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I don't think it's right or remotely accurate at all.

What's the difference, really, though? Apart from the idea that you are somehow "willing" the sending or receiving of thoughts. Or that there even is sending and receiving (which I suppose does rely on there in actuality being someone else to send/receive to and from). What about the different characters within myself? Last night I dreamed of school friends from years ago. Short backstory some guy and his pals were hunting me down to murder me. Ya dig? Now each of these characters spoke to me, and I spoke back. We shared an intelligent conversation... They'd murdered one of my school friends before doing the same to me, and he resurrected and discussed what it was like to die. If curious, dream-friend said it was like extreme euphoria and amazing before a sudden sharp drop into terror before ending. These conversations in dreams between the different characters are in my own mind. Is that telepathy? Bit weird, really.

It's the "face of gravitas".

Yeah I think so. It doesn't mean the things being said are not TRUE, but I had the exact precise same thought many times... Coping for shitty B.C. Quality of Life. Idgaf about spirituality at all to be honest. My interest in the topic was forced on me by intense drug trip ego deaths.

I recognize the facial expression from looking at selfie cam while on Changa. Everything that has ever happened up to this point becomes entirely meaningless, and all that matters is this, the idea of being a person and the accompanying drives and such start to crack, and that's why the face falls flat... "Real life" begins to seem less and less meaningful, almost like you're leaving it ALL behind. Mild form of what happens when waking from an engaging dream, where it was super important while in it, but then you begin to stir in bed, and the importance of that dream fades rapidly.

The trick is caused by the sense of where the edges of your body are, I think. It's smart how it meshes tactile and visual senses and constructs a strong feeling of positioning inside the visual image. Even Richard Dawkins, you can explain this in seconds and he would get it. Everyone knows that the world we see is a product of the mind. Irrespective of whether you think there is a real external stimulus, the actual image itself is purely inside your mind.

None of your thoughts or senses are you. You genuinely think that you will "go somewhere" when they stop. You literally won't go anywhere, you're already and always there. None of those things are even real... None of them are you. None of us exist. The gig is up... I know we aren't real... We can't die or be born. You're already in so-called Nirvana, with essentially a projector which is projecting to you - as you reside in "Nirvana" - pain, torment, sadness, fear, panic, sight, hearing. You are seeing this from Nirvana. If you type back here, you're watching the typing of that message from Nirvana. You aren't really here. I'm not really here. All of us are visions. We are all actually in Nirvana perpetually. We are literally there right now. Watching this show. The game is up. The more clear, the smaller and smaller reality feels to be. From feeling like there is nothing on the other side of this screen (literally, we are nothing but words on a screen appearing in a mind), to nothing outside the body, to nothing outside of me. Until it feels like it is literally collapsing into you into nothing but itself. A single point of being and nothing more. I'm not real. You are not real. We are visions. This screen is a vision. I'm literally made of images of text appearing on an image of a monitor screen. And you actually think there is something on the other side of it typing this, you really think I'm here on the other side of it somewhere typing. But there isn't an other side and I'm not. There's nothing on the other side because there is nowhere but "here" which is Nirvana where we are always and eternally have been. No hay banda... I'm not across your screen typing to you I'm here. I am you. I am here.

Timelessness is easy to understand and explain by saying that time appears within the backdrop. Like a piece of blank paper. You can draw and animate figures. The drawn figures move through time, but the paper itself doesn't itself move through time. And then the same for the infinite. The drawings on the paper are limited, that's how they take shape to begin with, by having boundaries sketched onto the paper. The paper itself if you can imagine one without any edge, doesn't have any finiteness to it... Considering the paper is a metaphor for literal nothingness, it's even easier to understand why it doesn't have an edge. It's funny, if you stepped outside reality and tried to look at it, there'd be literally nothing there... You couldn't step outside, of course, because there's nothing outside nothing, we're nowhere. Nothing. Not in time. We shouldn't even exist. For all intents and purposes, maybe it could even be said nothing exists at all... Depending on which perspective you take.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xd6SFqRGQow

Hm... I resonate with the peeling. I felt it was very much like those Russian matryoska doll things. Exactly as you said layers kept smashing and falling away. But I don't understand the "indescribable" thing you mentioned. I have heard that a LOT, but I don't understand it, it wasn't in any of my own experiences... Is it possible for you to try to explain? Like not even flowery talk, as objective and communicatable as possible. Very interested in how it compares and if I did touch upon that.

