Adam M

keep doing vipassana Keep fapping Observe the cause and effect Eventually it will stop by itself

@Leo Gura I'm working on it lol... trying to build strong mindfulness so I can clear and consistently observe impermanence, unsatisfactoriness, and nonself

Hey guys just wanted to send everyone on this forum good merit and blessings from Wat Chom Tong in Thailand! Just finished my first 10 day retreat here and I'm looking forward to the rest of my 3 month stay! Want to give special thanks to @Leo Gura for his wisdom and guidance and @AdamDiC who is here meditating with me. Without you guys I wouldn't have had this amazing opportunity to my investigation of the present moment. Wish me good luck! I wish all of you good luck and may you be sucessful in all your endeavors!

@molosku highly recommend Wat Chom Tong...great food, great people, great practice that is very difficult but also very rewarding. It is a Buddhist monastery so be prepared to prostrate to the buddha every time you enter a room lol but other than that I'm having a good time

I had a 30 minute conversation with a man in the park whose energy was so strong I couldn't help but feeling that he was staring through me. He said he has done lots of Kriya Yoga and Vipassana. I can't get the image of his youthful face and piercing eyes out of my mind. With only a few words he was able to untangle many of the mental stories about "myself" that I wove in front of him. He mentioned that he was 32 but he looked 22 and he also said that most of his friends were 60 year olds. I resonated with him very deeply and eventually he told me that he had to leave but that he would see me again in the future. I couldn't help but believe him. Afterwards I felt humbled and motivated to continue along my path. Such a powerful experience it is to meet a spiritually developed person in the flesh.

You are very wise. Everything will turn out well for you, I have no doubt. @AdamDiC

While trying to convince my stubborn father that psychedelics are powerful tools, I stumbled across a useful analogy for using psychedelics. Using psychedelics is like driving a car. They can be dangerous if used wrong. But the rewards outweigh the risks. People that don't know how to drive cars are going to get into accidents and have bad trips. However, I wouldn't illegalize cars because people get into accidents. The efficiency of cars is too great to justify a national ban on the use of cars. This analogy can be useful for explaining to a stage Orange person the potential value of psychedlics while also acknowledging that they are risky.

WARNING: THIS IS DOCUMENTARY IS VERY UNNERVING AND MUST BE WATCHED WITH AN OPEN MIND Watch "The Nightmare" on Netflix. A very unnerving and fascinating account of some crazy spiritual experiences that people had during sleep paralysis including being attacked by demons and astral projection. Definitely expanded my idea of the spiritual realm.

I'm 18 years old and I'm definitely stage green. Although I am very pacifist, a vegan, and have long hippie hair, it takes a real masculine man to be able to fully embrace his feminine side. I feel more free to express how I feel in the moment which is something that most men resist.

this is a very significant video

@How to be wise Can you prove that the past existed? If so, the proof always exists in the present. This means that the past is always a concept, and can never be a tangible thing.

ive been vegan for 6 months because I dont have access to "healthy" meat and eggs (pasture raised).... I don't eat wheat or refined sugar either I don't really identify as a vegan, but instead I identify as someone who wants to eat healthy food. I feel that my food digests faster and I feel lighter.

Have you been meditating good sir? Why don't you look and see if the map is the territory? It's very effective to study the map closely and SEE if it is or is not the territory. You don't have to believe Leo but what is the best way to disprove him? By exploring more maps or by exploring the territory? Meditation points you towards the territory, logical reasoning is the map.

Very close to relapse two days ago...and yesterday But I realised that when you play video games or do shit that is not in line with your life purpose...you have a much higher chance of jacking off Stay away from excessive stimulation such as video games...because it puts you in the zone of low conciousness...in this zone, you value pleasure and security over delayed gratification and presence. I'm still going strong on 50+ days keep it up guys...don't count your days and work out A LOT been going to the gym 6 times a week to use my excess energy

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1) Do not orally say the labels...they are mental labels ... label exactly what you experience as accurately and as consistently as you can. Pay special attention to the fact that all perceptions come and go, do not satisfy you, and are not controlled by or happening to "you". 2) Vipassana is great for falling asleep (and for every part of the day). The goal is to label as consistently and as accurately as you can during your ordinary life and in meditation. 3) You can fix your posture but remember to label "pain pain pain, intending to fix posture, fixing fixing fixing, relief relief relief" Find a vipassana teacher near you and talk to them about your practice, vipassana may be a difficult practice without the guidance form a teacher at the beginning Go on a retreat I'm not a teacher, I just have been doing it for over a year now

