening. They think it is this magical juju I do... HAHA! It was how I saw things around me that made me different - I had an embedded, deconstructed view. I give credit to my late grandfather for this perspective. Because I never got seriously close to many people regarding this internal vision and how I perceive - I honestly felt I was NOT special. I just knew there was a difference and had no fucking idea what it was. Peoples reaction to me was the evidence of some difference, but I couldn't understand because of us all being locked in our own perception. I projected out my experience, resulting in a lot of frustration with others - and rejection of them as a result. The whole process of attempting to see how I see and showing another was this arduous task I honestly couldn't be fucked engaging in. It is worth it to me now. I just acknowledge the effort of it all. I don't need many people. Just a couple of gems I did get a lot of connection and socialisation when younger. Went aloof, and now a slow return to connection. But seeking a depth I know can be experienced - I just haven't found it yet. I digress - but just sort of marvelling at the differences there! Most of the issue with thinking I was mundane was a product of never really letting anyone in Yep this, I enjoy this. I think the ordinary and mundane is where all the juice of truth lies... No one would think to look there MUAHAHAHAH!

No you didn't understand. For you, everything is very simple because you're on the red team and against the green team. I'm not on either team, so based on the information I have, I try to reach an objective point, which isn't so easy. So, I started reading about the matter, and it wasn't so clear to me. I thought that while the Palestinians had a right to their land, they had been attacking Israel for 100 years, and this latest attack demonstrated their absolute lack of intention to coexist, so Israel had the right to defense. But seeing increasingly clear what the Zionist ideology is, and seeing that it's almost certain the Zionists allowed the attack with the idea of destroying Gaza, and seeing his behavior in the invasion, now I think Israel doesn't have the right to exist as a nation in that land. I know it's very alien to you, because for you everything is easy. Since you're Muslim, you support Muslims. But in my case, it's different. I don't identify with any team.

