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there's something painful that happened to me more than two years ago, and for some reason i am thinking about it more than usual these days. it makes me sad. and i don't know what to do, other than to wait and sit with the pain. which feels quite horrible. i know that, at the time, i was trying quite desperately to get rid of the emotions i felt, to resolve them, somehow, but i couldn't. this resulted in a collection of neat little scars on my thigh...much neater, much more orderly, than the situation that had led up to them. it sucks, being wiser now, perhaps. knowing that i cannot call or text a soul on this planet to feel better, to fix what happened, to undo it. and more scars will not help me, either. all i can do is sit with the pain, and let it be. which is quite a dissatisfying state....because what happens next? it's so torturous to wait, and wait, and wait....and things get neither better nor worse. i know that for a long time i had to make them worse, just to feel like i was doing something about it.
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Thanks for all the love guys. I didn't expect the response to be so positive!
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We should do more interviews like this. Very nice!
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I really don't understand the nofap thing. Maybe for some people it works, but for me it just makes me less focused, more horny, and more desperate. If your confidence is so fragile that jerking off makes it vanish then you're not really that confident deep down. All of the most confident guys you've ever met in your life probably jerk off on the regular.
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There's not going to be a downfall of humanity. It's just a battle over who will rule. All this is, is a power grab, under the guise of sci-fi geek fantasies. While they sing the fantasies, they are quickly grabbing power. The fantasies will eventually evaporate, but the grabbed power and wealth will remain.
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Today I have not experienced paranoia and psychosis. House is in real mess. I have to clean it up. Got some clothes from my rich neighbor. I'm waiting for him to offer me remote job for an American company, he knows the owner of business. When company owner from New England comes to Serbia he will ask him for a job. I am robotics technician.
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Mine Yo yo it’s Valentin, I drink redbull by watching Le o my ne gro heinhein
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25th of april 1945 in germany when us and sovjet soldiers meet for the first time. You know what sucks? I bet the moment was great for an hour or so but then faded away into not being that spectacular. Even the peak was probably mild. You get something so incredible on the table, yet the human psyche cant take it all in. Well thats my assesment at least. They should have been on psychedelics.
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@Inliytened1 that is why they rattle so much, they just like to talk
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Then you would clarify what the argument is. Well, yes. That didn't really add much. (I fail to see how "however, see next point" was supposed to be a logical bridge from the previous statement [which was simply a re-wording of my statement], but anyways:) But you can think logically about them and make them consistent. That's what we do here. If you want something else (if you want to go "meta" on thinking about things logically), you can do that somewhere else. There is something I'll coin "meta-garbage": unsignalled/unprovoked leaving comments in a discussion that go meta on the discussion instead of engaging within the discussion.
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@PsychedelicEagle pros and cons to it tho, no? Consensus generally has high rates of accuracy and repeatability
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emil1234 replied to Cathal's topic in Spirituality, Consciousness, Awakening, Mysticism, Meditation, God
can you describe your level of realization / moment to moment experience of life? -
Lyubov replied to Cathal's topic in Spirituality, Consciousness, Awakening, Mysticism, Meditation, God
Where about in Thailand are you? I spent 3 months there this year. I was in Bangkok, Phuket and Krabi. Lovely place. I went to several temples, Bangkok had the most impressive, really such a beautiful place. Krabi had one on top of a mountain you hike up. I absolutely love Thailand. Maybe not a place I would want to live in year around but it's a great place to spend several months in at a time. Such lovely people there. -
They have a slight antidepressant effect that lasts for several days or even weeks to a lesser extent so no on contrary.
