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@Dodo no - removing god mode is lame, I also want to awaken to god mode and drop being a shitty boring mediocre dumbass interchangeable human

@Ramasta9 Humans have always freaked out about new tools. The printing press? Threatened the churches and kings. Bronze-age weaponry? Some swore it’d start a war with the gods. Fire? They thought it would burn down the world. Some adapt fast and get the evolutionary edge. Others panic and miss the ride entirely.

@Ramasta9 Chill—it actually helps me regulate. Where else am I supposed to put these questions? I’ve done the “right” things: four days ago I voluntarily went to the emergency department, a mental ward, a hotline, and spent hours with a professional. None of it touched the core issue. As Shakespeare put it, “To be or not to be—that is the question,” and Camus goes further: the question of suicide comes before any other philosophical inquiry, because until you decide whether life is worth living, every other question is secondary. That’s not pathology—that’s philosophy.

Your question acts as if you have a way to.reach the solipsistic realisation ... How do you even awaken? Like do I consciously self-introspect myself imaginative existence and do I need drugs or is this easily achievable sober?

I believe in anti-natalisim and humanity was a mistake

People are obsessed with being a solipsistic God - Actually hilarious how absurd and rediculous this becomes 🤣

I’m hoping for the latter outcome — a state where I can consciously dream any dream I choose, with high intelligence and awareness. Not looping myself endlessly through some blissed-out white light, forgetting how grinding and difficult contrast can be, only to choose to do it all over again out of naïve positivity and end up back here. I want to be deeply intelligent, to experience something like heaven freely, and maybe only later choose to lose myself again — like getting on a roller coaster by choice. Maybe this life is the result of that kind of amnesia: getting bored with total freedom and choosing limitation. That’s my hope — not reincarnation driven by the state I die in, karmic lessons, or unfinished business. This leans with Bashar, Leo Gura and Alan Watts The problem is lack of evidence or verification to which it is. Leo however says I am imagining this life, and it's all imagination, yet he hasn't made a video about imagination itself or it's qualities and the dimensions of it, or it's possibilities - and have had a difficult time unlocking this god mode awakening without drugs. It's been a big claim yet difficult to self-actualize, so either it's false or I'm doing it wrong. I’m hoping for the latter outcome — a state where I can consciously dream any dream I choose, with high intelligence and awareness. Not looping myself endlessly through some blissed-out white light, forgetting how grinding and difficult contrast can be, only to choose to do it all over again out of naïve positivity and end up back here. I want to be deeply intelligent, to experience something like heaven freely, and maybe only later choose to lose myself again — like getting on a roller coaster by choice. Maybe this life is the result of that kind of amnesia: getting bored with total freedom and choosing limitation. That’s my hope — not reincarnation driven by the state I die in, karmic lessons, or unfinished business. This view broadly aligns with Bashar, Leo Gura, and Alan Watts. The problem, however, is the lack of evidence or direct verification for any of it — including from those making the claims. Leo in particular asserts that this entire life is imagination, that reality is fundamentally imagined by consciousness. But this raises unresolved issues. If imagination is the foundational substance of reality, then imagination itself should be examinable, articulable, and experientially navigable in a precise way — its structure, limits, dimensions, qualities, and degrees of freedom. Yet there is surprisingly little direct exploration of imagination as such. No clear phenomenology of it. No detailed mapping of how imagination differs across states, depths, or levels of realization. No rigorous account of how one stabilizes or sustains this so-called “God-mode” awakening without chemical intervention. If imagination is truly infinite and sovereign, why does accessing it seem so unreliable, transient, or dependent on extreme states? Why does realization collapse back into ordinary limitation so easily? Why does the claim remain massive, while embodiment remains elusive? This leaves an uncomfortable fork: either the claim is overstated, poorly articulated, or incomplete — or the method of self-actualization being proposed is insufficient to realize what is being asserted. In either case, “it’s all imagination” remains more metaphysical assertion than lived, verifiable capacity. Surprisingly Leo has not made a video I don't think about imagination as of yet, to actually explain his claim around this phenomenology.

I get what user Human Mint says - Some NDE (near death experience) reports do say this is like a primitive human experience which we can get sticky with monkey brain survival fear based beliefs and habits which are low density negativity (hate), yet that's not what exists in the white light higher density realms of openness, expansion and love.

