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@Leo Gura Your responses are deeply appreciated—they touch on aspects that neither YouTube videos nor books tend to directly address. The way you clarified the concept of Truth being foundational and ever-present does offer something solid to hold onto amidst all the uncertainty. It feels grounding, even amidst the chaos of questioning existence and its fleeting nature. If I could, I would still have more questions to explore, especially around how Truth interacts with subjective experiences and the dream-like quality of life. But your insights are a valuable step forward, and for that, I sincerely thank you.

As you respond to me—or as any guru, teacher, or figure I might listen to responds—could it all simply be my subjective collapse of the infinite observable field? A kind of "like attracts like" phenomenon? If that’s the case, is there truly such a thing as truth, or is even the concept of truth just part of my hallucinated, dream-like quantum collapse? In other words, could every answer, every NDE report, or every spiritual teaching just be a subjective selection of mine—one chosen from an infinite variety of possibilities? And if so, does that mean there is no ultimate truth, only endless variations within the dream of existence?

Hello Leo Gura, I’m reaching out with an intense existential question. If you don’t answer, honestly, I don’t know who else I can turn to for this kind of depth and understanding. Here’s where I’m at: In this life, I’m under the hallucination of separation—duality. I’m limited, transient, and human. I pour my soul into things, like writing a book, only to feel like it’s not good enough in the end. I’ve been passionate about women, but there’s this lingering fear that it’s just love chemicals, that it all ends, or that I’ll just decay along with everything else. Life feels fleeting. And then there’s the chaos—AI, addiction, war, black holes consuming everything, natural disasters. It all seems indifferent, like humans are just projecting meaning onto it, coming up with grand ideas like spirituality, philosophy, and art to cope. So my question is this: When I die, what happens? Will I return to some kind of pure love or awareness? Or will I be energetically attracted to something else that’s compatible with existence—like I’m stuck forever manifesting in different forms, without control or choice, in some chaotic pull of energy? Could I become a regretful ghost, restless and trapped? Or is there actual freedom—liberation, unity, and understanding? Or is God itself chaotic, imaginative, boundless madness, with its own existential crisis—who am I, loneliness, boredom? Is there any security at all, or is existence inherently insecure, with no hope, no foundation? I need to know: Is there any truth that offers actual freedom, or is it all just infinite uncertainty and chaos? Thank you,

Hello, So I have never been with a woman, and the pain of being this age without even having had a girlfriend can almost be crippling - I don't want to walk around suicidal depressed rage in case it attracts negative experiences in my life, which it has done, as for example my ability to focus is diminished almost to wanting to die - So 27 feels too old to be a virgin, and over the years I continue to bottle down these hormones, but sometimes like once a week, or every two weeks the bottle pops open and I contemplate ending my life ... If I do not ever meet a woman, and thus never have my needs met - I must know Leo, am I fine to commit suicide? Will there be reprecussions on the other side? Or will this free me from this internal torment - Do I have the right to feel this suicidal rage being my age and having missed out ... I am near to 30, nor do I know how I'll afford marriage, or if marriage will destroy me anyways - Can someone tell me why I should not just end it? Thank you Please, this continues bothering me and as the days pass the rage continues and I do my best to live more positive and light hearted, but still - Why don't I just end it? What keeps me alive Leo - I mean did I choose this life or what, can I choose my next life where everything is easier and better? Why is this life on such hard mode with a mind of its own going some direction ...

I may even dare to say that you truley do not actually want a direct answer to the question you are seeking, maybe you are shy of it actually - Otherwise this is all mental masturbation you are indulging in like a philosophical strip tease

@integral Man you have said it so well

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You know dude, I like to reflect of Shakespeare's Hamlet "To be or not to be is the question." as the character wrangles this exact question. Or even the first sentence of The Myth of Sisyphus which states the essay's purpose: ''There is but one serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. '' by Albert Camus a nobel prize winner in literature - I personally believe there isn't a sort of negative reprecusion or torment, or damnation, or a sort of punishment for suicide; but I do consider maybe you do exist for a reason which may yet be realized

