VictorB02

It's called Testosterone. And steroids. Most definitely steroids.

Yup that's where I was going to head as well. Joose has a great channel - informed me a lot when I went to Southeast Asia

Here are some photos from my adventure to Indonesia, after 40 hours of flying from the U.S. I’m completely humbled and shocked at the experience thus far, and I’ve only been here a day! Some things that have stood out to me: Lot of fear and anxiety came up upon arrival last night, that has all since dissipated now that I have my bearings and surroundings down in the daytime. I feel much safer here than I ever do in the US The architecture is incredible The energy or “vibe” of this island is palpable. Everyone is friendly, even if they are busting their ass working. Scent and fragrance caries a vibration It doesn't matter where you are "in the world", the work is the same. Consciousness IS WHAT IS. You are The Self. You are IT! And traveling will give you a deeper appreciation for your Isness, as well as your personal character. This is a reminder to get out - explore - and see the world we all call Home! It’s worth it. (more photos to come) Outside my villa. Walking to main street Amazing coffee.

Travelling Southeast Asia made me wake up to how good we have it here, and how most people who whine and complain about America are completely ignorant of how good they have it.

Bro just rub one out.

Mushrooms are my favorite. Mushrooms showed me true Love.

I wouldn't. There is so much gold in the mistakes, failure, dead-ends, and wrong turns. In many ways it shapes us into who we are. I could image that, if you actually went back in time and lived it "perfectly" where you thought you made mistakes, you would quickly realize just how much those mistakes were needed to learn whatever it is you needed to learn.

@Leo Gura I'm gonna buy one and send it to your house for Christmas

For sure. The biggest thing that struck me about Thailand is that it's the wild west of Asia. Felt like there were no rules, and the island of Phuket was entirely ran by Russians. Every tourist was Russian, and every restaurant and menu was Russian. When I asked the locals why, they said "Russian businessmen and their mafia come here" Crazy. The first night I got in I went into the little smoke shop next to my apartment and a group of 4 Russians my age were there playing monopoly. It was like one of those wild west movie scenes where Clint Eastwood walks into a bar and everyone gets quiet and turns to see who it is. I was Clint in this scenario, lol! I introduced myself and eventually I told them my name was Victor and they were shocked. "You are Russian?!" They asked. "Nope, American." I said. They were even more shocked! An American with a historical Russian name seemed like an easter egg to them in Thailand. We chatted a bit more about their smoke shop and eventually I befriended them by asking their names and shaking hands. They knew quite a bit of English as well as their Native Russian, which was odd because I could not tell if they understood me or if they didn't. At one point thereafter, the tall one, Vladamir, offered me a seat in the most Russia voice: "Victor, why don't you pull up a chair and play with us?" Felt like I was in a movie. I said yes. I started talking to them and they seem enamored to meet a real American. It felt like I was a spokesperson for the USA. They kept talking about money and asking me how much my bag was, and how much I made. I lied and said "not much, I'm broke." "This bag was only $20." I was also a bit on edge because I had a good sense of "well, I could easily be jumped" because these Russian dudes outnumbered me 4 to 1, and they seemed to be in that hive-mind group mentality. One dude was really cool to me, one laughed a lot, Vladimir seemed like he was unimpressed by everything, and the other guy seemed indifferent and sort of cold to me. That was the guy that put me on edge, I could just feel it. They also had UFC on in the background, so I knew they were interested in fighting, but my intuition told me I would be okay... It was just such an odd experience. I ended up staying until 2 am with these guys, listening to them bullshit and joke with each other in Russian and joking with them when I could. It was fun, but there was this subtle tension in the room that never left from the moment I walked in. It really was like one of those western movie bar scenes. It's like, I think they enjoyed having me, but at the same time I couldn't tell. "Are they going to jump me? Are they fucking with me?" It was such a mindfuck. Maybe they were thinking the same? Also, hearing their native language and seeing the emotional and energetic intent behind the communication but not being able to truly understand it intellectually was so bizarre. It was just so wild, because it was like a direct copy of my hometown friend group. Like all the same group dynamics and bro-bullshit. It was like a joke from God, saying "look, the patterns are the same no matter where you are". Incredibly mysterious. Also, they kept joking and making fun of Putin. I thought that was interesting, and of course I was wondering why they were in Thailand and not Russia because of the war, but that seemed like a line to not cross, so I never mentioned it. - The craziest part of my journey in Phuket was on a hiking trail towards the Big Buddha statue, right behind my apartment. I started up the trail and a Russian guy and his wife + kid were walking down. He started yelling at me "Monkey! Monkey! Kapposh! Kappoosh!" and I just kept saying "What? Monkey? What?". After a while we had some sort of understanding, and it was clear he was trying to tell me there was an aggressive monkey on the path ahead. I asked if I should keep going, and he said "yes, go!" so I went. The thought of battling an aggressive monkey put me on edge because one already bit me in Bali when he tried to steal my shit from my bag, but what happened next was so unexpected and shocking I may have rather faced a monkey. Before I knew it, I heard the sound of a gunshot and a bullet ripped through the bushes around 10 feet in front of me and flew off into the forest. I was in completely shock, partly because a bullet just flew by me, partly because I had no idea why a bullet flew by me. The thought, "Did I just get shot at?" quietly appeared in my mind. It was so odd how calm my body was considering what happened, but I knew I needed to get tf out of there in case another round was coming behind the first. I immediately started going back down. It wasn't like a Trump situation where it flew right next to my head, but it was angled towards me and flew from my left (which was the valley floor where the locals live) and whizzed by to the right into the forest, around 5-10 feet infront of me, and I saw / heard the whole thing. Watching it totally rip through trees and branches in front of me and hearing that "whizzzzzz" bullet sound was so eerie. It was like "oh, so that's what it feels like to be shot at." Eventually I connected the dots and figured that someone was shooting at the monkey the Russian warned me about, they just didn't see me coming up the trail because it was so thick with trees and brush. But why they were shooting at a trail? Why shoot towards kids and families? I have no idea... I just hope that bullet was for the monkey, and not me