David Deida speaks about how Life Purpose is like an onion. There are outer layers and every time you complete one life purpose, you peel off that layer and a new, deeper purpose is revealed. I think you should continue your work to become a doctor. But you should also do some work raising your consciousness either through daily meditation or contemplation. This is essential so that you always continue to remind yourself what is truly important. Daily meditation and mindfulness will reveal to you what you need to do in your life. If you work on improving your mindfulness every day (even if only for 30 minutes), you will naturally be drawn towards what is most important. The present moment has all the answers you need. Therefore, I say stay in school, work hard, but don't forget about meditation. Read The Way of the Superior Man by David Deida

I'm vegan too...before I was vegan I ate lots of sardines...I found them to be very easy to digest and they are very high in omega 3, calcium, and selenium... The reason that I do not eat them now is because I do not support the fishing companies that catch them...however, maybe one day I will continue to eat sardines. Buy canned ones...preferablly canned in water, and you can add them to a salad or eat them straight out of the can (my fav)

chill out dude it was a year ago...just make a silent wish that you can renew your karma the next time you sit down to meditate..you don't have to "do" anything to make it up

Try finding an online meeting group in your area of people that are into spirituality like you are and there is a chance that you will meet some people that you can share your development with! I'm likely to do this very soon

Quit social media 2 years ago because I dont like seeing fake shit on my feed. Can social media be an effective tool for building a brand?

thank you for sharing this you are a fucking champion

@Slade they're adding bacon to the big mac! how clever! if that doesn't scream conscious to you idk what does

i cant feel much energy because I suddenly began working out 7 times a week...oops nvm