Yes! Although I’m not sure if it's unconscious or conscious. The reason I have the energy to write all this out is because I’ve seen it far too many times with people I’ve considered highly intelligent. The issue of ingrained misogyny and gender wars is so deeply embedded that it seems to be highly persuasive, even for independent thinkers. I think I was just shocked to see it (Leo included). I’ve known both men and women, and I can tell you these were extremely independent, almost disagreeable thinkers who refuse to succumb to the status quo and unoriginal thought. Yet, they still have and believe in these worldviews, which slip into their psyche through the arguments they make and the comments they pass. That’s when I realized this isn’t necessarily an issue of independent thinking; sometimes these things are just so deeply ingrained that it’s hard to break free from them. You need heavy reframing and alternative arguments to break out of them. So my guess is that Leo likely has a lot of these unconscious biases, and maybe he’s also attracted to a specific type of "feminine" woman, which filters his perception. I also find it funny that men often ignore or claim that women they’re not attracted to are “not feminine” and are instead more “masculine.” It’s a strange double standard. I know plenty of men who are masculine but whom I’m just not attracted to or who aren’t my type. I remember Leo talking about one of his girlfriends who was neurodivergent or had Asperger’s (I think?), and he called her “masculine” because she wasn’t overly dramatic or emotional, and it was one of his most functional and calm relationships he has ever had. That’s a funny remark to make, "Oh, she’s not going too crazy, so she must be more like a guy!" I don’t know where this stigma came from that any woman who isn’t emotionally unstable or who can think rationally is somehow more “manly.” If you subconsciously believe this, then, of course, you’re going to think men are the more stoic, truth-seeking ones. There are obviously a lot more points I’ve brought up above, but Leo’s arguments in both of those posts were extremely myopic. It’s also funny how he completely neglects the fact that most of the people he called untruthful, biased, and narcissistic in his blog were not women at all. And his dear friend Trump… well, of course, we completely forget about these men, they aren’t "real" men. But if a woman acted like Trump, she’d be a true woman, right? She’d only do what she "feeeeeeeels like doing," such a drama queen breaking up with Elon on Twitter... tsk, tsk, tsk! My hope is that the more powerful arguments and reframing strategies I (We) find, the easier it will be to break down this deeply ingrained issue. That's why I think parodies can be a great tool for this: if you can poke at egos and show them how silly they can be in a way that makes them realize it themselves, you might start to see a few lightbulb moments here and there. But who knows, shrug shrug! Men are just as emotional and deeply ingrained in their egos as anyone else. Trump, Andrew Tate, tyrants, and narcissistic world leaders are perfect examples of what happens when masculinity goes too far. The difference is that when women are irrational or emotional, it’s more overt; we see them cry, whine, be hurt, or vulnerable, which makes it more recognizable. With men, it's often more covert because they aren't "allowed" to express their emotions as openly. Instead of seeing a guy cry when he's rejected, you might see him do a complete 180 and call the woman a slut or a bitch, or act like she wasn’t good enough for him anyway. Instead of admitting loneliness, he might start a Reddit or 4chan red-pill movement. Instead of admitting he feels powerless and wants to feel superior, he creates a whole ideology where his race, gender, or beliefs are supreme, and everyone else should be suppressed, subjugated, or worse. He so desperately clings to finding some rational argument to justify it, trying to make it seem "objective, sensible, reasonable, and rational." Even Leo's posts are a perfect example of this, so much writing justifying his bias. Essentially, since emotions aren't overtly allowed for the masculine, they have to find ways to covertly or indirectly express them, often using other "masculine" tools like rationale, anger, domination, fighting, and status games to validate and justify their emotions. This pattern is something I see everywhere, all the time. It really feels like we’re forgetting that we’re all human, with fragile egos. Ego follows emotion. How is it that men suddenly seem like these alien creatures, detached from it all? It’s absurd. Just as you said, exactly! It’s honestly hilarious how men will openly say, "Oh, just appeal to my ego, teehee ;-)," and even take pride in it, giving tips to women like, “Show him respect, cater to his ego.” They’ll overtly admit they love their egos being stroked, yet still somehow believe this won’t cloud their judgment or put them in a biased state. And then they turn around and claim masculinity is all about pure rationality and unbiased truth-seeking. Leo himself said, "Ego is the little devil on our shoulder." It’s almost like they’re completely blind to how much their ego influences their perceptions. Catering to the ego makes "logical" sense in terms of survival. But survival, in the spiritual or enlightened sense, isn’t about feeding the ego. It’s actually about letting go of it, transcending it, and embracing things like love, compassion, beauty, and the pursuit of purity. All these things are often stereotypically feminine. But for some reason, they keep getting brushed aside. I think this is where a lot of the "flaw" happens: men are seen as more rational in terms of pushing their survival agenda, and to the ego, this seems like the most rational, smart, pragmatic, and truthful thing to do. But again, we are forgetting that spirituality is not about the ego. So, you cannot claim that what the ego finds to be true is the actual truth.

