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Saturday: March 7th, 2026. Self-belief as a powerful affirmation is distinct from unshakeable overconfidence.
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Saturday: March 7th, 2026. Unafraid of the actual truth is distinct from ongoing self-deception.
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My Angel
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You need basic work and to drop assumptions. But "awakening" is not the only focus. Also, there aren't many enlightened people to begin with at all. Maybe Leo, just maybe. You can always question. That's essentially the practice. Ask: "Who am I?" Be open and do that until you get it.
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I will never forget you forever my sweet beautiful Angel
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Check this: https://x.com/brianjberletic/status/2029494771585372603?s=46&t=DuLUbFRQFGpB8oo7PwRglQ “ 🇺🇸🇮🇱The US is not Fighting Iran "For Israel" Western empire going back to Roman times sought control of the Middle East in pursuit of greater primacy. The British Empire sought control over the region in pursuit of GLOBAL primacy - and the US has simply picked up where the British left off. The US seeks primacy over the ENTIRE planet - the Middle East is part of the planet - thus the US seeks primacy over the Middle East as well as the Western Hemisphere, Europe, Africa, and Asia. Israel was a joint US-British creation as a means of facilitating this regional control just as both nations have created proxies around the globe throughout history up to and including now with nations like Ukraine, the island province of Taiwan, etc. The US seeks control over the Middle East to control its oil - specifically to deny it to China. This is a stated objective spanning years of policy papers. It also seeks to topple Iran as a member of the multipolar world as a means of whittling it down. If/When the US topples Iran it will then pivot to further encircling Russia and China. ALL of these conflicts are connected - including through the US strategy of using regional proxies to advance its interests. In Europe it is Ukraine, in the Middle East is it Israel, Jordan, and the Persian Gulf states, in Asia-Pacific it is the island province of Taiwan, Japan, and the Philippines. For those citing munition shortages and other symptoms of US imperial overreach during this current conflict as "proof" it is suffering instead at the expense of "Israel" - munition shortages and energy crises began with the US proxy war in Ukraine years earlier. Some other facts: AIPAC spending is dwarfed by US arms manufacturing lobbying alone saying nothing of big-oil, big-pharma, big-tech etc.; Israel is entirely dependent on US arms, munitions, joint military industrial production, air and missile defenses, ISR, and both political and financial support - support that Israel would blow away in the wind without; Last year the US literally used Israel to trigger its war on Iran to absorb the blame and retaliation in full from the resulting conflict - as per US policy papers proposing doing so as early as 2009; This year Israel again absorbs the brunt of the retaliation - and thanks to useful idiots - sole blame for the conflict instead of Wall Street and Washington; IMPORTANT: Pointing this out does not somehow "defend Israel" or negate Israel's crimes any more than Ukraine being a US proxy negates its many and multiplying crimes. The US and its proxies are all guilty. It is important to hold EVERYONE involved in injustice accountable. It is most important to deal with a global threat at its root and that root lies in Wall Street and Washington - not an artificially created country completely dependent on both.” ”It would really be like saying: “Ukraine controls the US! Look at how the US is running out of missiles to fight for Ukraine! Look at how many Ukrainians come to Washington! Zelensky spoke to Congress!!!" The US is backing Ukraine to cripple Russia the same way it backs Israel to cripple targeted nations in the Middle East the same way it is building up proxies in Asia-Pacific to target China. Separate your personal hate and emotions and see the big picture.” * I’ve commented views similar to this weeks ago.
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The operation to stop Iran invovles mostly arestrike forces and mainly Israeli ground agents. It is worth thinking sometimes about the good things that can come out of this for millions of people in Iran.
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Intuition. You were a bit vague and it wouldn't be the first time an account does something like this. Just checking. Anyway, you can ignore me.
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Fools ridicule what they don’t understand.
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I saw a trailer for this game and thought it looked interesting. I like the mood. Seems like a project worth supporting.