The Painting by Adam M There is a painting so big that you can't see the edges if you stand closely enough. It was painted by the most masterful painters who have ever lived. DaVinci worked on it, Michaelangelo worked on it, Picasso. The painting contains the most beautiful trees, roads, rivers, boats, and animals. It is so magnificent that it has the power to make you laugh and cry and want to scream at the top of your lungs. You can feel the love and attention to detail that went into the painting if you look at it with enough care. All you have to do is look at the painting with great concentration and attention, and you will be rewarded with splendid revelations that fill up your heart with love and your mind with all the answers to all the questions that you never even knew you had. There was a young boy who had looked at the painting as often as he could. He felt as if he had been looking at the painting since the day he was born and he loved to marvel at its beauty and its mystery. He loved the painting so much that his favourite parts of the painting had etched themselves into his young mind and he would think about them often. As he looked at the painting every day, he was amazed at how vast it was and how it must have taken a very long time to paint. He would discover new areas of the painting that he had never seen before and he would feel a pure sense of wonder and awe whenever he explored the vast painting with his eyes and his imagination. As the boy got older, he wanted to learn everything there was to know about the painting so he asked his parents to buy him books that would teach him about the history of the painting, who painted it, and why it was painted. He spent so much time learning about the painting that sometimes he forgot to look at it. Now, when he looked at the painting, he saw within it all the things that he had learned about it. The boy would always talk with his parents about how much he loved the painting. He told his Dad all of the amazing things that he had learned about the painting and he convinced him to sit and look at the painting with him. As the boy's father looked at the painting, he felt a spark within him that could have rekindled an old flame if the wood had not been neglected and dampened. "I love looking at this painting with you, son," said the Dad, "I used to look at it too when I was your age. But I cannot help but feel that I am wasting my valuable time just sitting here and staring at the same painting that I know so well. I know that you love it, but I am a very busy man and I have lots of work do to." "Dad!" exclaimed the boy, trying to hold his father's fleeting attention, "everything you could ever need is already within the painting! All you have to do is have faith that you will find it if you just look closer." "I do have faith, son." said the Dad, "but I cannot help but feel restless when I stare at this painting for so long…My mind is used to moving quickly and it is difficult for me to look at it for so long, especially when you are not around to remind me of the painting's hidden beauty." The boy sighed, they had had this talk many times before and he knew that it was no use trying to convince his Dad to invest so much time and energy to reap the rewards that the painting would inevitably give him if he stared at it for long enough. "You see son, I have a voice in my head that does everything in its power to remind me of all the other impotant things that I could be doing instead of wasting my days gazing at this pointless painting. I only have so many years left and I don't want to see them go to waste! Now, I'm sure that this painting contains many deep secrets, like you tell me all the time, but I must finish my work so that I can begin packing for our family vacation." The boy's father left and that was that. The boy was sad that his father would never appreciate the beauty of the painting in the same way that he did. The boy spent all of his time bathing in the glory of this magnificent painting and the more closely he paid attention to the painting, the more divine love filled the boy's heart and soul, the more he wished that he could share the love with his father. Sometimes, the boy would get distracted by other things and he would forget about the painting for hours and sometimes days at a time. He noticed that the more time he spent away from the painting, the more things seemed to go wrong in his life. The voice in the boy's head had gotten more clever and more convincing as he got older. The voice would try to tell him that he had outgrown the painting and that he did not need to think about it anymore so that he could focus on the more important things in life. The boy had not thought about the painting for an entire year and he could not have been more miserable. He was buried up to his ears in work and he felt that he had no time left to do the things that he truly wanted to do. He felt depressed and he wished that things could be different. Then, on his way home from work, the boy saw a small, framed painting in the window of an antique shop and it reminded him of the immense beauty of the painting that he had forgotten. All of the boy's childhood memories suddenly rushed back to him and filled him with inspiration to quit his job and devote all of his time to studying the divine painting from his childhood. He sat in front of it for days and sometimes he forgot to eat because he was so enthralled by the painting's mysteries that he had yet to discover. Slowly, a sense of joy had returned to fill the boy's heart that his work had drained out of him. The voice in the boy's head fabricated one thousand and one reasons why the boy should stop looking at the painting. The voice showed him visions of poor and dirty men sleeping on the street because they had ignored their important work. The voice tempted the boy with false promises of true love and pleasure that the boy just couldn't get by sitting and looking at the painting. It even told the boy that his father would be disappointed in him if he wasted his entire life looking at the "pointless" painting. Luckily, the boy would not make the same mistake twice and he would not be seduced by of the voice's empty promises nor would he be scared by its empty threats. The boy already knew what he had to do. He had to sit and observe. He had to observe the painting in an attempt to comprehend its full glory. It was a difficult task since the painting was so vast and detailed. The voice tried to make the boy doubt himself by reminding him how the painting is too complex for one little mind to understand. But still, the boy sat, unmoved. And he observed. The shapes in the painting subtly began to blur together. The trees would blend into the ground just as the ground blended into the sky. The boy noticed that the tree was not really a tree…it was just paint, but the voice called it a tree in an effort to distract the boy from the Truth. But the boy could no longer see the tree as a tree, he just saw it as paint because that's what it was, just like every other object in the painting. That's when the boy looked at his hands and noticed something very peculiar about them. They were made of the same thing that the trees were made of…paint. The voice cried out in agony and harnessed all of its convincing power in a desperate attempt to distract the boy. But the boy was not listening to the voice because he already knew what it was…paint. And just like that the voice was gone and so was the painting and so was the boy; the only thing that was left was the paint. The paint was always there and always will be there. Everything that ever existed, exists, and will exist was, is, and always will be made of the paint. Even DaVinci, Michaelangelo, and Picasso are made of the paint. You may ask, why is there any paint at all? There isn't. You see, when literally everything is just paint there is no paint. And that's the way it always was and always will be. . . . The boy continued to sit in the painting just as he had his entire life, but now, we was fully concious of it. It felt very natural and he knew that it couldn't be any other way. The reason why he had been so mesmerized by the painting from such a young age was because the painting would never stay the same. Unlike every other painting, this painting was contantly moving and changing, the only thing that stayed the same was the paint. The boy was now free to enjoy the rest of his passing life without any worry or fear of death. He knew that his body was just paint and that it would eventually blend into the rest of the painting just like everything else. Everything just felt…right. As he sat there in bliss, he became concious of a burning desire within him to share his discovery with his father. The boy knew that his father wouldn't believe him. How could he? "Hey Dad! Everything is made of paint!" His Dad would laugh at him. The boy sat there and began to think of some clever ways that he could tell his Dad about his discovery that had always been true. Perhaps he would use a metaphor or something… The end. I hope you liked it! What do you think?