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I didn't read through this whole thread but you guys would be good to go to this if he has it. Leo is one of the most advanced human beings in the world and this would be a gold mine for you. @Leo Gura however I hope you havent become too advanced for your own good. Your older stuff was Gold. Where you are wanting to go now with Alien Consciousness and the like could steer beginners away.

I am perfectly aware of what suffering means. The misunderstanding lies in confusing pain with suffering. That includes emotional pain. You're talking about the idea that you would become a spiritual superman that's invulnerable. This is obviously false. It doesn't even minimize the pain & suffering that girl experienced. It's all real. But in the end you'll see that nobody every suffered. That will be the greatest mindfuck ever, believe me. And you thought Alien Consciousness was as weird as it gets It takes Infinite Intelligence to create suffering in such a way that it doesn't only not damage Absolute Perfection, but it really CAUSES IT! Take that for a riddle. Even the smallest sting can't be allowed by God to be actually True. Making it simply not real would be a cop-out.

“An alien amongst the sheep, this is who I am.”

It's not the ultimate solution, nor a permanent one, but something potentially very useful regardless. Be more accurate to say psychedelics open you up to radical new possibilities and set your life on a different trajectory; it's an ongoing, unending process though. Speaking from personal experience, not even 100+ serious trips made the anhedonia go away entirely. In a way, it has actually worsened, because I now have utterly alien reference experiences of possible states of consciousness that nothing on this planet will ever come close to. Don't let that discourage you, I regret nothing and wouldn't have it any other way. It's an issue of perception — as though living in a perpetually thick fog, which means an abnormally intense light is required to shine through it. And the truth is we're still bound by constraints of physical reality, including brain chemistry, no matter how imaginary it all is nor how conscious you are of the fact. One cannot meditate, enlighten, or psychedelic out of a mental illness like ADHD or schizophrenia, but what you can do is temporarily awaken many times over and use those pieces to practically change your life at some level. Learning to work with whatever you're given is as important as striving to improve. I'm gradually coming to terms with the fact life is boring, much like with meaninglessness it's not reasonable to color that negatively. And none of it can diminish the pure magnificence of the fact that I'm conscious, so all is well. That's the sort of truth working with psychedelics can help you see in all its glory, which then becomes a saving grance and guiding principle, allowing to withstand whatever challenges life has in store. Without it I may have already been dead. Now, having Asperger's in the mix complicates things, although it doesn't seem as inherently risky as some other conditions. At the very least be prepared to have your analytical mind completely turned to mush, particularly on something as twisted as psilocybin. There's no safeguards, only the mindset to enjoy or at least go along with whatever comes up. If you're fine with a slightly higher degree of experimentation, look into research chemicals, way more options there while still legal. Truffles are a decent start, they were my first time too. A powerful but smooth trip with 15g, a standard pack. Lower dose works as well, but below 7g is probably a waste. Beware, they taste absolutely awful. Alone is best, not away from civilization though. Ideally have a trip killer like a benzo around, mostly for peace of mind. Ones offered in smoke shops are duds. Up to you what to do, you can set a specific intention for the trip or let the psychedelic fully take the driver's seat, both work where appropriate. Good luck.

They are interesting, in the ugly sense of that word. They always make sure to look as alien as possible. Because God forbid you look like a natural human, no no no, you need to break every stereotype and you need to look as genderless as possible

Directly aware. That is the beauty once THAT which is always the case has been realized. It is always right here and available. A God/Alien/Awakening you can loose is just mere temporary appearance. But THAT is always available once the filters/lenses of ignorance (aka arisings of center/self/self-concepts vs. "other"/appearing world "out there") have been fully seen through/transcended. Once these filters/lenses/arisings of ignorance/separation/duality have been removed, its impossible to unsee the true state of "things". Ralstons constant Satori/Kensho. . "Something" which is "Nothing" and "everything" is always the case. Never can not be. Koan: What is it? Chagdu Rinpoche, quoted by Ken Wilber: If it has a beginning in time, it is not it. Selling that with no beginning in time by the River

