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I've been thinking lately about how completely insane this world is when it comes to what we call "morality." A broke teenager gets shamed for having sex, smoking weed to cope, or needing help just to eat. But some ghoul who owns six luxury homes, pays minimum wage to workers, dodges taxes through loopholes, and lounges around while others grind for their survival—they’re celebrated. They're on the cover of Forbes. They're “inspiring.” They get books written about them. Society calls them successful. How the f*ck is that normal? Everything is upside down. If you're poor, society shames everything you do. If you're rich, society forgives everything you do. Need help from Centrelink or welfare? Shame. Struggling with addiction because reality sucks? Shame. Never had sex or love and you're almost 30? Shame. Can’t afford a dentist, can’t find peace, can’t wake up from this simulation? Shame. But if you exploit workers, hoard billions, corrupt markets, and get rich off the suffering of others? You're “ambitious.” You get invited to speak at conferences. You get to be admired. What god is this system worshipping? Not justice. Not truth. Not love. It’s power and profit—that’s the real religion. Even old-school religious shame (like sex before marriage) gets more airtime than the real spiritual obscenity: One person owning the wealth of 10,000 lifetimes. That should be taboo. That should be blasphemy. That should be shamed at the gates of heaven. But no—it's normalized. Institutionalized. Sanitized. It infects everything: school, religion, family, government. They preach “personal responsibility” to the poor… while the ultra-rich torch entire economies and walk away with bonuses. It’s rot baked into the architecture. And if you point this out, you’re either labeled a conspiracy theorist or dismissed as bitter. But I see it. And I know others do too. I don’t want to pretend this is fine. I don’t want to spiritual-bypass it away. This isn’t just an economic issue—it’s a soul issue. And I'm sick of pretending otherwise.

@Natasha Tori Maru You've not watched this episode? I've seen it like half a dozen times or maybe more

I have to make this clear - Leo literally teaches how you (or me more specifically since I know I do exist) but let me hypothesize that you reading this are the dreamer (while even Leo says I'm dreaming him and he is not real like all others) but essentially he literally teaches how you as the dreamer (me because I'm aware) is literally the only experiencer in existence and everyone else is pure imagination and do not have their own experiences. He literally says I am the only one in existence and other people are imagination. Crazy right

@Someone here that ain't love, I know how shitty hookup culture has been, I'd rather die than to humiliate myself by waiting my turn in line behind "men" like you to finally get my dick wet at 30 to a Bonnie blue

@Someone here I'm not fucking whores folks like you have already finger banged in their prime and I should be happy with sloppy 8ths

@theoneandnone I keep hearing the same line from spiritual teachers, gurus, channelers, even NDE reports: “Human life is the toughest school in the universe.” Out of infinite possible realities the Godhead could dream up — this one, this Earth, this short, shitty human lifespan — is supposedly the hardest one? And we’re supposed to be grateful for that? To see it as some divine gift? Really? Because I’ll be straight with you — this “school” hasn’t taught me love. Not really. It hasn’t exactly made me more compassionate, more open, or more whole. Instead, it’s taught me how to suffer. How to endure endless pain. How to live with rejection, abandonment, and isolation. How to hate myself. How to become cruel. People say, “Oh, but that’s the curriculum! You learn through suffering.” No. If the point of school is to teach love, then this is a failed curriculum. What I’ve learned isn’t love — it’s bitterness, brokenness, and how fragile life can feel when you’re treated like you don’t matter. And don’t come at me with “be grateful, life is a blessing.” This life doesn’t feel like a blessing. Most days it feels like dragging myself through dogshit, smearing it on the wall, pretending it’s art. A cosmic joke where you’re supposed to smile while your guts are burning. So my question is: if this really is the toughest school in all existence, where the fuck is the payoff? Where’s the transformation into love, wholeness, anything beyond endless trial by fire? Because from where I stand, this “toughest school” is just turning people into harder shells, not radiant beings.

I’ve been thinking about how society regulates dangerous substances but ignores the biggest one of all: reproduction. Anyone, regardless of mental health, stability, or resources, can create a new human being. There are laws around who can drink alcohol, buy cigarettes, or take certain medications. But sex and childbirth — acts that literally create an entire lifetime of suffering, responsibility, and risk — are treated as unregulated, private “rights.” This creates a contradiction. On one hand, governments say they’re here to protect people from harm (seatbelt laws, drug laws, workplace safety). On the other hand, they allow unlimited reproduction, even when the outcome is poverty, neglect, or more children born into cycles of trauma. From an antinatalist perspective, bringing new people into existence is never a necessity. Nobody is harmed by not being created. But once a person is born, they inevitably experience harm. That’s why thinkers like David Benatar argue it’s “better never to have been.” So if governments are serious about preventing suffering, why not treat reproduction the same way we treat addictive or dangerous substances? Require licensing, screening, or even discourage it altogether — and at the same time, give people the freedom to opt out through legalized assisted dying. Otherwise, we’re stuck in a system where anyone can force life into being, but no one is allowed to freely exit it.

