kavaris

Theres another thing thats neither astral projection or lucid dreaming, which is just, imagining youve woken up, thereby dreaming that you are exiting the bed, leaving the room, et caetera, at which point that fake-awake state starts to vibrate / collapse, since its gonna increase in a feeling like it feels like its a dream, since the only difference between that and being awake is in the way you feel about it. Like, for all intents and purpose, we're all astral projecting/lucid dreaming now, and the only difference is that, since youve woken up last, youve told yourselves that its like a wakeful state, and the dream you came from was the dreaming state. Like the only thing separating states is the way you subsuquently feel about that state, in contrast to the last, and so memory exists temporarily between states, and had it been dream memory, the sequence of those conclusions on which state was a dream~and which was awake~would be different, granted its not that simple still, cause the dreams are also encountering their own habitual sequences each night based on that final sink of thoughts, before having flushed the toilet all the way down. Like the habitual sequence of random thoughts at night have the most impact — in the same way dreaming is impacting how you feel in the rest of waking day, but on a different level—one that is being disregarded like its part garbage dna or something, but its actually more fundamental in some sense, as it functions to contrast this very conclusive one. It always depends too on what you are trying to do, like to strive towards lucid dreaming or astral projection is like saying i want to be king of candyland, however it doesnt explain what candyland is, and who else is there and what it looks like, et caetera.

Everyones on the same page. Just drive forward. Words get in the way of adjoining to what is suppose to feel like "agreeing". As yous were.

Movement essential, the limbs of the spirit body, AND the angry mushroom In life we call things local, non-local, relative and absolute. Theres areas that exist in between, and one is called "movement essential", which is different from "i moved locally, from here to there", or "i moved relative to you, from here to there", rather its like, "my spirit body evolved, to shed away the limbs of the spirit body", which is considered an essential movement, like how a butterfly has evolved to become what it is, and so we think our memories function as a means for a human body, but they dont function quite like that, nor do they follow rules that can be contained, as you must also expect you will live and die in whatever hell youve reached mentally, and so, beyond what there is to imagine, and to ever imagine, theres also "base nature of the problems we are creating", cause its not as simple as saying we are all a frequency. We have to imagine how reality can work first, before we can say what it is, and that my friends is no simple and ordinary feet. That is more like, finding out the mushrooms werent there to be your friend typeve thing, like. Its more like, you gotta "ake up, and wake up fast", nono time to dillydallysilly

https://youtu.be/dPWYX1fliWs?si=NuTY1O1sOkPUMiij Im tryina turn yous onto some stuff like John Moriarty and Manchan Magan and people like this who're more bout the relationships between things, and not the simplest possible religious notions that you can try to hold onto at once — rather you are building your spirit up in a different way, so spirituality might not be the right term, though im just using it because the video uses it, and to me its indistinguishable from mysticism, and the soul and these things feel free to post here more of these sorts of things, it just has to be old irish/celtic/gaelic, germanic, or it has to be in reference to it, like how theres ancient chinese stories about the ninetailed fox (or whatever); but, it should be less Buddha or Confucius, more like folk or biblical-sized reads that are portraying a tale, or an earthy journey/tale

That is, id like to ask everyone to take a small moment to participate in this game, where we'll be adding in elements to a Reality. For instance, in the beginning, there was maybe a god (just you know, a baseline of Gods and myths people believe). Then we add elements, and give a very brief explanation why that is being added into Reality. We need to have people having sex, in order to have people (if you wanna go back before then to animals and then to humans, i dont mind going from that point). Next, we need to have like, a premise happening, otherwise its like, cave people vying for resources, and herding them, each as like lioness individuals. So lets say theres a hopeful premise happening in the background, like Terence Mckennas idea of people taking mushrooms, or whatever his whole shpeel is... Next there needs to be like, you know, heroes and villains in order to stabilize those who are vying for said resources still (because anything that can happen, will happen. thats a rule, so be conscious of what you are adding into this game!) Continue to add things, as we would like to create a more ideal world through this method, even if its just minor re... like retardations/changes to the whole premise. However, try to be somewhat realistic, that is, dont jump through to ages of technology like all crazy. Be realistic with what and where we are at, as each person continues the story -type've thing.

