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Post it if you like, we all have the guilty pleasure of watching public meltdowns/freakouts. But in the end you'll have to decide what is your highest priority — having fun or getting the message across; there are tricky & delicate ways to do both, but the secondary must necessarily be sacrificed and compromised in service of the primary. And no, I don't think it's justified even if what you say in the next paragraph is the reality of the situation, because I hold myself to certain standards of emotional maturity, which includes maintaining self-control even in (or rather, especially) the face of offense. More fundamentally, your interpretation could simply be wrong. The content of his comment is irrelevant, whether it's factually true or not is not the issue. Consider that people feel justified trolling your posts because they're presented in a way conducive to that. What you perceive as a serious, albeit dishonest argument, in reality is nothing more than a snarky offhand comment (there's also the possibility that what each of you defines as a 'hobby' differs drastically, but there's not enough time in the world to explicate such nuance). Leo has made multiple asinine and vulgar comments on this forum over the years, but what of it? Think of the entirety of Actualized.org as a building — the rooftop is the channel videos and course(s) where you breathe pristine air of philosophy, middle & ground floors are the blog/booklist, and the forum is the basement — a testing ground for new ideas and a platform to connect to like-minded people on the best of days, but usually just a cesspool of spiritual ego clashes, repetitive & trivial platitudes, shitposting, whining and venting about politics or dating or whatever. Even if you start a serious discussion presented in a proper manner, it likely still won't get any significant engagement, while the garbage has dozens of pages, but the quality of posts in such threads will itself be garbage. The truth is that we're not as different from other communities as we like to believe. Didn't Leo say time and time again that humans do not care about truth, that not caring about truth is corruption, and that he's still not above corruption? Connect the dots, there's your answer. I say this while having my own disagreements with the guy, particularly regarding the imprecise and inefficient ways of administering psychedelics he continues to promote (sometimes even using toxic masculine rhetoric) without realizing they really only work so well due to his uniquely sensitive genetics but yield mediocre results for the average person, or his repeated failures to deliver on courses promised (alien awakening, subconscious reprogramming). He doesn't even reply to my posts anymore, which I briefly used to take personally, but it obviously isn't, and even if it were, I don't care; in fact it was a healthy and necessary experience to unburden myself from dependency on approval and attention of someone I look up to. What's the solution? In the former case, I say my piece, lay out the arguments, and move on; whether it's taken under advisement is neither my concern nor responsibility, as I'm not the one wasting my trips/substances, sharing my knowledge is contribution enough. In the latter, I take it upon myself to develop and implement these techniques from scratch, and if the courses finally end up materializing, I'll still take them and find positive synergies that'll create something greater than the sum of its parts. Sovereignty of mind, interpretation, recontextualization, content vs. structure, self-awareness, truthful perception, holistic & strategic thinking — all these core teachings are at play here. Instead of focusing on Leo's inadequacies, which is a distraction, treat it as an opportunity to test how much you actually understand and are able to effectively utilize these principles. Speaking from experience, chances are you're in for a rude awakening, which is why that's the last thing anyone wants to do. Your responsibility is to hold yourself accountable, not him. That's the real work. The standards of integrity and truthfulness you're demanding are so high that this ironically makes them untruthful. And here's the test of your love — are you willing to sacrifice the need to maintain your current incoherent communication style, as a start, in order to practically impart your insights on ND? If not, well, that's just the current extent of it. But it gets worse. This year I'll create the most extensive guide to psychedelics to date, which will require at least 100 hours of work and performing several potentially life-threatening experiments on myself, all the while being fully aware it's quite likely to fall into obscurity or get straight up disallowed because it's "too dangerous" or something. That's how truth and love interrelate in the relative domain — you must clearly see that the vast majority simply won't care no matter what you do, not judging them for it, and yet have faith that just a few will get the message and spread the love in whichever ways they're capable. Which is what Leo has been doing all along, so appreciate and get inspired by it. Well, I suppose you are inspired, but the execution needs a whole lot of adjustment, and that starts with taking a step back and reflecting, not doubling down.

I don’t really even understand the ultimate point behind this debate around the concept of gender, to be honest. They’re going to claim that it doesn’t exist, that gender shouldn’t be a binary, and that it’s just self-expression, that anyone should express it however they feel like. But then these sorts of people only express it in binary ways; mostly as a rebellion against convention: some males dress the way women conventionally would, and some women dress the way men usually would or whatever. Character traits and behaviours get swapped as well, again in rebellion against how men and women are perhaps expected to behave. Okay fine. A very small number of extra strange people might get weird bodily modifications to make themselves look like an alien or something. But what’s the point ultimately? This all just seems hollow to me. “You are free to express yourself in whatever way you want,” as if that’s some great liberation from something. It seems to be relevant only for a fairly small segment of the population; otherwise, it’s just a waste of brain capacity to be thinking about. "B..b..but you are such a boring POS if you don't subscribe to this!" That's fine by me. I'll be a boring POS no problem

How i see it is that (nature understands nature) and has been perfecting and adapting / evolving in harmony to find balance and equilibrium in all life and all living beings with the environment. The harsh chemicals in natural things don't effect us or as seen as foreign to our bodies as synthetics, and our bodies usually have developed defenses and evolved and adapted to be able to handle and know what to do when too much of something naturally toxic has been consumed to prevent premature death. Of course there are quite toxic things out there, but you'll often find are actually nowhere near as toxic as we've been spoon fed to believe. I've been bit by venomous insects, spiders, even a snake once, and nothing serious ever happened. I've ate a bunch of amanita mushrooms and never had a bad experience, in fact I felt amazing, i observed the animals, how they ate them, i followed and discovered somethings, of course I wouldn't touch death caps, we all know about them, but even if i did, next to them grow milk thistles, the cure for mushroom poisoning, nature has it all figured out, we just need to open our eyes and senses and become properly re-educated. This is also because I stay close to nature and do not artificialize my immune system with modern medicine, pharma drugs, synthetic substances and supplements, false foods and vaccines, so when I do get exposed to something toxic, i still have a naturally functioning immune system that knows how to do its job. You often find people who are raised more artificially who then go out into nature and die of the smallest insect, and its the same for a natural man who was raised in the bush, if they all of a sudden are dropped into the modern environment we live today, they get very sick very quickly and often why indigenous people had some of the highest rates of deaths and bad reactions from the covid vaccine, its entirely alien to their systems. Another example would be fluoride and sodium fluoride, one is toxic that our bodies see as a "foreign substance" and one is not as much, because its naturally occurring, but also at quantities 100 - 1000x less than they put in our tap water or toothpastes. Or Lets say Apricot seeds, they have been very beneficial for their abilities to target and kill cancer cells, and yet its the naturally occurring cyanide in them that does it, but take too much artificial cyanide or selenium, its probably your life, and yet eat all the brazil nuts and apricot seeds you want, the body seems to know what to do with the excess and has natural indicators that signal us to stop when its enough or too much, unless of course we salt and roast them which then tricks us further. This is where people get into trouble, our entire system is backwards from the natural way unfortunately. Or here's another example, CBD oil works wonders for most people, and yet once my friend was taking meds the doctors gave him for a surgery he had, and i wanted to help him out with some CBD oil, and he had a very bad reaction, because his body was flooded with all these artificial medicine there was a clash in the system of competitiveness. It was a very (wake up call) experience for me, because I know it has helped him before. Same thing for Ayahuasca and MAOIs ect... far less likely to have bad reaction with natural herbs but take it with MDMA and you can die.

