Breakingthewall

The cause of the physical universe is the absence of límits, that's obvious

The nature of consciousness is very simple. Consciousness is a process that links two other virtually separate processes that exchange information: the living organism and the universe. This seems like a "materialist" definition, but materialism today is no longer materialism. Physics states that reality is a rupture of the symmetry of the void from which a coherent, viable equation emerges and unfolds. Or, put another way, reality unfolds given the absence of limits, the lack of absolute restriction, and consciousness is a possibility that implies reality observing itself.

I meant my family not the people from the forum 😅. (Later I will read again your post to comment, now I'm inspired in remembers) My family's situation was an enigma to me. I saw fragments, but being inside it made it almost impossible to understand. I knew something was deeply wrong but I thought it was me, and during my teenage years I descended into an increasingly dark state until I reached a level of brutal psychological suffering. Resume, my father was a con artist, a complete son of a bitch and a world-class self-destructive alcoholic. For example, he underwent surgery for throat cancer at the age of thirty-eight, and afterward he smoked ninety cigarettes a day and drank an entire bottle of gin, starting with breakfast. That, in itself, isn't unique, there are many self-destructive alcoholics, but my father was an a genius of lie. He created the appearance of being a leader, a genius, an artist, an idol, a ubermensch. This was a man who had spent ten years at university without passing a single course and had been fired from every job he ever held, but he managed to have contacts, and women in love of him, what was translated in money. In short, I wanted to be like him. He was my idol and my god. He used to give me long lectures about Hitler as the greatest achievement of the human race. When I was eleven, he would say, "Let's shower together, like men," then compare our bodies and repeat over and over that my penis was small, that he was perfect and I was disgusting. Then he would buy me an expensive gift and tell me my mother was mentally retarded. And I would think: He's not a man. He's a god. Then I would do my best effort to be a piece of shit, seeing any integrity as weakness. In my mind there was a religion: my father, that living god, that supreme being, that avatar of perfection, and I was fortunate enough to have been insulted by him. Eventually I reached a point where I understood nothing. I didn't dare speak to anyone. If I went to the supermarket, I couldn't even bring myself to speak to the cashier because I didn't know what I was supposed to say, what attitude I should show. Everything felt insane, alien, unreal. My mind was a whirlwind of self-directed aggression. Every tiny humiliation I had ever experienced echoed over and over again, like the crack of a whip. Then, one day, I was walking alone through the countryside, trapped in rumination and suffering, when something happened. It was overwhelming. Inside my mind I felt what seemed like a massive steel gear, weighing tons, slowly turning until, with one final, decisive impact, it locked perfectly into place. I couldn't believe it. It felt like a miracle. Suddenly, all doubt disappeared. My mind became a vector. It was like a samurai tying the band around his forehead before committing seppuku, without the slightest hesitation. absolute certainty. I was eighteen or nineteen years old. From that moment on, reality became war, and there were only two possibilities: win or die. Everything became radically simple. There was nothing left to weigh, nothing left to analyze. Of course, everything remained incredibly difficult. I still couldn't talk to people. I still couldn't look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't even remember my mother, who had died three years earlier. I knew she had existed, but I couldn't retrieve a single memory of her. My psyche was like a massive slab of stone, a labyrinth of madness. But the direction, the vector, was absolute. I never doubted again. Then the work for clarify that horrible psyche that my father helped me to build was a interesting mission. If my father wouldn't die around that time maybe I would kill him, but if I would saw him now I would say him thanks. No father could be better , he gave me the handicap necessary to make the game interesting and the liberation possible

How can that be possible if ISIS is Sunni and hates Shiites and destroys their places of worship?

About what?

This is what I call a virus. These are seemingly innocent ideas that become installed in your operating system. The problem is that as you delve deeper, they branch out, and at a certain point, your entire system is infected. True awakening requires abandoning all anchors, and that is an anchor. You don't know this; you think you do, and for you, it's absolutely true because that anchor gives you security, but what it actually does is bind you, preventing true liberation. If you want total openness, you should completely forget all those ideas about God, dreams, love, or whatever. In this game, acrobatics are performed without a net. Don't you dare to completely empty your mind of absolutely all certainty? Then you will always be trapped in the egoic capsule, even if you call it divine.

