John Paul

When you are a baby you don’t know words. When you are growing up, the dictionary tells you what words mean. When you become conscious you say what words mean. When you get enlightened…??? Idk I have no personal definition for enlightenment, do you? What’s it mean? Idk…

If you are conscious enough you choose what you desire. You aren’t obligated to desire anything. There is an exception in the realm of physical health- ignore this and you’re done before you start.

My interpretation of your post is that your subconscious mind will think absolutely anything to get you to not work hard. Just do it, work hard. What’s a reward? The hard work is he reward, eat the shit bro.

It is whatever the individual says it is. If the individual says it’s helpful, it is. If they say it’s bullshit, a manipulation, propaganda, immoral, a sin, the truth, whatever they say, it is-this is what Leo is teaching you. This is really the main point of what Leo is teaching you and if you realized this then you don’t need anymore theoretical self-help (even then, I would never personally call it bullshit, it’s not at all)

Make enough money and you can- go ahead and get it then, stop crying to internet people. Unless that’s not really what you want hmm…..

“Haha… guess there’s a slim shady in all of us…… fuck it… let’s all stand up…”

@Majed for starters if you wanna think yellow you gotta go meta- is the person saying this just repeating something they heard? People in church often say green or turquoise things but they are mainly stage blue-orange… ya know? It’s hard to peg a person by one thing they say.

Gurus always talk fancy. He’s saying don’t get addicted to sex and physical touch, he gets paid to talk that’s why it takes so long. he’s saying make your sex life munimalistic. If you’re gonna have a partner, practically speaking, you’re gonna either need a chick who seriously wants to get enlightened or just be solo (sad-boy), once you get sex with a girl you love you’re not even gonna be thinking about sadguru anyway though so my advice would be just stop listening to gurus (except Leo of course ;P )

If she’s a 10 she’s gonna be spoiled bro, period. I would go pick her up, if she rejects your advances on the date, then be more distant, don’t pick her up again try to figure out another situation even if you have to lie and get her to meet you somewhere or else you’ll lost too much ground.

Idk exactly what you’re doing but-if it seems too good to be true that’s a huge red flag. If no work or communication is involved it’s probably a scam.

All is fair in love and war-blue, orange, and green are all dirty rats just like red. That’s what SD will teach you. Be a good person, you can’t control anyone else but yourself. If you have a serious issue take care of it through policy and voting.

Orange doesn’t mean successful and definitely not aware that they are “orange”. So they could be orange and have tons of limiting beliefs like youve listed. The difference between orange and yellow is green, right? So orange might not understand green, it might just see the world as blue besides their perceived orange contacts and see themselves as top of the development chain. Or they understand green but don’t care at all because they are stuck at orange and hate and discredit green to promote their personal agenda(s). Someone on the way to yellow definitely is aware of green and respects it fully and would never discredit it, but may not act on it day to day if green isn’t at all practical in their current personal survival needs. Yellow is when you take full responsibility for yourself, accepting all stages, and “use” the “stage” that’s most applicable to you. Once you fully grasp this though there’s really no need to think about SD stages anymore because you fully respect all stages and know that any problem you have is your problem. It’s possible to fail and drop out of rising or staying at tier 2 though if your outside surrounding truly overwhelmed your mental health and that person really needs to stick to one color all of the time for their personal survival and they aren’t willing or can’t relocate to somewhere where they can embody tier 2- say someone in a blue-state country or in ghetto red hood or in a situation with orange deals locked in place and putting pressure on them (really it’s their choice still, but when you choose tier one it’s “not a choice” anymore, it is “just reality”). hope that helped

Depending on how much free time you, I think you’re better off watching Leo’s meaning, value, and purpose vid, and “how to contemplate with a journal” vid.

The end of art *as you have known and defined it as god*

People can be tier 2 but have massive lag in certain lines of development (politics, health, communication, etc.) I think you could even break the “lines” down into unlimited lines meaning every person I’ll meet has little triggers- stuff they have a strong pre-conceived idea (ideology/assumption) about. To me if Kanye is tier 2, from what I’ve seen of him, he ain’t turquoise. This man is a button pusher who will not back down from a fight, and clearly hasn’t integrated all of those little lines like I said. When I picture someone who has truly integrated (turquoise) they would make Kanye look like a child. He’s got some red spots, orange spots, blue spots, and green spots…that’s a lot of work to do.