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I remembered this thread asking about what is feminine / masculine etc. This tweet was interesting in that regard: https://x.com/sovereignim/status/2028892302207230415?s=46&t=DuLUbFRQFGpB8oo7PwRglQ “In man, she loves the masculine: risk taking, daring, conquest driven, ruthless, dominant, defiant, assertive - she loves the monster But crucially too, she looks for the human in that monster, the beast that would be divine, and for that she looks for the feminine in him: intuition, receptivity, attunement, expressiveness, sympathy, sensitivity and nuturing The former of course being more masculine than the latter, but the synthesis of each being perfectly masculine in a way that makes the former alone look primitive - for you see, to woman, the "true man" is a man who has integrated his feminine without losing his masculine - and in that sense, has transcended his primitive barbarianism to resemble god in his paternalism - fatherliness is apex masculinity, and the perfect father is God, but within man: the synergised synthesis of masculine and feminine within the male vessel. It is for this reason she loves a man who knows how to appreciate her without being consumed by her or sycophantic to her, because he embodies the best of her without losing the best of himself. To simply prefer the feminine to the masculine is to self-betray, to surrender, to lose all respect and get nothing. To understand the feminine in all its darkness, appreciate its light, and incorporate that into yourself as a man whilst retaining your masculine edge is something else entirely. In truth, most women are forced into unsatisfying mate choices: be it the sensitive attuned man who lacks ruthlessness, the cerebral man who lacks courage or sensitivity, or the ruthless man who lacks wisdom. Forced to pick a single lane, the ruthless will win everytime, but of course the best of men does not inhabit just one lane, but all. But if she is greedy, and she is, for as the receptive principle she is endlessly devouring - then she longs for it all - she longs for man as both savagery and poetry - the paradox who has integrated contradictions in tension to resemble art - a man with the voltage to be as chaotic and thrilling as she is, whilst being reasonable and grounded enough to stabilise her. A man who can take her to the highest heights she's ever known, and then catch her as she falls without flinching - he is both adventurer and leader. Very few women ever get to know such a man, for to be such a man is to, irrespective of all other factors, be the best of men. Which is why if you are a man who wants your pick of only the finest daughters, then becoming this man will grant you your wish.”
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WWIII not looking so unlikely now.
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An on the fly Short Story, and a Shorter Scientific Wrap-up: Two of the Shortest Straws before the longest entry, is revealed April 1st. Writing on my phone just now while waiting for a flight…heh. Okay let’s do this. o————————O————————o Garry wandered into the local food store aimlessly, thinking that he may be able to chew up some time while he waited for Meredith, Garry’s wife, to come back from Yoga class where he told her he would be for her to pickup. Casually handling the cereal box of Fruity Loops Max, looking at the ingredients he was reminded by how he ate so many Fruity Loops one day that he vomited on his mother’s birthday cake that his sister made for her. “Sir, we are closing in five minutes. We just wanted to politely let you know.” Garry pondered to himself. “Is it possible I could wait another five minutes? I am just waiting for my wife to come back from Yoga class.” Said Garry. The shopkeeper then pressed further, “I am sorry, these are our rules. We wish to close up fully within five minutes. Thank you sir.” Garry then began to play with his moustache, thinking that it was absurd that the woman wouldn’t just let him wait another five minutes. He even told her that it was his wife he was waiting for. The woman came back. “Sir, I am about to close the roller door. Would you like to make any purchases before I ask you to make your way out?” Garry sighed, “Ah, no thank you.” Garry then nodded his head and proceeded towards the exit where before he left, a man called for his name within the store. “Garry!” The man said. “Garry!” He said again. “Yea?” Garry said, having already turned around, not recognising the man and so exclaimed with confusion. “Garry, Garry, Garry. Ha!” By this point the man had already made his way outside to meet at the feet of Garry’s bewilderment. “Sir, I have never see you before in my life.” Garry said. “Garry, I am in your imagination. You created me. You have your eyes closed asleep right now while you’re laying on your bed. This is a dream.” Said the mysterious man. “Sir, if you would excuse me I have to prepare for the arrival of my wife, she is coming