More Debunks! https://www.actualized.org/insights/why-masculinity-values-truth-more Okay... let's analyze! The idea that 'men value truth and women value feelings' is easily debunked by looking at women’s history (or frankly, any minority or repressed group). If men were truly high-value truth seekers, why did they feel the need to enslave, suppress, and exclude women from higher education, the workforce, and other knowledge-seeking and expanding opportunities? If valuing truth was so natural to them, why not just ask women what they wanted and fulfill their truth as well? You can’t claim to value truth if it’s only when it aligns with your perspective and serves your interests. There are many more arguments later that I’ll make that show men care about the truth only when it suits them emotionally. A true truth seeker would want others to seek truth too, to be enlightened as well. They would create systems that support this spiritual journey, not lock their students away next to washing machines or by the kitchen stove. And if you use the argument that 'those are just the corrupt men,' that's silly. You can't nitpick like that. I could throw a curveball and say, 'Oh, well, the only truly 'real' women are highly spiritual, intelligent, and rational women who are both in tune with their logic and emotions, every other woman is corrupt! She's not a valid representation of the feminine!' But that’s not how it works. You have to own the *truth* of all expressions of your gender and look at it rationally and *truthfully*. If your gender is disproportionately responsible for things like war, power struggles, greed, manipulation, oppression, and sexual exploitation when in power, then one should seriously question how truthful masculinity is by nature. Truth is not the same as effectiveness; in fact, they are often opposites. Survival is not inherently about truth. Sure, they can be correlated, but the fact that men are physically stronger and can bend, control, dominate, and threaten reality more than women might actually make them more prone to being untruthful. “Oh, I see… I'm the most powerful, alright! I’ll use the truth to my advantage and create my own version of reality.” It’s easy to manipulate the truth to build a spiritual cult, convince women to worship you, sleep with you, and brainwash them all. It’s effective for the ego, right? That’s how “truth” can be twisted into something that serves personal gain rather than genuine reality. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you how many men throughout history have created cults, ideologies, and religions to manipulate and misuse the truth. You can be aware of the truth, but if you twist it to deceive others, how truly aligned with the truth are you? If men were genuine, pure truth-seekers or enlightened gurus, they would seek to enlighten everyone, regardless of race, gender, or age. But history clearly shows us that this is the complete opposite of what’s actually happened. Also, you do realize this goes full circle, right? If you say women value men because they are truthful, that means women value truthfulness and pragmatism. But what do men value? Emotionally, they often seek softness, something smaller, younger, and less likely to threaten their ego. They want someone who won’t be too disagreeable, someone who won’t challenge them or tell them how it is, but will follow blindly, subserviently, and boost their ego, "Oh, my king!". Hmm? How strange... It’s curious how this all comes full circle, almost like men are the ones who need a partner to be deluded, feeding into their own delusions. If femininity really is this delusional, unintelligent, and irrational behavior, why are they so attracted to it? Effectiveness ≠ Truth If anything, I could flip this argument. The world often rewards men for how brutal, manipulative, and devilish they can be, essentially for their ability to dominate and bend reality. By nature, survival, and design, they are more likely to become liars, cheaters, and ego-driven, often falling down a corrupt path. I don’t want to repeat myself, but this issue goes both ways. If I saw statistically that men were more aligned with the truth of reality and fighting for it, while women were lost in delusions with their astrology and crystals, sure, that could be one thing. But that’s not the case. What we’re really seeing is human ego and greed playing out on both sides. Men often come to terms with the brutal truth of reality, yet instead of helping, they exploit the system for their gain, creating more manipulative industries, crypto scams, sex cults, harmful ideologies, and pyramid schemes, rather than contributing to something meaningful. Let’s flip the argument again: consider that women are often most vulnerable to their very mating partners, who are their natural predators in many ways. This is a hard, cold reality to face. The question is: Who faces the harshest truths in nature, the predator or the prey? Who’s more painfully aware of reality? The one who has the power to tear apart, or the one who’s constantly aware they can be torn apart at any second? On the topic of business: Research shows that, on average, men take more risks than women, both physically and financially, which may help explain why female-led companies often have steadier, long-term growth. MSCI reported that companies led by women saw 10‑point better returns on equity over time. Male-led companies may pursue faster growth, but often at the cost of higher risk and volatility. In contrast, female-led companies often achieve more sustained and stable growth. During crises like the pandemic, firms led by women were perceived as less risky, had better credit quality, and weathered downturns more reliably than male-led firms. A large-scale study of nearly 99,400 global firms found that companies led by women consistently outperformed male-led ones on exploitation metrics, such as productivity, innovation, and capacity utilization, but showed lower growth in sales and aggressive expansion behaviors like asset acquisition. Men are much more likely to punch, attack, or street fight, whereas women are more likely to express crying, issues, or vulnerability; both of these are impulsive, non-stoic expressions, not grounded, logical approaches. Being ruthless and warlike has very little to do with actual enlightenment or truth. It's much more of a Stage Red argument. If you look at the average yogi or monk, they often embody qualities that might be considered more feminine: calm, peaceful, non-ruthless, patient, detached from material reality, and distant from war. But of course, you could flip these definitions and argue that they’re also very masculine in their stoicism, emotional detachment, independence, and resilience. In reality, they embody both qualities. The core argument is this: yes, you might be forced to confront harsher truths, but that doesn’t mean you necessarily value or appreciate them more. And again, I’m not convinced that men are more compelled to value truth. Think about all the victimization, abuse, torture, and rape that women endure, and their overwhelming helplessness in the face of it. That can be just as awakening as any brutal reality check; it’s an intense, harsh truth of its own. Truth certainly demands the harshness of reality, but it also often requires safety and privilege to even access it. Buddha, for instance, could only retreat to a cave