It depends on who you are and what you value, but that's the beauty of America. It is so incredibly diverse in geography and culture. If you want to live the hippie coastal vibe, go to the PNW. If you want mountain man cowboy vibe, come to Idaho / Montana / Wyoming area. Back east and the south are a bit unfamiliar to me, but I'm sure they have their own vibes as well.

It was indeed. I ended up spending 3 more weeks in Thailand, and now I am back home. What a journey.

perfect addition

Hey friends, thought I would share a little bit of the glossary I started working on. I was feeling incredibly creative and had a vision for a comprehensive and concise list of every possible aspect and facet of consciousness work. My plan is to describe each facet in the most honest and clear way I can, based on my current understanding. Here are a few to start: Consciousness: the Infinite Reality of Being Death: the dissolution of a form Enlightenment: when Consciousness is presently aware of its True Nature; a direct recognition of the Absolute Reality Insight: when Consciousness becomes directly aware of some novel relative truth Matter: the physical manifestation of Infinite Consciousness; a condensation of Infinite Mind Mystical Experience: an unexpected and ineffable shift in Consciousness

I see that, but how much of it is by their own doing? It's hard to imagine RFK siding with Trump in any way if he wasn't completely cold-shouldered by the DNC from the get go.

You need to watch his latest press conference from around 12 hours ago. He calls Trump out on all his shit, and acknowledges how all the people Trump would bring in are complete devils. He does an equally good job and calling the Biden admin out on all their shit as well. The real shame is that his own party completely blacklisted him and shut him out, denying him secret service for months and refusing to acknowledge him when he would’ve been the democrats best option at beating Trump, because it would’ve pulled everyone in middle like myself to the left.

No, no homes or chicken fights but I’ve talked to so many people. And yeah I think you are right about those being the biggest destinations - probably why I’m going there. Maybe I will need to come to the Philippines next 😁

Ahahaha 😆

Yeah man! IPhone 13 😎

@integration journey yes Bali, Indonesia.

Of course! And that makes a lot of sense if he grew up here. As for visiting the rest of Indonesia, I definitely need to… which is why I’m trying to not come to too many conclusions just yet. But honestly as far as Bali goes, there are so many tourists it’s a bit overstimulating for me, at least right now in the middle of summer. I’m sure Indonesia has some hidden gems that are radically different - I will just need to seek them out. But first - Phuket, Thailand 😎

Haha! The only leaves I smoke come from Mary Jane 🍃💨😏

Some recent photos:

Here is an update. I posted it in a separate thread but I figured I would post it here as well: I've talked to many locals here in Bali, they are all happy when I tell them I am American - and then 8/10 proceed to laugh about the Biden and Trump situation. Some laugh and say "ahhh Trump huh!", some laugh and say "ahhhh Biden!". It seems our entire situation is kind of a joke to them, but they love tourists because it gives them massive opportunity. I had a grab driver (Indonesias Uber) give me a free ride on his scooter from the beach to my villa, just because I told him I was American. He said: "This ride is free, thank you for coming and spending your money here Bali." A lot of them also say "Obama! Obama!" after I tell them where I'm from. (Not sure exactly why, but I guess he did a lot for Indonesia while he was in office?) ~ I can't tell you how many Indonesian locals I've met that are around my age, living a completely different life. One dude my age took me from one Villa to my next one across the island, and he was telling me along the ride how it's practically impossible for him to ever leave Bali. Even with the work tourists bring, it's just not enough for them. He said 90% of people will only make $200-$400 USD max per month, while the other 10% are born into wealthy / highly political families. For work, almost everyone is a service worker for tourists (waiter, hotel receptionist, grab driver, masseuse), a farmer, or a construction worker. That's really it. I don't even think they have colleges here, I haven't seen one... I have seen a school though, all the kids were wearing uniforms. It's just obvious that their education system is simply not developed enough to teach them skills that they could really make good money for or use to bootstrap themselves out of their situation. I guess, technically speaking, they all have access to the internet and could learn skills online and bootstrap themselves that way, but how many of them are even aware that that is a possibility? And how many can even afford to have a laptop? Probably very few. ~ When I ask how their politics are, most of the locals tell me it is corrupt. No surprise there really. I've also been swindled and lied to many times by locals trying to get a bit more money out of a sale or a grab ride, but I really can't blame them. I actually think I've tipped more money to local people trying to swindle and upcharge me than I have to restaurant and hotel workers because I can see they are only doing it because of the position they are in. Still devilish and sneaky, but my compassion kicks in and I kind of play along and let it happen, which is kind of a weird thing. It's just the vast difference between the power of their currency and the USD is ridiculous. 100,000 IDR = $6.17. Honestly, it's made me sad many times on this trip, especially seeing the Indonesian peers my age, how a drastic a difference in where you are born basically determines the entire frame of how your incarnation in this life will go. But what's equally shocking and uplifting is how friendly, kind, and nice everyone is. Especially the surfer dudes on the beach - they call themselves the "Balifornians" and jam Bob Marley with smiles on their faces every morning, giving surfing lessons to tourists. I enjoy listening to them while I read Huxley with a latte. ~ Regardless, I would say the United States is the place to be. It may seem like the grass is greener in these other countries - and they have their perks do not get me wrong. The Incredible nature, the beautiful culture, the amazing history, the kind locals, etc... but the lack of development is the obvious elephant in the room. Nothing compares to living in the United States, even with the shit we are dealing with now. It's just that you don't realize how nice you have it when that's all you've known.

I've talked to many locals here in Bali, they are all happy when I tell them I am American - and then 8/10 proceed to laugh about the Biden and Trump situation. Some laugh and say "ahhh Trump huh!", some laugh and say "ahhhh Biden!". It seems our entire situation is kind of a joke to them, but they love tourists because it gives them massive opportunity. I had a grab driver (Indonesias Uber) give me a free ride on his scooter from the beach to my villa, just because I told him I was American. He said: "This ride is free, thank you for coming and spending your money here Bali." A lot of them also say "Obama! Obama!" after I tell them where I'm from. (Not sure exactly why, but I guess he did a lot for Indonesia while he was in office?) ~ I can't tell you how many Indonesian locals I've met that are around my age, living a completely different life. One dude my age took me from one Villa to my next one across the island, and he was telling me along the ride how it's practically impossible for him to ever leave Bali. Even with the work tourists bring, it's just not enough for them. He said 90% of people will only make $200-$400 USD max per month, while the other 10% are born into wealthy / highly political families. For work, almost everyone is a service worker for tourists (waiter, hotel receptionist, grab driver, masseuse), a farmer, or a construction worker. That's really it. I don't even think they have colleges here, I haven't seen one... I have seen a school though, all the kids were wearing uniforms. It's just obvious that their education system is simply not developed enough to teach them skills that they could really make good money for or use to bootstrap themselves out of their situation. I guess, technically speaking, they all have access to the internet and could learn skills online and bootstrap themselves that way, but how many of them are even aware that that is a possibility? And how many can even afford to have a laptop? Probably very few. ~ When I ask how their politics are, most of the locals tell me it is corrupt. No surprise there really. I've also been swindled and lied to many times by locals trying to get a bit more money out of a sale or a grab ride, but I really can't blame them. I actually think I've tipped more money to local people trying to swindle and upcharge me than I have to restaurant and hotel workers because I can see they are only doing it because of the position they are in. Still devilish and sneaky, but my compassion kicks in and I kind of play along and let it happen, which is kind of a weird thing. It's just the vast difference between the power of their currency and the USD is ridiculous. 100,000 IDR = $6.17. Honestly, it's made me sad many times on this trip, especially seeing the Indonesian peers my age, how a drastic a difference in where you are born basically determines the entire frame of how your incarnation in this life will go. But what's equally shocking and uplifting is how friendly, kind, and nice everyone is. Especially the surfer dudes on the beach - they call themselves the "Balifornians" and jam Bob Marley with smiles on their faces every morning, giving surfing lessons to tourists. I enjoy listening to them while I read Huxley with a latte. ~ Regardless, I would say the United States is the place to be. It may seem like the grass is greener in these other countries - and they have their perks do not get me wrong. The Incredible nature, the beautiful culture, the amazing history, the kind locals, etc... but the lack of development is the obvious elephant in the room. Nothing compares to living in the United States, even with the shit we are dealing with now. It's just that you don't realize how nice you have it when that's all you've known.

I think Trump is a shining symbol and manifestation of the collective unconscious of the The United States, both left and right.