Carl-Richard

Death is good.

Cmon, you're doing it for fun, just admit it. Nothing wrong with that

@Moon Fear makes not see the love.

On a purely practical level, it's not really that much different from dosing yourself with shrooms, except from the frequent bowel movements.

Oh, I see ?

Welcome to Paradigm Lock.

@Nak Khid You're on a spirituality forum and you're worried about words being used in an alternative way. Ok dude. Yes, people are confused all the time about everything. Get used to it Anyways, it's all just the classic relative-absolute fallacy: you're conflating relative love with absolute Love, relative God with absolute God. You may ask what does The Absolute have to do with Love or God? You'll have to discover that yourself through your own experience.

@LfcCharlie4 I salute any effort or method as long it's done deliberately and given your full absolute attention

@Anna1 This man needs some Jesus

@Beginner Mind I think he had a case of talking the talk but not walking the walk.

@LfcCharlie4 I would agree that "becoming aware" as a technique will make you a little more aware than the average person, but if you really want to be able to rest in that awareness, you must actually allow yourself to rest. A stable meditation practice is really all you need for training the awareness muscle. You don't lose your muscles immediately after ending a workout, and rest is an integral part of muscle growth. A bodybuilder doesn't do tiny microworkouts every other minute of the day: he goes hard for an hour and then he rests. That is how you build strong muscles, and in my experience, that applies to meditation too.

Hmm... who could've predicted that would happen?

We're in the same boat, buddy. I'm 22, and a couple of months ago, I started dying during university lectures, and I WAS NOT ready for that. I thought I was, but I'm not. I have so many things I've yet to experience as a young man. Giving up on my life like this is just too much for me right now. So what did I do? Well, I stopped meditating, tried fighting it, forcing my head back down in the sand. It was truly hard: the more I let go of my interest in spirituality, the more it consumed me. I had to manually tense up and throw tiny temper tantrums in my head to make it stop, and it feels SO wrong. After a while, it kinda did work (sometimes it doesn't feel like that, but most of the time). So I'm currently back to "normal" (kinda). It's not very pleasant, it's not healthy, but I've been worse Now, I don't actually recommend that you do what I did, but I just want to let you know that it IS possible to do it the stupid way haha

4 years ago, back when I was addicted to weed, I went for a week without smoking. The result was the most intense dream I've ever had. I still remember everything to this day: I was in a space ship with three other friends, circling a dark planet with earth-like conditions. Everything was going fine, but suddenly we experienced technical problems. We had no idea what to do as we slowly breached the atmosphere while the ship was shaking violently and speeding up. As we were hurdling towards the surface while engulfed in a ball of fire, struggling to make a controlled landing and thinking we were all going to die, we somehow survived the crash. Now, for what felt like at least 300 years of being alive, we were stuck in a Hunger Games type of situation where we had to fight to survive by creating tools, hunting animals and building better and better shelter on this completely alien and night-ridden planet. After a while, our tools became very advanced, and we discovered new types of technology, effectively creating a new civilization with divine standards of living. As this new world was flourishing and I had time to relax, I decided to sit down and just marvel at the beauty of it all, and then I was struck by this incredible insight: Everything that had happened up to that point was just one part of an infinite series of simulated realities made by aliens for the purpose of creating new types of technology, by essentially exploiting the creative potential of the human mind. As this all dawned on me, I woke up in my bed (still inside the dream), and I started scribbling down notes about what happened, even drawing the insides of the space ship that had crashed. Then I actually woke up for real, and all I could say was: "....What... the... fuck...." It was so intense that I actually struggled to accept that my waking life was my real life for a moment. I've never tried Salvia, but the feeling after waking up certainly reminded me of those types of descriptions (of having lived an entire lifetime in an alternate reality). I just wanted to write this down somewhere after all this time

Practice, rinse, repeat.

Humor

I have a feeling that the cabin fever created by corona really made this erupt to the levels it did. It's like the virus has mutated and taken advantage of the underlying social tensions, evolving to spread itself on an emergent cultural level.

You can elimate spacetime from a model, but you can't elimate concepts from a model.

Let go... or fight it like an idiot. That's what I'm doing

Is this a meme now or is this legit?

The former. The way I formulated it made it look like I was siding with The observer, my bad

@The observer In the spirit of Ken Wilber, the originator of the pre-trans fallacy, I bring you the source of all spiritual confusion: the relative-absolute fallacy. That's what is going on here

@LfcCharlie4 It sounds good in theory, but in practice it's just classic neuroticism. The idea that you have to "bring yourself back to presence" is just another fear-based thought entering your mind and screwing with the already existing presence. Why do you fear being less aware? Just go about your day and accept the fact that you're being helplessly unaware. It's fine. Leave the "awareness-training" to when you're actually sitting down and being focused on only that. That is where the real progress is being made. The attachment of having to be mindful and present 24/7 is the most disruptive attachment you can have. It's like a mind virus that has been granted full access to every moment of your life. It's like spiritual OCD.

TJ is a solid green, god damn

The worst imaginable experience for everyone is Love.