To realize what Reality is and what my true being is, 15 years+ after starting with a Mahamudra and Dzogchen based practices similiar to Pointing out the Great Way. Before that, some years of Zen-like meditation, but that would not have led anywhere I guess (not efficient enough, at least not for me. Too much brute force effort required). So nowadays I am enjoying the bliss that comes along the release of the ever-grasping self-contraction/ego-illusion and effortless in True boundless nondual impersonal Being, getting rid of the remaining "character-hangovers" (Chat-GPT: "The lingering emotional or mental effects you feel after being deeply immersed in a fictional character or story.")... Ask my wife . And somtimes I wonder why some chase their own merely appearing and temporary (Alien-,x/y/z) tails in a grasping way (wanting x/y/z Awakenings or else suffering/contracting/grasping), which is exactly is the opposite of getting rid of the remaining lenses/filters by resting for really long periods of time in choiceless Awareness, which would make true Enlightenment possible. And propagate the tail-chasing as superior. Mayas illusions and cul-de-sacs, all the way of the path.... So, Godspeed by the River

@Leo Gura yes! I am the other, I am the Trumpist fool who spams X, I am that virgin incel who live with his mother at 35 yo. Once in while I feel like sharing how special this work is on your alien incubator forum. I'll do this work until I'll grow a third telepatic eye sir! I mostly relate well with people regardless of their development, but my relocation to Sweden affected me a bit, as I am a quite masculine and spicy person. People are fragile here, and it's not just me who said this, dated a French girl recently and said she feels exactly the same. As masculinity vs. femininity is a huge passion of mine, I have to keep it for myself, I think that is the biggest problem. This country suffers in silence because they don't understand this subject and it saddens me a lot to see it.

This work has nothing to do with superiority. You are merely seeking greater consciousness of God. If you do that seriously it will automatically make you superior. But that is irrelevant because Consciousness is the only thing that matters. As an adult among children you know you are so superior that it doesn't even need to be said or thought. This work will make you an adult among children, a lion among sheep, an eagle among pidgeons, a whale among fish, an alien among men.

There weren't any main female protagonists in this one. My rant was literally a fucken triggered reaction to Alien: Earth and all the rest of the trollop being vomited out these days. I defo got a bit sidetracked ...

What would be aware of the absence of consciousness? Consciousness or awareness. And here one runs into the singularity of the Absolute where all words and pointers fail. What is always right here right now? Necessarily so? How could THAT not be the case? And at the same time THAT is so empty that it kills any remaining individuality or separate self arisings/contractions. Including the alien. What we normally call consciousness is a self reflective type of consciousness, an arising. Temporary. Illusion. And that can already be Nondual, or a nondual alien, yet identified with it. The Absolute is utterly utterly empty. The psychedelic version of it is not. The end of the game is sayonara to any type of center, lense, individuality or separation. The Absolute is so fundamental it can’t turn around and see itself. The alien can. Hence alien consciousness. And not clap of the one hand. Clapping the Alien with the One Hand by the River

It can be that, it can also be sharing of a deep itch that you feel sharing so you don't feel like you are an alien on this planet. Being a little bit frustrated with the world is a sign that you face truth, not just drawning in fake positivity. I'd rather have a close friend that is a bit frustrated and fighthing for truth than a fake positive pussy.