Theres psychosomatic factors, theres prior health reasons, theres environmental reasons, theres so many reasons that the karmic reasons almost arent important. The things in ur body now , like your historic karma since birth are important because those involve your deep roots, and the roots get tangled and/or they create faults in the tree, like conflicts with others, or lack of sun, or just like, say your an axe-felled green wood tree... you are then the property of some like lumberjack, and that itself is a dilemma, like are we even free in america, who knows, but it would be nice if we could live somewhere and build things such that everyone can play a part, otherwise we are like, working on things to no end, like without a clear direction or goal. Its hard to find a heading on a ship thats like, just sailing for the sake of, but i myself like sailing, doesnt matter where really. p.s. toxin free living would be a very small change in the grand scheme, as it plays into all the others, as they are all interrelated (or in other words, its all tangled, and the tangling itself doesnt end or begin at toxins)

Give a more specific example, as you might be on to something, but its difficult to see what we're working towards without knowing the down side of absolutes, like its more efficient to say "the problem was resolved", then "the problem had x amount of issues: a, b, c, d, and then we subsequently solved them...", like what i think you were trying to say, and correct me if im wrong... is that there are relative and absolute ways to communicate, and because we dont normally communicate in a way that highlights those (or rather, we dont raise awareness in communication), then we take for granted the power of that aspect—so it might be the method itself of communicating and unearthing those areas of absolute and relative that we want to magnify... or it could be the former and not the latter still.

ive done sleep deprav., but not fruit. though fruit has good stuff for like, the texture, like the acids are counteractions, but its in balance to those non-fruit things. Sleep deprav good for like, like you wanna trip, but you dont live in a society with people. Sleep itself is sortve, an anti-wake. like, its like a trip you couldve taken, but it doesnt really feel good wen you become a full time worldgenereator, like, sleep is like, the death your about to take, given enough fucked up things happen in the right order. i mean, just in general i try not to sleep, as a rule. i dont really care for fruit though. semen stuff, iuno wat thats about. Eat it or throw it out, doesnt matter.

Do the drugs that challenge you, like after youve tried psychedelics at a significant dose, your done with learning on that front. Drugs are there to challenge you, so after you should then continue on, really getting at whats like, "the heart of the brain", cause like, like how the body has a brain and organs, aorta/limbs and such, the brain has its own heart mechanism, and then limbs and veins/pathways that lead you to experience whatever it is, and you often hear bout like, how theres a large primitive part of the brain, like, that is part of it... you might call that the aorta, like the thing connecting away from the thing. Its also quite difficult to contend with at the primitive level, like psychedelics operate at the fantastical level (fantastically weird, or whatever descriptive lang., preferred), which is itself only complimented upon visiting the primitive, heart.

People dont just take anything, or experience anything and become like, reformed or watevs, they have to have gone through ups and downs and been shot at multiple times., they have to go through all sorts of trials and tribulations, and even then, there hasnt been an experience in there worth having, or thatll give you the necessary connection to figure out whats going on—regarding what we're tlkin bout in the grand scheme of things. You have to have made them connections in between. you could think of it like, how everyone is akin to a collection of voices that are fighting to speak—so if alls you ever did was manage things and live a normal life like most people do, a psychedelic exp., would be perceived as 'that time i did i randomly did a psychedelic'.. Like, the ability to psycho analyze wat happened, although present, isnt necessarily the strongest voice in his self-compendium, nor should it, as its not the pressing issue in his life. And hes obviously got a lot of like, anger or issues regarding these political relationships he thinks he needs to combat to maintain his identity, to uphold (possibly even deeper issues that go back to something else, WHO knows... who cares) and those things dont just surrender their voice out of the blue.... like that shit takes mad fuckn time, to've realized, for everyday people like this.

The order by which youd speak of either: observing/observed is critical, or else theres gaps in walking up and down the ladder and thus making it clear what you are trying to say, like for instance... from our perspectives, now, If all someone was talking about was "asking for the truth", therein would be no reason to keep refurbishing that sentiment, or untangling the same things over and over, for me, but perhaps others are committed to resolving it. BUT, if what your asking is to understand what the observer is (or what the thing doing the observing is) then thats more distinct, as im not quite sure what "observer observing" is, or means. Like to me "observer observing" doesnt mean anything, which is what im tryina rephrase what you are saying by first peeling back a long strand of possible positions/perspectives you could be speaking from... Singular -> God(s), a notion of (distinction between) -> the great expression -> things that we'd recognize as -> tryin' to find a, -> souls exp(thus far) and perhaps asking what the observer is, or what observing is... Observer observing could also be yourself asking about yourself... Are you asking bout the single-most point that alludes everyone, like "that which cant be known"? That is then why i say that these details come with clarification or background, as the order by which you are putting it forward would matter in this case, otherwise it could mean a couple athings

like maybe they are really good at speaking to pigeons, i dont care... iuno maybe they are like, idiot sevants at folding clothes or something. Maybe they collect hoodies (you cant find cool hoodies w/ the good material anymore btw, so id def like to find that person) *inb4: we now just name weird possibilities/activities of sevants

