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Ideally, that is what to be aiming towards, this vague sense of it all becoming one. and just as leo himself has pointed out (episode on power of not knowing—it is mentioned in..) and what coincides with, that by which we are still keeping out three eyes on: God, truth & Survival... Rght? i think thats what the three "aims" are. And then, we might even further stratify them, that is when our brain wonders from the center, which *paths* are the ideal path, and which (from your own experience) you feel, or know undoubtedly, is the wrong direction. That is, its hard to *point* towards something, if its almost like a transient, illusive, negative space. Only those who have the experience of going there have it defined, have it deeply rooted in their daily regimen. And so, there needs to be a way to get introduced to it, and to also continuing exploring it after the fact, such that its not like, associated with only negatives and negative spaces. Actually, it only works if its discovered through some sortve positive lens, with *good* alocasia leaves in the same spectrum of thought, layers of reasons that make it make sense. If it doesnt make sense yet, then it may be that one has to go back, and try internalizing things from some angle or point of view that isnt the one you're currently in or contemplating. p.s. in the beginning (i recall) having this feeling that like... i couldnt connect the two — meditating and actively participating in the physical world. And i can tell you that the line separating those in your mind becomes blurred, as well as like... erased completely, and theres just one, spiritual uh... thing, that you are living in thereafter.

i almost teleported myself into a wholly separate location and body, but in the instant i started to feel as though it was feeling to real, i realized i hadnt thought it out, and so you know, it wasnt clear of what any of the details would be, like where i would be, if i was butt naked, if i was even on the same planet/story... it made sense that , this would be a permanent decision, and i backed out of it before i could see are feel anything, suffice to say it was tryina converge & solidify into this scene, that i got the sense of being lost in a place, that may be like, stripping myself of belongings willingly, which seemed like a bad move. p.s. ive also had the opposite, where, what i thought was me "waking up in my room", turned out to be a real-feelinged dream, or atleast in the sense that it slowly started to devolve back into its dream form, where you lose contact with your bodies regular senses and sense of solidity. Thats when i had seen the white light, and again, i had to back out from investigating the light further, cause it seemed like a bad move. p.s.s. this others w/ slight alterations that ive recently experienced, that lead to the same outcome, of understanding, "these ideas are gonna be a bad move", but, "these ones over here are the ultimate goal to aim for" typeve thing.

isnt it weird/bizarre, like... as the story goes, we only exist because like, the rock were on is moving and spinning like, redic fast, and so the things on it are like forced to the ground (or whatever, you know... "gravity") like... movements that are like... forget about the precision factor, im talkin like, the whole premise is so strange.... "You will live, in a balance between gravity—and some like, neutral force where youd be free floating if not for it", like... iuno. its just so strange. if we were all fish life would make more sense, cause the highest level would be the surface, and anything in the water would be like, things that we are able to understand. and it would have nothing to do with forces, or anything. itd jus be like, poetry and swimming at redic speeds all the time, making love all the time, atleast thats what all of my underwater dreams have been

