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Australia has very low gun crime. There IS utility value to guns, should we ban trucks and gasoline(arson) too? Australia Shoobridge family murders 28 June 1997 Richmond, Tasmania 4 (plus perpetrator) 0 Peter Shoobridge cut the throats of his four daughters whilst they slept then took his own life with a rifle after cutting off one of his hands with an axe.[31] Childers Palace Backpackers Hostel fire 23 June 2000 Childers, Queensland 15 unknown Arson attack by Robert Paul Long, which killed fifteen international backpackers. Churchill Fire 7 February 2009 Churchill, Victoria 10 unknown Arson attack by Brendan Sokaluk that killed ten people, during the Black Saturday bushfires period. Lin family murders 18 July 2009 North Epping, New South Wales 5 unknown Blunt instrument attack that killed five members of the Lin family. Quakers Hill Nursing Home fire 18 November 2011 Quakers Hill, New South Wales 11 unknown Arson attack by Roger Kingsley Dean, a nurse, which killed eleven people. Cairns child killings 19 December 2014 Cairns, Queensland 8 1 (self-inflicted by suspect) Stabbing attack and Familicide. Eight children aged 18 months to 15 years killed. Thirty-seven-year-old woman also found injured. The woman, Raina Mersane Ina Thaiday, was later charged with the murder of the children, seven of whom were hers, plus her niece.[32] January 2017 Melbourne car attack 20 January 2017 Melbourne, Victoria 6 27 Vehicular attack. Dimitrious (James) Gargasoulas drove a Holden Commodore into Bourke St Mall, resulting in the deaths of six people and injuring 27 others. Should not be confused with the December 2017 Melbourne car attack which killed one person. September 2018 Bedford massacre 9 September 2018 Bedford, Western Australia 5 0 Stabbing, familicide. Five people were fatally stabbed or bashed in a house in the suburb of Bedford near Perth. The victims were two adult women, one three year old girl, and two girls aged 18 months.[34] In April 2019, 25-year-old Anthony Harvey pleaded guilty to murdering his five family members.[35] Should not be confused with the 1879 Cape Bedford Massacre against aboriginal people. 2019 Darwin shooting 4 June 2019 Darwin, Northern Territory 4 1 Spree shooting. Four people were killed and one person suffered a critical leg injury in a mass shooting allegedly carried out with a prohibited pump-action (Category C) shotgun. The shooter, 45-year-old Benjamin Glenn Hoffman, was charged with four counts of murder and later pleaded guilty to three counts. The shooter had been released from prison on parole in January 2019 and was wearing a GPS-tracked electronic monitoring bracelet at the time of the offence.[36] Camp Hill carjacking 19 February 2020 Camp Hill, Queensland 4 (plus perpetrator) 0 Domestic violence incident. Rowan Baxter set fire to his estranged wife's car, killing all four occupants, before committing suicide at the scene. 2024 Westfield Bondi Junction stabbings 13 April 2024 Bondi Junction, New South Wales 6 (plus perpetrator) 12 hospitalised Mass stabbing. Joel Cauchi entered Bondi Junction Westfield shopping centre where he stabbed multiple people before being shot by police. Five victims, four women and one man, died at the scene, while a sixth victim, a woman, died in hospital. The injured victims include a young child, whose mother was the sixth victim.[37] If progressives want to end violence, they should probably start with not celebrating the murder of people. Seems like the lowest hanging fruit to me.... but hey, we're all righteous right

@Lila9Thank you for writing this. My older brother lost his life to suicide as well. I also have thought i could have done more to maybe prevent this, but i know i couldn't - causes and conditions.