Things are much simpler. The sole purpose of what is is to be, which is inevitable. Conscious life is a possibility happening. There is no designer and no intention; the absolute being unfolds in possibilities coherent with itself. Think coherently: if there were an infinite creator, their intentions would be infinite, which is the same to no intention at all. There is not a director, the orchestra is the big boss itself. There is not God creating the reality, the reality is God. This is the divinity. Exactly this, now. Just remove the veil and see.

I think it depends of the person. Some are not disciplined, and when density is high any practice is a pain , then 5meo could be a great solvent. The problem is the creation of religious mental frames.

Psychosis

I think that the main factor is your vector. Your life can be directed toward self-protection, self-importance, etc, or liberation. If it's directed toward liberation, every action points in that direction. Then 5meo can be an essential tool. It's not that simply doing 5meo will bring you permanent mystical liberation, but it will be a significant push in that direction.

5meo isn't a psychedelic you take to gain insight or confront your trauma, but rather to break down an energetic barrier that psychologically separates you from reality. Modern humans create an energetic capsule that keeps them detached from reality in exchange for an unreal sense of security. This capsule manifests as a constant stream of thoughts, but its "substance" is the fear of losing individuality, the need to be a cog in an alienating social group where connections are false. Each 5meo trip deactivates the default neural network that keeps this capsule active, and with each deactivation, your system gradually becomes accustomed to existing without it. The problem is that people confuse this with another superior mystic reality, and they become trapped in that idea of increasing your level of consciousness when the point is cleaning the mental veil. Seems equal, but it isn't. "Increasing" is endless, removing isn't

"Narcissist" and "therapist" use to be synonyms. And "coach" is another level. Narcissist are fascinating, it's incredible how they can sustain their narratives. Contemplating their behavior is better than a documentary of national geographic. And it's absolutely, completely, totally impossible confronting them.

There is another step. At a certain point, it is not you observing emptiness, but rather you are emptiness; the boundaries break and the totality manifests. Structure is zero; what exists is openness, and the openness is total, the absolute power of that which has no restriction.

A wall will save me from that son of a bitch Attila the Hun, who's coming with his friends to sodomize me. Therefore, I must be extremely worried about building a very high wall, since building walls is a real drag, especially if they have to be 15 meters tall and made of stone. My concern must be extreme, obsessive; otherwise, instead of building the wall, I'll just lie in a hammock, and then Attila will arrive, and all will be complaints.

What do you mean, no? That's precisely the key to human evolutionary success: creating a mental model of the individual and the group that evolves over time. So, you do things like build a wall, worrying that in the future a group of bloodthirsty killers might come and impale your entire family. This worries you, and you build the wall; otherwise, you wouldn't

Just fight as your life depends on it. What's true btw. Maybe you won't die of hunger, but you could die of depression

😅😅Please don't trust anyone. Anyway, if you ask me, I would say yes, try it, but don't believe anything about God or dreams, just break your mind without mercy Pd: oh beginner in spirituality, you must know that this reign is the reign of narcissism, projection and self induced hallucinations. Is short, the reign of bullshits, so be smart and don't believe anyone

Exactly, real things, not evasion

What do you mean? For me 5 meo improved my brain dramatically

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I don't believe Nazism is a real ideology. The Jewish issue is merely an excuse to unite a depressed and almost psychotic population. The Jews are irrelevant to the Nazis; they're just a benchmark for comparison, a way for them to elevate themselves. It's basically a narcissistic strategy. Nazism is narcissism taken to an almost religious level, and like all narcissism, it stems from an unbearable feeling of inadequacy, in this case, from the defeat in the Great War and the subsequent humiliations.

5-MeO is a drug that affects the energy system; it's not a mental thing. A total liberation is a release of your energy blockages. I remember once vaping 15mg and there was no total release, and I felt pain in my hands and feet. Then, a muscle in one of my legs started vibrating periodically, quite annoying for two days. I wasn't sure if it was related. The second night, in bed, I was vibrating a lot, and I concentrated on releasing energy. I felt a very strong tremor throughout my body in several waves. I concentrated, and my body vibrated. I visualized energy leaving my body. Then there was a much more intense vibration, and the muscle tremor disappeared completely. 5meo done a lot of times will change your energetic configuration for ever. You need to understand that you have to let go everything, if not you could get sick.

