Breakingthewall

So, what is no sensorial is false? That idea of enlightenment comes from Ralston or Tolle. It's full of mistakes. "Smell" is something that happens in the mind. "future" also. Awareness of future is a human reality, they deny it as illusion, but still it exist

Interesting topic. The answer is that it is absolutely essential to be open to your absolute nature. Then you know that no matter what happens, you will be what you are, and you see death as the complete opening to what is. If you are closed off to this reality, life is a trap. As Buddha said, human life is suffering because we are aware of impermanence and death and cannot cope with them. Traditionally, people have clung to religion. Now that's gone, and what remains is imbalance. The only solution is true openness.

Old and stupid. Being old is hard, old and stupid is a drama.

Then shut up, why are you talking with voices that doesn't exist?

On the savanna, if there's a piece of meat lying around, the lion owns it. If hyenas appear, the lion might explain that fact by killing one of them; that's how they understand. Humans do it through documents, but the idea is exactly the same.

Try to steal it's food, maybe it makes sense for the cat. The thing is that cats and humans are different. Same than cats and pants. If you steal the water to a plant if wont attack you, but a cat maybe yes, and a human if you steal his money. Just different dynamics, no one is false, just different

You don't understand that people. It's not that they don't understand and if I made them understand everything would be ok. It's that they need to be above the other because their inner dynamic is that. It's not that we could get an agreement, it's that if they know that the other have a devastating cancer they would feel happiness. Of course in any case, never, they would admit. When you open your eyes to the real human dynamic, you understand why humans and war are always together. Look this: I played a trick on my sister. I asked her to go to therapy with her psychologist to cure my possible mental illness. The truth is, I talked to him and explained the situation. He was pretty slow, the kind of guy who doesn't analyze things and only focuses on the vibe, but he still understood (with difficulty). Then he told my sister that I wasn't psychotic and that I wanted to go to therapy with all three of us. I knew this was absolutely impossible, but the trick was to make her deny it. Not only that, but she quit the psychologist after eight years of therapy. Ohhhh, so sad. I'm kryptonite to those liars😅 Btw was interesting to talk with him, was amazing observing his procceses. He is there just for validate narcissist and show compassion, and at the end of the session he hugs you . Ufff it was like hugging chancellor palpatine. Come with me, to the compassive side. You are sick, you are suffering, you need my compassive hugs . In the past they were many people and very professional and was very dangerous, nowadays you use a gps, but anyway getting in an oceanic trip alone in winter is an act of surrender and faith, over all with old boats. You have to be absolutely aligned with the situation, maybe you can't sleep in many days, or you have to put the awaker every 30 min for a week, day and night wet and frozen. You have to feel the boat, the sea, the wind, check everything 1000 times. There is no place to complain, you are a cog not a person. Imo it's very meditative. I'm absolutely, totally, completely, horribly lazy to start it again but life is one, and the beauty of this is sharing. I almost always sailed with company but girl who didn't share responsibility. I sailed totally alone 5 times, trips 9 days max with old boats I founded in islands to sell them, I don't like at all, I won't do never again. Sharing those trips make your soul close each other, its like being in another dimension. When it's like an hurricane (not real hurricane but 100km/h wind) with lighting around and waves like mountain back to you and the boat running perfect in the middle of the ocean you feel the power. Also the uncertainly.

I don't perceive them as hostile to me, just like they need to maintain a position that is objectively wrong by self image and I enjoy pocking them forcing them to lie to maintain their position, and seeing how they must showing equanimity to maintain their character, but it's easy to see that they are aggressive (passively). It's like a game. Anyway Vegan is not so bad eh, he has nobility and sometimes says something with any sense, deeply I like him but he's unbearably defensive😂 (defending his enlightenment no self that is an absolute must for his psyche). James is just pure defense

The purpose of 5-Meo is forcing. You could think that's not the right way, it's your choice. Imo it's essential in many cases.

Unbearable

Why do you say such things? For trolling I guess. Passive aggressive trolling What kind of personality could need such interaction? A narcissist.

@Ziran thanks for the feedback

Martin Ball explains very clearly what the experience of total openness with 5meo is. It's the absence of resistance in which you open yourself to the total. Regarding symmetry, I don't know, but he has guided thousands of trips so what he says is probably well-founded. Furthermore, something clear to me emerges from his explanation: if there's a perception that reality is imaginary, that you're God, that you're dreaming, or whatever, it's because deep layers of the ego's structures haven't been dissolved. This is perfectly obvious; total openness is just that, total openness. There's no structural content in it, just the total, period. Anything else is the absence of total dissolution. There are many people who did a lot trips of 5meo in high doses and never have dissolved their ego, just because they don't want it, they want to be God. You have to want to let go everything, if not it's impossible.

Tell him the key is understanding his illness. Don't give him spiritual nonsense; instead, have him read documented stories like that of John Nash, Nobel Prize winner in mathematics, and others who have managed to live with schizophrenia.

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 (well I don't think so but just because the consequences), 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