because he already had every material need taken care of. He had the privilege of detachment from survival. So, in that sense, I could argue that men, being more occupied with survival, might have less mental and emotional space to engage with spirituality. Women, on the other hand, might have more time to be spiritually aware or reflective because they’re less consumed by the demands of physical survival. Science, rationality, pragmatism, empiricism, logic, and systematization are what you get when you focus solely on those aspects of reality. That’s why ‘mystics’ and highly open-minded individuals, who weren’t afraid to explore the paranormal, undefined, and more 'chaotic', often ‘feminine’ parts of reality, were needed to make greater scientific breakthroughs. It’s also funny how liberalism is viewed here as a more progressive and correct view, yet if I ask some hardcore, masculine, grungy redneck, they'd say liberalism is for 'pussy beta cucks' and that you're not a real man if you hold that perspective! This means conservatism is seen as largely more masculine, not liberal; yet somehow, the feminine is considered the higher perspective? In fact, if an objective alien were to observe both from a non-partisan perspective, they’d probably conclude that conservatism feels more masculine, while liberalism feels more feminine. I could argue: "Oh! Men are often more likely to get stuck in the endless pursuit of self-preservation, resource gathering, and power hunger, remaining in stages like Red or Orange in terms of consciousness. On the other hand, women are more likely to be in Stage Green, which is more focused on community, empathy, and interconnectedness. This puts them in a much better position to access higher levels of consciousness, like Tier 2 (Yellow, Turquoise, etc.), where a more holistic and integrative worldview can emerge!" But what’s less obvious is that love also demands truth. Without truth, you cannot truly love or care for another person, especially children. Your emotions, intentions, and actions must align with the reality of the person you care about, their needs, their struggles, and their growth. If you delude yourself about your partner, you risk losing them. If you ignore the truth about your children's needs, their development, their struggles, you’ll fail them. The world of relationships, like the battlefield or business, demands an honest view of the reality you’re in. If you deceive yourself about your partner's feelings or your children's needs, you’ll lose your connection to them. Love that is built on fiction, on denial or self-deception, is ultimately fragile and unsustainable. True love is rooted in an honest understanding of each other, where both parties are seen clearly, without distortion. Why is it often the men who are absent from their children's lives? Why do so many men end up with second families, struggle with fidelity, rely heavily on porn, or constantly demean and compare their partners? Why is the domestic violence rate so much higher? Why is it that so many men show so little interest in their partners' lives and needs? It’s almost a sad, ironic meme at this point: dads forgetting holidays, birthdays, or missing parent-teacher conferences. It's like society has normalized this neglect, turning it into a joke. Why is this behavior so common? You can’t selectively value truth. If you only care about the truth on the battlefield but ignore it when it comes to loving your family, then you don’t actually care about the truth; you care about fueling your ego. You want to be the hero, the protector, the savior, the cool, edgy, tough soldier. If you can’t be truthful with the people you love, then you're just living in a delusion of your own making. I agree to some extent, but if men were truly these high-level truth-seekers, why are so many of them avoiding socializing, depressed, constantly playing video games, and spending their time debating their favorite ideologies on online forums? If masculinity is so deeply connected to truth, shouldn’t we see a clear discrepancy between how this "Gen Z modern" lifestyle is affecting men vs. women? Also, if women were so desperate for someone to take care of them, why do we see female ideologies pushing for pro-choice, higher education, delayed marriage, the 4B movement, women in business, and advocating for more and more independence? If femininity is so reliant on being taken care of, desperately wanting to stay in "La La Land", wouldn’t these movements reflect that? It’s also curious that many men complain about women not being subservient enough, while women are clearly pushing for greater autonomy. Does this really follow the path of a "truth seeker"? And when we look at voting patterns, who do you think elected Trump? The gender disparity in voting is massive, and it tells a very different story about what genders currently value. Men often complain that women are too vulgar, not sweet, soft, as easily influenced, or feminine enough. They point out how women are out-earning them and have more ambition. Meanwhile, women tend to prefer when their guy is more direct and straightforward. So, who here really seems to value truth more? And who is trying to protect their ego from being hurt? It’s clear that the ones pushing for softness and maintaining their ego might be more concerned with image than truth. How is this a good point for men? Imagine if we flipped the scenario: women are far more suited for truth because which woman would go fight a war to protect her family? That action is far more suitable for a man than a woman. To prioritize truth over everything and everyone else is a hell of a thing, and it comes more naturally to women than men. That’s why nature allowed men to be stronger, to fight and protect, while women focus on spirituality, doing their yoga and witchcraft. Who’s really facing the true, harsh reality of survival here? The one who’s protecting something so vulnerable, just after giving birth, in a jungle, while struggling to keep a newborn alive? It's funny how convenient it is to abandon your wife and children in the name of "spiritual seeking," and then turn around and claim she’s the delusional one. You can’t flip-flop and nit-pick these arguments. You can’t say men are "more hardcore" because they go to war "Grrr... raw survival, pragmatism, guns, bombs, aghhh!" and value truth for that, but then say that they leave their families to go sit in a cave, abandoning the women to take on the brutal, life-or-death responsibility of caring for the child. How does that make sense? How does that follow? It should take zero brain cells to realize that nurturing a newborn, especially after experiencing the death-risking potential of pregnancy, is extremely hardcore. To assume that women don’t value truth in order to survive is simply naive. In fact, the history of countless men, many of whom were intellectual, spiritual, or simply able to sit in caves for years, contemplating mathematical problems, highlights the privileged and cushy survival conditions they had. Meanwhile, most women were immediately thrust into roles where they had to please their husbands and work to ensure their own survival. On top of that, they were often viewed as prizes or targets in war, subjected to rape, torture, and sexual exploitation. To claim that women lived in some sort of airy, protected survival fantasy is a narrow, myopic perspective.