I'd say yes. I don't remember exactly if I used to see images clearly, but I read a lot of fiction before, and I'd say I did. What's certain is that after taking 2g of mushrooms, I saw incredibly realistic and vivid images, trees with phosphorescent leaves and things like that, and now I see absolutely nothing. Another detail is that before, on a Mensa-type test, I scored over 147, and I could get the Raven's Progressive Matrices in 20 minutes with only one mistake, and now I don't get past 120. But I haven't gotten any dumber; quite the opposite. Now I see human dynamics several levels deeper, my attention to reality is many orders of magnitude greater, but reading a novel seems impossible to me; I have no interest whatsoever (I used to read one a week). Watching a movie is the same. It's as if the mind shifts from the symbolic to the real, and with that, you lose your IQ for raw calculation and your ability to visualize objects in exchange for the dissolution of the barrier between the psyche and actual experience.

How Tolle knows that? He's just inventing

Of course. I laugh at them so loud that they'd be right to ban me, or maybe they should just commit suicide. The reason they call myself a dangerous criminal is that, a few years ago, my business was growing weed. During the COVID lockdown, I'd drive along those empty, post-apocalyptic highways with the car loaded with weed, stopping at police checkpoints and showing them a certificate a friend had arranged for me stating that I was an ophthalmology laser technician working at a hospital. They'd wave me through, and I'd drive off laughing with evil laugh bwahahaha. I did that twice a week and made a good business The truth is, I loved that job, but the production ,and approached it like an engineer. Later I switched the whole operation over to CBD, which was completely legal and still profitable. Before that, I'd spent about seven years living on sailboats, sailing thousands and thousands of miles. My idea was always to learn enough to eventually build a business around it. At one point I sailed from Venezuela to Spain across the North Atlantic, about 50 days at open sea beginning spring, (stops in Jamaica, Cuba, etc but 20 days no stop from Bermuda) with my ex-girlfriend. She was already my ex by then; we'd broken up about two years earlier, we didn't have sex, we were simply friends. Apparently she didn't think I was psychotic, because on a very old boat, after spending two months repairing it in Venezuela before heading into the North Atlantic with 8 m waves and that, every mistake can easily turn into a funny situation . Before that I ran a dating platform, but entirely over the phone, talking . In reality, it was basically a top-tier telephone sexual fantasy pervert max level , no workers, all free perverts, but the money rained. (That's how I ended up spending seven years sailing) Alongside all of that, I was always deeply into rock climbing and hang gliding under demanding conditions, as a form of mental and physical training, same than serious boxing . But I also was too much into party, drugs, sex. My psyche was unbalanced, but I totally knew where I was from teen, and where I wanted to arrive Before that, I owned a small company installing call centers and office data networks, working with two technicians and an administrative assistant (I was 26) Before that I spent nine months as a salesman for a similar company. Before that I sold houses for four months . Before that I spent eight months in the army (wtf). Before that I worked nine months as a construction laborer. Before that I worked in the kitchen of an Italian restaurant. And before that I lived with my fifty-year-old alcoholic narcissist father and his thirty-five-year-old wealthy, depressed wife, who financially supported him. Before that I lived with my mother, who was Turkish, who didn't even know sex existed until she was 19 y.o but who was deep Now I want to go back to boats. CBD is fine, but you only live once. My plan is to find aluminum sailboats in very bad condition in the Caribbean, boats worth around $300,000 once restored, bring them back to Spain, give them a premium refit, and sell them to someone who's retired and wants to sail around the world. I've already bought and sold fourteen boats at a profit except 2 of them, cheap sailboats, max 30k. The only problem is that I need a hot girlfriend with whom I have an absolute deep connection to come with me. I've told the gods that I'm not going to have sex again until she appears. So maybe I'll end up as a monk. But this decision make my life much more clean, huge difference. Looking for sex is toxic. Then, the fact that my profoundly mentally retarded psychologist sister tells everyone I have paranoid psychosis, even though I gave her the opportunity to study psychology, and has spent years telling to the more or less thirty members of my family (conservative religious) that I'm a terrible criminal and that she's afraid I'll kill her (her narcissist ego maybe she meant), is for me an extraordinary exercise in observing attachment to the clan and the need for social acceptance (honestly was a big challenge very unbalancing) . I genuinely thank her for that. Maybe one day she'll recover from her vulnerable narcissism, and I'll be able to tell her. Until that, just the facts will talk. Freedom and life. Let's die with an open heart.