Breakingthewall

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. 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. 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.

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

"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