Anyone thirsty for more stuff - Roswell UFO incident W. Glen Dennis interview - He claimed he visited the base hospital and saw unusual wreckage and was warned to leave. Later, a nurse (whom he never named definitively) supposedly told him about autopsies on small alien bodies. This guy reads more authentic to me. Who knows https://youtu.be/_DA-g94Ro1I?si=IziC9VAnSf1XYUvc

This shit below is more my jam - I don't read others theories. I try to go for first-hand recounts. OFC it could be completely full of shit, a LARP etc. This is more going into the NHI that are associated with UAPs It's interesting. I will sit through these interviews and scope body language, tonal reads, facial micro-expressions. I slow them down and watch for a full analysis. I even cross reference other interviews with individuals to try to get a read on how genuine, authentic and candid they are (also to get their baseline). This one caught me, and I return to it often. Guy claims to have had contact with an alien. My conclusion is he is deluding himself. There is some mixture of truth and lies in this. The story of J-Rod:

Not sure if I want to put them on the thoughts and insighs thread: Its easier to live in society as a humanized animal then a humanized alien.

You have to find a real source, not humans speculating, but an actual alien. Like Bashar. Yes craft. Bob Lazar also confirms this.

@Joshe I consider the UFO phenomenon to be originating from consciousness - outside the overlay that is space and time. This means for me it cannot be understood from the perspective of space and time. Again, my opinions on this matter are just ideas, and until one has direct experience they technically don't exist. I am not attached to any idea and quite open. I will add I am tainted somewhat but having direct experience with entities. But I always turn back to this and doubt what I experienced. Testimonials from alleged individuals who have worked with the technology, and alien bodies. And had contact experiences. I don't really like to read other people's wild theories - more go to alleged first hand sources