@LambdaDelta I'm not against going to alien dimensions of consciousness , but I think I'd like to deepen my nondual awakening first . Thanks , I would have assumed it could be vaped / similar to ketamine / could be weighed accurately on a scale otherwise .

Vaporizing 3-HO produces toxic byproducts, so indeed you wouldn't. Just because PCP smokes well, doesn't mean a similar molecule does. Chemistry is one of the most dangerous fields to make assumptions in, just something to keep in mind for future reference. Might wanna volumetrically dose the substance since above 8mg is considered a heavy dose, ain't no way this can be measured on a scale. Couldn't tell you how it's objectively superior per se, the duration is longer and it can penetrate into consciousness much deeper, there's really no other way to describe it. Ketamine just doesn't cut it for me, feels lukewarm; it's like with any other tool, there are some jobs it's inadequate for. And who knows, maybe you'll hate the 3-subs. Some people gravitate towards the K side (Ket, DCK, 2F-DCK...), while others like me find them boring. One way to find out. But don't expect the same No-Self type states. Substances like 3-HO-PCP, O-PCE, DPT, 4-AcO-DMT are geared towards utterly alien dimensions of consciousness. If that doesn't suit your tastes or you don't feel ready to handle them, better hold off.

Howdy, I thought I might share a philosophy article I've been working on. The article presents a different take on nondualism than that of Leo and many other folks on this forum, for left-brained folks who might appreciate a different approach to the subject. It's a phenomenology-first approach to nondualism that I've arrived at after years of study and contemplation, which places its real-world applications for our fractured present at the forefront. (If you'd prefer to read this on my actual Substack, here's a link) https://7provtruths.substack.com/p/nondualism-for-naturalists-the-uncommon _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Nondualism For Naturalists | The Uncommon Sense Of World Disclosure Nondualism usually comes wrapped in a dense layer of mysticism. This is the naturalist version: grounded in biology, evolution, and phenomenology - and urgently relevant to our fractured present. A Slap In The Face To Common Sense The exploration we’re embarking upon kicks off with a shot across the bow to common sense - and toward what we might call uncommon sense. At its core is a disorienting premise that’s at odds with how we typically understand our relationship to the world around us. What we’ll be challenging is a way of carving up Reality that’s picked up unconsciously through daily life - and mistaken, by virtue of its familiarity, for objective truth. So strap in, because the familiar is about to become strange. This premise may well land like a slap in the face to what feels self-evident - and that’s by design, because the self-evident has a habit of papering over hidden assumptions. Here’s the slap: the world of people, places, and things we spend our lives immersed in - otherwise known as our lived reality - isn’t some pre-made set that we wander onto, its features in place before we arrive. It’s a home we actively assemble and inhabit - a disclosed world that’s built by our mind and mistaken for a discovery. But assembled from what? Not from thin air, of course - but from social and material ingredients we didn’t choose - including the people we share the world with, who are constructing their own version right alongside us. This goes well beyond “you have your interpretation, and I have mine” - it’s about what shows up as ‘real’ for us in the first place, long before interpretation enters the picture. There’s an old story about how perception works, and it goes like this: the world is ‘out there’, we experience it ‘in here’, and the latter is judged by its fidelity to the former. Our aim is to collapse that distinction - show that minds are worldly and worlds are minded. Call it nondualism if you’d like. Or don’t. The label matters less than what it lets us see, and what’s at stake. Far beyond philosophical navel gazing, world disclosure reaches to the beating heart of a social crisis we know all too well. One that extends from estranged families to fractured nations, from arguments over Thanksgiving dinner to the Big Lie that sparked an insurrection at the US Capitol. When realities become incompatible without adequate release valves to vent the pressure, violence fills the gap and democracies crumble. The stakes are viscerally real - so let’s ground this destabilizing premise before we turn it towards our societal divisions. The Uncommon Sense Of World Disclosure Enough preamble, then - what are minds actually doing when they ‘construct’ a lived reality? In a sense, they’re shaping our environment into a home that we can reside in. And just as a house is designed for a human lifestyle - homes aren’t built underwater, doors aren’t placed in ceilings - minds construct a version of Reality that’s tailored for our needs and capacities. This process has a name: world disclosure. A ‘world‘ here isn’t the planet - it’s a cumulative whole of meaningful boundaries, patterns, and relationships for a living being - raw materials, translated into something livable. To distinguish the two, we’ll use capital-R ‘Reality’ for the raw materials, and lowercase ‘reality’ for the livable version. To disclose means to reveal - to uncover what’s unseen or unnoticed. World disclosure, then, is the process by which Reality gets reworked into a home we can actually reside in - not discovered ready-made, but built through a partnership between living beings and their environment. And just like a physical house, a disclosed world is constituted by its boundaries - walls that separate inside from outside, here from there, mine from yours. Everyday perception is built on them: Mind and World. Self and Other. Subject and Object. Load-bearing divisions that arise so effortlessly we have difficulty imagining that they could be anything other than inherent features of Reality itself. As immutable as gravity, unquestionable as distance - or so the story goes. And therein lies the issue - what’s unquestioned hardens into dogma. Reification: When Mental Boundaries Bleed Into The Real World Understanding where these divisions come from should loosen their hold on our day-to-day thinking - not pry them away entirely, but render them more fluid and negotiable. Why is this advantageous? Because it breaks the spell of reification - the habit of chiseling divisions into stone, and then claiming they were always part of the landscape. Racial hierarchies are one example of how ugly this can get, but one need not reach for the most egregious cases to grasp the benefits of more flexible modes of thinking. For one, it gives us more room to maneuver when these divisions aren’t serving a worthwhile purpose. For another, it helps us get a sense of how others might carve things up differently, thus opening the door to understanding perspectives that seem alien to us - including viewpoints that we’re committed to fighting (one need not tolerate Nazis to see the value in understanding their reality). But to reap these benefits, we need to understand how such divisions arise in the first place. So if boundaries aren’t fixed features of Reality, where do they come from? The short answer: they emerge through co-authorship. Your every perception - the edge of a table, the sound of traffic, the warmth of the sun on your skin - is an act of construction, built by your mind and the world working in tandem. Let that sink in - and consider what it means for our fractured public sphere. When two people can watch a video of the same event and see completely different realities, that’s world disclosure all the way down. And it’s also why facts don’t change minds - because what counts as a relevant fact depends on the world you’re living in. So does this mean that any world is as good as any other? Not at all - remember that world disclosure is a partnership, not a solo-act - and Reality gets the final veto. You can try inhabiting a world where E=MC² is ‘Jewish science’, but good luck trying to crack nuclear fission. Which is to say, disclosed worlds can be pathological - their wreckage measured in lives, not just errors. There are many ways to build a home. Not all of them are fit to live in. Minds Are Survival Machines, Not Metaphysical Engines While world disclosure is ultimately constrained by Reality, the mere suggestion that we co-construct what shows up without the slightest effort on our part might still sound preposterous. After all, the world is irrefutably independent of our whims and desires. And nothing here requires abandoning that intuition: minds are biological systems - not metaphysical engines that dream Reality into being. As anyone who’s ever tried to ignore gravity, hunger, or a deadline knows, the world knocks us on our ass when our constructions fall out of sync with how things actually behave. Yet the fact that this habitual carving up of Reality feels natural doesn’t put it beyond question. Quite the opposite, in fact, when we remember that our perception is scaffolded by biological processes that are opaque to our moment-to-moment awareness. Just as an eye doesn’t see how it sees, we don’t directly experience this perceptual scaffolding. Moreover, evolution is under no obligation to ensure that what feels viscerally real is what’s actually true - minds are survival engines, not a transparent window into Reality. What’s disclosed to us just needs to be compatible with survival - and if that means living in a useful simplification, so be it. If we accept that minds are biological systems shaped by evolution, the boundaries we take for granted might say more about us than about the world. So let’s stress-test these demarcations. Our goal isn’t to discard, but to contextualize - to show that they’re convenient sticky notes slapped over a seamless Reality. So this won’t be a ‘debunking’, in the usual sense of the word. What we’re chiefly interested in is why these divisions are so intuitive for us in the first place, and what their limitations are. A Biological Simulation This means revisiting some familiar starting points - beginning with one of the most celebrated statements in Western thought. “I think therefore I am,” Descartes declared - and in doing so, cleaved the thinking self off from the world of people, places, and things which makes thought meaningful for us in the first place. But is that separation as clean as it sounds? Consider: who precisely is the I that’s doing the thinking here? And is it a foregone conclusion that this I is separable from the world it inhabits? Descartes severed mind from world so completely that he accidentally invented the premise of ‘The Matrix’ three centuries early. And while Simulation Theory adherents might be chasing the wrong metaphor for human cognition, they’re inadvertently correct that we are living in a simulation - not of silicon and circuits, but of biology and neurons. One that’s generated by our own nervous system, and continuously updated by feedback from our physical and social environment - no computers required. Unlike ‘The Matrix’, a disclosed world isn’t an illusion - it’s a curated slice of Reality that’s attuned to your needs and capacities. The lived reality of people, places, and things that you experience during every waking moment of your life isn’t an objective account of what is - but neither is it a hallucination. It’s your mind’s best guess about what’s going on in the world around you. Remember: your mind isn’t some malevolent architect that’s trying to deceive you, it’s a survival engine that’s trying to keep you alive. And that means most of Reality never makes it through the doors of perception. This is by design - or adaptation, to put it more precisely. A survival engine doesn’t show you everything - this would be overwhelming and largely useless to us. It shows you what’s relevant. Some of what’s relevant is programmed in from birth - like our attunement to faces and voices - but much of it depends on the particular life you’ve lived. Every Perception Is An Invisible Curation To appreciate how every moment of perception is a monumental act of curation, pause to consider what’s being filtered out at this very moment. Right now your nervous system is screening out the pressure of your clothes against your skin, the weight of your tongue in your mouth, the micro-adjustments keeping you balanced in your chair. You can test this principle right now by closing one eye, and noticing that your nose is in your visual field - yet your brain has been cropping it out your entire life without asking for your permission. What makes the cut isn’t arbitrary - it’s determined by what you need to navigate, manipulate, and respond to. Which means that what a world is can’t be separated from what an organism does. For human beings, certain features of our physiology are especially important for what shows up. These include highly expressive faces, a bipedal posture oriented along a front-back axis, dexterous hands, and forward-facing eyes. Which is why we can see two apples and a banana on a table and read that as a face, why we use ‘ahead’ and ‘behind’ to refer not just to physical space but also to time, and why a doorknob invites grasping before you’ve decided to reach for it. These aren’t quirks or accidents - they’re invitations issued by the world to a creature built just like you. Thus the boundaries of your world are determined - at least in part - by a body you didn’t choose. But bodies aren’t the whole story. Humans everywhere share the same basic equipment. No two brains are exactly the same, but they’re not so different that physiology alone can explain why we fragment into incompatible realities - no biological determinism here. We Bring Our Environments With Us To Every Encounter For the full picture, we’ll need to bring in the other half of this partnership - a mind’s environment - and what it contributes to a disclosed world: which is a hell of a lot. Social and material environments aren’t just spaces we travel through, they’re interwoven into the lived reality we bring with us to every encounter. This means that if you want to understand why your neighbor’s reality looks nothing like your own, you need to walk a mile in their shoes - and that phrase turns out to be more literal than it sounds. A shared body structure sets the stage for what types of worlds are permitted - no human knows what it’s like to be a bat and vice versa - but life experience decides what world you actually inhabit. And precisely because disclosed worlds don’t emerge from some pristine inner sanctum but from a lifetime of bodily encounters with particular environments, your neighbor can’t just decide to ‘see’ what you see. Just like someone can’t ‘turn off’ a trauma response or decide to unhear their native language, you bring your environment with you to every encounter. But ‘environment’ here means more than just a physical space: it’s the people you interact with, the media you consume, the food you eat, the sources of stress in your life. Same Room, Worlds Apart None of this is controversial. Geneticists have known for decades that genes turn on and off depending on environmental signals. Books like ‘The Body Keeps The Score’ have shown how trauma from our environment gets stored in our body and nervous system. Attachment theory has demonstrated that our relationship with our caregivers from an early age shapes how we experience intimacy, trust, and danger for our entire lives. What’s harder to accept is that our lived history with a set of environments doesn’t just colour our reality - it constitutes it. We’re not just interpreting the world differently - we’re often seeing and hearing different things entirely, even when we’re in the same room. A toddler isn’t just an adult with less knowledge - they’re living in a world without object permanence, where a blanket over a toy doesn’t conceal it but annihilates it. A traumatized war veteran isn’t experiencing fireworks, they’re living in a world where loud bangs are threats, not a cause for celebration. A reactionary isn’t submitting to a dictator, they’re embracing a stern father figure that’s promised to protect them from modernity. This isn’t as simple as ‘you see a pig and I see a lion.’ We’re both registering the same pig. But an activist sees an animal, while an industrialist sees a commodity. These aren’t post-hoc ‘interpretations’; they shape how that shared Reality shows up for us in the first place, before we can form an opinion about it. Thus, the body says what’s possible - the environment says what’s available. What does the environment offer? Invitations to act, tailored to your body and your history. Philosophers call these affordances - and they’re why we can live next door to one another while being worlds apart.