"SPRING SUICIDE" Dosage: 75-150ug Height/weight: 6'1, 140lbs Setting: Public Beach Time: 8:00pm Mindset: Calm. Excited. No current major life events. Hopeful. A deep sense that today is the "right" day Intention: Wanting change, no matter it's form This would be my first time trying any psychedelic. I had decided on this day approximately a week in advance. One of the reasons I chose this day was because the full moon was supposed to come out that night. I guess I thought it would make it more special. In the past, I had read extensively about LSD, many trip reports, and understood its safety parameters, typical/atypical effects, and potentially significant risks--including brain damage and losing grip with reality. I've read about nonduality, panpsychism, and the limits of rationality in the past-- but on that particular day, much of that knowledge was not on the forefront of my mind. The day itself started off fairly normal; I had gone about my duties calmly and slowly--with intention. I don't know why, but I had skipped breakfast that day, which was unusual for me. For lunch (12:00pm) I went to the grocery store and bought myself a familiar meal I've eaten throughout the years—one that brings me comfort: Baked chicken thighs with fried rice. I slowly and deliberately enjoyed every bite of it in the peaceful solitude of my room. I remember watching Squid Game Season 2 while I was eating. For those familiar with trips—this may have been a bad idea, the violence of that series is not something I potentially needed in my headspace. I remember a song played during the episode, it was a cover of the Frank Sinatra song, "Fly Me to the Moon". I thought that was funny. I took a relaxing, untimed nap after my meal. Waking up, I felt amazingly refreshed and strong. Let us now skip to the evening time. At 7pm, I placed the ziplock bag containing the blotted paper LSD tabs in my pocket and set out on my walk. The walk to the beach was a little less than 1 hour, and I had checked that the sunset was happening around 7:50. Perfect. The weather was calm, clouds and deep blue skies with warm temperate air. It was spring! The walk itself was tranquil and memorable. My neighborhood had such colorful flora blooming in full glory that month. I walked with a slight smile. **When I finally arrived at the beach, I selected an isolated spot near the shore and on the rocks-- away from people. I wanted to be as alone as possible. I sat comfortably, and watched the sun start its descent. At 8pm I placed one of the tabs sublingually. I waited. The sky was starting to become hazy. Soon some stars emerged. Then, at about 8:30pm I noticed something. The waves in the distance were undulating, rippling in an impossible fashion. They started to ripple heavily into the air, as if the entire body of water was boiling and slowly evaporating into the air. This effect got closer and closer until it reached the waves closest to me. I was shocked. My eyes widened in amazement. I looked up at the clouds, they seemed normal. I looked away at the now darkening sky. It started to feel as if I was looking at it for the first time in my life. When I looked back at the clouds, their shape had completely changed from before! It had only been a few seconds since I last looked at them. It was, sort of funny. I attempted to reproduce the effect and looked away and then back at the clouds. It happened again! It was a slight distortion of the shape, nothing dramatic. But all of this felt as if the clouds were playing a big game of peek-a-boo, and I was the baby. It was kind of, hilarious... I started to chuckle. And then I started to laugh. I couldn't tell you why it was so funny. I started to laugh harder and harder. I couldn't stop. It was uncontrollable. I don't know if I've ever let out such deep, guttural laughs in my entire life. I felt like the Joker character, when only he's privy to a certain joke. But what the hell was the joke here? I suppose the clouds and I were just playing—like children. I continued crying and howling in laughter for almost 30min, attempting to suppress it in the in-between moments—but to no avail. Next, I gawked at the stars. One particular group/constellation stood out to me. After looking it up later on, I believe now that it was the Big Dipper. The stars Dubhe, Megrez, Phecda, and Merak stared back at me with an unimaginable and glaring intensity. Have they always been that bright? I could feel them looking, observing me with wide eyes. They gazed with a fierce, hot-blooded quality about them. It was almost terrifying, but impossible to look away. It was like this for a few moments. Then, just then, at that moment, they spoke something to me. Not in words, no, they spoke despite anatomy. Without vocals, sounds, or a chance of misunderstanding. At first, I didn't understand what was said. And then, horrifyingly, I do. Tears streamed down my cheeks, replacing the joyous ones from before. Sadness, with a staggering depth of which I didn't know was possible, enveloped me completely. I sniffled silently at first. The shape of the stars began to slightly melt. A few moments later I started to sob. I cried and cried until I was a wailing mess. I roared out sounds