back from Yoga class and then o must be off quickly.” Garry now having shifted from confusion to the judgement that the man must be insane to perplexed over how he knows his name. “Garry, I understand. My apologies.” “And ah, sir. How do you know my name?” “If I told you, do you really think you’d believe me given I already told you?” “Sir I am not dreaming.” Garry now becoming frustrated. “Well to put another way, I am your subconscious communicating with itself in real time. You invented me prior to you falling asleep so that when you were dreaming you could come to me and I would remind you that you were in a dream.” Exclaimed the shopkeeper with calm joyful confidence. “Ah-erm… Look you see my wife is here now, I must be off.” Said Garry, while reflecting on a science article he read about how when the mind splits into instability it can sometimes be, albeit shaky, a bridge to information flowing into consciousness from other realms. He contested that the man must be crazy and the only way he knew that information was from unconscious multidimensional travel, pathways which had obviously corrupted his mind. “I am sleeping with your wife Garry.” And with those words Garry went from casual judgement to quietly estranged distance. “Honey! Ha, let’s go!” Meredith said with elation. Her car window wound down with her arm hanging out with some mild sweat slowly moving down her forehead as she gently strummed the car door with her fingers. “Oh Frank, what are you doing here?” Meredith said, her confidence taking a tiny dip as she felt slight fear merge with the unpredictability that awaited the next moments. Garry now with just as much bewilderment, simultaneously now armed with retort to describe the insanity of the man, compassion for him, combined with impending dread that his wife knows him under the precondition of infidelity set by Frank. “Meredith, I am here to try to wake-up Garry here. You see I told him he was in a dream but he didn’t believe me.” “Oh right. Oh dear. So just like that you…” “Well he was wondering around in the store before. I didn’t know about it but. This all came after I noticed him. Then I told him we were fucking.” Garry now more confident in the former prediction, already preparing to dial for community services to help the man, perhaps even organise a homeless shelter if doesn’t have permanent residence. “And he didn’t believe you still? Yes honey, this is a dream. And Garry and I are fucking.” Meredith then proceeded to rub her tits while squirting milk onto her husband. Garry then wiped his eyes, looked up and realised he was in his bed. He quickly got up, moved to the bathroom and noticed milk on his eye. He returned to the bed where his wife lay and then noticed a bottle of baby milk. Reconciling the memory of his wife feeding their son before bed, he placed the bottle by the bedside then went to check on Vincent, his 6 month old. The door quietly creaked as he gently touched it open, stepping into the fluorescent blue night light towards Vincent’s bed. Reassured Vincent was safely asleep, Garry made his way towards the master bedroom with the dream he just had playing in his mind. Opening the door he immediately saw another man, naked in front of his wife as she was giving the man a blowjob. “What the fuck is this?” Garry said. With the man and woman’s back turned to him initially the man had turned around and Garry immediately saw his own face. Garry then looked into the mirror and didn’t recognise his face at all, it looked like Frank whom he had met at the food store. “Meredith, what the FUCK!” Garry by this stage was feeling traumatised by the experience, something that was viscerally felt throughout the house and in the shock and awe of the man and woman interlacing with one another. The woman’s face now became slowly visible and before he saw her fully Garry woke up. This time, he felt a slight jarring pain on his forehead. Laying down on his schoolyard steps during lunchtime a tennis ball had hit his head while drifting off to sleep. Startled Garry looked around. “Hey Gazza! Throw us the ball aye ha! And get over here we need you. With YOU, we’re no longer just dreaming about winning against em, heh!” “We’re no longer just… dreaming?” Reminded by the ordeal he had just experienced combined with the relief of running off to have fun before the school bell, he shrugged it all off while still feeling a little internally icy and perturbed but with the confidence it would just steady out soon enough. “Well, it depends on what you mean by dreaming Garry. You create the conditions. You are doing what you call dream jumping. You creates me to remind you off this so you could use it as a time to synthesise your insights from dream drinking so far. That’s why I threw the tennis ball at your head dufus, ha! Anyhow, I’ll catch you in the after-life aye?” Garry then woke up in a morgue. However he didn’t know this yet. A fact that quickly changed after he repeatedly banged on the walls of a pitch black