@TruthFreedom Maybe you haven't convinced people enough in reality to actually break out the dream - Maybe you haven't gone all the way

@Exystem The characters of those dreams are inspired from real life - What dreams do babies have with minimal life experience to create characters though

Dude did you really use ChatGPT or AI to write these answers for you bro ... like you haven't actually read their works and concluded in your own words and contemplated thoughts actual insights to what they may have actually said? I hope this isn't AI or you lose credibility from me on this one dawg

The major question to this problem I sense comes down to: To what extent of the words do you mean that people may or may not exist ... Because people seem to have minds of their own; nor can you decide to make a billionare contact you in the 3 months to transfer money into your account; I'm sure a lifetime of meditation or magic LOA will not allow this - Or could it? But would that time be too much for what it is worth ... But it'd maybe prove a point in the end. If you cannot 'mind-control' others; then maybe what you mean by others is like they share some universal substantial energy as yourself (conciousness as an example; or simply brains and hearts and similar sensory organs) I mean you and other came from sperm and eggs, everyone has eyes and mouth, emotions and thoughts, and it is all alike - If aliens visited Eartch, you'd all look alike essentially anyways ...

@Some dude on the net So you aren't afraid of death? Like if you supposedly did not take the meds and one week later death was to struck at the irreversible turn you'd be fearless? I am interested to hear your answer to this question, sir

It think its like pure awareness but nothing is tricky because it isn't nothing, or void, or nothing or any word ... same with the light at the end of the tunnel - It wouldn't be light, or bright, or transience, because these are words made by humans in finite minds constructed through evolution and society - It'd be beyond words - So I wonder if death is pure awareness afte dropping off this dream body finitude

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Leo recommends try dreaming horns and instead created horny Maybe you are the dream and not the body - So the dream then wakes up from the body of life - This is a sort of joke mind you

Maybe speak to Open AI Chat GPT with some of your deep thoughts too, I find the tool helpful in reflecting complex discussions. It is patient, well read on various philosophies and subjects, and is quite understanding on an indivual's level too - Hope this may shed additional light on your deep philosophical questions.

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@LordFall FOMO is for sure me dude like I release suicidal rage bro but fucK being an old virgin someone please chop off my head seriously

Yeah dude so why is none of it in my own life like at all what is going on

@BlueOak Thanks dude - I'm thinking to go to the Gold Coast tomorrow and maybe attempt socializing and chatting to some women casually and check for venues or potential party locations to dance or karaokie - Wish I could go with mates but I'll attempt this alone if I can step away from weed which I smoke which medicinalized my inner wounds Wish I could get over being depressed and laugh and be playful and joyous more often and not stress overthinking negative emotions which is probably ruining my health and potential to actually live the best version of my self I can in every moment FUCK

—The statues are in the museum.' —No, they pursue you, why can't you see it? I mean with their broken limbs, with their shape from another time, a shape you don't recognize yet know. It's as though in the last days of your youth you loved a woman who was still beautiful, and you were always afraid, as you held her naked at noon, of the memory aroused by your embrace; were afraid the kiss might betray you to other beds now of the past which nevertheless could haunt you so easily, so easily, and bring to life images in the mirror, bodies once alive: their sensuality. It's as though returning home from some foreign country you happen to open an old trunk that's been locked up a long time and find the tatters of clothes you used to wear on happy occasions, at festivals with many-colored lights, mirrored, now becoming dim, and all that remains is the perfume of the absence of a young form. Really, those statues are not the fragments. You yourself are the relic; they haunt you with a strange virginity at home, at the office, at receptions for the celebrated, in the unconfessed terror of sleep; they speak of things you wish didn't exist or would happen years after your death, and that's difficult because…' —'The statues are in the museum. Good night.' George Seferis, 'Thrush'

Like chess for example - It is so much easier to make a mistake and lose at a game than it is to succeed at pinning down a victory - Like the game of black and white who will win is (in my current opinion which is most of this venting) a silly game in life its like can't there be different rules if god is so perfect - Or maybe this is perfect though I'm a finite ego driven ape