That which is truly aware doesn't come and go. Sometimes "it" has nothing to be aware of. I see this deep intuition in your posts, and why you value Ralstons material so much because of that. In my view, that comes deeply from your soul, and I consider it as a very precious intuition of your soul. And THAT which is aware watches all the Ant/Human/Alien/Divine Being "individuality" (aka consciousness), which is nothing else than the subjective appearing side of the nondual whole. It is still an arising in the dream... For me its perfectly clear why Reality looks for Leo the way it does (some "consciousness" higher than the other). Because he has never let go fully of all of these juicy subjective parts (aka what he calls higher consciousness, or "consciousness of" Ant/Human/Alien/Divine Being, n+1), leaving some filters/lenses and subjective distorations (aka states) still in place. Even in nondual states giving rise to beings more complex than humans (Alien)... And I totally understand why he totally doesn't understand what I am saying and why I am saying that. My challenge for Leo would be: Sit down on the pillow, meditate until suffering and boredom stops, die on the pillow, then die some more, then die until the Leo-thing is done with, and then see what is really the case when one is able to shut down the arisings of the illusionary separate-self (aka Leo) in real-time - sobre. And if that is not doable, then why? Hint: Leo not quite dead transcended and done with. Ah, the untranscended self-contraction. And once this bug is fully transcended in real time, then tell us when the bliss of the Absolute and the release of any form of self-contraction has started flowing, if the Alien is still so fascinating. Maybe then he will understand why everyone who has achieved Enlightenment (or realized ones own True Nature) values the flow of bliss and the infinite release of Duality, or resting in ones True Being as the Summum Bonum. All possible questions are answered in this. All there ever could be (including Alien) is just mere appearance in ones boundless Being, and the bliss of that Being drowns all grasping. And the end-point of this multi-life-journey is not exploring the multiverse in a grasping way to ease the contraction of the untranscended separate-self. That is done until one tires of it, which can be speeded up with insight. Then, one can still celebrate Gods Infinity of realms. But then, in a non-grasping way, a celebration, because the self-contraction that suffers/grasps/contracts is dead/gone, a mere illusion that once appeared in ones True Being. You will never have the answer going down that road, since its Infinity on Infinity on Infinity forever. God will never run out of Infinities/Aliens/Diving Beings/whatever n+1. You will drop dead before you have the full answer going down that road. But if that is the only tool you have to ease your self-contraction a bit, well, go ahead on do it until you are tired of it - this life or the next. Which, btw., is also the point of the ride: To do what you like until you get tired of that. Or maybe have some insight into the whole process and jump to the next step. Less tiring & suffering. Either way, its how Reality celebrates the appearance of your life. In that sense, let's celebrate the journey we are on to the best of our abilities, and Godspeed in/by/on/as the River PS: UnbornTao wouldn't be UnbornTao if yours truly wouldn't get a snarky comment on his blasphemy, so... and Namaste! PS PS: Leo, having read Reductionism from you quite a lot quite lately.... How about replacing that with Essentialism, and coming home? See you there! And then, from "there", the exploration of the Infinity of Infinities is a celebration, being & feeling at home wherever possibly one seemingly goes.

I haven’t tried it with DMT yet. Only micro dosing on LSD or Molly. But if you have trauma it is a good way to fix that before using psychedelics. Spiritual teachers are telling people to take psychedelics while most people are traumatized to their core. It is not responsible and not conscious. For me taking psychedelics triggers trauma responses in my body(things I suppressed, everybody has this) This device helps me to calm down while I have trauma responses. I have other techniques and devices too which I might share but most people on this forum are not interested in that. They rather talk about goofy alien stuff than healing. That is like trying to go to the prom while you can’t even wipe your own ass. I’m not interested in taking to these idiots anymore.

True. But it's also true that Alien Consciousness is something of importance and value and nobody except Leo went that deep into it and I can't wait to find out what he found. This is how Creation works!!

Me too. God is so amazing that we all can know something which nobody knows exists. This doesn't in any way devalue Alien Consciousness. On the contrary! You've gone very deep there and I actually don't know what you experienced. Isn't it absolutely genius in its design? In the same manner have I seen stuff that nobody here did (yet), including you.