When you are deciding to manifest yourself as stage yellow- do not think of literally integrating stage blue, orange etc. instead think about things that are practical beyond any of the colors, for example exercising your body, taking control of your addictions, becoming financially stable and capable of providing for a partner or whatever it is you want to do with your money (start a vegan company, whatever). I found myself wasting way too much time on SD, it’s kinda worth it because it wears out the ego after awhile, but getting through yellow it’s like you kinda have to forget about SD at some point and actually TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE. YOU ARE IN CONTROL (STAGE YELLOW). No color can influence you unless you let it. You are in control. You are god.

I did a water fast recently. After I broke fast, the carbs in my meals quickly increased each meal throughout the day. I felt compulsive and then the next morning I felt more irritable/insecure and less powerful, calm and focused. I can now clearly see how much physical power carbs puts into my body more than I realized previously. Like… with the amount of carbs I’d eat compulsively, in order to stay in a calm state with the level of consciousness/order of life I’m at, I’d need to be like perpetually jogging/working out/fucking girls…. I don’t have the time and resources to actually do this obviously. The imbalance it causes is real and I could see how it effects my ability to rest. There is other health problems, hopefully just nutrition imbalances/social issues, I know because I feel the need to rest often. It’s like i need to rest because of some unknown health problem but can’t because of my carb consumption; and I can’t really stop to think about anything clearly if I surrender to the addiction. I’m going to do another fast next week, this time when i break fast I will have almost no carbs and see what happens. im curious how many people get labeled with a mental health issue diagnosis when it’s something to do with their relationships with carbs, rest, and exercise… like… this is crazy. If I continue to feel as calm on no/low carb as I do while fasted yet I have energy it will be a real miracle for me personally and I’d love to try a psychedelic asap if that was the case.

I have nothing practical but: just keep writing. Write for joy. Team up with individuals whose LP/domain of mastery is marketing or website design or social media- go and find these people, ones with high integrity- believe they exist. Keep writing. Practice, practice, practice

You’re being dramatic bro. Go take a piece of mushrooms, remember god is always there for you, it’s you who left god. Give EVERYTHING to your work, nothing held back, if you already perceive your life as over what have you got to lose? Fucking send it as an artist till the bitter fucking end. I’d bet my whole bank (like 200$ Rn) that you make it. Love ya bro

Part of the LPC was the negative values, remember? “Success/Validation”, “Money”, “Recognition…” “Title…” what are you willing to sacrifice for mastery? Living in a van, abstaining from starting a family, living off tips, eating/dressing simply..? I’m in your same boat bro, idk.

@Leo Gura i saw u recommend extended water fast for cancer cure. I want to try this for my spirit even though I have no diagnosis. what type of water, and u take anything besides water/why? for liver cleanse you like the olive oil mixed with grapefruit juice at night and morning saltwater lax?

It’s learning about life as a whole, your life. And zooming in and studying all of the little topics in life too.

Start measuring your life-performance by how often you listen to your heart, your personal sense of integrity, rather than what status society gives you. The latter is 100% SHIT.

You can’t think your way into right action. But you can act your way into right thinking.

Long long time ago, I can still remember How that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing, "This'll be the day that I die" This will be the day that I die Did you write the Book of Love? And do you have faith in God above? If the Bible tells you so Do you believe in rock 'n' roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Then I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing, "This'll be the day that I die" This will be the day that I die Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the King and Queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh and while the King was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book of Marx The Quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singing, bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing, "This'll be the day that I die" This will be the day that I die Helter skelter in the summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass, the players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singing, "This'll be the day that I die" This will be the day that I die Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singing, "This'll be the day that I die" This will be the day that I die I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing, "This'll be the day that I die" This will be the day that I die They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"