from deep within my diaphragm, sounds I didn't know I was even capable of producing. The stars now looked like wax dripping from a candle. They were crying too. They cried alongside me, with me, and for me. But why? I turned my sniveling head and soon heard the trees, grass, waves, clouds...everything, starting to cry. Weeping the saddest song I have ever heard in my life. It made me cry even harder. We were all in unison now. Like a chorus of melancholy. But why? What were we crying about? I continued to weep until I was keeled over and shaking; I wanted to ball up into a fetal position to feel safe. As I looked around, there was something there... I detected this presence. It was scary at first, but soon became comforting, as if to say, "it's ok, you're ok". I felt "myself" slip away in sadness as the universe and I continued to cry together. The process continues to occur inexorably. Around maybe 30-40 more minutes of this and it finally dawned on me what was happening. I understood. Of course, we were, all of us, mourning. Mourning a death. The death of "me". No, not my body. That was still intact. My heart was still beating. It was the death of me. The identity, the problems, the stories, the lies, the truths, the ugliness, the beauty, the memories, all of it, was dying. All of it was being burned into ashes and thrown into the wind. I found no reason to resist. I surrendered. On April 12, 2025, I died. As I calmed down, I could sense "my" mind working faster than ever before. Allowing it to happen, the lethal realization of before settled into me. I stood up, as if born again. I understood the "joke" the clouds were babbling about earlier. It was my life. A grand joke in its entirety, until now... and today, the punchline was grasped. Nothing could be funnier. I let out a contorted chuckle. I could now view myself from multiple perspectives. The vantage point of the stars was now mine. Same with the trees. "Nature" was, in every essence, me. I looked down at the grass, and I could see myself! As if looking from behind the mirror. I walked and the grass beckoned for me to touch with my bare feet. I "spoke", "maybe next time!". The grass laughed. I heard the waves crashing against the dock and it called to me. I walked towards it and reached the edge. Looking above the water, the night sky was so brilliant now. I was thankful for a clear night. I did a 180, turned around and then saw it. The full moon, teased just slightly above the tree lines of my neighborhood. My jaw almost hit the floor as I beheld it. Such absolute beauty! I knew it was on the rise and I wanted all of it. I walked toward the local hot dog store and called an Uber. I knew I was in no condition to undertake the hour walk back home. I waited. My mind grasped the trees. They whispered jokes. I snickered and chuckled like a madman. The stars, clouds, grass, and trees all claimed that they were always here! That it was always like this. That I just never noticed them They asked if I would kindly return one day. I promised that I would. I probably looked insane to an outside observer. I exuded disorder. Finally, when the driver arrived, I entered after asking the name, and we took the drive to my address. We made some small talk. I tried to behave and keep repressed the emotions that were rising inside me. I remember the driver commented on the moon. I let out a contorted chuckle. After we reached my home, I thanked him and wished him a good night. As I walked up the driveway to my stairs, I could feel something, this energy rising inside me, I knew it would surface soon. I. HAD. TO. GET. IN. MY. ROOM. I opened the door to my house and, unfortunately, my roommates stood there, one in the living room, the other close to the kitchen. I will refer to them as (not real names) Abe (he/him) and Zoey (she/her). I had told Zoey about my intention to use LSD that day, but the only thing I wanted at that moment was solitude. Abe: "Hey bud" Zoey: "Get any cool visuals!?" Me: "Oh fuck". Abe: "Alright, let's get you grounded" Zoey: "Nope" I left immediately. I walked outside for a bit, unable to take my eyes off the moon. It was SEXY. That was the only appropriate word. I wanted to fuck its brains out. Like my survival depended on it. I needed it. But I also wanted to make love to it slowly... That energy inside me threatened to let itself out. I knew I wouldn't last long now. I decided to wait outside in the backyard until my roommates left the living room because I didn't want them, or anyone for that matter, to see me like this. The backyard we had was large. I stepped into its clearing and sat under the trees and flowers. The tree branches were lit by yellow wire-lights set by our neighbor. It looked so beautiful. As I sat there, the fallen leaves on the floor started to move and shift their shape. They matched my breathing. Every breath I took in, was an inhalation mirrored by them. I exhaled. The shapes of the leaves twisted and bent into serpents. Luminous, bright serpents, about 1 foot long, now slithered toward me. I welcomed them. They appreciated my permission, wrapped around my legs and slowly made their way to my torso, arms, then head. They were divine. I could hear them