What about a place with idiot sevants, like ppl who are obsessively good at one, un thing, as im tryina find ppl like this, and if they also had taken psychedelics/ were into computers, painting, music or writing, that would be good too... Like i need like, an abscess/gall of sevants who also arent scared to really shine/stand out or be weird, like they are of age to not be scared to speak their mind right then and there, but also they are like, not tryina change the world through politics, like i need just straight artists

Yesterday my mom brought home some steak, which we dont typically eat things like steak, or beef, or burger, etc., as we have crohns, and its not easy for us to digest, suffice to say i ate some and i feel all crampy and bloated in the stomach. Besides like soup nd stuff, do yous have any recommendations/alternative ways to just, burn through this, like, to get that steak out, like im tryina get it out pronto basically. Like i got a bunch of vitamin C, and vinegar as im wonderin if acids like that can help in getting the acids up to burn this bitch out u know wat i mean?

Heres an un-alexa'd message for the day: goodness transcends the normal sentiment of qualities like good or bad/evil... as you might consider god or consciousness good, in the sense of, how it strived through the sentiment that it had to favor things for the sake of the universe, or the practical idea of just putting the pieces where they belonged via the notion that, well, thats wat everything is doing so long as its working fine, which is really isnt so much qualitative as it is just sortve happening, existing and whatknot. but anyway, the message of the day was just that, goodness transcends normal qualitative sentiments, and for yas all to continue ruminating, exploring that idea,nd going, past the point of no return.

Did we ever, even briefly, start out as nothing or everything, ever? Neither. Why neither? Why not. Its always been an abstract, surreal thing that we are placing down as the gameboard over a loose airy thing, though im not quite sure theres time between like, being the abstract, and creating memories, cause when you retrieve things from the mental buffer line—you are unfolding a gameboard, and pulling out experiences from the magic dust/magic hat at that point—like i think a good amount of years is about, piecing together many abstract scenes, that which are ordered in the wrong sequence since they are positioned in such a way as to be stacked underneath scenes of reality., like, theyd have to really have a lasting impression on you in them years of doing the piecing-of-pieces, such that when you go to shake the pieces off the gameboard, you dont take it as just floating, falling pieces—representative of the fault of reality, but instead a placation on the sentiment toward—leading to (the next step, the next step...) hopefully reaching reavaluation—As one would hope there would not be too much separation between those two confluences, or rivers of left/right that one is born out of—its like, you are the mother floating the swaddling child down the river. And then, much like pachinko, the child (also you) has gotta land RIGHT, dead center (or else waterfall) smack dab, hole in one; which is a reocurring theme, and may be the only theme, that whch never goes away.

The staggered road is akin to a non physical form, like the gaps between you and the next moment, or the scene in front of you, or the birth you dont remember past, or the death you feel is ahead, which is a reward, but its a negligible one, as you have to do all the work to experience those gaps, and its only if you forget way past the gap, when it would feel rewarding (unless the experience itself was the reward, like how some ppl prefer to level their character in WoW, as opposed to playing the lv.70) or if like many years pass, and in retrospect it was a reward, or your anticipating a reward. Like its ashame if the reward is 'all the work we did to get it', i feel, but tgats just me. p.s. Freud says 'the past leaks into the present', so thats something to consider to—Alas im not up on the freuds, and jungs and the other guyor two that are like psychological studying stuff.

Well its the belief that you didnt die, but that you are alive and very much well, which isnt on a basis of belief so much as its what you anticipate as being there, and what that anticipation is, continues as whatever else, which continues and continues, etc., until you feel youve broken your brain. isnt anyway else to describe it but to keep investigating further.

overarching modes i go on these field trips alot in dreams, and iuno like, why im there, or where we are/or what we are suppose to be doing, but its like, either A) continuing off of these desires that existed, as sortve the foundation of the field trip, like what we initially want/why we are there, or B) devising the rules within a larger thing, but not really hung up on the rule-making, since much of a dream tends to be a lost in the who and where of it , and sometimes its like, a trip to the benches. im remembering a dream where we sat on benches (as well as lawn chairs), possibly at like a pseudo-beach/desert, that may have been in France or some country that looked very French, and that dissolved into something else, but i mean, like theres not alot of the same contention in a dream that is there in the reality of devising a way forward. its like, rearranging a large puzzle, versus crossing the rubicon by jumping on puzzle boxes. like, anything thats a finite sequence of devising, is just absent in a land so broad and open to anything—as its just sortve like, wandering around in a way that didnt initially feel like it was gonna be wandering around, or something. Theres like , two sides: one has a dream world leaking out on one half, and the other has a box/container with a label on it/identity, pulling pieces towards it, neither of which really compliment each other on the surface, as far as telling a story might be concerned, but we sortve need that something, in order to be something, and we can look at all that and think about it, but its just like two different worlds that never seem to have a clear picture. And thats how i feel about other things, like this contention between two different, overarching modes ... i could go on, but that sounds like a complete thing for now.

