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yep, my channel. So glad you like it! No I'm not a pro by any means... I have a heavy interest and moderate success, but not enough dedication to make it happen as regular as I'd like. That's why I created these videos because a large part of Lucid induction is meditation and affirmations, and I don't have the discipline for that!!! I probably have dream reports scattered around here but not sure where any would be particularly.. But i've been considering starting a dream journal on here.

wait, was this really a lucid dream? were you aware that you were dreaming? or was it a vivid dream about looking for porn? and poor daddy... here's a video I made to help you achieve lucid dreams. It's called mnemonic induced lucid dreaming or MILD. The affirmations (or mnemonic phrases) will program your subconscious to help you achieve a lucid dream. Listen to it as you drift off to sleep, or throughout the day for programming. Adjust the volume to a point where you can hear the guide, but is comfortable enough to drift off to sleep.

I think the goal for now should be to have relaxed reactions, rather than no reactions, and to learn to observe the reactions with out judgement, and let them go as quickly as they go

Can't ever go wrong with sunsets, but this was amazing. Try to watch the whole thing.

I absolutely adore individuality. There's enough to keep one entertained for eternity.

@DrewNows haha someone got my title! @Nahm last night I had a dream that this kid said something was bad, and I regained awareness of your post and I said there is no good or bad. I kept repeating it and he punched me in the stomach ?

We all get the wishful thought that we could be good at everything. It's impossible to be good at everything. Impossible. Even if you were the most efficient genius and learned every facet of everything in order to be good at everything.... it's still impossible to be totally good at everything. For example, I am good at self sabatoge. Like really good. So good I don't even know I'm doing it, and it's a program that's been running since at least puberty. I self sabatoge mostly at my business, and second, sometimes in personal conversations. So in order to be good at self sabatoge, I cannot be good at self preservation. And the punchline is that the self sabatoge is done in some twisted way FOR the self preservation! Therefore it's impossible to be good at everything. They both can not serve me, at least not at the same time. That which serves me best must step forward. My bets are on preservation. So 'being good at everything' is not a desirable goal. It's too much work anyway!! Just strive to be good at what serves you best, and follow intuition to see it through.

@Freedomesong thank you thank you thank you ??? @pluto thank you thank you ?? @Nahm good and bad... good and bad... I know.... Im letting go of good and bad..

yes and no. You have to also realize some of the preaching IS things happening naturally, as long as there's no attachment to the outcome.

Yes I can believe it! Confidence seems to play a large role in my reactions as well, although that ties back to fear.

being on both ends of the spectrum: negative mindset to the point of suicidal thoughts/ positive mindset to the point of loving life--- then positive thinking really changed my life. It's one of those fake it till you make it scenarios too, and positive affirmations really do help if you listen with open mind. At the same time, to be in suffering because you aren't in positive mindset is bullshit because you are wishing for something you don't have. Instead, set your sights on the goal and let yourself intuitively guide your way there. Good luck!

Hey guys I'm battling a moderate lasting mouth infection, it seems to be on its way out but could use some healing vibes.

Well in that case, sit back and marvel in what chaos develops. Pure chaos* brought to you very complicated, interesting creatures which say the damdest things. People watch them. Study your species and grow from their mistakes. *technically it's probably the union of random chaos /cosmic order that brought this experience to you, but who's counting

Haha Nahm is in a sassy mood this morning, I love it!!! But I can see it's because Shaun is close but also his own biggest obstacle. Therefore 10 years or so of self development haha. Or one year depending on how fast he can open up. ?‍♂️ @Shaun Yes I've had many lucid dreams in the past few years and it's amazing how realistic everything looks. In fact it may even look more realistic, with heightened colors and sensations. Throw on top of that the ability to bend this reality to your will, and you had me at 'work my ass off to achieve this'. I have had bleed - overs from both waking and dream realities, happens when waking up. That's when shit gets real weird.

You assimilate the advice and apply what you need for your life. Some will be complete shit, and some will surprise you. The ones who lived the hard lives of even the easy but not significant lives will still be full of life experiences and things to offer, just as you will when you're 80.

Awesome thank you!!! Oh nevermind I also see the mp3 downloads link from the main page.

I feel like I'm finally ready to start Leo's videos. I've watched a few recent ones but never went to the beginning with the Self development ones. One of the issues is that the videos stop when I lock my phone, which is annoying and I'm not paying for YouTube red just to prevent that. Another issue is that I would like to wear my Bluetooth headphones and take the audio anywhere I go, shopping, driving, sun bathing. Unfortunately I do not have unlimited data and don't plan on changing that, so this is only practical in places that have free wifi. Also I don't want to download the videos because my phone is always running out of memory. So: are his videos, or more importantly the audio, available in a type of podcast form which can be downloaded with much less space? And if not how do we get that ball rolling?

Speaking within the illusion of a self, you still could not say that you are receiving the advice. In this illusion, you are slave to your subconscious processes. It is unconsciously making all your decisions for you, in such a way that you could say that it is the real you, and the you that you think you are is just an illusion - a projection of all the actions and desires of this subconscious. So the advice does not go to "raptorsin7", but deeper, in hopes that it penetrates the thick walls of ego and makes a splash in the dark waters of the subconscious.

a dream is meaningless after you awake from it. Yet the beauty of it can not be denied. During the dream, everything happening has meaning, and when you awake, you realize it was mostly an entertainment piece and meant nothing at all. something like that.

whaaat if, you zoomed into a quark, and zoomed in and zoomed in and zoomed in, and suddenly found yourself looking at a galaxy with millions of planets and awesome things to zoom into?