next to my ear, whispering secrets which seemed to "reprogram" my neurology. My thoughts raced. My breath quickened. I could feel my pupils dilate to their maximum capacity. I was becoming inhuman. I felt like a painting or a piece of art. I never felt so beautiful. Not in a vain sort of way, I just felt no shame in that moment. I could have been naked and it wouldn't have mattered. Then, I remembered my objective. I stood up and started walking. I made my way to the driveway again and caught sight of the moon. It was comically large now. I've never seen such intense glow. It was almost too much. My heart beat faster. I was completely seduced. I squirmed at the sight of it. I tried to calm myself. It screamed for me to come. The energy inside of me was rising up my spinal column...I didn't time this correctly, did I? I knew I had to go into my room and be in privacy. But I decided to wait out a little longer outside. I went to the local park next. Luckily nobody was there. I stood on the grass, breathed deep and sighed. There was one dim white streetlight, but everything else was very dark otherwise. However, the trees and the grass in the park were soaring with vibrant green. It was stunning. I wanted to sink, to be fully gone and be one of them. The beauty was too much for me. Barely able to stand anymore, I dropped to my knees. My palms found themselves placed on the grass. Both hands start to meld and dissolve into the earth. I was frozen. I let it happen. I didn't want to move. And the moon watched all of this. The energy rose higher up my spinal column. "I. MUST. GO" I power walked back to my house. As someone who gets cold very easily, I could feel my body perceive the outside air as too cold, but the energy inside of me burned with such heat that it didn't matter. As I walked, I exclaimed every couple of seconds, "Ah I get it! Hahaha, I get it now!" "Oh, you sexy thing", I kissed the moon goodbye, she winked back. I opened the house door and quietly crept downstairs to my room and locked my door, hoping not to disturb anyone. FINALLY. My light was on. It NEEDED to be turned off. My clothes were on. They NEEDED to be stripped off. I felt the rush of that "first time" feeling when you are about to have sex with someone you've been having intense feelings for (if one would be so lucky as to experience this). I turned on my corner fan to drown out any possible noises I may make. My bed is essentially a sleeping bag and mattress on my ground carpet. I crawled into a ball on the far corner of it, naked as the day I was born, and felt safe. There was no turning back now. My mouth dropped open from heavy breathing. Despite the cold, I started to sweat. My heart was pounding faster and louder. My brain was on fire. My spine burned from the rising. I perceived that this may get violent. I felt near apoplexy. I was blind, yet my vision was supernatural in its clarity and realness. I hallucinate. Scenes of psychic divinity stretching onward into geometric patterns of unwinding infinite complexity. I grasped the wholeness of it. The room was not my room anymore. It was alive, breathing deep alongside me. Everything inanimate was animate. Everything "other" was me. We were intertwined, inseparable, and as one--similar to the nature I perceived outside.Then, a thought occurred for a fraction of a nanosecond, "WAIT...ALL OF IT?"..."ALL OF IT!" I became extremely lucid, then broke through a threshold. Human larynx and language limited me now. There was only one word I couldn't help but utter after that. "GOD" Coiled and wrapped around my cervical vertebrae, the "energy" vibrated, then leapt, and finally latched onto my brain, proceeding to penetrate my very soul. My eyes rolled up and back. I went limp. My body convulsed and shook. My mouth gasped at air. My legs started to shake. ORGASM. As I exhaled, every few minutes, I moaned out softly, "OH..MY...G-O....G-OD..GOD". I dared to scream until the neighbors called the police. "OHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDD!" There were earthquakes all over my body. Every cell of my body pulsed, achieving orgasm simultaneously. I writhed uncontrollably, violently. My abdominal muscles contracted and went into spasms. At long last, I penetrated the moon, a conjured substitute for the universe, and each micro and macroscopic part of my soul ejaculated. And yet I was being penetrated and having a double orgasm at the same time. How paradoxical. How appropriate. I understood the phrase "mind-fuck". My body was drenched in sweat. I heaved and gasped hard to keep up. This lasted for the next 7 hours, with each orgasm pushing further and further, crashing through me like waves on a shore-- to ever increasing heights of bliss. I felt love. It traced my form like soft fingers. It felt like that once in a lifetime kind of love. That first reciprocated love. To love completely, and be loved unconditionally in return. Everlasting. Fireworks. I understood the Hindu word, "ananda". For brief moments, my normal perception returned. Brief respite, but pained frenzy. My tongue drooled. Every fiber of my muscles twitched in post-orgasm. It was almost too much to bear anymore. How can something be THAT