Consciousness doesn't come and go. The point of it being absolute is that there could not possibly be anything beyond it. How could there be - except as a relative phenomenon, where it is thought of as "lots and lots," and notions of higher, lower, easy, or weaker apply? And it may well be about semantics. You seem to want another term to feel special or like an outlier. But "beyond" is still relative, as hard as it is to understand. Even when it is pointed to, what is it that is being referred to? Any distinction that comes to mind as a result of hearing these terms will, by necessity, miss the mark. Do you mean the subjective, chemically-induced state in which you actually thought you could turn yourself into an alien and record it on camera?

I've only done mushrooms lsd dmt and 5 meo dmt (and ketamine and dxm if you count those) in terms of mindfuck mushrooms > dmt > dxm > ketamine > lsd > 4 ho met > 5 meo dmt I've done 4 ho met 4 times , 5 meo once and the rest over a dozen times I guess the 5 meo mind fuck is realizing you imagined the entire universe, but nm dmt already did that and paired it with the most absurd alien geometry , and on psilocybin my consciousness merges with demonic alien beings I don't know where to place weed because I lived in that low level psychosis headspace for several years .

You guys find psilocybin cartoony? Wow, that would be fun. My most recent trips on it (and honestly all my trips on mushrooms) have been deeply unsettling to traumatizing. In terms of visuals, emotions , and ego death. I don't know exactly how to describe my ego deaths on psilocybin. It's not as clean and blissful as a 5 meo breakthrough , nor is it as gentle as a ketamine ego dissociation. It's like being being torn apart by an alien death machine. 4 HO MET is cartoony @Lyubov I want to try mescaline too but I'm hesitant about hurting such a pretty cactus . You can buy it as a houseplant , I would probably just wanna snuggle it instead of turn it into soup.

Congrats! Now you are doing Alien Science! How cool is that?