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The Shipwreck With the beauty of Divine orchestration, I ended up in Marosa after spending two nights at Casa Morey. Kay and I made a deal with Tony, the owner of Marosa, that I would pay him $1,000 and stay at Marosa as a volunteer for “a time.” It wasn't clear how long I would be allowed to stay there, but at that point I wasn't concerned about having every detail figured out. I was simply grateful for the opportunity to stay in a place that, from the moment I arrived, felt so different from AyaMadre. Before Tony accepted me into his center as a volunteer translator, he asked me to speak over the phone with one of his American friends who was planning to come to Marosa in a few months. During our conversation, something this man said stood out to me. He told me that on this path of power, “there is a possibility of making a mistake.” I immediately replied, “There are no mistakes, and that is the Truth that I stand in.” He responded, “Good, very good.” I remembered Tony from five years earlier. When I first discovered Marosa, the maloka was just beginning to be built, and Tony approached me and tried to talk to me. At the time, he was bad-mouthing Maestra Estella, saying things like, “She is doing day ceremonies because she is scared.” I remember hearing him say this and quickly walking away from the conversation. The same Tony had also approached Victoria and me while we were eating at a restaurant called The Dawn of the Amazon, a touristy, Ayahuasca-dieta-friendly restaurant next to the Amazon River. Somehow, he managed to sell us one of his paintings for $100. I am now pretty sure that the painting wasn't actually his own work, even though he claimed and insisted that he was the artist. These encounters had left me with a strong first impression of Tony. I perceived him as someone with a big ego, and I also felt that he had problems with alcohol. So it was interesting that, five years later, I would find myself making an agreement with this same man to stay at the center he had built. Despite remembering these first negative impressions of Tony from five years earlier, I was thrilled and deeply grateful to be accepted into Marosa as a volunteer. Whatever my previous impressions of Tony were, the center itself felt beautiful, peaceful, and alive. After everything I had experienced at AyaMadre, Marosa felt like a completely different world. The tambos were beautiful and well maintained, the food was lovingly prepared, and the whole place had a sense of tranquility that I had been longing for. Maestra Angela, who was the main curandera there radiated love and kindness. I felt like I had finally found the Ayahuasca center I had been searching for, the kind of place where I could settle down, work, learn, serve, and continue exploring the Paradise that I had discovered within myself. Kay and I parted ways at this point because she wanted to travel somewhere else to attend a Spanish school. Even though we were going our separate ways, we stayed in touch, and she offered to support me financially with $500 a month while I was at Marosa. After everything we had gone through together, knowing that she was still there for me meant a lot. I felt that I had found a real friend and ally, someone who had witnessed my journey closely enough to understand at least some of what I had been through and who was willing to continue supporting me as I moved forward. At Marosa, Maestra Angela opened my master plant dieta with Noya Rao, which is considered an extremely rare and special kind of dieta. I had heard that there were only a handful of Noya Rao trees left in the entire world, perhaps something like five to ten. One of these trees happened to be growing about a twenty-minute walk from Marosa, and we went there once to see it. Noya Rao is known in Shipibo as the Flying Tree and the Tree of Light. During the ceremonies at Marosa, the medicine began opening up very deeply and powerfully for me. All of the ceremonies at Marosa took place at night, and I continued experiencing both beautiful visions of light and distorted, dark visions. I felt that I had to put tremendous effort into staying as concentrated as possible throughout every ceremony. It wasn't simply a matter of watching visions come and go. To me, it felt like I was constantly having to choose where to place my attention, constantly working to remain connected to beauty, love, and light while something darker seemed to be pulling in the opposite direction. It felt like a constant battle between light and darkness, between good and evil, and I had to remain present and focused through the entire process. Every time I went outside after a ceremony and turned on my flashlight, I would see the familiar visions of wolf heads appearing on the ground around me. Immediately after stepping out of maloka with my flashlight, my body relaxed, realigned and I would would feel safe again. After the intensity of the ceremony, stepping outside into the darkness of the jungle with the beam of my flashlight illuminating the path felt almost like returning to another world. I felt the presence of the Divine Mother Wolf and the light around me, and my nervous system would finally begin to settle. During one of the ceremonies, I finally felt like I had connected to my Noya Rao dieta. I experienced what looked like a spaceship, and it felt as though my