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@Natasha Tori Maru But what do you mean by Feeling? Is it distinct from anything else? Even "Feeling Itself" can be subdivided into physical feeling (i.e., feeling a rock, a tit, a tree) and mental-emotional feeling (which, if not Painfully Obvious to you at this Point in Time, is best not existing at all). And if Feeling does exist, in your estimation, how would one go about DESCRIBING IT? Would you then begin labeling and categorizing it in the pursuit of UNDERSTANDING? If you do that, QUITE COUNTERINTUITIVELY, it will take you farther away from Feeling, into the realms of abstract reasoning and murky mental ejaculate.

You can talk with Jesus right now if you wish. But you must watch Leo's video on Understanding Recontextualization first. Only then will the gateways of communication with Jesus Christ open with full transparency. I was just speaking with an old friend who punched me in the face and stole my playstation a while back. He said he found Jesus by going to church weekly, getting high on the weekends, and jerking off with a cumstained rag. At the end of the day, in this day-n-age, the only thing you can say is just this: To Eaxh Xis Own — (get it, lol, out of respect 4 pronouns????)

Duality is quite obvious. But nonduality is even more obvious. It is so powerfully obvious that it shatters the illusion of Duality. Ta-Daaaa!!! lol

A cigarette usually does the trick for me

I myself went through a full-blown existential crisis over the dilemma of whether or not I should kill flies, specifically with my favorite pink swatter. I ultimately realized that a sick part of the fly's soul has a fetish for this kind of spanking, so thereby rationalized to myself that I am killing these flies in the name of God, but I cleverly rewrote it as "Jesus Christ" so as to avoid committing blasphemy.

You look like a fun dude to drink a beer with Or go to the Spa or something lol

I want to write this. I Have been experiencing SOMETHING INCREDIBLE in the domain of interpersonal relations with WHOEVER you find yourself communicating with. Be that a peer or a boss, a parent or child, a sophist or philospher, YOU ARE responsible For Projecting That Image onto them. So, my point in this communication is simple: Be Wary of the sneaky tactics trying to convince other people of your TomFoolery while in the throes of trying to get a point across. THis is where infinite compassion comes into play, and you can dance with it in a symphony of giggling uncertainy, cosmic jokes, and Godly Levels of Paradoxical Nuance that, Ultimtely & Finally, Only YOU will be able to fully enjoy, bask & marvel & revel in, gawk at for eternity, since it is the very BEING THAT YOU ARE.........

@Sugarcoat yeah, I do, I guess, lol I should be more grateful

Lmao so I was tripping on Shrooms 2 nights ago. Ended up sending this fucking diatribe to my parents: (lmao dont ask how akward that next morning was, bulging eyeballs) Dear Father, It takes a lot of courage on my part to write and ultimately send you these words, since I dare not utter them in person. Yes, it is true that I am tripping balls on mushrooms and your greatest fears are real. I am sorry. In the meantime, I am worrying about you, and I would like you to know that no medication, whether in physical form from the pharmacy or elsewhere, will be enough to cure your ailment, you sick son of a bitch that has been wandering the cosmos for far longer than an eternity I Love you to death, and it brings me to tears. This is utter fucking nonsense. This is drivel in its entirty. I hope you exude omnipotence and the fear of nothing, and that you extend such infinite compassiom to all who dare to cross your path. Seriously, though, I love you, Dad, but this, to be sure, is a joke of humanity, the joke of jokes, the devil in its purest form I Hope I didn't bother you whilst barfing up the storm of words in the middle of the night. I have the future to be worried about, wherein I will become a great writer that is given zero praise and not even a speck of doubt. Again, I love you, but this point has been underscored. Again, your expectations of what reality must be implode in the face of this jargon. OH, sweet terror of what is coming to be. I wish you the best, and I hope you drown in a pool of infinite love. It will be the best, since I have handcrafted this reality just for you. You are the sweetest slice of pie of them all. You takes the cake for all that is real. I will probably copy mom in on this so she can laugh, cry, and dance about as she would anyhow I love you both, you fucking dreams, you cowards, you pigs I Hope to see you in the next lifetime, because otherwise I will have to face you when I wake up Oh, and about that fear that psychedelic drugs will ruin my life: that is a fucking farce, a joke if I've ever heard one. Again, I love you both, and you must take it to the grave, because I will be trolling you even after, if you ever gave a fuck Oh, and in regards to my sexless, worthless lide: why don't you get off your lazy, worthless bum and do something for a change, since you clearly are a fucking bastard. You are delusional, and you aint worth twat. Hope you get some fine, beautiful women sucking on your cock, and they'll be laughing for days, swearing that you are one lying son of a bitch IF you read this through to its end, you are the real hero of depravity. My laughter is shining as always, piercing through the rays of delight. God bless my noble desire to uncover the foundation of the universe itself, as if it ever mattered, because it doesn't, and I still love both of you to death SO thanks for housing me and all that shit. And i hope you kick me the fuck out when push comes to shove. Because shit is about to get real. Infinite lols, from here and beyond. Get a piece of THIS!

Dear Sweet Pork Fat of Consciousness This is the boundless echoing insanity of the height of frivolity at nothing at that. This is the great wonder of creation, isn't it? I hope you are here for the enjoying, because otherwise my sadness will kill you in the next lifetime.

Someone Here, Yes, that is true. Good point! I Would Argue that your Achilles Heel is (obviously Achille's Heel) the ever-Growing Attachment That You Have to this forum. Reading comments like these reinforces your mind-ideology that we are on this forum listening to what you have to say OH, mr. Liberation, can't I get a PIECE OF THAT? LOl, I am shitting my pants InSide AND Out. This is a love story of paradigm-shifting incredulousness. I love you. Take that, geezer! LOl, we literally haven't yet seen the pepporoni of the Pie. Not yet have we come face to face with the Spoon of the Drawer, nor the Jack or the Knife or the Spade of Infinite Sexual Appeal

I'm going for it. I plan on posting a trip report later on

Your words are touching. No comment (Other than to say that your trips moving in the direction of something quite mysterious and foreign, no longer fitting into the frame of "God-realization" or some such, signifies that God-Realization might have only existed as an elaborare concept & nothing more. See it this way: Leo, in his brilliance, coined the term (or not) "GOD-REALIZATION" to explain THIS! BUT "THIS" CANNOT BE EXPLAINED ABSOLUTELY! WE ARE ALL INCREDULOUS! CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT! IT IS MAGNIFICENT AMEN HALLELUJAH)

When I read "Mahasamadhi," @Eskilon I spat out my fucking tea. That is the best response to this question, laughing off my ass

What Salvijus said: Grace All techniques are distractions from what they aim to inspire. If you want to be spiritual, go have a beer. If you want to understand reality, go have a beer. If you are looking for God, go have a beer. But if what you want is truly, actually, really Nothing At All, You Have Come to the Right Place