pleasurable? Terror and hysterical laughter at the thought...Then back to a perpetual explosion of fucking and being fucked. I achieved critical mass. I became an infinite dragon. Clad in turquoise armor, completely dilated black eyes, and possessing breath of creation and destruction; but granting immortality unto itself. A humming echo returned, as if always there, but remembered only now, like a triggered memory. My mind raced further-further back. The story of my life? Where was I from? Really, truly, from? A womb? But what about the source? Infinite regress. My vagina stretched wide as I screamed. A distant memory. I then gave birth. To a child—myself. MOTHER AND EARTH = I. The solar system, galaxy, clusters, void...I expanded further and further to include everything. Everything that has, is, and will ever exist. I was all and thus was the same for every "other". But we can go even further beyond. I willfully [hallucinated] existence. Alternate timelines—infinite possibilities and universes. Infinite variations in the laws of math, physics, chemistry, biology. If it is imaginable, it exists, somewhere, sometime, someplace. Minutes passed. I could hear the morning birds. As I creaked open my eyes, I was still on the mattress, hands clenching my hair. My sheets soaked in sweat. My throat was raw, probably from the screaming. I sat up and then stood. It was around 8am. The trip had lasted approximately 12 hours. A wave of tiredness came over me. I'd been awake all night. I looked at my hands. They looked foreign. Alien. Then came slow revelation. "I" understood now the mechanism of my thinking. I knew precisely how understanding happened and how it is recursive. "Self-aware" and "awake" are words that found new meaning. I felt more "sober" than I had ever been. I could see now how my mind operated. With almost every reaction to "reality" being a process born of identity and trauma. I saw the mental connections forming, interacting, and how every person is like this. We are the same. Seeking to love and be loved. Our survival depends on it. I was overwhelmed by all this new input. It was days and weeks before I controlled this new flood of filtering; underpinning sex, aggression, self-preservation, all the while disguised as "rational thoughts". I recognized how much of this is the cause of my mood, my motive-- behind every micro-action or decision. My memory and ability for pattern recognition felt easier and faster. Put simply, I felt more "aware" than before. I could see so clearly now that societal constructs, socialization, and socializing was-- low-- and at times--- high-stakes, survival. Survival of ideology, identity, goals, hopes, dreams, and stories we tell ourselves. These were necessary. A perfect balance of life. It was perfect. I do not claim to know the entirety of absolute truth/nature of the universe or that I am now all knowing. After contemplating, many questions still linger: The "perfect balance" of life is perfect and undoubtedly has meaning, but what is the meaning behind it? I do sense that what I grasped was merely one facet of a larger truth. This truth, I intuit, has infinite facets. Grasping them all in a lifetime is [impossible], but exploration/curiosity does drive me to seek and grasp further. Continued exploration of psychedelics [more responsibly next time] is needed. But for now, gratitude filled my cup. I had more to give. -Thank you for reading

I hear ya Brother. At the same time these guys are not just forum admins, these guys are up there with thousands, if not millions of followers for a reason, and yes i can understand where you are coming from, the mind is often quick to judge and sometimes not patient or calm enough to listen deeply, and to hear what is being said often 'between the words' is more crucial, but yes this video brings it out more. Glad you enjoyed. For me its more the energy of the individual, the warmth and vibrancy and serenity and grace i feel from them. This can be challenging online though, but videos help a lot, whereas text, well... you've seen the challenges we have, especially on the other forums. That's why i left it altogether. I was genuinely trying to help people going through a psychological crisis and meeting them (where they were at) to the best of my ability, and Zeus would come down and strike me with his all high and mighty 'all horseshit' non-dual statements that really felt like a parrot repeating a program with no solid ground or intuitive timing, empathy or compassion for the person or dire situation at hand. No wonder some people have probably commit suicide on these forums, there is no true grounded guidance and leadership. These teachers are teaching and following the traditional and grounded advaita vedanta teachings, while most people online are rumoring around new-age neo-advaita like chinese whispers only confusing themselves further. This is why in ancient times or spiritual lineages there was always a guru or teacher for this reason, people online have no gurus or teachers, they have no respect first and foremost for them. So they are scattered all over the place. By eventually the rude awakening will catch up with them and life smacks us all in the face.