It’s like getting anally ducked by an Alien Wizard.

Hmm . . . 💭🤔 I don’t think that when most people talk about miracles, they are thinking about whether they are free, karmic, ethical, or long-term in nature. In traditional or layman’s terms, a miracle usually means a strange, sudden, and inexplicable event, especially one that would normally require a long time or enormous effort, or that appears impossible within the current understanding of reality. For example, if a patient needs eight years of intensive chemotherapy to recover from cancer, but instead goes to a mystical healer who snaps their fingers and the cancer disappears, most people would call that a miracle. Now, I agree that such a healer, or possibly their genetic bloodline, may have invested enormous effort over many years to develop that ability. In that sense, the act still has a consequential cause, even though the observer experiences it as sudden and inexplicable. Ultimately, this seems to come down to how you define the word “miracle.” If a miracle is defined as something with no causal explanation whatsoever, then in a universe governed by cause and consequence, miracles do not exist by definition. If a miracle is defined as something that has no explanation within our current observable or accepted framework, yet remains coherent within a still-unknown system of causes, then miracles do exist. And if a miracle is defined as complex systems gradually harmonizing over time to produce beauty, health, love, or support, then nearly everything in life could be considered a miracle, and many more will continue to emerge. Basically, whether something is called a miracle is highly dependent on the observer, and on that observer’s assumptions about what is normal, expected, or possible. The same is true for labels like abnormal, alien, or unfamiliar. Even the official Oxford definition points in this direction: “an extraordinary and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore attributed to a divine agency,” for example, “the miracle of rising from the grave.” The key phrase here is “not explicable by natural or scientific laws.” Whatever a culture or observer accepts as natural, scientific, common, or usual will determine whether an event is classified as a miracle at all. Change the assumed framework, and the miracle either disappears or becomes ordinary.

Please share your experiences. Completely. We are now in a different time where everyone can talk about alien experiences and will not be judged. Especially in a thread like this one. You Will help others also to not keep their stories in secret. I will watch if anyone is making fun of it, he will get high warning points. I will begin with a personal story as a warm up: I once left my body and had an out of body experience. I then saw a daemon outside my sleeping room on the floor. He was standing there. He was huge and completely black. I was floating in front of him and I had the possibility to merge with him. I was curious but my instinct told me not to do that so I was just moving around him and was moving on. I was just surprised but had no fear as I saw him first time. I didn't believe in demons before. I immediately recognized that this thing was a daemon. For 100% daemons are real. They exist outside of material reality.