dieta was welcoming me aboard. I heard the words, “Captain!, Captain!, Captain!, Captain!” At the same time, I saw many tiny Russian flags surrounding the beautiful central vision. The experience immediately touched something extremely deep inside me. A huge smile filled my face, and tears of joy effortlessly flowed from my eyes. I felt safe. I felt held. I felt truly loved. It was as though I had finally encountered a vision that I had been waiting my entire life to see and connect with, and in that moment I felt that I had finally arrived somewhere I was meant to be. I would later see the Russian flags appearing in other ceremonies, I saw them defending me from the visions of darkness that seemed to be coming toward me from all kinds of holes, portals, and doorways. Whenever I saw the Russian flags during the ceremonies at Marosa, I knew that I was connecting with my dieta. I began connecting Noya Rao, the Flying Tree, with the tiny Russian flags and with the spaceship vision that I had seen in San Marcos just before my first descent into Hell. The connections between these experiences became stronger and stronger in my mind, and Noya Rao eventually became, for me, “the Russian spaceship from the future.” Then another maestro began showing up at our ceremonies. Tony didn't even bother introducing him to the group. There were six pasajeros at the center at that point, and eventually one of the young women asked who the new man was. Tony simply introduced him as “Maestro Willy.” From the very beginning, I noticed that something was very different and strange about Willy. His body language expressed rapid, jerky movements, almost as if he were extremely anxious, and I could feel what I experienced as a tremendous amount of fear coming from him. He also kept smoking Mapacho throughout the entire ceremony. When he sat in front of me during the ceremony and blowed the tobacco smoke directly into my body, I felt my beautiful visions of light becoming even more blocked out by darker and more distorted visions. During one of these ceremonies, I received what felt to me like a clear message that Maestro Willy was trying to shamanically fight with me because he was jealous of and afraid of my power. Then came the ceremony that I believe took place around June 7, 2024. Willy was especially anxious that night. He couldn't seem to sit still for even a moment. His behavior was so unusual that I almost asked Maestra Angela what was wrong with him. At the same time, I had a few fleeting thoughts about not participating in the ceremony that night. Something inside me seemed to be telling me to reconsider, but I ignored my intuitive guidance. When I approached Maestra Angela to receive Ayahuasca, she asked me a question she had never asked me before: “Do you want a small cup or a big cup?” The question confused me. I almost asked her, “What kind of cup have I been drinking in all the past ceremonies?” I remember hesitating and pausing for several seconds before the word “grande,” meaning “big” in Spanish, came out of my mouth. I drank the medicine, and the ceremony began with the familiar battle between beautiful visions and frightening ones. I couldn't fully relax my body during the process because the dark visions didn't feel like mere visions. To me, they seemed to be charged with an actual energy of fear, and I felt that I had to remain intensely focused in order not to be pulled into them. I had become very familiar with this process by then, so I knew how to work with the medicine and how to concentrate my attention, but that night something felt different. The darkness seemed unusually powerful, and I felt that maintaining my connection to the light required every ounce of concentration I had. Then I saw it. A vision appeared that looked like a vertical line filled with colorful symbols. It immediately stood out from all the other visions because it was extraordinarily clear. Most of the visions I was experiencing were smoky, blurry, or foggy, but this one was sharp and defined. It seemed to enter my visual field from the right periphery and move toward me. My attention immediately became focused on this colorful vertical line, and I remember having a fleeting thought: “Is this how I connect to my dieta?” The moment I focused my attention on that vertical line, all of my beautiful visions of light disappeared. It happened in what felt like split seconds, as if someone had suddenly unplugged a cord or switched off a light. At that exact moment, I heard one of the women in the ceremony gasp. I felt like I was right back in the state of separation that I knew as Hell. The connection with love seemed to disappear completely. I was seeing dark visions and I knew that I was in the dimension, state, and presence of pure evil. Shortly after this happened, I made my way back into my tambo and turned on the light, hoping that the light would bring me back to connection and love, just as it had many times before. My purple shirt with the image of my Divine Mother Wolf was hanging in the center of my tambo. I looked at the image and said a prayer: "Матушка, помоги мне! Спаси меня!