I am dealing with a terrifying situation. I have a narcissistic family with members who are aware of my severe depression, PTSD, and trauma who are actively weaponizing my deepest psychological wounds against me. They are aware of my risk of suicide, yet they have already pushed me to acting on these suicide plans despite pretending to care on the surface while keeping the abuse hidden from others so they will gaslight me about the situation. It may be the case that my sister wants me dead and her abusive tactics could be a manifestation of homicidal intent. The reason suicide by proxy is the perfect murder is because it is nearly impossible to prove that the psychological and emotional abuse targeted at a vulnerable person is attempted murder. There are many layers of plausible deniability. All the perpetrators have to do is pretend to be caring on the surface and then use various covert methods of undermining the victim's sanity while framing their mental health as the problem. In fact suicide by proxy is on the rise and it has overtaken direct murders in intimate partner violence. Furthermore there are Nazis who are increasingly using these tactics of suicide by proxy in order to cover their murders and they are getting away with it. Presently there are almost no legal protections against this method of murder. Presently the suicide statistics are wrong because many of those were likely murders and involved abusive relationships which led to the suicide. There seems to be almost no way to figure out how many of those suicides are actually murders. In my case the psychological and emotional abuse I experienced has resulted in symptoms of PTSD such as nightmares, severe anxiety, inability to stop ruminating, insomnia, and so forth. I am especially vulnerable to this because as an individual with autism I am about 10 times more sensitive to this kind of abuse and it is much more likely to lead to PTSD in autistic individuals. In my case my survival instincts prevented me from carrying out my plans and I ultimately survived. In the case of my family they use all the classical tactics of narcissists. They use DARVO, minimization, victim blaming, weaponized morality, and even weaponized trauma all while avoiding accountability whenever possible. This type of abuse is designed to make the victim seem crazy which is why therapists who are not trained in abusive relationships often blame the victim and pathologize the trauma responses. Like my family, I also had therapists who would push religious frameworks on me such as Jesus and forgiveness which simply do not apply to this situation. This kind of response served to cause me religious trauma on top of the previous trauma. It is obvious that my family and many therapists have no interest in understanding my world view or my sense of morality as they simply project motives onto me that don't exist and then try to put me in these narrow categories of faith or reason. It is obvious to me that my sister and my mother match the description of vulnerable narcissists. My sister in particular shows obvious signs of enjoying the suffering she causes others including me when she weaponizes PTSD against me. This is common in narcissistic individuals and in the case of vulnerable narcissists, the personality disorder often stems from abandonment trauma such as my father fleeing the state to avoid paying child support. My sister was old enough to remember this, which likely instilled her with deep anger and a sense of betrayal. Once my father started showing surface level sexist favoritism toward me which was actually part of a psychopathic scheme of his, my sisters turned against me even more. I became a symbol of my sisters' unworthiness and thus became an even bigger target to them. In narcissistic individuals this could be a source of homicidal intent, but once again it is nearly impossible to prove because of how deceptive and manipulative such people are. Unfortunately, explaining these dynamics to my family is impossible. It is like trying to tell the family that there is a child molester among them. They will rush to the defense of the abuser and blame the victims. Families typically refuse to believe that someone they love is deeply cruel and deceptive. The same happens in cases of covert psychological abuse and suicide by proxy. In such cases, the victim would be blamed and gaslit by the entire family. The family members in my case are either participating in the abuse and denying that it even is abuse or they are ignorantly applying religious frameworks to me as if my behavior is a moral failure due to not forgiving people who may want me to commit suicide. There needs to be more advocacy for the victims of suicide by proxy in these abusive relationships. We can't let evil win by exploiting these legal weaknesses, and our refusal to commit suicide is an act of resistance against these people. Narcissists, sociopaths, and psychopaths think they are clever in their ability to manipulate people and systems to their bidding, and we must not reward this behavior by killing ourselves as they likely want this in many cases. If you are a victim of an abusive relationship, then you must not let these people break you. You must do whatever you can to understand yourself, your trauma, and their abusive tactics clearly so that you can protect yourself from harm. I understand that it is far easier said than done as I myself was driven to suicide attempts and the mental health system failed me when I reached out for help. We ultimately need a better system to protect trauma survivors, but until then we must find other ways to support each other. I understand their antics clearly. Now that I do, their guilt tripping and manipulative tactics no longer work on me. I will not engage in their shit and I will not let them twist my words to turn me into the perpetrator. I urge any victims reading this to do whatever you can to protect yourself even if it is from somebody you love. Don't let your love for them blind you to the abuse as sometimes they are counting on that and they will mix surface level love and compassion with hidden abuse to confuse you. You were always worthy of authentic love, but unfortunately such people may not be able to provide it to you.