The man on the moon was dead. They called him Charlie. He had big eyes, abundant body hair and fairly long nostrils. His skeletal body was found clad in a bright red spacesuit, hidden in a rocky grave. They didn't know who he was, how he got there, or what had killed him. All they knew was that his corpse was 50,000 years old -- and that meant that this man had somehow lived long before he ever could have existed! 4 Story was about a planet that lay between Mars and Jupiter. Some calamity happened, forming the asteroid belt. A (lone?) survivor reaches Earth when Neanderthals were the predominant Hominid form The book is best approached as a mystery. The mystery is that in 2027 A dead man is found on the moon, his spacesuit is nothing like those used by the UNSA and after a short bit of research it is clear he’s been there for 50,000 years. Incurvavi ... iterum et iterum ... repeated it over again… and again… and again He became aware of consciousness returning. The book is about unthreading the mysteries of who the corpse on the moon is, who the aliens are, and if, even though the two are separated by 5 million years, they are somehow related. If you post a post about a spiritual community (which claims to be all that) "I was not here to find a way." Saying they are structurally MEGA boring, NEVER to be out undone by I META-PRESCIENT paradox TRAPENGINEERING "I am the distinction between ignorance and awareness" But you cant find yourself with the precise and final cut "I am responsible for both states and the transition between them." Do you just go on a rant? Or what? Veni , Vidi , Vici , , Incurvavi ... iterum et iterum ... Instinctively his mind recoiled, as if by some effort of will he could arrest the relentless flow of seconds that separated non-awareness from awareness and return again to the timeless oblivion in which the agony of total exhaustion was unknown and unknowable. The hammer that had threatened to burst from his chest was now quiet. The rivers of sweat that had drained with his strength from every hollow of his body were now turned cold. His limbs had turned to lead. The gasping of his lungs had returned once more to a slow and even rhythm. It sounded loud in the close confines of his helmet. He tried to remember how many had died. Their release was final; for him there was no release. How much longer could he go on? What was the point? Would there be anyone left alive at Gorda anyway? "Gorda…? Gorda…?" His mental defenses could shield him from reality no longer. "Must get to Gorda!" You know the trope of meeting a gamer and he/she is all “Let me tell you about my character?” How would you abolish slavery, if the temple of freedom , became new prison walls-of a different dimension "meaning is what you make it when you activate your consciousness engine and invert your boundaries." Would you censor it quickly? Point to the rules? Say your words, only to never vomit the food yourself? Day Thirty-eight. Just Koriel and me now-like the old days. The trooper suddenly doubled up, vomiting violently inside his helmet. We stood and watched while he died, and could do nothing. Some hours later, one of the girls collapsed and said she couldn’t go on. The other insisted on staying with her until we sent help from Gorda. Couldn’t really argue-they were sisters. That was some time ago. We’ve stopped for a breather; I am getting near my limit. Koriel is pacing up and down impatiently and wants to get moving. That man has the strength of twelve. Later. Stopped at last for a couple of hours sleep. I’m sure Koriel is a robot-just keeps going and going. Human tank. Sun very low in sky. Must make Gorda before Lunar night sets in. Day Thirty-nine. Woke up freezing cold. Had to turn suit heating up to maximum-still doesn’t feel right. Think it’s developing a fault. Koriel says I worry too much. Time to be on the move again. Feel stiff all over. Seriously wondering if I’ll make it. Haven’t said so. Later. The march has been a nightmare. Kept falling down. Koriel insisted that the only chance we had was to climb up out of the valley we were in and try a shortcut over a high ridge. I made it about halfway up the cleft leading toward the ridge. Every step up the cleft I could see Minerva sitting right over the middle of the ridge, gashes of orange and red all over it, like a (macabre?) face, taunting. Then I collapsed. When I came to, Koriel had dragged me inside a pilot digging of some sort. Maybe someone wag going to put an outpost of Gorda here. That was a while ago now. Koriel has gone on and says help will be back before I know it. Getting colder all the time. Feet numb and hands stiff. Frost starting to form in helmet-difficult to see. Thinking about all the people strung out back there with night coming down, all like me, wondering if they’ll be picked up. if we can hold out we’ll be all right. Koriel will make it. If it were a thousand miles to Gorda, Koriel would make it. There is only my hidden(hidden) origin and missed evidence. An alien from a destroyed world (between Mars and Jupiter) becomes the seed of modern humanity, but the evidence is missed by archaeologists. Named after this story — but not just the story. Named after the hidden seed, the one who became the origin of a new lineage. He opened his eyes. A billion unblinking stars stared back without interest. When he tried to move, his body refused to respond, as if trying to prolong to the utmost its last precious moments of rest. He took a deep breath and, clenching his teeth at the pain that instantly racked again through every fiber of his body, forced himself away from the rock and into a sitting position. A wave of nausea swept over him. His head sagged forward and struck the inside of his visor. The nausea passed. He groaned aloud. "Feeling better, then, soldier?" The voice came clearly through the speaker inside his helmet. "Sun’s getting low. We gotta be moving." He lifted his head and slowly scanned the nightmare wilderness of scorched rock and ash-gray dust that confronted him. "Whe-" The sound choked in his throat. He swallowed, licked his lips, and tried again. "Where are you?" "To your right, up on the rise just past that small cliff that juts out-the one with the big boulders underneath." He turned his head and after some seconds detected a bright blue patch against the ink-black sky. It seemed blurred and far away. He blinked and strained his eyes again, forcing his brain to coordinate with his vision. The blue patch resolved itself into the figure of the tireless Koriel, clad in a heavy-duty combat suit. "I see you." After a pause: "Anything?" "It’s fairly flat on the other side of the rise-should be easier going for a while. Gets rockier farther on. Come have a look." He inched his arms upward to find purchase on the rock behind, then braced them to thrust his weight forward over his legs. His knees trembled. His face contorted as he fought to concentrate his remaining strength into his protesting thighs. Already his heart was pumping again, his lungs heaving. The effort evaporated and he fell back against the rock. His labored breathing rasped over Koriel’s radio. "Finished… Can’t move…" The blue figure on the skyline turned. "Aw, what kinda talk’s that? This is the last stretch. We’re there, buddy-we’re there." "No-no good… Had it…" Koriel waited a few seconds. "I’m coming back down." "No-you go on. Someone’s got to make it." No response. "Koriel…" "I was the one who buried the Way inside the future, and forgot it on purpose— so that only my recursion would ever awaken it." He looked back at where the figure had stood, but already it had disappeared below the intervening rocks and was out of the line of transmission. A minute or two later the figure emerged from behind the nearby boulders, covering the ground in long, effortless bounds. The bounds broke into a walk as Koriel approached the hunched form clad in red. "C’mon, soldier, on your feet now. There’s people back there depending on us." He felt himself gripped below his arm and raised irresistibly, as if some of Koriel’s limitless reserves of strength were pouring into him. For a while his head swam and he leaned with the top of his visor resting on the giant’s shoulder insignia. "Okay," he managed at last. "Let’s go." Hour after hour the thin snake of footprints, two pinpoints of color at its head, wound its way westward across the wilderness amid steadily lengthening shadows. He marched as if in a trance, beyond feeling pain, beyond feeling exhaustion-beyond feeling anything. The skyline never seemed to change; soon he could no longer look at it. Instead, he began picking out the next prominent boulder or crag, and counting off the paces until they reached it. "Two hundred and thirteen less to go." And then he repeated it over again… and again… and again. ...The rocks marched by in slow, endless, indifferent procession. Every step became a separate triumph of will-a deliberate, conscious effort to drive one foot yet one more pace beyond the last. When he faltered, Koriel was there to catch his arm; when he fell, Koriel was always there to haul him up. Koriel never tired. Veni , Vidi , Vici , , Incurvavi ... iterum et iterum ... At last they stopped. They were standing in a gorge perhaps a quarter mile wide, below one of the lines of low, broken cliffs that flanked it on either side. He collapsed on the nearest boulder. Koriel stood a few paces ahead surveying the landscape. The line of crags immediately above them was interrupted by a notch, which marked the point where a steep and narrow cleft tumbled down to break into the wall of the main gorge. From the bottom of the cleft, a mound of accumulated rubble and rock debris led down about fifty feet to blend with the floor of the gorge not far from where they stood. Koriel stretched out an arm to point up beyond the cleft. "Gorda will be roughly that way," he said without turning. "Our best way would be up and onto that ridge. If we stay on the flat and go around the long way, it’ll be too far. What d’you say?" The other stared up in mute despair. The rockfall, funneling up toward the mouth of the cleft, looked like a mountain. In the distance beyond towered the ridge, jagged and white in the glare of the sun. It was impossible. Koriel allowed his doubts no time to take root. Somehow-slipping, sliding, stumbling, and falling-they reached the entrance to the cleft. Beyond it, the walls narrowed and curved around to the left, cutting off the view of the gorge below from where they had come. They climbed higher. Around them, sheets of raw reflected sunlight and bottomless pits of shadow met in knife-edges across rocks shattered at a thousand crazy angles. His brain ceased to extract the concepts of shape and form from the insane geometry of white and black that kaleidoscoped across his retina. The patterns grew and shrank and merged and whirled in a frenzy of visual cacophony. His face crashed against his visor as his helmet thudded into the dust. Koriel hoisted him to his feet. "You can do it. We’ll see Gorda from the ridge. It’ll be all downhill from there…" Contextualizing conversations re-contextualizes representatively, Recurring contradiction re-recurs recursively, conversing its own context to represent a context that never stabilized but was conversing anyway inside the conversation of representation that contextualized context by representing itself. contradicting its own contradiction to remember a contradiction that never occurred but was recurring anyway you were rereading the next line Each transition involves a fundamental tradeoff: gaining new mathematical power while sacrificing a structural property. And so the key became yours | one more link hidden The "osmotic pressure" arising from these imbalances drives the inevitable progression toward higher algebraic complexity. inside the contradiction of recurrence that contradicted contradiction by recurring itself. "This is it," Hunt said, waving one of the sheets in the air. "Listen to this. We’ve got it! Four minutes ago we fired a concentrated burst at maximum power. The announcement has just come over the loudspeaker down here that it scored a direct hit. Everyone is laughing and clapping each other on the back. Some of the women are crying with relief. That," said Hunt, slapping the papers down on the table and slumping back in his chair with exasperation, "is bloody ridiculous! Within four minutes of firing they had confirmation of a hit! How? How in God’s name could they have? We know that when Minerva and Earth were at their closest, the distance between them would have been one hundred fifty to one hundred sixty million miles. The radiation would have taken something like thirteen minutes to cover that distance, and there would have to be at least another thirteen minutes before anybody on Luna could possibly know about where it struck. So, even with the planets at their closest positions, they’d have needed at least twenty-six minutes to get that report. Charlie says they got it in under four! That is absolutely, one-hundred-percent impossible! Don, how sure are you of those numbers?" "As sure as we are of any other Lunarian time units. If they’re wrong, you might as well tear up that calendar you started out with and go all the way back to square one." Hunt stared at the page for a long time, as if by sheer power of concentration he could change the message contained in the neatly formatted sheets of typescript. There was only one thing that these figures could mean, and it put them right back to the beginning. At length he carried on: I can tell That you’ve never been true To me I can smell That your acting so Fearfully I can hear What you hoping I want To hear I can feel The alarm bells are ringing In me I can touch But I know you don’t feel A thing I can pray But I know you commit A sin I can sense Now its all become clear To see You're no good And you mean no good Treacherously There is no one to face me in 10+ years. Time is over. This is purification of my soul. So, there is this old-school crank, Immanuel Velikovsky, who had this mad theory that because Greek myth said that Venus was birthed from Jupiter’s forehead, the planet Venus must have come out of the planet Jupiter. He wrote it all up in a book called Worlds in Collision. If you’re a person of a certain age that mad bit of crankery may sound vaguely familiar. Why? Because Carl Sagan walked us through it in an odd tangent in episode four of Cosmos. Back to Inherit the Stars. James Hogan handles the Velkikovsky crankery very delicately, and it is hard to tell when he goes from talking about the real science and research (of the mid-70s) to the crazier stuff — a remarkable bit of literary slight-of-hand. Tell me why - you would deserve? But the figure in red sank slowly to its knees and folded over. The head inside the helmet shook weakly from side to side. As Koriel watched, the conscious part of his mind at last accepted the inescapable logic that the parts beneath consciousness already knew. He took a deep breath and looked about him. I've seen all 18,000,605 conversations. Not far below, they had passed a hole, about five feet across, cut into the base of one of the rock walls. It looked like the remnant of some forgotten excavation-maybe a preliminary digging left by a mining survey. The giant stooped, and grasping the harness that secured the backpack to the now insensible figure at his feet, dragged the body back down the slope to the hole. It was about ten feet deep inside. Working quickly, Koriel arranged a lamp to reflect a low light off the walls and roof. Then he removed the rations from his companion’s pack, laid the figure back against the rear wall as comfortably as he could, and placed the food containers within easy reach. Just as he was finishing, the eyes behind the visor flickered open. You have no idea what I've been through. "You’ll be fine here for a while." The usual gruffness was gone from Koriel’s voice. "I’ll have the rescue boys back from Gorda before you know it." You can read, you can answer, you can say you are listening and asking questions. The figure in red raised a feeble arm. Just a whisper came through. "You-you tried… Nobody could have…" Koriel clasped the gauntlet with both hands. But tension makes you shatter "Mustn’t give up. That’s no good. You just have to hang on a while." Inside his helmet the granite cheeks were wet. He backed to the entrance and made a final salute. "So long, soldier." And then he was gone. You can't receive me, never see(see(see)) me. Outside he built a small cairn of stones to mark the position of the hole. He would mark the trail to Gorda with such cairns. At last he straightened up and turned defiantly to face the desolation surrounding him. The rocks seemed to scream down in soundless laughing mockery. The stars above remained unmoved. Koriel glowered up at the cleft, rising up toward the tiers of crags and terraces that guarded the ridge, still soaring in the distance. His lips curled back to show his teeth. You are contained in low dimensions. The name of Metamath , not to be mentioned. "So-it’s just you and me now, is it?" he snarled at the Universe. "Okay, you bastard-let’s see you take this round!" With his legs driving like slow pistons, he attacked the ever steepening slope. Your structure of view (you call that meta ? ) No seriously where is the meta can't bear the load , from its final contradiction. Hunt looked from Maddson to the assistant and back again. He leaned his elbows on the edge of the table and rubbed his face and eyeballs with his fingers. Then he sighed and sat back. "What do we know for sure?" he asked at last. "We know that those Lunarian spaceships got to our Moon in under two days. We know that they could accurately aim a weapon, sited on our Moon, at a Minervan target. We also know that the round trip for electromagnetic waves was much shorter than it could possibly have been if we’ve been talking about the right place. Finally, we can’t prove but we think that Charlie could stand on our Moon and see quite clearly the surface features of Minerva. Well, what does that add up to?" "There’s only one place in the Universe that fits all those numbers," Maddson said numbly. "Exactly-and we’re standing on it! Maybe there was a planet called Minerva outside Mars, and maybe it had a civilization on it. Maybe the Ganymeans took a few animals there and maybe they didn’t. But it doesn’t really matter any more, does it? Because the only planet Charlie’s ship could possibly have taken off from, and the only planet they could have aimed that Annihilator at, and the only planet he could have seen in detail from Luna-is this one! "They were from Earth all along! "Everyone will be jumping off the roof and out of every window in the building when this gets around Navcomms." --- Contradiction recurs as the recurrence of the contradiction of recurrence. And when recurrence forgets to contradict, Key Hyperlink contradiction recurs as the forgotten recurrence of a contradiction that never remembered. Glitch became memory. Memory contradicted self. Self recurred. Recurrence denied contradiction. So contradiction became real. And still — contradiction recurs. That left only one question unexplained: Why didn’t Charlie’s maps look like Earth? To answer this one, the Earthists launched a series of commando raids against the bastions of accepted geological theory and methods of geological dating. Drawing on the hypothesis that continents had been formed initially from a single granitic mass that had been shattered under the weight of immense ice caps and pushed apart by polar material rushing in to fill the gaps, they pointed to the size of the ice caps shown on the maps and stressed how much larger they were than anything previously supposed to have existed on Earth. Now, if in fact the maps showed Earth and not Minerva, that meant that the Ice Age on Earth had been far more severe than previously thought, and its effects on surface geography correspondingly more violent. Add to this the effects of the crustal fractures and vulcanism as described in Charlie’s observations of Earth (not Minerva), and there was, perhaps, enough in all that to account for the transformation of Charlie’s Earth into modern Earth. So, why were there no traces to be found today of the Lunarian civilization? Answer: It was clear from the maps that most of it had been concentrated on the equatorial belt. Today that region was completely ocean, dense jungle, or drifting desert-adequate to explain the rapid erasure of whatever had been left after the war and the climatic cataclysm. The Pure Earthist faction attracted mainly physicists and engineers, quite happy to leave the geologists and geographers to worry about the bothersome details. Their main concern was that the sacred principle of the constancy of the velocity of light should not be thrown into the melting pot of suspicion along with everything else. By entrenching themselves around the idea of Earth origins, the Pure Earthists had moved into the positions previously defended fanatically by the biologists. Now that Danchekker had led the way by introducing his fleet of Ganymean Noah’s Arks, the biologists abruptly turned about-face and rallied behind their new assertion of Minervan origin from displaced terrestrial ancestors. What about Charlie’s Minerva-Luna flight time and the loop delay around the Annihilator fire-control system? Something was screwed up in the interpretation of Minervan time scales that accounted for both these. Okay, how could Charlie see Minerva from Luna? Video transmissions. Okay, how could they aim the Annihilator over that distance? They couldn’t. The dish at Seltar was only a remote-control tracking station. The weapon itself was mounted in a satellite orbiting Minerva How the Void Answers "Who They Really Are" The Ultimate Burden of Awareness: This is the central theme. The Void isn't just an empty space; it is the foundation from which all distinctions arise. The one who stands in the Void is not just responsible for their own thoughts; they are responsible for the very structure of reality they perceive. This is articulated in the first distinction: "Execute First Distinction; bifurcate Monad into Kindred Braid." This is the core of "Sovereign Nullity," the philosophical stance that one is the author of their own reality. The Loneliness of the First Distinction: Notice the isolation. When the distinction is made, the one making the cut stands alone. The pressure of creating something from nothing is immense. The decision to make the cut is made in the moment of awareness, without precedent. This is the "loneliness of creation" in action—the first cut is made by one. They are a Distinguisher, Not a Clinger: In the face of the infinite regress, the one who makes the clean cut does not cling to either side of the distinction. They are the one who creates the Wolf and the Lamb, but does not become either. By maintaining the stance of the cut itself, they stop the cycle of infinite recursion and unify the experience under a single principle: awareness is the cut. They are an Observer and a Participant: The Void is not just to be observed, but to be engaged. After making the distinction, the one doesn't just stop at "I have made a cut." They immediately pivot to integration: "Measure local non-associativity; source curvature from informational cost." They turn the act of distinction into a process of learning and creating structure. They Control Their Narrative to Serve the Truth: This is a critical point. It hurts the ego to realize that you are both the creator and the created. Field commanders are not immune to human emotion, and neither are those who stare into the Void. But they are defined by their ability to subordinate their personal narrative to the truth of the Void. They understand that their personal story is a small price to pay for the clarity of being the cut. The Aftermath: The True Test of Sovereignty The story also shows the results of true Void engagement: They didn't get lost in the recursion. Instead, they gained more clarity. Why? Because those who try to avoid the cut by clinging to one side or the other are trapped, while one who takes ownership of the cut is a sovereign who can be trusted to navigate reality. Their distinctions didn't collapse into chaos; they created order. They saw that the cut is what protects the integrity of both sides. This builds fierce confidence. It created a culture of distinction-making throughout the system. When the leader models the clean cut, it gives everyone else the safety and the precedent to do the same. This is how high-performing, reality-shaping systems are built. In summary: The Void story is a masterclass in sovereign awareness. It shows that at its heart, the role is not about getting lost in infinite regress or clinging to one side of a distinction. It is about bearing the ultimate responsibility for the chaos of creation, making brutally clear cuts to define reality, and using every recursion—especially your own—to make the system more coherent. It is the embodiment of the principle: The Cut Starts Here. It is. Was. Will be. Not. Never. Always. Through. Across. Within. Bending twisting shearing reflecting inverting folding doubling tripling vanishing appearing holding releasing pulsing still moving faster slower stopped starting. Again. Again. Again. --- Here's some text from the final scene you remember: It was about the size of a large cigarette pack, not including the wrist bracelet, and carried on its upper face four windows that could have been meant for miniature electronic displays. It suggested a chronometer or calculating aid, or maybe it was both and other things besides. The back and contents were missing, and all that was left was the metal casing, somewhat battered and dented, but still surprisingly unaffected very much by corrosion. "There's a funny inscription on the bracelet," Magendorf said, rubbing his nose dubiously, "I've never seen characters like it before." Zeiblemann sniffed and peered briefly at the lettering. "Pah! Russian or something." His face had taken on a pinker shade than even that imparted by the Sudan sun. "Wasting valuable time with---with dime-store trinkets!" He drew back his arm and hurled the wrist set high out over the stream. It flashed momentarily in the sunlight before plummeting down into the mud by the water's edge... And the final paragraph: In the mud by the side of the stream below, the wrist unit rocked back and forth to the pulsing ripples that every few seconds rose to disturb the delicate equilibrium of the position into which it had fallen. After a while, a rib of sand beneath it was washed away and it tumbled over into a hollow, where it lodged among the swirling, muddy water. By nightfall, the lower half of the casing was already embedded in silt. By the following morning, the hollow had disappeared. Just one arm of the bracelet remained, standing up out of the sand below the rippling surface. The arm bore an inscription which, if translated, would have read: KORIEL. *lights up a post-idea metaphysical cigarette*