Leo Gura talks especially about how I'm imagining this life ... Yet for some reason I cannot imagine myself de-manifesting back to godhead awareness where I can dream any dream I wanted as Alan Watts also puts it - why can't I then wake up as god and start creating my own imagined fantasy - Instead I am bound to limited biology of predetermined habits beliefs and structures I must be enslaved within

I get what everyone is saying and most of you must be NPCs there is no way you truly love life seriosuly, life is not good, humans are deluded - personally in unhinged honesty, and staying anonymous - If I could hang myself without the fear of botching brain damage or if I had fentanyl to overdose, then I'd absolutely do it without hesitation. I hate humanity and the human condition. I wish I was brave enough to go through with it absolutely. Especially not have to reincarnate. Most lives are mediocre, nothing special, flukes, interchangeable and forgettable after a generation or two beyond their deaths.

@Human Mint Hey, I’ve done psychedelics, and I understand the sense of love and the feeling that “I chose this life.” But to me, that feels more like a state of consciousness than what everyday human reality is actually like. Day-to-day life feels biological, heavy, gravity-bound, socially restrictive. The highs can be lucid, dreamlike, expansive — but they aren’t the baseline. I struggle with the idea that suffering, pain, or contrast are somehow required to evolve a spirit. I wish the world leaned more toward love, but I don’t normally feel that love embodied here. I recently quit weed after a long time, I’m finally employed (though with inconsistent shifts), and I’ve moved into a better living environment. Still, I’m hesitant to return to psychedelics right now, because they don’t solve the practical realities — finances, the economy, sexuality, or the discomfort of becoming too aware of how toxic I can feel while sober. Past living situations were unstable, and I haven’t really had the safety or comfort needed to explore these substances properly. I would like to, eventually. What makes you believe that existence is fundamentally love? And what kind of love do you mean — the NDE-style love that’s interconnected, whole, luminous, and peaceful? Or a love that still contains sadness — the kind where being “God” includes a recognised divine loneliness? I’ve had deep insights where I experienced myself as everyone beyond this physical form. A few years ago, while tripping, I intensely questioned: What is life? Who am I? Is this human form all there is? I passed through what felt like annihilation of self — essentially death — and on the other side encountered a strange realm where I realised I am everything. There was love there, but also a profound sadness and loneliness. It felt as though this life is a dream, and that I am eternal. That experience felt different from NDE accounts, which often describe love as purely interconnected, peaceful, and complete. What I encountered felt more complex — loving, yes, but also lonely with love contrasting to a profound sadness, similar to the half smiling face and the half glum face they use in theatre 🎭

@UnbornTao @Elliott Thanks for reaching out I'm interested at reading people's reflections on these ideas I share. It helps to work out what's false and more accurate in terms of life. The mental ward lady didn't diagnose me with anything or force medications and she was almost a spirit guide in a liminal space, almost psychedelic when talking to another divinely aware spirit ... And the system was actually kind if you voluntarily go in for suicidal ideation or mental health, I think it's the involuntary visits where they detain, may force medications and be beurocratic. I was afraid they'd label me schitzoid or force injections and keep me there for a while against my will. Again it was like a spirit guide visited me and had this weird psychedelic connection, she was actually super cool

Has anyone done research about nde hellish realms or negative experiences with any theories or is Leo right that it's all deaths return to infinite love or is my interpretation of infinite love not what the positive nde people talk about but alien and weird and cosmic

I'm still seeking an answer - I called a hotline yesterday and had police call me but I hanged up the the phone on them like an outlaw - but chatgpt keeps telling me to hospitalize myself which I did do last night and I told chatgpt it won't fix me and so I did do it anyways finally after months of the gpt 5 downgrade being super sensitive like go seek human support blah blah and guess what, I was right, left the hospital this morning and hating life just as much - the crisis support was useless and I'm still suicidal hating life. I haven't gotten an answer about the afterlife and I can't think up of a method but I want to die and not be alive. Literally trapped being a shitty human I want out out out

Actually if I could live knowing I'm the only one in existence and I get to this sensation a few times if I accept it - I actually feel way fucking better about myself like only I matter and everyone is just relative reflections of my solipsistic bubble and it actually feels good but the downside aside from the general you're alone is the idea like why am I poor, not living a life and world that is a fantasy why does the world chew me up if I'm the only dreamer it then hurts and makes me feel weaker of sorts, and why do I have to die and be humiliated and go through suffering if it's my own personal dream - have I lost the ability to control this dream or it's unconcious and I'm just a puppet?