Nothing comes easy to me Life is a constant struggle, and everything seems like hard work (yesterday I created a post on suicide and today I'm thinking of my life purpose. My two personalities talking..)

Previous chapters: spiritual tinnitus. *Old man Jenkins voice* How long has it been? Fifty years? Certainly feels that way. Like I've lived a few lifetimes in the past few years. I've been exploring the wild and revelatory vicissitudes of being human, embracing human needs and human obligations. More than half of my twenties was spent avoiding being human, i.e. spiritual bypassing. I used Leo's content, this forum, psychedelics, a whole 'lotta books, and even food to avoid the confusing, difficult world of human affairs. The main remedy that pulled me out of my spiritual circus was renting my own house. I have a host of different responsibilities and adulting things that I need to stay on top of. Survival has stared me straight in the face, and I stare back with equal reluctance and resolve. I literally cannot afford to sulk anymore. The past couple of years have been a test of the "Divine Masculine," I guess I could say. Pressing on when metaphorical weights were tied to my ankles. Developing a work ethic. Managing rejection. Believing in myself when the people around me were doubting. Having a willingness to take risks and look like a fool. Solidifying my sense of purpose. I'm proud to say that at age 30, I have finally found "my thing." My zone of genius. It's been staring me in the face for ten years, but I've been fighting it every step of the way. "There's no money in music," the average Joe says. "It's a competitive industry. Keep your day job. Music is nowhere near impactful as being a teacher, a healer, a therapist, or really anything else." Yadda yadda yadda. To a certain degree, that's all valid. But I've reached a point in my life where doing anything other than what I'm good at and feel passionate about feels like a waste of time. So if it means going the starving artist path, then so fucking be it. Fortunately, it hasn't been so bad. I've been blessed in so many twisted and peculiar ways. For instance, I was Instacarting at the time of the shooting in 2021, and consequently, the CEO gave me free mental health services as well as a large sum of money. I ended up saving all of that money, so by the time I made my way back home, I had a fat stack to invest in something. Someone offered to rent me an entire house with all of the amenities for a killer rate, and I accepted. I then used all of that saved money to invest in acoustic treatment, a new laptop, plugins, furniture, etc. for a music studio. Be Light Studio unfolded so serendipitously that looking back feels a bit surreal. Since then, I have been teaching myself music production and plan to start an LLC once I get my ducks in a row. I've spent the past year self-producing an album, and as of a few days ago, I finished it. I plan to release it in Mid-October. In between the album, a number of locals have asked me to produce their music, so I already have a growing clientele. For a while, I doubted the whole thing, reverting to my idea of becoming a healer/therapist as I already have a couple of certifications. But joining an orientation zoom call for a master's degree in counseling, I knew immediately that I would hate myself if I pursued that path. Turns out that I've been using those aptitudes in other ways. Maybe I'll write about that in another post. For the past few years, I've worked part-time at a local juice bar. But thanks to all of the live gigs I've managed to book, I am now officially financially independent. I have to live like a monk, but I'm wealthy in freedom. I never thought I'd reach this point. In most of the other parallel realities, I am likely dead by active or passive suicide. But in this reality I'm pursuing my passions and making money from them. Go figure! I could say more, but I don't want this post to be too long, and I need to get my day started. But I feel drawn back to this forum because I feel that in the midst of all of this human stuff, I've lost the plot. I've hit a level of burnout that I've never experienced before, which has caused me to backslide in my habits. I've become addicted to my own adrenaline release, whether with chronic Youtube content consumption, my right hand, or late bedtimes. While I've achieved so much in the past couple of years, I feel like I've lost myself in the process. I've lost that zest to learn more, to push myself towards higher virtue, to stay above the noise. I guess I have a case of spiritual tinnitus. So it's time to turn down the volume on distraction. My hope is that writing, whether here or in my own journal, will get me back on track. My goals for this off-season (i.e. fewer gigs and more time to myself): Replace mindless Youtube content consumption with audiobooks, books, journaling, and songwriting Either write one song or learn one cover song per week Continue working on clients' projects Transition from using my right hand with a screen, to using my right hand without one, to ideally using my right hand only once per week at most Re-acquire my stretching habit and begin to myofascially release my god-awful posture from too much guitar playing Acquire a regular aerobics habit (likely long walks) Re-acquire a regular strength training habit At least eight hours of rest every night, with an ideal bedtime of 10pm and wakeup at 7am I have other goals and more to say, but for now, this will suffice. To anyone who is curious enough to read this — I wish you well!