I had this idea of like, generally speaking, everything you ask or express to someone else — as the asking of — or the asking of their own selves, is on the subject of a question that is always *almost the right question*. And as such, its never a barrier to get to the heart of a thing that is never going to get to the heart of, its just a question that is almost the right question, (or its *close-enough* if what you care about is being close at all). So iuno, its just this line of reasoning i came up with that you may use as a like, means to express a sortve edge of no return, you know just like... On further contending with the central part of what we can or could ever have expressed anyway -type've thing. - p.s. i dont wana leave it off there, but, for the sake of not immediately/drastically shifting topics, there u go

its hidden behind a veil

The thing being imagined, as the very first thing, crashes on top-upon—crunches those things underneath... And — skipping ahead two paragraphs — ill say this, that dreams are their own language, and it says something about like, iuno lots of things, as well as language invention and whatknot. it says somethin bout pure non-sense essence staggered reality v. an organized one we've imagined as possibly/maybe trying to imagine the former (when really you cant exist in it unless its like, totally bugged out—which may or may not even really existing so much as tumbling through a watershed of thoughts and feelings) as well as many things, who knows. iuno. point being, the thing you come out as at the other end is the thing you are (iuno if that is really like the tail end of a thing, or like a lettuce wrap rolled up really tight at the end) iuno the beginning is unraveling... lets just get that part out there... lets take the 50% and figure out the rest, which may be entirely meaningless (meaningless is a strong word, how bout its made of things, which then are reassigned meanings, how about that), but such is the lettuce wrap we find ourselves in...

The thing bout reality is that like, any rules or laws that are being generated, which is the default (theres never not-rules and not-laws) but the minute we walk into our own world—of what we think are the rules & laws, they are immediately broken, shattered, just like, theres never a time where things arent breaking into a million pieces, which we dont really hear or consider enough about in our daily-everyday lives, like there isnt a good way to even bring people down that road, let alone bring ourselves down it, and have the whole thing your explainin be breakin at your feets, multiple. Iuno. Somewhere out there theres like a super expert on all-things broken reality, and they are just like, antennae - just absorbing all of the craziness and can somehow navigate, and communicate it, and just be falling apart and living, and communicating—like our lord and savior, possibly a nature god who only talks to bears and elven folk, in some very remote area, probably most likely—he or shes prolly like 90,000 years old, anyway thats my guess. thats a good ripe age dont yous think?

Now and days with all of the auto-generated scripts and such, theres less and less quality in the way we tell stories, and more and more—almost eerie-levels of mechanically-made narrative. Like, now when you see a movie thats based on a book, its like a sign, or symbolic of having had, possibly, real people interacting w/ that script and storyline. And its like, thats different from what it felt like it meant before. Like, back when you heard that so-nd-so movie was based on a book it was like, "oh okay". Now its like, "oh wow, this might be a real movie", whatever real movie means. But you know what im tryina say its like a sign that there could be lots of thought put into it. And, iuno if any of yous are writers or artists, etc., but youve noticed, when something has had loads of thought poored into it (especially given a long time) you have so much time to make things right, to make them interesting, and to make them fit in the way you want and like, like the way you believe it should, given the context, time, date and environment. We are entering an age where like—the analog—or the thing thats been perfected to death is highly saught after, where as thee digitally reproduced and regurgitated stuff is what lives inside the mainstream and undulates on the surface, the center of all things popular and easy to produce (non fungible or whatever), alas, that is a fairly obvious place/situation for us to be in, and no matter how many times we try n start over or magine it diff—it would always lead to a vers., of this, just cause like, its so likely to happen. Like, if i counted 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.... the chances of the sequence not being 14 afterwards are pretty slim—such is where we receive the story weve been told, that we tell ourselves. And as such, so too and important are the stories we tell all

Like its hard beyond our own personal taste, to say wat even is a dual thing in our experience, like we just see many things, all which could be the candidate opposite