stinking metal unit he was petrified inside of. “Get me the fuck outta here!” He would yell repeatedly. “Mr. Robertson. Are you okay? Are you ready to speak with the doctors now?” Said the nurse that was preparing for the doctor to make his verbal entrance. “Mr. Robertson, my name is Dr. Labyrinth, to my left is Dr. Rubric and to my right is Dr. Maze. We are sorry sir, this has never happened before, and we are utterly perplexed as to how this has happened. If you like we can come back later however we wanted to step in now to see if you were ready to touch base with us.” Said Dr. Labyrinth “What… what on earth happened?” Said Garry. “Well you see sir, you have been in a coma for over ten years now… and ah”… Garry cut Dr. Rubric off before he could complete his sentence. “Wait, didn’t I just fucking wake-up in a morgue? You mean that this didn’t fucking happen?” Said Garry, with the trauma of everything still holding its weight in every thought pattern. “Well you see sir, yes that did actually happen. However you were unequivocally pronounced dead. Your heart had stopped after we had repeatedly striven to bring you back for over an hour. And you’ve already been in the morgue for over a day with the pathologist only becoming aware of your struggle in the last couple of hours. Nursing staff by the way are frequently walking around and past the area and the pathologist was working for a few hours inside the same unit before he had heard your screams. So I assure you zero mistake was made on our end. This is… nothing short of a miracle Mr. Robertson.” said Dr. Maze “Wait… I saw you trying to revive me. I remem… I was hovering above myself viewing all of you around me when I died… I…” said Garry. “Thats impossible Mr…” Garry cut off Mr. Rubric again. “Then how would I know it was precisely you three around me and that you were wearing a black coat not a white coat and that you have a golden Rolex that I saw on the bench at the time that you only have the skin wristband to show for it now!” The doctors didn’t say a word. “I also saw Dr. Rubric speak with his wife after he left the operating theatre! Now how the fuck would I know that any other way!” Garry explained frustratingly. The nurse then came strongly by Garry’s side, trying to soothe him. Garry’s nervous system responded immediately with a calmer rhythm. o————————O————————o The Scientific Debrief… Edward Scissor-Hands makes a mark with his mathematical ten-pronged metal wand... Let’s get back to formalism now aye, bout time! o————————O————————o Diary: Medical School Journal. Chapter: Where Short Story meets Science of the Mind Date: March 7th entry. Entry: #10. o————————O————————o I just decided off the cuff to write the story as stated that said though I realised towards the end that scientifically, Garry’s continuous awakenings mirror a real boundary problem in consciousness research that feels much more visceral to me now. So I’m talking along the lines of how near death experiences, coma mentation, ICU delirium, REM-intrusion and dream recall often do not present as neatly separable states. They’re actually overlapping realities later welded together by memory into one felt world, and ah… that has many implications for my theoretical work on #3 Meaning and as I briefly on the fly introduced how dreams, both waking, sleeping and other less conscious variants don’t just take part in that process but how dreaming is a fundamental pillar to the curative process of Meaning itself, which is ah… not straightforward nor something that can just be simplistically categorised outside of a final methodological process that encapsulates the right edges thats easy to follow to steer meaning curation. In fact… Meaning can be so bizarre, that any sentience that is too conservative cannot respond in any other way than to frame it with a simplistic category. Completely avoiding the complexities of dreaming itself as a whole (so not just sleeping), worse, completely ignoring the nuanced relationships meaning shares in a creative process, that lives just outside conscious awareness, while living across the edge within it. Dreaming and meaning, share so many cross-links with awarensss and memory that this is why I decided upon meaning coming third, and I will hold off on revealing #4 until April 1st. For example, ICU survivors commonly report “unreal experiences” made from hallucination, dream fragments, fear and intermittent perception, while NDE studies show that these memories are often exceptionally vivid, emotionally dense and in some cases richer than memories of coma or ordinary autobiographical events. Aka, where #1. Awareness, #2. Memory become so perturbed both by and through the “dream-meaning” space that experienced imagined reality becomes indistinguishable to and is recorded as an actually experienced reality. What Dream science reveals in my own self experiments in something that I have stumbled upon as “Consciousness Streaming” (my own category), is the minds hidden plasticity when