It's super simple actually... Nothingness doesn't need to be created, and nothingness is literally what "consciousness" is.

Return the slaaaaaaab.

Curses don't exist........

Wth is that lool. ?

Then you obviously shouldn't be posting or visiting the board... It's just self harm...

I doubt you had ego death from watching a video. More likely you're just a bit unstable and suggestible. That's the danger... And probably you should never use psychedelic drugs, avoid all things like this, and see a psychiatrist. Dead srs. That's probably more accurate and would be better for your health and happiness in life. Self help is a joke, dude. Lol...

Well that does happen in the same sense that you don't actually have a face right now until you look in a mirror.

@michaelcycle00 Because you don't get it and think you are a person, and therefore think that the person is the whole of existence...

Are you sure he meant "I" in the way you are (I think) meaning it?

Not 5-MeO, I'm too safety conscious. I was able to combine 500ug of LSD with DMT to produce that state, though. Leo made this forum, I made this post. It isn't about the character masks in front of "you", that's why I said about waves in the ocean. You have to see the bigger picture (ocean) and not the little one (waves). Reality itself is all encompassing. Anything that is, is literally reality itself. Things which "are" can't be outside of reality, they are made of reality within reality itself. This forum is an expression of reality itself, and so am I, and you, and rocks, and trees, and dreams, and animals, and so on. That's the common thread between all things and even nothings (pure consciousness, is nothingness). There is just reality itself. Which is eternal, unstoppable. It is everything.

Yup, it does imply belief in others to be posting to you here. It only hit me *very* hard once or twice before. And it made me feel so helpless because I remember thinking, like, I've lost my mind I need to see a doctor, go to hospital, etc. Because when we are distressed our instinct is to reach out for help... But everyone else was me. It was paralyzing because there was no doctor or friend or anyone to reach out to for help. After a few hours I just put on a Netflix documentary and by the end of it, I felt normal again. I just did so much DMT that I have periodic flashback moments, which I think will happen for the rest of my life. So for example it will just hit like a brick wall what I originally posted. Which mostly was meant to be about not "going anywhere" and being in Nirvana eternally, and in fact being there right now... I can still touch it but I'm feeling more normal again now.

I think it's simultaneous. Let me show you something. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=I4Xi9mq9uZw Do you see that character "The Collector"? I think that's what is happening... Watch when it shapeshifts into a bunch of people shapes then wipes them all away. These people we are, are those apparitions. What we really are is the entity which makes these things out of itself. The entity is consciousness, so whatever appears, is made of consciousness because it is made of itself and that's all there is. Our characters and lives are shadows of consciousness, and when the image goes *POOF* we are just that single entity playing. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=jAwD47xGdv0 P.S. I'm not as sure on this, it's a bit of theory. I think it is very similar to that at least... And consciousness itself better represented as duality IMO. It's best explained in nothing/something duality I think. And the nothing AND something being best explained as "reality itself" (that is the whole, and unity). I think that's the best and easiest terminology. And I theorize we don't live each other's lives in sequence.

The only element of you which isn't just a projected image, is literal nothing. That's where you always are; in fact you're there right now. All of this, the person talking, the feeling of yourself breathing... All of this is the projection. ALL of that can vanish because it's not actually real, and you don't go with it. You can't go anywhere because you're always here. The entire life and person can vanish and you are still here. You don't "go somewhere" when you're dead, you're already in that place. You always were. The only thing that exists is me... And you're all like: "wtf, you're not the only one that exists, because I exist!". And you wanna know the simple reason why? Because you call me a "you" and I call you a "you". But there is no such thing as a "you". We both call ourselves "me", and that's what really "is", and that's why everyone can validly say only they exist. Because the me saying it, which you are reading right now, is you. The game is over friend. There is nobody and nothing on the other side of this screen typing to you. This is an image of text on an image of a screen in your mind. I'm not "over there", I'm here. Just like the self you see in a mirror doesn't actually live on the other side of the mirror, when you look in a mirror and see yourself, you are always here. Not living inside that image. There's not a you inside the mirror looking back at you. There's only you here. And that is where I am too. That is where me and my life is playing out.