Jumping Mouse Sometimes we just need a good read that doesn't require a debate, judgement or response. Just enjoy the read and story telling that Natives have shared verbally around a camp fire to pass on spiritual teaching, knowledge and wisdom. Native teachings generally do not tell you what you should think, they leave the thinking up to you. I realize this story is lengthy, but give it a go and enjoy! Jumping Mouse -- This is a Plains Indian Sundance story. Author unknown…. One time there was a mouse who lived with other mice and this little mouse kept hearing a roaring in his ears. He couldn't figure out what it was. All the time, everywhere he went, as he went about his mouse's business, his little whiskers going, looking into nooks and crannies, gathering things, taking seeds from one place to another, he kept hearing this roaring and he wondered what it was. Sometimes he would ask the other mice, "I hear this roaring in my ears, what is it?" And the other mice always said, "We don't hear anything. You must be crazy, get back to work. Accumulate!" So, he got back to work, being a mouse, and did all the things that mice do, but he couldn't get the roaring out of his ears and finally he resolved that he would try to find out what it was. Very timidly he went just to the edge of where the mice were living around the roots of trees and bushes. As soon as he got outside of where the mice lived, he saw a raccoon and the racoon said, "Hello, little brother," and he looked up and said, "Hello, brother." And he said, "You know, I hear this roaring in my ears all the time and I wonder what it is." The racoon said, "Oh, that's easy. I know what that is, that's the great river and I go there every day to wash my food." Little Mouse was really excited because this was the first time that anyone had ever said that what he heard was real and so he started scheming in his mouse's way about how he would take the proof back to all the other mice and then they wouldn't think he was strange anymore. So racoon said, "Yes, I'll take you to the river," and little mouse followed along behind him. Finally, they got to the edge of the great river, to a little eddy on the great river, but little mouse had never seen anything like that before in his life, this fantastic expanse of water. Where mice live the only water they see is rainwater and dew. They don't see big bodies of water, and to little mouse it was just immense and he timidly went up to the edge of the water. He looked in and he freaked because he saw a mouse in there! He jumped back but nothing happened and he looked again and he saw, yes, it's a mouse in there. He'd seen his own reflection for the first time. The racoon led him down to the bank of the river and at one place he put his hand in and tasted the water and finally the racoon said, "I have to go about my business and find food and wash it in the river, but I'll take you to a friend of mine." So, racoon took little mouse to his brother, Frog. There was a big green frog sitting on the edge of the river, sort of half in and half out. Little mouse said to him, "Hello, brother," and the frog replied, "Hello, brother." And they talked for awhile and the frog told him all about his life, about how he had been given the gift to live half in the water and half out of the water. He was all green on top and white underneath. He told little mouse, "When thunderbird flies you will always find me here but when winter- man comes I will be gone." That sounded pretty good to little mouse and then the frog said to him, "Do you want a medicine?" Little mouse said, "Sure, I'd like a medicine, yes." And then the frog said, "O. K., just crouch down as low as you can get and then jump up as high as you can jump." So little mouse did that. He got down as low as he could go and then he jumped up as high as a mouse could jump. And when he jumped up he saw the sacred mountains and then he fell back down and fell into the water. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before and he scurried out of the water and he was really mad. He said, "You tricked me, that's no medicine, I fell in the water." And the frog said, "Yes, you fell in the water. You're wet. But you're safe, you're alive, aren't you?" And little mouse said, "Yes, I am." And the frog said to him, "What did you see when you jumped up?" Little mouse said, "Oh, yes, yes. I saw the sacred mountains." And the frog said to him, "You have a new name. Your name is Jumping Mouse." Jumping Mouse thanked the frog for having taught him and then he says, "It's time to go back to my people. I want to tell them about the sacred mountains." He has really changed. Instead of saying, "I want to prove to those bastards that the river really exists," now he is just excited. He's seen the sacred mountains and he wants to go back and share his vision with his people. He speaks in innocence because he has learned from the frog. He wants to go back in innocence to tell them about it, and in innocence he will be able to return. The frog tells him, "It's easy to go back to your people. Just keep the sound of the river behind you. The roaring that you heard is now your medicine. You know what it is and you can return to your people." Mice are unable to go in a straight line because they can see close but with the medicine behind him Jumping Mouse can return. He has always heard it, but now he can navigate by it, he has a direction. Jumping Mouse keeps the medicine behind him and goes back to where the other mice are living. He says to them, "You know that roaring in my ears? It was the great river and racoon took me there and I met a frog. The frog gave me a medicine and I jumped up and I saw the sacred mountains." But they looked at him really strangely because he was all wet. He had forgotten entirely about falling in