it releases the metacognitive controls that constrain the sense of self moment to moment experienced reality, with the cathartic changes in the story revealing the importance of tapping into this fluidity, and how when I teach my own version of this consciousness streaming, holding off on further details for now, it isn’t new rely the tapping into fluidity but accessing a deeper architecture of what and how the self constructs itself in real time through “dream-meaning”. “Dream meaning” is just a term I am coining on the fly right now but it feels apt. So this is where the short story meets my deeper blossoming theory of how meaning is forged. Meaning isn’t just forged within for, from and towards stable reality or stable relational objects within. In fact it’s the exact opposite, what I have found in my self experimentations and research is that reality as we know it in the physical sense is purely a safe playing ground by which we learn to craft “dream-meaning” through consequence, reward and punishment, then our nervous system becomes primed, hijacked and a prisoner to that; haha, aka hidden underneath the cry of the architecture of our own phenomenological experience being that of our own brainwashing we have sworn to protect, unknowingly of course, swearing it is our Declaration of Independence. When in reality, it is just the present historical state of the meeting ground in which collective consciousness intersects on to establish a stable point of communication to converse with one another through economical trade, speech and political corruption. In the same way that the mind binds discontinuous signals into provisional coherence to establish “identity coherence” exploratively through imaginary worlds, the same bread and butter is used to make the identity humans often confuse as themselves in the intersubjective reality. Because our dream worlds show consciousness as fluid before identity is fixed, generative before reality is settled, and how sensory and emotional signatures can still be salient and even more vivid than normal waking reality, it reveals how “dream-meaning” is not just something we should be taking as an extra part of psychological development and our understanding of the human mind. In fact my reconceptualisation of reality as merely the meeting ground between consequence, punishment and reward, combined with the extra dimensionality “dream-meaning” reveals, shows that the centre of human advancement is in exploring psychological, intrapersonal and interpersonal development through extra-dimensional “dream-meaning” spaces. We already do this through fixed alternate realities like video games, and films anchor intrapersonal exploration and interpersonal dialogue on social norms for revision. These avenues have been so effective in crafting new reality dynamics from social norms to demographic off-shoots that are completely at odds with actual reality that my conceptualisation of physical reality as merely an agreed upon meeting ground becomes not only visceral but overly justified. Dialogues imprinting the importance of societal solidification demand nothing other than complete compliance, and the best way to do this is via implicit consent born out of an unquestioned conformity as the consciousness has forgotten to know itself through the meta-dream space. Meta-dream is a technical word I use to simultaneously denote the sketch pad a consciousness uses to curate itself by understanding the dream itself it is being interlocked, not locked, within at that moment in time, thereby enabling the consciousness to iteratively transform itself through the balance of disillusionment and self-realisation via truth discernment. Meta-Dream is the space the majority of the population are largely asleep too, hence why people can be characterised today as “digital zombies”, where in large part they merely play the same song of life on repeat day in and day out, with little awareness or questioning of the digital addictions they have from newly wedded AI girlfriends/boyfriends to YouTube and Facebook clicks to even celebrity culture addictions to worse, people going crazy for… yes you better believe it, AI models, as in Artificially Created People/Sims, that are completely AI, the people know they’re AI and yet people act like they’re celebrities still. This is particularly popular on Instagram though I don’t know any off hand. The “Meta-Dream” space is not only irretrievable as an ontological contemplation, it’s not even a possible reality that exists outside their affections for digital imaginary realities. By the same mirror imprint then of artificial digital realities, these people, reflect the “walking sims” or the “walking and talking” embodiment of simulacrons totally indistinguishable from the apt term of “NPC’s”, a term I used to not be so fond with in the past but now it’s, as per described in my previous post just stated in a… “matter of fact” way. More and more now then as a consequence of revelations following