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Frank is full of wisdom and I greatly both enjoy and appreciate his perspectives. It has always resonated with me very deeply. Thanks for the interview going to give it a listen while I do some things.

Agreed. The way some prisoners are treated is just inhumane regardless of their crimes. Having such conditions will only harbor hatred in someone heart instead of trying to work with each individually in attempt to rehabilitate them from their core. Not everyone can be fixed, but just because not everyone will be fixed doesn't mean that no one deserves a fair chance at therapy then. Universal love is important here. Polarizing love is not love, it is a comforting lie we tell to ourselves using the negative actions of a few for our ego to justify the polarization itself. We all have equal value in the grand scheme of things and whatever they have done in life is equally as important as the greatest saint to live. God makes no mistakes.

Awesome can't wait!

It has little to do with that and a lot to do with the fact Leo himself created the thread. Plus, in the spiritual community it always seems like people use empathy as woke peen size comparison.

I'll be honest and say I don't really understand what all of this means in comparison.

I'm sorry to hear that. I suppose getting used to it is all one can do, for the most part.

Prior to getting my shots I didn't do psychedelics for around 10 months. When I did do them it was every few months give or take for around 5 years. Greatly lessoning the usage towards the end of those years. Had repeated bad experiences, hence the reason I didn't do them again for almost a year. I have considered this to be a possibility that just had long term set effects to kick in and I still don't rule it out. I've done LSD once since the shot/tinnitus with no change in the tinnitus and thankfully no bad trip. If I was to give my opinion on the tinnitus itself. I believe it was something I've most likely had for years and all of a sudden became hyper aware of it and can no longer turn that awareness off easily.

Thank you, much appreciated.

I have talked to them and there is nothing they can do. I was prescribed anxiety meds, but I never took them. Didn't want to go down that road. It's gotten slightly better and like I mentioned I've gotten more use to it. Seems to get worse the more tired I am or when I first wake up. But, thankfully no more anxiety from it. I'm not an anxious person in general. Again, I can't say if this was the cause or not so I don't want to make any bold statements about it. Oh, other than that I had no side effects. I wasn't even tired after either shot or at least nothing noticeable.

Pfizer and I developed moderate tinnitus after my first shot. Can't say if there is a correlation, but it has never gone away. It greatly effected my mental health a few weeks into having it, but I've mostly adapted to it now. I've had my second shot as well and this was many months ago possibly in the start of June. I can't fully remember.

I think it's very very simple of an explanation. Spirituality is the big thing right now that many attempt to hook others with it specially on YouTube. A big attraction to spirituality is it's marketed towards holding "truth" or freedom from suffering. I wouldn't say incels or red pillers are specifically attracted to this, but rather because the pool of people being attracted to spirituality in modern day is so large it brings in incels and red pillers as well. People with ideas such as this are so against the grain to most of us they easily stand out causing the numbers to how many their actually are to be inflated. I believe much of it's wrapped up in spiritual bypassing as well. Spirituality itself is a very good guise to wear in order to mask one's own insecurities or/and hate.

Agreed, unfortunately in todays age of the internet it's very easy for people with ideas such as this to gather on sub-reddits, forums, and youtube channels creating an echo chamber of these sad beliefs only further cementing those that are agreeance to it further down the dark abyss.

The extremally biased and ignorant generalizations of both sexes are pretty silly. So many in here boil everything down to women only want a successful/rich/attractive man and if they see him he could easily sleep with her. Also, men only wants a women with a nice figure and if he sees someone like this he will want to sleep with her no mater what. Both sexes are guilty of holding warped views of the opposite sex, but men here generally tend to hold warped views about both sexes. Women can clearly state their own intentions and preferences but someone almost always tells them they are wrong for stating their truth in an almost hostile way. It's a foolish thing to believe you, a stranger on the internet, knows someone better than they know themselves. Though, I don't discredit the idea some people do delude themselves from time to time. If a women here does talk about her past sexual history it's usually met with a strawman argument and is then in turned used against her in some righteous twisted manner. Men are not allowed to say they want a deeper more fulfilling relationship or seeing a woman's tits doesn't just automatically turn them on to the point they have to try to have sex with that women without being told they are "above tits" and lying. Men are not allowed to talk about being kind to women without being called a child or a pussy. Which baffles me because kindness should be a universal thing we all give to each other. I suppose I shouldn't have any expectations, but considering Leo talks about some pretty high level personal development work. I'm surprised this many people who think like this are attracted to this side of the forum. What's ironic though is members such as @Emeraldhas the compassion to take much of her time in the day to help some of these misguided people(mostly males) to help explain the female side of things, but the majority of the times it's combated with hatred or very ignorant opinions. Challenging a viewpoint is one thing, but flat out attacking someone for their view is just silly. Calling women derogatory names as well is not cool. I feel like a good portion of these people never actually had a genuine friendship or relationship with a women before. At least never had this before without the intent to sleep with them or something completely selfish that is driving their motives for the friendship in the first place.