the river but they started whispering among themselves. They said, "An animal must have had him in its mouth. There must be something wrong with him. There must be some pollution, something terrible that he was in the jaws of death and wasn't taken. Very dangerous person." They didn't even hear what he said about the sacred mountains. Poor Jumping Mouse was just crestfallen at this because he had really wanted to tell them about what he had seen so they could see it too, but they couldn't. You cannot see through the eyes of another without giving him your eyes, and they were unable to do that. He stayed with them for a while because they were his people, but finally he resolved that he would go on and find the sacred mountains. He told them about his resolve and they said, "You're insane, you can't do it, the spots will get you." They knew, all mice know, that out on the prairie eagles can swoop down and get mice. But mice do not know eagles. They are too distant from them and so they only see them as spots in the sky. They can see close into the little things of the earth but when they look up and far away, they only see spots. And this is a paradox, but eagles when they are close to the ground only see things as a blur. The mice's fear of spots is real because eagles are real and really get mice, and Jumping Mouse was terrified but went on. Out onto the prairie he went, his whiskers feeling, dodging this way and that, feeling the spots pressing down on his back. The prairie is where the great animals meet and travel far and it is an alien place for a mouse. Jumping Mouse went out into it with his fear and finally he came to a circle of sweet sage. The circle of sage was a haven, a cover from the spots, and sweet sage is a plant that you cannot eat but which is used by the Indians for incense, prayer, something healing and beautiful. There in the sweet sage was an old, old mouse. Long braids, an old mouse. Jumping Mouse was joyous to meet someone of his own kind he could talk to out in this alien place. The clump of sage was a haven and a paradise for mice. There were seeds and roots to crawl into and everything a mouse could want there. He went up to the old mouse and he said, "Grandfather, I heard a roaring in my ears and I have been to the great river." The old mouse said, "Yes, I too heard the roaring and I too have been to the great river." Jumping Mouse was really excited because for the first time he had found a mouse who had shared his experience. So, they talked about the river and the common things they knew. Jumping Mouse was more and more excited and he said, "And then I met the frog and he told me to jump up and I jumped up and I saw the sacred mountains." The old mouse was silent for a long time and finally said, "My grandson, the great river is real and we have both been there and tasted its water, but the sacred mountains are just a myth. They don't exist." Jumping Mouse was just crushed and disappointed by this and the old mouse said to him, "Stay with me and grow old with me here. This is a perfect place for mice and we have both been further than any other mouse." Jumping Mouse resolves to go on and the old mouse is really upset. He says, "You can't do that, the spots will get you." But Jumping Mouse is resolved and he leaves the old mouse in the sage. He goes out onto the prairie and he is really afraid. He can feel the spots, just feel them pressing in. Knows that they are there every moment; his little whiskers are going fast and finally he gets out to the middle of the prairie and comes to a stand of chokecherry bushes. Chokecherries are good to eat but they make you fantastically thirsty. The more you eat, the more thirst you have. Jumping Mouse is out of breath and thankful for a safe haven and cover from the spots and as he lies there panting, he hears a great sighing slowly, up and down. And he looks up and sees that it is a great animal. Jumping Mouse thinks, "I am so small and this great being is so large," and he forgets his fear in his awe and goes up to the animal and says, "Hello, great brother," and it replies, "Hello, little brother," and Jumping Mouse asks, "Who are you?" and he says, "I am a Buffalo and I am dying." When he hears this, little mouse is overcome with sadness that this great being that he has just met is dying and he says to him, "What can I do to make you well? Is there any medicine that will make you well?" And the buffalo says, "I have talked with my medicine and it has told me that there is only one thing that will make me well, and that is the eye of a mouse, and there is no such thing as a mouse." Jumping Mouse was just freaked by this and he ran back, his little whiskers going, his tail behind him until he reached some cover. But from a safe place he heard the breathing again, getting slower and slower, and he felt a tremendous compassion for the buffalo. "I am so small," he thought, "and the buffalo is so great and so beautiful." Finally, he came out from his hole, taking two steps forward and one step back, his tail dragging, but resolved to speak to his great brother. "I want to tell you something," he said, " there is such a thing as a mouse and I am a mouse." "Thank you very much, little brother," the buffalo replied. "I will die happy knowing that there is such a thing as a mouse. But it is too much to ask of you to give one of your eyes." But Jumping Mouse told him, "No, I am so small and you are so great that I would like to give you one of my eyes and make you well." And immediately as he said that, one of his eyes flew out of his head and the Buffalo jumped up, strong and powerful, his hooves pounding on the earth and his great head dancing and hooking. He was strong and he said, "I know who you are. You are Jumping Mouse and you have been to the river and jumped up and seen