For as long as we're anticipating the world around us, in the normal, traditional, within reasonable measures kindve way, it'll eventually/always lead to us doing something wrong, whether it be in realizing that we worked on something that wasnt enough, or that we are stopping ourselves after a long time after the fact, way too far into the future; Where we've set about a path. And in this path, we've been convinced that the path takes 'x' amount of steps, or that kind of contemplation—but those are from a traditional standpoint. And we will allow ourselves to work for years before something either dawns on us, or literaly treats the situation as that *criticial section* that is being blocked because it naturally lead to a state where it had been programmed to be blocked. For that reason, its not enough for us to reivaluate our purpose based on the information or the assumptions that lead us to this point right now, to then presume that we make it align with whats foreseeably a better opportunity of some kind—thats a start, but its not going to work, because it follows the exact same cycle, and rules. And its likely a purpose that lives within a realm of laws and rules and insurmountable blocking mechanisms that will be self imposed in order to confront it in the first place. It will be like, imagining yourself in jail, for more time inside the jail cell itself, in order to spend less money out of jail. Theres too many things being anticipated in the same way, and until thats realized, we havent made any progress in areas that matter or help in any imaginable way, and that means our story is built on a subject-predicate relationship intended to hold us back for eternity. You almost have to ask yourself, how many years you want to be held back, cause all destinations will block the road in some formation or another. They are themselves like, different types of mazes, each one where the archway is in another corridor, another place that has to play that out in reasonable terms to acquire it. Whats the zelda game that randomly generates different items (iuno if it does it for the layout of the dungeon too) but thats what its like. As a child, its more about inheriting and witnessing this effort towards paving the way for you. But now as an adult its getting bleaker and bleaker every second, and either your someone who hasnt yet taken the time to understand the full extent, and how deep it goes, acknowledged it in all forms from all roads that suggest seperate forms interacting, or you have been actively contending with these qualities, seeking the truth for what it is, compartmentalizing the compartments and categories, into more categories for the sake of catering to it in a realm that can quantify something thats like, so far from telling a story that caters to us... For a story that caters to the world primarily, holds us back, assumes us as a secondary character, in a story where only one main protagonist should exist. The reader at this point would say, "Why has the protagonist taken a backseat to let the world unfold, why does it live in such contrast?..." For the world has become epitomized in some sense, the moment it requires doing this*to*get this*, it is another toll, another fate of death, another merry go around, another confession at the yggdrasil tree, how we wish we wouldve looked deeper at the root causing it, wishing we wouldve seen this little hair truth earlier.... Thats what we're dealing with. Thats why we will kneel at the same tree, forever, is my claim. if we dont think in a drastic way right now, we'll be forever regreting that only *one seed* made it into our lives, only the tree we grew, was the tree of spontaneity, that existed for us... Even though we grew two trees in the beginning, even though our entire life was splintered into finite form, we only ever looked at what was there (what there even was to look at..) this, "side thats mine", was mine..., and over there, "thats a tree that either existed already, or that was grown by someone else"... What happened to realizing our own family? Its a thin line between individual, family, forest and world—its just one *switch* to it becoming two trees again, if we are brave enough to revisit, remember the place they we first awoken in the forest, naked and trying to articulate ourselves. Trying to point at things and identify with them (or whatever it was we were doing... like being told we identified with them) That is to illustrate, how far we are from understanding the severity of whats about to unfold, and the regret we will have, seeing as we are carrying the weight of so many qualities, without knowing how to carry them to the center, thus they drift in separate directions, misplaced. We are to die in our regrets soon, if we havent yet decided to make a b line towards the center, or to let go of all qualities to begin with. Its never too early or too late, especially if you are humility, lost within humilities world of rememberances.

i think i should put this here, cause it kindve trails off into speaking about meditation, which implies consciousness and our spirit self. note, im not a sciency person, or expert on indian traditions, it just happens to coincide. Sometimes when you are deeply focused on a task, or something, you can feel a literal pressure, or heightened sensation near the lowest edge of the Frontal Lobe (Prefrontal Cortex) or, what feels like its in your **olfactory lobe** behind the nose—or slightly above the point between the eyes (though its not literally in this lobe since its associated with smell) It just happens to activate nerves nearby (though i never understood the ajna chakra, as for me it would be right above the point between the eyes—but close enough i suppose). but again, thats when your deeply entranced with a task—but not necessarily a task that requires complex thinking, cause thats like... your WHOLE brains on fire, including the ajna, between the eyes, etc, etc..) But when meditating, the temporal lobes are the gateway to the rest of the brain, particularly the Hippocampus. The Hippocampus is connected to the anterior nucleus of the thalamus, which is connected functionally and structurally w/ the hypothalamus (and epithalamus which houses the pineal gland). The thalamus is between the cerebral cortex and the midbrain. The epithalamus is located *behind* the thalamus. From the point of view of the very top of the brain—looking down, you have the Cerebral Cortex, then Limbic System (hippocampus, and then amygdala—which is a couple inches deeper then the temples...) then theres some nerve fibers, then the part we already mentioned w/ the thalamus and whatknot. Obviously the last thing would be the brainstem, going top to bottom (medulla oblongata is part of the brainstem). The Cerebellum is located behind the brainstem... And then, situated at the back of the brain is the Occipital Lobe, which is part of the Cerebral Cortex. And theres some minor details to all of this, but thats the basics (and all the names that i would recognize) When meditating, thats what you can feel. At some point "the brain" no longer exists, and your just as one—in one, being, one sensation, a feeling or an emotion.