this newly formed sentiment of the “meta-dream” space that I will do more work on between now and April 1st is, literally all or any emotional responses I have with physical reality that I have not agreed to, must pass consent barriers before I will allow myself to register it as a part of the identity that interweaves with my experience of the physical dimension. This is not a unique narrative, but exclusive to the only direction we as humanity are invariably moving towards in understanding the intersection between those two coined terms, “dream-meaning” and “meta-dream”, which by its very definition teaches how to answer a positive resolve towards the main question I posed in the previous post concerning, “Can you out-dream”… something that to a simulacron is impossible, as all they are is the unquestioned dream of what they know themselves as, but to someone self-aware of the meta-dream, becomes effortless. I finished the short story circling a near death experience being validated by Garry being aware of details he shouldn’t have had access to in not only an unconscious state but where between the operating room, the morgue and the visit from the doctors revealed zero viable opportunity for any detail being available to him in an unconscious state. This bridges in two directions, the first surrounding an operating-table NDE by a Pam Reynolds, who underwent hypothermic circulatory arrest during aneurysm surgery and later reported details of the operating room and procedure. I have heard of many other case studies however my own personal research is still pretty thin at present. That aside, combined with my side research on psi phenomena, in particular as it releases to telepathy, combining all of the incidents aware across many categories of psi, including CIA remote viewing, I envisage a future demographic, one that likely already exists of varying sophistication, where we not only only learn to interact in and create co-created dream spaces, but form and reform identity spaces within novel “dream-meaning” architectures combined. NDE’s, other areas of psi, lucid dreaming research trails and more, along with my newly forged consciousness experimentations with maintaining a continuous conscious dream streaming experience while completely awake and alert, make the reality of extradimensionalities to human communication not only viable in dream spaces, but something we are co-creating in far more deeply than we otherwise previously believed ourselves to be. Jorge Luis Borges, an acquaintance of mine told me about, apparently had an unprecedented philosophical imagination, rivalling the likes of H.P Lovecraft or further, where both parallel with the overlap between beginning to teach this consciousness streaming method I have partially given light to and rebooting consciousnesses closure points that lead to the curation of identity before it’s even aware what’s happening; the simple act of curating your own Tolkien (another author) universe, is the closest and most minimal and maximal beginning action you can take to curate an identity that genuinely reflects the universe as you internally feel it at your most unitive. Learning to explore, reflexively create an edit one’s own worlds on the fly both intuitively, formally and through gradual overlapping growth in understanding meaning where theory meets not only the visceral felt experience, but a phenomenological depth of awareness that is scarcely ever communicated about because there are simply very few people that have understood this arena much less communicate on it formally as I will reveal April 1st. There are indeed… further overlaps I am yet to reveal and won’t do so until April 1st out of fear of spoiling the broth so to speak! So between when you begun reading this entry to its resolving endpoint now, and between now and when you wake in the morning, what dream will you wake-up on and what linguistic structure can you bring to this to better enable your ability to do so the next time around through trial and error? Best wishes till April 1st. And yeah, I am still waiting at the airport as a digital zombie on my phone, now going to do some consciousness streaming. And ergh. I’ll clean up my journal when I drop it on the day as well, perhaps making the April 1st release the first comment of this page.
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You could aim for cashier or something similar. You could chat up everyone that goes through, build social skills in that way, then maybe move up to server or the likes, etc, etc.
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Journal for posting random sources / insights that aren’t big enough to put in any of my main journals. Still, this is stuff I want to express.
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Very nice.
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If I don't get enlightened what is the point of listening to actualized.org. Isn't this just a mind masturbation for a non enlightened person.