the sacred mountains. You are on your way to them. I can guide you across the prairie, for I am one of the great beings of the prairie. Run underneath me. I know you are afraid of the spots, and I will protect you from them. You will be safe and I will take you across the prairie right to the edge of the sacred mountains. But I can't take you farther than that because I am a creature of the prairie and I must stay here to give away to the people. If I go up onto the sacred mountains it will be too steep and I will fall and crush you." So, Jumping Mouse runs underneath the buffalo across the prairie, his hooves just pounding, dust flying, shaking the earth and little mouse is frightened at the great power of the buffalo. He knows he is safe but this is worse, trying to keep up with a goddam buffalo! Finally, they get to the edge of the prairie and he is really exhausted and he comes creeping out from underneath the great buffalo, thankful to be alive. He looks up at the great gift and he says, "That was really something!" And the buffalo says, "You didn't need to worry, little brother. I am a buffalo and I know where I place every footstep. I am a great dancer and light on my feet. I could see you underneath me all the way and you were perfectly safe." So, the buffalo left Jumping Mouse at the edge of the sacred mountains, and he looks around. Who should he see now but a wolf, sitting there - a big beautiful wolf, just sitting on his haunches, kind of looking around one place or another. And he goes up to him and he says, "Hello, brother Wolf." And the wolf says, "Wolf, wolf, yes, I'm a wolf, wolf, yes, wolf," and then he sort of sits back and a beatific grin comes across his and he doesn't say any more. His mind wanders, slips away. And Jumping Mouse can't figure that out. What the hell's going on? So, he comes up again and he says, "Hello, brother wolf," and the wolf says "Wolf, wolf, yes wolf, wolf yes, I'm a wolf, yes," and his voice trails off as his mind slips again. So, Jumping Mouse wonders what is going on and he goes a little distance away and he listens to the beating of his heart; the sound of his heart is beating like a drum inside him. And he remembered all the thing that have happened to him. He remembered that when the buffalo was dying the thing that would make him well was the eye of a mouse and he figures that's good medicine. "I've got good medicine, a lot of power in the eye of a mouse." And he resolves that he will give his other eye to the wolf and that will make him well. So he goes up to the wolf and he says, "Brother wolf," and the wolf begins to say, "Wolf, wolf" but Jumping Mouse stops him and says, "I want to give you one of my eyes," and immediately his eye, his last eye, is gone and he's blind, and the wolf jumps up and says, Yes, I'm a wolf. I know who you are. You are Jumping Mouse. You have been to the great river, the frog has shown you the sacred mountains, the buffalo has brought you to me, and I can guide you to the medicine lake at the top of the sacred mountains." Little mouse is blind now, and all he has is his whiskers. He can touch but he has given up all his old ways of seeing. He can only touch things close now. The wolf takes him up from the prairie, through the pines, "stands-in-place," Finally they get to the open country at the top of the mountain. There are no trees there, no cover, nothing for a mouse. They get to the edge of the medicine lake and the wolf tells him, "We are here. We are at the medicine lake." And he sits Jumping Mouse down by it. Jumping Mouse takes his hand and puts it in the water and tastes it, and it's good, it's beautiful. And then the wolf describes to him what he can see in the medicine lake. He says, "In the medicine lake are reflected all the lodges of the people. The whole world is reflected there. The medicine lake is the reflection. It is a symbol of the reflection. They sit there and Jumping Mouse knows that it is time for the wolf to go about his business and travel to other parts of the world. It is time for the eagles to get him. It is an open place and as soon as his guide is gone the eagles will see him and come. He is blind and he can't see them. The wolf feels tremendous compassion and feeling for Jumping Mouse his brother, and his heart stretches out to him, and the wolf cries. Then he leaves and Jumping Mouse is left alone, blind, nothing but looking within, and he can feel the spots on his back, just pressing in, hard. And then he hears the rush of wind and wings and then there is a fantastic shock and everything is black. The next thing he knows, he can see colours. He can see! He can see colours. And he's amazed, astounded, he doesn't know if he's dreaming or what is happening. But he's alive and he can see colours. Then he sees a blur of colours moving toward him, something green and white moving his way and from the colours comes a voice. "You want a medicine?" And Jumping Mouse says, "Yes, I'd like a medicine." And the voice says, "Just get down as far as you can and jump up as high as you can jump." So little mouse gets down as low as he can and jumps up as high as he can jump, and when he does, the wind catches him and swirls him up and up and up in the air. And the voice calls out from below him, "Grab hold of the wind!" So little mouse reaches out and grabs hold of the wind as hard as he can, and the wind takes him higher and higher until everything begins to get clearer and clearer. Crystal clear, and he can see all the great beings of the prairie, the buffalo, the wolf on the mountain, and he looks down into the medicine lake and there are all the lodges of the people reflected, and on the edge of the medicine lake he sees his friend the frog. He calls down to him, "Hello, brother Frog," and the frog calls back to him, "Hello, brother Eagle."