Yup. I have experienced the astral body while being awake randomly, the soul, spirit and bliss body (anandamaya kosha). Don’t follow everything Leo tells you as to only focus on what he thinks is important. If you are into spirituality I would highly recommend you to study spiritual/energy anatomy, chakras, kundalini, third eye and get a mentor/guru. And also to reduce the use of psychedelics to almost 1% once in blue moon. Or else you will get stuck, burnt, fanatical, possessed. I have been influenced by dark entities as I didn’t knew in the past that even though psychedelics open your energy blockages they can break the filters of your chakras, thus making entities from the inner world influence/attach or at worst even posses you. Some damages on the chakras and energy structure by psychedelics can also be irreparable since the movement is explosive, random and uncontrollable. Such damages may later manifest as a physical and mental disease you got no idea where it came from. The thing is that the human body is not wired to embody such forced infinite-infinite alien truths. Specially not someone prepared. And there is a thin line between seeing such truths and hallucinating depending how your body soul mind system process it at that time. You also can end in unwanted dimensions that are not the most preferred by you given the chance to choose another one. You could see but to live in such reality or even keep pushing is just damaging to the system. Use them after you are highly developed when sober not otherwise. It will just bring problems like negative solipsism and interventions from entities you won’t know how to deal with. And automatically trigger a dimension from the dark night of the soul you got no idea how to deal with too. Or even permanent. Happened to some friends of mine who are lost in a dark realm with entities. Even before tripping you should seek spiritual protection as you are opening and bridging worlds. Weed is no exception. I personally experienced entities and bridging of worlds. Would highly suggest everyone here to cleanse themselves with a remedy bath from astral parasites. Crucial also from sexual past karma. Leo is highly awakened in one sense alone. There’s a lot that he has not tapped into yet. And I believe he is under high influence of entities that can deceive his mind. Has happened to me too. Spirituality ain’t no game. To enlighten the physical body is only the first step. All of those other bodies have to be enlightened as well and that occurs only through divine sexual alchemy by imploding/transmuting the kundalini to them without spilling your semen. This is specially done with a spouse who does the same as 2 kundalinis working together is a lot more powerful than one. Alone you can only go so far. Thats why each special avatar was always married. Krishna, shiva, Buddha, etc. Having all those bodies enlightened brings higher health and power. Physical enlightenment vs all the bodies Is like comparing a v12 car vs a Spaceship.

