AtheisticNonduality

Nah, you need to integrate some healthy non-Blue if you think conditioning is good. The only thing Blue is good for is DISCIPLINE.

Fixed it.

@allislove Alex Gray in background.

Infinity necessitates finitude.

But Jordan Peterson wrote a lot about addiction recovery and shadow work and he was an absolute failure at addiction recovery and shadow work.

Don Beck sees himself as Second Tier even though he doesn't understand Turquoise or Yellow at all. Not even Green. Hell, the original Spiral Dynamics book was basically marketed as a Stage Orange capitalist entrepreneurial people skills book. Just read this post where he's raging against Ken Wilber and accusing him of being First Tier lol. https://openintegral.wordpress.com/2015/12/14/don-beck-on-ken-wilber/

I knew that!

Guys, it's a metaphor. Go read some Kabbalah or something.

I have come to the conclusion that I probably would have just rejected it as nonsense and then my journey to this point would be relatively similar.

There is no way to not know you're surrendering. You'll know if you stumble upon it, and it'd be less painful if you consciously surrendered. But maybe not for you. And some comments for @Leo Gura . As brilliant as the video was, maybe some of the articulations would confuse beginners. The "you have been sitting here forever" comment is technically true but very easy to misinterpret it. It's also not true if you take into account it's relatively transient. And you seem to think looking at your hand is absolute truth whereas the constructed context around your hand is fantasy. Well no, they are equally imagined story. True God is the void, and then God can also understand the context of the story at the same time as the void is understood. So you don't actually need to peel back the entire context of the story to understand it's a hallucination. But it is a collective hallucination, and there ARE others. Because you imagined them. You see?

Made me question what would've happened to me if I watched this video during my solipsistic existential crisis long ago. Probably would not have been good. Really surfaced some nonsense I have to, uh, take care of using some, uh, magick.

First glance: WTF. Second glance: The Land of Rape and Honey.

Although I sense you will be banned soon, I wish to clear some of this up for you. The world is not run by anything because is physically impossible for a finite thing to have total control. The notion doesn't even make sense. The funniest JFK conspiracy theory is that Papa Doc killed him with black magic, considering that Papa Doc actually was attempting to kill him with voodoo. My understanding is that the Twin Towers collapsed because massive planes had just crashed into them and destroyed the support system. Also, I like wealth redistribution, and why would the elites like wealth distribution?

Vaush/Gura 2032.

What else what produce consciousness besides consciousness? They are consciousness. Are you actually arguing consciousness can't contract and expand?

This is what happens when you do ketamine.

Ketamine is literally horse tranquilizer.

I already explained this to you like two months ago, but you were still stuck in the "emptiness/nothingness is the only true facet of awakening" phase. On another note, visual snow, tinnitus, and mild tracers aren't even hallucinations in my opinion. I've never been without them in my life. And they are actually quite useful. I suppose if it gets to extreme, such as Forestluv is suggesting, it can be a problem. @Forestluv Yes, I suppose that's a more metaphysical explanation for why babies are born screaming.

Physically impossible for a horror to be infinite since it would no longer be dual. But I suppose our physical universe is infinitely big.

I believe this situation can best be summed up by the song "Rosetta Stoned" by TOOL. NURSE: Excuse me, doctor? If you have a moment. DOCTOR: A moment? What's the question? NURSE: More of a situation, a gentleman in Exam 3. DOCTOR: What's the problem? NURSE: That is the problem, we're not sure. DOCTOR: You've got the chart? NURSE: Right here. DOCTOR: Hmm... not much here, is there? NURSE: No doctor, no obvious physical trauma, vitals are stable DOCTOR: Name? NURSE: No sir. DOCTOR: Did someone drop him off? Maybe we can speak to them. Let's get some background on this fellow. NURSE: No ID, nothing, and he won't speak to anyone. DOCTOR: Well, let's say hello. DOCTOR: Good morning, I'm Dr. Watson. How are you today? How are you today? Look son, you're in a safe place, we want to help you, in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us, we can't help you otherwise. Now, what's happened? Tell me everything. Alrighty, then Picture this if you will 10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes In my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51 Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy When just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky Like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this Cutting right angle donuts on a dime And stopping right at my Birkenstocks And me yelping, "holy fucking shit!" Holy fucking shit! Holy fucking shit! Holy fucking shit! Holy fucking shit! Holy fucking shit! Holy fucking shit! Then the X-File being Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan With Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of Vanilla Chig Champa Did a slow-mo Matrix descent Outta the butt end of the banana vessel And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw And my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip And all I could think was "I hope Uncle Quark here doesn't notice That I pissed my fuckin' pants" So light in his way, like an apparition, that He had me crying out "Fuck me, it's gotta be The Deadhead Chemistry The blotter got right on top of me Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!" And after calming me down With some orange slices And some fetal spooning E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose He said, "You are the chosen one The one who will deliver the message A message of hope for those who choose to hear it And a warning for those who do not" Me, the chosen one They chose me And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school You'd better You'd better You'd better You'd better listen Then he looked right through me With somniferous almond eyes Don't even know what that means Must remember to write it down This is so real Like the time Dave floated away See, my heart is pounding 'Cause this shit never happens to me I can't breathe right now! It was so real Like I woke up in Wonderland All sorta terrifying I don't wanna be all alone While I tell this story And can anyone tell me why You all sound like Peanuts parents? Will I ever be coming down? This is so real Finally, it's my lucky day See, my heart is racing 'Cause this shit never happens to me I can't breathe right now You believe me, don't you? Please believe what I've just said! See the Dead ain't touring And this wasn't all in my head See, they took me by the hand And invited me right in Then they showed me something I don't even know where to begin Strapped down to my bed Feet cold and eyes red I'm out of my head Am I alive? Am I dead? Can't remember what they said God damn, shit the bed Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position Such a heavy burden now to be the one Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending To write it down for all the world to see But I forgot my pen Shit the bed again Typical Strapped down to my bed Feet cold and eyes red I'm out of my head Am I alive? Am I dead? Sunkist and Sudafed Gyroscopes and infrared Won't help, I'm brain dead Can't remember what they said God damn, shit the bed I can't remember what they said to me Can't remember what they said to make me out to be the hero Can't remember what they said Bob help me! Can't remember what they said Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know God damn, shit the bed

@Forestluv He addresses you here:

Blood sugar baby. She majik. Sex majik. Sex majik. EDIT: I'm sorry, RHCP was Stage Orange nonsense at the time.

@fluffy_fractalshard These things are just projections and archetypes of your mind. Maybe they are really conscious sentient entities woven into the information of the universe, but they are just playing a role if that is the case. There are not literal starships out there in space fighting the exact alien wars you're talking about. It's a psychological thing. And I do think a lot of it is metaphorical.