Natasha Tori Maru

An insight is “true,” or it is not really an insight. An insight is not simply an opinion or a guess. An insight is an authentic experience. An insight is beyond any belief—it is instead something personally encountered and understood. An insight is self-validating, since the truth or validity of the realization lies inherent in the thing realized. An insight is authentic, and a person who has one will speak with authority since no guesswork is involved. With insight, a clear and personal grasping of the subject matter is the authority Do we agree with the above? Do you have any body, emotion, or feeling sensations along with an insight that indicate the experience for you? I do. Tell me what you experience adjacent to your insights.

Do we have one? Rolling. Post that shit. Shorts, reels, tick-tock turds. Do your worst short format. Boomer cringe. I love the spittle on the guys mouth 🤮🤢 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS45V1Enf/

Do you suspect this is how I view relationships?

Same. When you try to ignore and the gut punch happens though. DAMN universe why 😄

Yes. I notice what you call synchronicities frequently. I note when it occurs. A pattern. I deliberately do not look for, make or seek meaning in them. I understand I create my own meaning, so seeking to find understanding or meaning appears to be a gateway to belief. And therefore, delusion. My mind is slippery as fuck 😬

The nature of the question seems to point toward what @Lyubov illustrates as uninspected belief. Your words just appear to be so loaded with judgement and attachment to outcome. And a dislike of the experience of searching. Genuine dislike. The process is where it's at. I could be totally wrong. It just appears this way from the language you use.

Yes and for me I cannot exclude that there isn't a link due to the nebulous nature of thought. I don't know what a thought is. Where it is. I don't even know I think. Thoughts arrive. I feel like I have no control. My issue is with the mechanics behind the phenomenon and not the phenomenon itself, I think... Ha! I think! Ha! Fuck this whole topic 🙃

That's totally valid to me. I don't have a mind made up for or against. It feels inherently unfalsafiable with my view, which is problematic and indicates the frame could dictate truth. Hence a perspective, hence a falsehood. So I flop back into the phenomenon not being real. And I am irritated to no end when I experience the shit again. If that makes sense.

Killed it. Like murdered it. First degree. Guilty. Charged. 20 warning points 😃

It's perfectly fine to have emotions and being reactive provided it is not directional or attacking. It doesn't detract from any validity. It doesn't always mean someone is compromised. A lot of the time passion and charge translates into something else on the receivers end over text. It's not the best rhetorically if you want to remain neutral, but it's not inherently bad. ALSO PSYCHIC SHIT IS REAL COME AT ME WITH THE PITCHFORKS I even experience it with Leo and what he writes as I am thinking it. Often. I just don't raise it. In fact I don't believe half my throughts are even mine to be claimed. No centre. Just thoughts arriving with no control and I can't source who or what generated them. Can't control thoughts. I have no evidence they originate from me.

No.

We cool we cool 😃 It was a pattern of consecutive posts that were sort of humour adjacent with no relevant content that made me worried. Sometimes members shit on the forum when they don't care and want to leave or just have Ill intent. I misunderstood

Tbh I don't mind that this turned into a contemplation ! It's what it is all about! I don't have any sort of ownership over the outcomes of threads.... But I enjoyed this cringe dyad 😃

That's exactly right!

@vibv I don't have mirth with cringe. Second hand embarrassment is definitely what I feel and aim for itt 😃

@Jirh thank you - and you also! I am doing excellent at the moment 😁 I have Hashimoto's which is in remission. In the past I have gone through days of being unable to leave the bed. I am very grateful to be well.

@vibv I don't define cringe like that. Do you not agree it is second hand embarrassment?

@Thought Art thanks for illustrating what you mean by crisis. Got any links for what you have watched? Mass migration is something you haven't raised - this is more likely to fuck shit up in a systemic way.

I agree I don't think I am like most women. It has not been easy getting to this spot. I was suffering a tremendous amount in the past. I was never where I wanted to be. That caused most of the problem. Physical pain and sickness is still a challenge - that's the one time I really struggle with being and accepting the moment. Health is just massive.

@vibv second hand embarrassment is lack of empathy?

I think he was just joking around - but it appeared like trolling or a series of weird nonsense. I probably missread it due to lack of tone on the internet.

@vibv I truly don't care

You don't speak for me! I need cringe 😁

I don't have all these rights and wrongs. I don't have fear about making a mistake or wasting time. Kids aren't a thing for me. Even if I did deeply desire them, I would surrender to the fact that life is not mine. I am highly unusual in my peace and acceptance with people in my life. Obviously I have friction. But I deeply accept things won't go my way. There is always more out there. But I surrender to what will be. I take action where I can, when I have the highest chance to meet a desire - but I don't have any ability to be certain of an outcome. I don't view any time as wasted. I have very, very different parameters to your typical women 🫠 I'm a bit of a freak

I already am. I have deep self trust. I have boundaries that mean I do not overextend into unhealthy territory. I do not approval seek. I am kind as I conduct myself. I don't care about "wasting time" because no time is ever wasted. I learn from every bit of my experience. Either more about myself, or another. There is so much experience to be had, and all of it is so divine. No moment is wasted. I feel no moment stolen.