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@Leo Gura Is there a reason for low doses? They used the parts that are underground, not the cap (the mycelium I believe it is called. It looked like goat poop. I took 25 grams. We did a first intake of low-mid-high dose (12.5 grams) and after 1.5 hours another round if it didn't take effect like in my case and I went for another 12.5g (I'm 5,9 187 pounds) I also thought of doing it 1 week, waiting 2 weeks doing another trip like you suggested in one of your videos --------------- @UnbornTao it is my first account, why? -------------- @Jordan of the Shire I haven't heard that in my life and that says a lot with how much content I've consumed haha. I'll take a look Thank you for you input and words man! I'm glad you are feeling better now -------------- @PolyPeter I did it once and nothing, but first I would have to give it a fair try (don't know how many sessions) and secondly with another therapist. Glad it worked for you!
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Yeah most people aren’t happy with their job. What you are trying to do is uncommon and there’s a cost. The cost is training, there really isn’t anyway around that. I don’t know what is right for you but my first few jobs were definitely miserable too. All successful people I know had to suck it up at some point to bootstrap themselves. You are still young, it’ll get better but you have to build experience in basically anything & expand from there. Leaving a job after 2 days because you don’t like it says a lot about your character to potential employers. Don’t even mention it to them. Don’t put that on your resume. Pretty much every employer will ask some variation of these from you: -Take responsibility & be proactive. -Admit mistakes, ask questions & ability to learn. -Be on time. -Good attitude. In musician circles we call that being a good hang. That’s very underrated. Even with no skills you can just be a positive presence around others. They like it & you will too. That gets your foot in the door.
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That's the bitch of it. No. You.
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It's better to see them as an interactive, smart dictionary, search engine, or something like that. We're like kids stacking chairs, thinking we're in a space station.
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This is just fear based behaviour, it is not really healthy. Game is also not as foundational to healthy relationship dynamics as you would think. Been there, done that.
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What if I keep taking psychedelic every few hours. So wake up, take psychedelic and after the effects wear down take it again. Keep taking it at intervals until night time and then sleep. Repeat Will that make me super enlightened? If not what will make me enlightened?
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Incarnatio~Into the flesh again, is basically what it all amounts to... ? Right, i mean you got your mind, your body, your spirit, the soul just being this... eternal, infinite, never dying, all perfect thing, or essence thats giving all things the experience of a real one (a real "-ity"), of something that moves, like liquid, or a snake; Ousia being the thing that the soul is emphasizing as such, And the Divine Light is also of the Semen in Latin, meaning seed, or a *spectrum of~that which we are all looking at, or alongside. It exists at our hearth, at the tomb/body. What do yous believe? Do you feel you come back as you, or maybe even its a reincarnation of *Another person INto you, or like a recapitulation of someone else, chosen from whilst in the Land of Reeds. I assume you heard of it and know what it mean. Even if you get devoured, you arent done. As a member of the soul, there is no choice. You can only ever press "continue". You cant say "nah im good" on it. The soul expresses it as is, defined as such. The details are a matter of freewill, though freewill is radically different. Freewill means anything can happen, seeing as anything is that which already happened. You dont do research into previous lives if you are infinity lives into a life by now, right? But back to the question, are you reincarnated, or are you someone else inside (maybe u feel you were meant to be) Like that could be a choice you have, if its something you want to have as a choice, but its not like you should worry too much. i mean, Hey, at the point of no return, you can go from seed to anything, like... The carnation flower is simultaneously the soul's incarnatio, i.e., DnA, water, minerals and dirt and such, upon coming into the world to breathe, or let others breathe~As a tree. I think flowers function like little trees in that way, you know what im talking about? Anyway, i was goin for a question/poem/whatever it is. An experimental question poem, which yous can interact w/
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Mellowmarsh replied to Breakingthewall's topic in Spirituality, Consciousness, Awakening, Mysticism, Meditation, God
All that is not thought is pure nothingness since we can think only thoughts, and all the words we use to speak of things can express only thoughts, to say there is something other than thought is therefore an affirmation which can have no meaning.