“ - Dear Mother, help me! Save me!” I kept looking at the image of the Mother Wolf with the light turned on, expecting that the familiar presence of her image would reconnect me with the love and safety I had experienced so many times before. Instead, I saw what appeared to me to be dark vision seeping through the image. I immediately felt that this was the same darkness, or evil, that I had connected with by looking at the vertical line. I also tried looking directly at the light of the lamp. When I did, I began seeing black dots in the light, and I had the same feeling that this was the darkness now preventing me from connecting with the light. The very things that had previously helped me return to love and safety now seemed unable to reach me. The Mother Wolf image, the light of the lamp, and the familiar methods I had used to reconnect with Paradise all seemed to have been cut off from me. I felt completely trapped inside an experience of darkness that I could not simply turn away from. The rest of the night became a constant battle that required everything I had. I had to maintain an almost unbearable level of focus and concentration so that I wouldn't completely lose my mind. This dark force felt like it was sucking me into what I experienced as pure madness, where infinite torture was awaiting me. I was guided to start smoking Mapacho and to inhale the tobacco deeply into my body. The tobacco helped keep me disconnected from my feelings, centered my mind, and prevented me from connecting more deeply with the darkness that I was experiencing. I focused on breathing, smoking, and keeping my mind together through the intensity of the experience. I feel like smoking Mapacho saved me that night. I barely made it through. But the darkness did not end when the ceremony ended. I would spend the next thirteen months in a second Hell, a state that I experienced as pure evil, fear, and separation. I began drinking as much alcohol as I could every day and smoking as many cigarettes as I could find, just like I did in my first 18 month Hell. I had already spent almost two years rebuilding my life after the first Hell. I had gone through death and rebirth, and then I had spent those years discovering true Paradise. I had been creating beauty everywhere I went. I had been experiencing an extraordinary joy of love, feeling gratitude for existence, finding meaning in the simplest things, singing, creating, swimming in the ocean, connecting with people, working with sacred plants, and experiencing the world as a masterpiece of Divine creation. I had finally learned what it felt like to live on the other side of Hell and what it's like to feel fully alive and awake. "There is a possibility of making a mistake." ~Tony's friend "The main thing is that your ship doesn't sink." ~Mom "In the Ayahuasca ceremony, the trauma may resurface" ~Lisa, Munay Once again, I felt like the Divine has done absolutely everything in it's power to protect me and warn me about the danger of the possibility of returning to Hell. How could I not have seen all the warning signs and messages? This was a shipwreck of a cosmic magnitude. I had found Paradise. I had just been welcomed on board of my starship and connected with my Noya Rao dieta. And then I lost it all in an instant. Now I would have to find my way back - once again.
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Michal__ replied to Cathal's topic in Spirituality, Consciousness, Awakening, Mysticism, Meditation, God
How many hours a day do you meditate? This is a high quality thread. -
Yimpa replied to enchanted's topic in Spirituality, Consciousness, Awakening, Mysticism, Meditation, God
https://www.actualized.org/insights/why-does-god-allow-evil -
James123 replied to James123's topic in Spirituality, Consciousness, Awakening, Mysticism, Meditation, God
If you remove the body or detach or surrender the body, how the fuck can you investigate? thats what true nature or enlightenment is about -
The problem with peer review is it enforces conformity, via suppressing creativity and risk-taking. Reviewers will mostly support work aligning with established consensus.
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Lower consciousness is like breaking a bad habit: keep reminding yourself to do it less and less until your desired action becomes naturally and is a new habit.
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kavaris replied to James123's topic in Spirituality, Consciousness, Awakening, Mysticism, Meditation, God
This is an approaching topic -id imagine- as, in itself, just asking what the rules are, and how to defy them, creates a complicated path forward, nevertheless it may be a very much necessary question. Hence, going forward, Leo or someone else might decide that its a priority topic (i might soon too, or maybe later today, im just in the middle of somethin atm). The topic would be (if yous want to try it out) removing rules of the mind/body, to investigate the soul. Allsthe really would matter is getting at the heart of that soul, but its not always just a straight shot there, As we are literally the act of separation in body form, so weve actively decided to create those rules that we are now deciding on defying, if that makes sense. -
OP is too intimidated by our greatness
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You guys are acting like every psychedelic exp will lead to dispelling of falsehood. It all comes down to interpretation of an exp. From what I have seen is that even experienced psychonauts get pummeled by it if you do it long enough. Even if you look at Leo Gura. He is an empty shell compared to what he was in terms of output.