It's not like that at all....I would even say embracing your feminine aspects increases one's ability to communicate, specially to women. A "nice guy" doesn't imply they are overly feminine either. Even so, there is nothing wrong with being nice to others.

Thanks, I'll check them out.

What methods did you use for this training if you don't mind me asking?

No (with a capital N), but yes (with a lowercase y) if you imagine it.

I only wish the best for my exes. For sometime, when I was much younger, I hated my first partner because she sexually abused me. But, as I grew I realized how her actions were not that of someone that is evil. But, rather someone that was misled or acting in their own best intentions. I also accepted radical full responsibility to everything that happened to me and any negativity within the relationship myself. I allowed myself to be "abused". I could have, and did, have the awareness to understand what was happening and should have exited out of the situation sooner. Also, my own ignorance and lack of integrity in those moments is not something I should shame myself for, but rather use those lessons to better my present. I learned that if I disliked someone past or present it was my own personal issue and thoughts like that will only taint my soul, thus in turn potently having that unhealed trauma inside of me hurt others I love. It is very important we take our power back and that power will never be taken back if we point fingers at those we believe are against us or have hurt us. No matter what has happened, we are personally responsible for it or our lack of awareness was the issue. So, with that being said there are no ill feelings towards anything or anyone that happened in those times nor do I hold any negativity against my own actions. I only wish the best for everyone. For everyone, even the worst, deserves the best.

Has anyone ever read the poem at the end of Minecraft that scrolls right before the credits? I always thought it had some great insights within it and was quite deep to be within a "children's" game. Referencing how we are all one and God experiencing itself, without using the world God of course. Whenever it says "Player Name" it will use whatever your Minecraft name is just for reference. It's a decently long read, but I personally believe it's worth it. I put it in full below: "I see the player you mean. [Player Name]? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled]. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. [Player Name]. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, [Player Name]. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up." Credits to Julian Gough who wrote the poem. SOURCE

True on all your points. I'm sure it's a tricky situation being offered that much money. Even if he didn't sell out he would have been sitting pretty the rest of his life though. You are right, he didn't help himself whatsoever there. Due to this comments MS/Mojang has completely disowned him from Minecraft and removed any acknowledgement that he was it's creator on their properties outside of his first name in the poem I posted.

Notch ruined his life by selling Minecraft to MS. He gained such a ridiculous amount of money in an instant that he was able to do anything he wanted. So he did do just that, everything he could. He became bored of life and continued to chase experiences but to no avail. Everyone that wanted to be his friend took advantage of him due to his money. So he became very sad and lonely in life. When he tried to tell others about his depression, people mocked him and thought he had no right to complain since he was filthy rich. He could no longer work on his creation either and most of the team at Mojang dislikes him for selling out. A man suffers a great deal of misery, but without this misery there would be significate less joy that others could experience with the game. Though, I suppose one could say his lack of mental fortitude is what caused his grand depression and not the money itself.

Thank you, it comes from the heart. ?

Ah, twin flames. I use to be very passionate about this topic. Though, it did lead to one of the most divine sober experiences I've ever had in life. It is hard to ever forget it. The greatest love story that never can be. The most divine tragedy that there ever was. A gate to heaven that can never be entered. That which burns with the light of a thousands suns only to cast the greatest dark night of the soul. That which is the most Godly within the idea of separation or the grandest delusion we could ever put on ourselves. At this, this is what I saw it as before hard to say what it actually is. Whatever it was, it was what helped me become whole. The pursuit of the twin flame helped me find God. But, in order to be whole I could not have the other half. But, this is just one story about the idea of twin flames. Take it as that, a story that my mind created to explain what I perceived as a phenomena. Now I'm happily in a relationship with someone else that I love dearly and I no longer look back at what happened, unless twin flames are mentioned of course lol. Space Doggo is the best Doggo.

You doing alright, Leo? With your gut issue and all?

Dark Souls is great and I'm excited for Elden Ring. Anyway appreciate your answers, take care.