yeah. its just words and im sure someone will come around and find a better way to describe it... which makes things still worth talking about, cause hey, what does anything mean, right? I mean, words and ideas change meaning all the time, and.. what was "hello ma'dam" at one time, become "hello stranger" , etc, etc.. theres always stuff to still talk about as long as theres a separate self thats still present.

your phrasing of it is off and wrong, atleast, im interpreting that as (there exist multiple realities, timelines that look like ours, but slight differences etc, etc..) and thats not what it is, its infinite possibilities, limited by your own conception of what is even possible. So really its just *imagination*, and anything after the fact is predicated on what imagination can conceive of. doesnt that make sense now?

First you have to define "dies" or ends, what even is that? Thats a pretty important question mark in there.

When we are first a conscious being.. it inherits people... like... We are the people watching us be conscious at first... or something... and thats like... thats very different to the being that we know, if that is the case... it does feel like, here "i am", and theres, "them now, over there"... iuno im jus throwing a wild stray hair idea out, to think about... i have alot more ideas surrounding this sortve idea but its like... im tryina understand that part.. where as, this part is something other people can participate in answering. p.s. i think i left out a word. its like, the 'quality' of.. like, the quality of inheriting, the quality of no doubts and no direction (you are being directed) and likewise, you can ask about the qualities from the other persons perspective, and they should be the same.

I just look at it as a point of no return, a paradox to language, and to reality. Wherein the paradox is the pantheon of all gods and conceptions of things that are like... creation myths, and other sorts of places and things we cannot name smoothly, without contradiction. that we cannot, try as we might, to communicate, but that are on the tip of our tongue... this drawing, this leonardo da vinci painting that hangs and transforms into a world of characters... its like, a dilemma that we stumble into. And we make all the mistakes to get here, and then its like... Dangit. Cause like.... its macrocosm, and a microcosm of things in our present awareness... a smaller reality that we (potentially, if yous are like me) pouring all your heart and soul into, as having made all the mistakes, its like... how many things must be conceived to make things right... that is, if we go in the direction of knowledge, interacting, participating in the knowledge experience, expending and expeling it — that in turn is reshaping/rewriting it such that it becomes the version that makes sense to you (a version now told in your unique language) In the same way, we can look at "beingness", the first order of our relative experience, and sortve, draw conclusions on what the absolute is, perhaps playing it by rules of elimination to get there (or however we might try...) If we consider our imagination and all of our wild dreams, we work on life and this microcosm of creative thought, as a masterpiece, as the pure expression of our experience. We direct our attention to this "one", smaller reality of the macrocosm, conceptualizing, bringing the spirits together, spirits in a fractal of other spirits speaking through us. And, its like a header towards a more holistic place, albeit in a whirlwind of thought and confusion at times, it all ends up coming back to this one answer were trying to understand. It starts in the imagination, but then (much like our being & development of identity) its realized to be this sortve smaller facet of a dream, one reality within another, predicated on the assurance that we have a self and some solid dream to spawn all others from. Thats a long winded tale to describe the multi directional landscape, with multiple decisions and directions to lead ourselves down. And some may not be the right way, but trusting the process helps. Trusting our gut/heart/body, and just, sticking it out, or doing what makes sense really, which could be anything... It could mean sacrificing yourself at the altar, like this epic greek drama where all the characters stab there heart through their chest somehow like, "curse you spirits of count dracula, i take my life for the spirits of the woods, Darla, who haunts me, who lives in a bubble dream. i meet you in death..". I find myself making a very simple hierarchy, and then those left or right directions dictate which way im gonna go creatively with decisions; or rather, they are subsets of the absolute—ruling all imagination absolutely. When you tap into that, which i only got to through writing so much that it became evident there needed to be sub categories of the absolute, else it was like... trying to catch a grain of sand floatin' through the air. As, all the "known" categories, dont really capture the sense of like, artistically having progressed and made it to something, since like... almost everything is like a guaranteed failure in the beginning, surely someone has to have gone crazy enough to be like, "hold on now... how are we tracking progress in this bitch...", so in that sense, the hierarchies are like, final stages towards the absolute. if that makes sense. it prolly doesnt. but i tried. - "im very confident in doubting everything". *paradox included, your welcome*