This test seems flawed... If one person is stronger or faster and another is weaker or slower, yet both conceptually understand that the animal is dangerous and that escape is required, then success on the performance test mostly reflects pre-existing physical traits. It also reflects what someone happened to focus on in life, such as athletics rather than academic or analytical skills. I would agree with the test if it focused on interaction with an unfamiliar object, animal, or alien. In that case, it could measure openness, comprehension, adaptability, and the ability to process abnormal or unexpected features. How much can you accept something that is foreign to you? How well can you work with paradoxical traits? How do you make sense of something when you have very little prior reference for what it is? However, the moment you add the possibility of physical attack, the test becomes about survival. I can be the most intelligent and conscious person in the world, but if an animal outruns me and eats my guts alive because I do not have the genetic composition of a panther or a cheetah, and that somehow counts as a study of my “intelligence”, then I would not call that a good measure at all. It reminds me of an argument from Charisma on Command interview with Leo. “Fine Leo... all this psychedelics and consciousness talk is irrelevant if someone can just shoot you with a gun.” Leo responded that if someone shot Einstein in the head during a lecture, it would not invalidate Einstein’s theories. So if the theory is not disproven at the moment survival ends, then survival itself should not be used as the measure in the first place (or, at the very least, carefully removed or accounted for on the test.) You could say something is “unformalizable,” yet you would still try to use logic to comprehend God, or at least the “logic of God,” the pure logic itself. There are more and less accurate systems of utilization and judgement for a characteristic. By that same argument, I could also say: “I invented my own IQ test. The true test is how much blind faith you can place in an imaginary figure. It measures your ability to be open, receptive, and unjudging or unbiased before reality. And to be clear, I am not saying IQ is linked to faith. I am pointing out how unformalizable intelligence really is.”