@Someone here why is there not a wake up switch except to have to die, and if that's the case then I should have painless options that are humane than to drag on through this shit people prop up called 🙌 life

@Someone here Unconditional love white light bliss is better than being a shitty limited rot of a human fuck humanity I hate being on Earth when I could instead be god mode and create whole new worlds, universes and realities to explore

Camus said the first philosophical question is whether or not to commit suicide. I’ve been thinking about this deeply. From my own perspective I experience life as profoundly painful and alienating — I often feel hatred toward the human condition and wish I’d never been born. Philosophically and ethically, should someone who feels this way but isn’t terminally ill have the right to opt out through legal assisted dying? Should antinatalism be taken more seriously as a policy position? I’m interested in hearing thoughtful perspectives on this rather than platitudes.

And then we can develop superpowers and be superheroes

@yetineti why do you ask I mean why does anyone do anything, is there even free will - that's what I'm doing questioning

@aurum too bad I'm a misogynist and proud of it - I'd die for my beliefs like a honey badger fights larger and more dangerous beasts. Dreaming of misogyny is actually wonderland same with racism like if I admit I'm a racist life brightens and lightens ... Jokes ... Jokes ... Dark humour ...

@aurum in my shrolinger's cat of a woman's past they're all whores and if they say virgin I naturally dream they're lying

@aurum so why can't he suddenly practise imaging his girlfriend being a virgin again so that's how it then is ... Are you saying that is possible, I doubt it, even if it were and she suddenly changed her mind like oh I'm a virgin I mean is she then telling the truth or lying, and you call her out as a liar then dreaming her to be hiding something and then suddenly she admits she isn't a virgin incall bs man

Yeah dude I'm the third wheel all my life bro never even had a girlfriend because I know she is lying about the body count - she reduces the number, it's probably more than just one ex. I don't trust women, I'll die a virgin single

Man I love this so raw and honest, damn dude I'm with you bro but keep in mind you don't exist but you're reflecting my confusion also

I love this

I'm waiting for more Leo content I've watched god realisation, infinities, reality explained, solipsism so many times like chewing all the flavour out of the gum, almost memorized his content word for word

Are we sure consciousness isn't like more beyond what we think of as consciousness but our human label is limited, like different forms, dimensions and species of consciousness, do you get what I'm saying? Even with awareness what if there are infinite different physics or universes or different realms aside from awareness ...

Did you know in the 1940s 10s of thousands of women were labotamized simply because they felt sad in their marriage and the man thought she wasn't normal as in happy and socially acceptable and so he'd team up with a dr to then lock her up and force a stick in her brain and swoosh that matter into a soup and the kids would have to get used their new mum like how absolutely fucked is that ... I wouldn't be surprised in my last life I was a labotamized woman and I carry this trauma i to this life to resolve

Okay look - about being in a bedroom and there is nothing supposedly rendered like a video game outside the enclosed bedroom ... But surely my deep belief that there are other rooms is just as real even if those rooms supposedly are collapsed quantum but so long as I believe of an outside world it does exist ... I sort of doubt if outside that bedroom of the only observer dreamer is even completely non existent because to an extent you know you aren't going to exit the bedroom and drop into a volcano your imagination would be more confident to render surely similar environments until it changes over time to something more different

@Someone hereSolipsism isn't madness if for some people they find integration I mean paying taxes is madness bro, to have to die is madness bro, to have to survive daily is madness bro, have you ever been behind on rent madness bro

It gives me the impression that say if solipsism is the truth, and say you are all my dream, then I'd be the only one here if solipsism is true, (I am independently typing this, but from your view this could just be put off as dream material pretending to be conscious) anyways from my pov if this philosophy were true well for some reason I'm a wounded dreamer in survival mortality vulnerability seeking ... And I wonder to what extent of the dream scaffolding is dream material - I could name some pinacle ideas I have going as the lonely dreamer, one is god ... So Leo would be my dream character and so when dream characters speak of god or love to what extent is that just dream too and not even beyond the dream like there would be no waking to white light like nde reports are just dream equal in substance to Leo being a dream character

I can understand oneness but see it is the fact of duality to be human and this supposed other of which who can love you or fight you or gift you or kill you as an undeniable contradiction to the idea of a lonely dreamer. Like if I was solipsist then my personal life would surely have been most optimal for myself like a conscious mind imagination environment blissing and blessing and enlightening me with my being maybe even a physical experience of a personalized heaven paradise dream but instead it seems other people are chaotic out in the scaffolding of my linear finite perception or how an animal could desire me dead or natural events or just social manifestations as taxes or mental wards or prisons or survival needs, I mean things go on that seems wild sometimes or opposing or challenging or lacking spiritual reward and existential resonance - Correct or challenge me on anything I'm blind sighted against