also, i misconceived the point, which was to bring the "paradox" back into the equation (fron the above explanation) but it gives you an opportunity to do so. p.s. maybe thats one perspective/query itself, like... "working paradox into the equation...", as a header instead of a footnote... as a conceptual anterior object to let everything else fall against when it all comes into question... this is more so just a stray hair, experiment/idea to throw out into the air and play with, nevertheless its an interesting thought, such as having a question as a means of building other things around, and what sortve cosmological relevance it has in the grand drama of things.

Its just that, reality is assimilated, crystal form by default, seeing as it has to harken back to something each time... even aswe dream, ourcrystal self is like... well obviously its a dream *because* there is a crystal form present—that we know is wat happen by default... default is maybe the wrong word... its wat happens when we are born into *nothing*... and so, we create a default... And i say this to establish why.. why its like, not flowing, becoming, living, breathing, loving, etc.. and ultimately why we are having difficulty getting beyonder the point, see... we have a (stuck in an old pattern) solidification problem. of course, its quite different from like a "routine" ... routines can be replaced.. this is like, we are (or atleast i am) new to the world of, "what do you want, is now", and "hurry up cause u are creating a bajillion trillion unbeknownst, unconsciously/subconscious.... (lets just use the word subconcious to refer to anything that isnt at the forefront of the conscious one... less terms, easier to communicate)

@James123 Thats an interesting question/continuation. im not sure how to get beyonder the question... perhaps it is like, the shadow land of what can be felt and communicated? unless you know what comes next... i just wonder what the mind convinced feels... like, okay, its sortve faced with this truth, that it not only anticipates but then that is like, seeping into the experience, in such ways that it collapses the senses, as often... like in a meditation, theres a wall between the senses, and getting them to this light source... as lots of baggage is being hulled and its like... totally confused as to what that baggage is like, "Sir, your bringing all 3 million things with you on the boat to atlantis, and we only accept 0.0001% of a decision/anticipation" ... okay, lol ive gone full nuts i see this now.

@James123 and the 'god' we might say is like this, prior creation, that is like the direction we didnt take, and anything we didnt take with us, is then behind us, kindve spooking us... like... if you were to mythologically turn around too quickly, its like, "whah, what was that...", then you continue on, and realize, "oh, i saw it from the *behind* direction that i never took -direction". therefore, the directions we arrive at, are at the posterior... as a highly refined split of the like... the wholly separated act of splitting it in the first place. And so its like, an interesting idea, this 'whole', this thing that potentially doesnt look or feel like anything, due to it being in such a spectrum of explanation that it satisfies both halves of the pear we're looking at...

@Razard86 i think the reason i saw a flash of its profundity, was because of what comes prior to thoughts, or decisions, etc. this notion that *i* or 'we' for the sake of argument, are assuming theres a "direction", like... We lookat the "most straightforward" way, as being that which we've arived at... except that, actually, in a multi directional landscape, creation can be happening from any direction. Creation can therefore, be happening *prior to*, some idea of what direction we have set foot on, as reality is like this "creation myth" at the fundamental level, this pantheon of divine beings that represents a larger notion...