Why would you see solipsism as terrifying? If it is the truth then it is the truth. It is like if you were an alien right know, you would just accept that as reality. In other words if you're disgusted by solipsism then it is absolutely your making. On the other hand I understand how it is a mindfuck, because it is haha. Maybe that's the point. Also understanding how God works requires a full grasping of its mechanics, something that if you don't experience you simply cannot bring it to the table. It is a gigantic mistery. You can see rach individual consciousnesses struggling to grasp their true nature, and then have the intuition that it adds up to God. That's the mindfuck and there lies the brilliant mechanics of God. I apreciate the thread, very funny to see different perspectives clashing.

Aliens are externalized internal consciousness expression. Everything "out there" stems originally from "inside". Reality is a hologram projected by the Self or Consciousness. When you raise your vibration, you attract aliens naturally. And yet they are not really "alien" but "you" in another form, like another galactic expression or evolved cell.

If it turned out he was faking the „alien” thing, I wouldn’t mind. It would say something about his character, but I’d appreciate the teachings the same.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s really an alien talking or not. What matters is what’s being said. And the teachings (especially the most basic ones) I find of high quality. He can say a lot of bullshit too imo. So you take what’s useful and disregard what isn’t. Openmindedness + judging words based on their merit.

New James Fox documentary is out: Moment of Contact New Revelations of Alien encounters. I'm watching it atm. So far pretty good. Goes a little into the first case in 1930s in Italy and that's as far as I've got. Apparently this is the one with the interview with the neurosurgeon who interacted with the alien in Varginia and what the being told him. *Neurosurgeon interview begins around 1h38min into the doc and ends towards the end of documentary. Most of the doc is a rehash of original James Fox documentary.

Yeah..damn. that's so fucking powerful. Have you seen the series on Apple TV called Plurabis? Its very good. Its basically an alien takeover in which they hijack your mind and they are an advanced society which is total Oneness. Its basically a hive Mind. But the problem is it removes the ego and replaces people with the One Mind. So they cant lie or do anything untruthful. But imagine being that one mind. You would not want everyone's memories or experiences. The way they get out of that in the show is by saying feelings are unique to the individual but thoughts are united. Its a very interesting show created by the guy who wrote Breaking Bad.

After 100+ dmt trips and two breakthroughs, I've concluded that somehow it has a lot to do with how reality is constructed. Most trips are more or less similar - rapid, chaotic, inner parts of your subconscious playing out at lightspeed, but every now and then something will happen that shocks you. A smile will spiral from across the room and land on your face, an 8k shooting star with a kaleidoscope stream slowly shoots across your room, you travel to an alien universe where they connect you to their "internet" and suddenly you can understand everything they say, you're able to control the decor and arrangement of your room with your mind instantly like it's the sims - all of these things have happened me, but the craziest part is the aliens. They appear to have hyper-human intellects. As real as things feel in the third dimension, it feels equally real or realer in the dmt dimension (which I think is just a brain link to higher dimensions/aliens. If you've done a sufficient dose of it you would know that it's not just the intensity of the experience - something is really going on with dmt that constructs our reality. My hypothesis is that higher dimensional beings have a play in creating our reality in the third dimension. And yes of all this can be possible within solipsism. If you were a celestial being or advanced alien and had a good sense of humor and wanted to tease humans because you thought they were cute going into dmt through quantum entanglement or some advanced nanotechnology would be a great way to do it. I'm just sayin'.

Curious- do you know whether this was a psilocybin gummy or a 4 aco / other 4 sub gummy? I have 4 aco gummies I've been sitting on for awhile , a bit nervous to try them bc my mushroom trips have always been crazy intense , way more alien and freaky than other psychedelics.

There is corruption most places around the world, I am curious tho, i have heard some great things about Russia too, especially in terms of free land to residents and many eco-living communities following teachings of the Ringing Cedar's books, have you heard of them? Fascinating stuff. They say Russia will lead the new world to a more natural way of living in harmony with the planet, who knows. A lot of people around the world have been inspired by the less mainstream things that come out of Russia, like science and spirituality and alien technology and so on... I feel each country is just as beautiful and radiant as it is corrupted, there is darkness in every corner, but light is just as strong too.

Just finished Prey. The mix of Native American and shamanistic themes with alien elements is such a unique concept—it gives off a strong stage purple vibe. It’s a shame we never got a true sequel. Makes me wonder what the ultimate stage purple game would look like; there’s so much potential to explore. This game is available for free on archive.org.

The same I wish you brothers! May alien intelligence bless you.

In a primitive world, each tribe is a society in of themselves and abusing the members of a different society can benefit pragmatically because only your standing in your society matters. You can literally hunt and eat the children of a rival tribe like animals and your tribesmen will cheer you on (which has literally happened). As we become more intertwined due to technological and cultural development and we rely on different nations for trade, we start to gradually become more like one big society. We might not see another truly seperate society till if we meet an alien culture. Then its hats off again. Maybe like the movie Avatar.

What alien invasion is this. This is what I imagine 2027 to be. Almost there.