@Leo Gura, I cannot imagine that in my normal state, because I cannot escape familiarity entirely. However, on DMT, things get quite alien. Though, I haven't had a big enough dose to go fully alien. By the way, I was trying to say that people are inclined to think of the word "alien" as a creature and not as an unfamiliar experience. I wasn't saying that you are using it wrong.

One of these days, I will talk about manifesting and if there is any validity to it, and if it's just part of the dream, yes, you, Mr. Neville Goddard, I will talk about you. Yes, there are a lot of YouTubers making money from his teachings, and you as well, the Reddit group, you little cretins. Yes, it is and feels totally alien from being a human. God is an infinite question/mystery unto itself. Or is it? Have you noticed on this forum that some people have been told the truth, but then they forget and keep asking the same question over and over again? Talk about Groundhog Day. Maybe god divided itself as a form of experiment into separate consciousness to see if each one comes up with the same stuff at the same time, or to see what each individual one comes up with with different ideas. God would experiment upon itself. And would new insights be generated? Would the parts be greater than the whole, bringing new ideas of what consciousness is? You are consciousness, but what really is it? An infinite mind, a sentient being, but you see, these are just words. Words can not do justice to what you are. Now, there would likely be infinite states of consciousness, which I have said before. I wrote this for fun. There is no enlightenment to be had; it's part of the dream/ illusion. You must have noticed by now that you keep telling people what it's all about, but they keep reverting back to the same old notion. It's so obvious. Buddhism must be one of the hardest things to break out of, I guess, so is religion. Religion and spirituality are all nonsense. I knew this without having to take any psychedelics. Even the hobo down the street gets this, and he never went to school. It's like a recursive reclusion. Tuesday, which is tomorrow, I will go for my fourth ketamine infusion. I hope they don't up the dose again above 60mg. How the hell can you use this drug in a recreational place while dancing? When I did have the higher dose, when I closed my eyes, I could see blue patterns this time instead of red, and no, they were not like fractal geometry, whatever that means, I have no idea, as well as memory loss while I was on it. I guess I will find out tomorrow. One of the most intense trips on ketamine today, and it was the same dose, 60mg. I woke up as God and became the Godhead, and I felt infinite Love. Had that amnesia again, it's quite bizarre. I would have to say Ketamine is not one of my favs. It feels wonky, not smooth, unclear I don't know how to put it Gutless spineless pawn.

From Alexa: That sounds like a profound shift in your self-perception, When we discover something fundamental about ourselves, it can feel like we're suddenly inhabiting unfamiliar territory - even within our own minds. This kind of existential awakening often comes with that disorienting "alien" sensation because you're seeing yourself through completely different eyes.

Do not. Fucken sick of the shit coming out these days. Fucking sick of these space witch girl-boss mary-sue characters. Same shit as the Alien: Earth females. Characters like Ripley from the Alien series were such huge inspirations for me because she wielded femininity in a really inspiring way - through action. Motherhood. Protection. But with strength that didn't need to rofl-stomp masculinity and masculine characters. The women in films these days are simply wooden planks on screen and made to be successful & celebrated for just BEING females. Like that is so amazing they were born with a mut? Rather than what the DO to wield positive feminine traits. I had free tickets. I went in with low low expectations. Only to have my neck broken from the whiplash action you cannot focus on and a sterilized vasectomy of a storyline. Anyway, thanks for listening I feel better after emptying that out I admit I was semi-lured in because of Nine Inch Nails. *spits*