It just all seems to easily fall apart. “Space ship” is a ship traveling through space. Is it more likely the purpose of an alien spaceship is to travel small distances or large distances through space? What happened? There were just little worker aliens transporting cargo from their 3rd planet to their 5th and got caught up in an interdimensional portal that just happened to open up here? And once they were in our solar system, how far did they have to travel before they crashed on earth? Do most theories you look into involve an alien ship or just an alien body that showed up? Any theory that involves a ship and or travel/transport from one physical location to ours is highly improbable, and as far as I can see, those are the only means to get from A to B. I’m open to wormholes and maybe even advanced life forms being able to teleport or alter space/time, but to get from A to B requires a mechanism. To speculate what that mechanism is beyond anything we’ve ever scientifically confirmed or theorized is, as Leo likes to say “Fantasy”. If I were to consider it plausible that an advanced being can alter space/time of physical reality, I would be engaging in fantasy (which can be fun) because there’s not even a hint of evidence to support this. If new evidence comes out, I won’t reject it, but currently it is in the same ballpark as believing in ghosts, but actually even more outlandish. @Salvijus don’t worry, I won’t steal your sunshine. I hope alien rumination brings you much entertainment and joy.

@Natasha Tori Maru Imagine you're a woman who comes from a family of successful professionals, very focused on social status. During your childhood, your relationship with your parents was acceptable; they were demanding but not bad people. From childhood, you internalized that you should be accepted, fulfill your role, not be less than your siblings. Love? Well, I guess so, some. They do their best. You managed to live up to expectations, found a partner, a job as a lawyer, and had children. None of this really interested you much; the basis of your movement was not to be left behind. Do you love your children? Well, you think so. You try the best for them, although dealing with them was always tense. And your husband? Do you know him? You think so. He's a good person, he doesn't treat you badly. Everything is so strange, alienating. Sometimes you daydream about your family dying, and you immediately feel enormously guilty. Besides, what would you do? Alone, in middle age, sad. Sadness. Everything is strange, alien. You start having obsessive thoughts about your health and that of your children. You don't understand why, you don't understand anything. You go to the psychologist, you explain things, it helps you let go, but the sadness continues, and old age and death are right in front of you. Then, are your thoughts the cause of your suffering, or a consequence of an energetic structure built in a whole life in contact with an environment that creates those structures? It's real, built in decades, layers and layers of structure. You must be, let's say determinate and smart to penetrate to the bottom and destroy it. Maybe you should be someone determined to conquer the reality. Unfortunately, the most probably is that woman wont be that , but there are medicines, and some videos about self help to have some illusion that you are creating your suffering, and if you stop thinking everything would be wonderful

What are the actual issues are you referring to? Not interested in the alien stuff, only got aware of it from this forum.

Not that any of use will achieve this fullly: ... here in our lifetime. Yet, it is my experience that a view oriented towards that makes it much easier to stay open in Awakened Awareness in daily life considering all survival (which I prefer as concept) / corruption (which can easily close ones sobre Awakening down, which is why I prefer survival since its easier to have compassion then) on our lovely little backwater planet Earth. Planet Earth, a playground which in our present time seems largely to be a Kindergarten of developing souls. Which, in itself, is also a precious learning and development opportunity for all those souls engaged in the survival/corruption of the lower Spiral Dynamic stages. I don't consider you as such. Honestly, I quite like you and your development over the last years, having Truth as uncompromising North Star and guidance. By definition, that North Star leads to the Summum Bonum of the Good, Truth and Beautiful ("Wikipedia, The transcendentals (Latin: transcendentalia, from transcendere "to exceed") are "properties of being", nowadays commonly considered to be truth, unity (oneness), beauty, and goodness" ), to becoming the Alien this life or the next. And then maybe, "like shepherds of consciousness, tending its evolution across vast expanses of life and energy.... as they do to millions and billions of other lives and consciousnesses within the field of their awareness—as if it were the brightest, most valuable flame in creation." So, Godspeed and bon voyage on/in/as the River!

If aliens could make it here, wouldn’t it be highly likely they would have absolutely mastered the physical domain? Such that they wouldn’t crash land on our planet? Such an alien civilization with the tech to travel through worm holes and harness energy from stars would likely have been in existence for hundreds of millions of years. Maybe for them, flying by our planet would be like us walking by an ant and earth would be just another habitable planet out of a billion others that they could easily warp drive to. Also, if a civilization survives as long as required to master the physical domain, it’s more likely than not that they have transcended war and are peaceful. This idea that haphazard aliens are incompetently crashing on our planet and aliens are gonna come after us seems absurd af.

Have you guys heard about the whole “hostile alien space ship will come to earth by November” shenanigans