In our certain plane of reality, the conciousness has become what we call physical reality. There are certain rules which formulate a seemingly concrete reality. In this reality, the psychedelics have certain effects which non - psychedelics do not. But does this prove our unprove that this isn't all a dream of consciousness? Within this macro-dream we all have our micro-dreams where reality is malleable and they make up their own rules for their own realities. So of course it can be confusing. A placebo in this reality will not cause the same effects as a true psychedelic, based solely on the rulesets of this current macro - dream. You and I don't make these rules, but ultimately we did.

Chapter 7: the same, but different After leaving Florida, I returned back to Russellville, Arkansas where my mom lived, now in another home than before. I tried to return back to the old life, but it never felt quite right. I returned back to MBSF, where most of the group of friends remained, which I had left when I moved to Florida. They were still very dear to me, but it didn't feel the same around them. I was holding a secret, one that I could never tell, and it burned me up inside. I began searching for gay guys on the internet. I was 20 now and didn't have much interest in older men... past, say, like 25. LOL. I met one around 18 and we began meeting up for dates and overnight stays in motels. It was fun and sneaky, and I asked him to be my boyfriend. It lasted a couple of months, but problems arose when he started expressing guilt over it and calling me at times crying that he was doing something wrong. He lived with his grandmother, and it was hard for him to hide this from her. Luckily I had become good at hiding... Around this time, my dad left his mission in Venezuela and moved to Arkansas as well. He moved to a town an hour and half away, and I began to drive back and forth, while also making dates in his town. I had had plenty of time to forgive him and was ready to rebuild our relationship. At the time, I was also looking for a job. One of the guys I dated worked at a restaurant, cracker barrel, and offered to help me get a job. I was kind of enamored with him, and took up that offer I got the job, and moved in with my father in Hot Springs. Thus began the next chapter of my life... ... But that's another story for another day

(anyone can post on this journal, however please keep questions to things I have already discussed instead of getting ahead in my story. I don't want to interrupt the flow in which it comes. Thank you ?) Epilogue: Stories As if ingrained into our very own DNA, it seems that humans share the common urge to tell their story. From those who write books about themselves, to those who share experiences in case it can help others of like mind, all the way to those who unconsciously share their stories through unconscious actions and metaphors. It is an unrelenting urge. It's even common knowledge that sharing your story has huge psychological advantages. It heals the mind and soul as you share your story with others. And of course you can never share the whole, largely in part because memory does not serve the whole story. So we tell them in snippets. A little here and there. The parts that serve us most in the moment. Our stories are told in snippets. Here will be a few Snippets of mine. Chapter 1: The Turn. I was born and raised in Southern Arkansas. A land of farms and cow patties. Of fishing in your backyard, or swimming in any pool of water you can find. There's a church on almost every street, and my family were faithful members, eventually becoming a minister family. The town where I went to school had one red light, and everyone was excited when we got a restaurant called Sonic Drive-In. It was however a good school district in Arkansas's mediocre reputation. I wasn't extremely popular in elementary school, but I had friends who came over for birthday parties and was an exuberant participant in the 3rd and 4 th grade school plays. I loved to sing. I grew up singing in church almost every Sunday in front of a crowd. I was shy about that, and sometimes about speaking to people, but beyond that I was very outgoing and carefree. Part of the shyness of speaking to people was due to a slight speech impediment that was not caused by the shape of my mouth, but my brain sometimes puts letters in the wrong place or forgets what it's saying midsentence. This led to an anxiety of repeating myself and that still haunts me to this day. This is all something that I have mostly overcome as I grew up, and it was easy to forget that I had this issue as a child. Yet the anxiety of speaking stuck with me throughout the rest of my life. It was only further damaged in sixth grade when my life took if it's hardest turn... Being a lover of singing, I I was finally old enough to join the school choir. Having sung joyfully for the Lord Almighty (?) my entire life, in the beautiful range of soprano, I of course joined choir and asked to be put in the soprano section. I loved to sing the melody, which is typically what the sopranos sing. The damage was instantly done. I became the class joke. None of the other boys wanted to sit with the sopranos because that would have made them look like girls. They only wanted to sing bass or baritone. Even when one got moved to alto section he got made fun of a little, but they still accepted him. But I was good, and was taken to competition tryouts. This made them jealous and fueled their ridicule against me. So between some of the popular boys in choir and the fact that there was only around 100 kids in my grade, it was not long before no one would talk to me nicely again. Once the class joke, always the class joke in a small town like this. So starting in 6th grade and up to the point where I left the school in 11th grade, I had no friends. The most miserable feeling I had ever experienced. My personality changed exponentially. I became introverted, shy, and unmotivated. Grades began to slip. Even at church I felt welcome but I was not as outgoing there as I would have been before the life change. I didn't want my picture taken. I didn't like the way I looked. Self image went to zero. Entertainment became my new friend and has served me well ever since. (although it's fading) In college I completely learned from scratch how to make friends, but that's another story for another day.

Robert Waggoner is awesome too

haha I hear mushrooms or LSD works well (but sadly haven't tried either) anyway... um galatamine yes, but you have to find your personal dosage and time table to take it. Takes experimentation.