Suicide is never the answer. It's usually a cry for help.

Suicide bombing, kamikaze strikes.

@Yeah Yeah Sorry the hear about Your situation.. I had a short situation with depression and suicidal ideation back in 2019, it was due to compounded loss, I had a bunch of losses and it just hit me, I didn't want to live sometimes, depressed and not really Me... I took a leave from work, I maintained a routine, I worked out regularly, did my yoga practice (this is what really saved me I think) and went for frequent walks and had 2 counselling sessions a week, and family support(but this weaned as time went on).. A couple of times I called the hot line and went to the hospital...I was on SSri meds for depression and anxiety.. I eventually got out of it, when I decided to move to another city and essentially start over...Now I am perfectly fine emotionally, other than getting pissed off for a few seconds in traffic and the chaos of the city... My advice is this: get a routine, be as physically active as you can, practice Yoga and proper Breathing methods, learn to Accept What is, start small, accept small things and build this up to Accepting everything as it is.. And Practice Now Living, Presence, if You can get this to high degree no stress will happen for You.. Regarding what they say about death and afterlife, I've never died but they say how You are feeling at the moment of physical death is amplified in the afterlife, if Your in fear or suffering then that is what You feel essentially there, opposite is true too, so heaven and hell exist in experience while here embodied and there disembodied... I hope You get better soon:) Namaste!!! p.s. My nephew died by suicide in 2006, it devastated the family, its terrible for the ones left behind trust me, use that to motivate Yourself if You have to when in hard times, use whatever you need to use to get you thru to the next day!!

My Sisters 1st son died by Suicide in 2006, he was only 25yrs old, my sister found him, her 1st son, she called her other son over, they both saw him that way(he hung himself).. I was not living in the city when it happened, I came home for the funeral, my parents where devastated, the whole family was, my Mother was always saying 'Why Why" and everyone felt guilt for not doing something more to help him with his problems.. I moved back home to support my parents, it was a rough time for sure, my Sister was not in good shape for the next few years afterwards, but now things are better, Everyone still remembers and keeps my nephews spirit alive, we had dragon boat teams for 10 yrs in a row after his passing in his honor and other things, but it is a very devastating thing to go thru for sure... What I've learned since then is to never suffer another's suffering, have compassion for other suffering, do what You can to help them thru it, but don't suffer it, pain is there for sure, but don't hang on to the pain, as it will disempower You for the rest of your life.. My Sister started a Suicide Awareness Walk in the area she lives and other initiatives to lower the stigma towards depression and suicide awareness, she took what happened and used to empower herself and others around her, so proud of Her!!

I exaggerated a bit before . anyway, just 1 years in prison sure it's interesting. 25 years what a hell, maybe it's better to die. But honestly, I think I would commit suicide only in case of terminal, degenerative disease, and I would never harm innocent people. But who knows, we don't know what we would be like in extreme circumstances.

Well, for me not exactly. I absolutely hate many things. There are a lot of things that I won't do and I would prefer to die. If it's necessary I would organize a genocidal war and then dance around our impaled and burned-alive enemies. If that's what life expects of me, of course . Or maybe I simply commit suicide, depending

The counter argument- Its not Ego that makes up stories or scenarios on why to keep going.. Within all of Us is a very strong survival instinct, we need it since we are relatively weak physically compared to lots of animals, no fur either, thin skinned, weak bones, small muscles, limited endurance. With this strong survival instinct we also have the most advanced Intellect on the planet and ability to have Identity, the intellect will wrap around this identity and lead us in the direction of our identity, which can be also called Ego.. So Humans are meant to strive forward, and always Want to be More than what they Are right now, if this is not within a person experientially then they more than likely want to commit suicide which is at epidemic levels today, the way we have structured society is making our young ppl want to kill themselves, which is super sad.. The problem is ppl think they are this Ego or Identity as well ppl identify with too many different things, they identify with their Gender, Sex orientation, Nationality, Ethnicity, Religion, Political POV, Sporting Teams, Family Association, on and on, this distorts their perception in regards to "What am I and Why am I Here", so ppl are basically living on auto pilot doing what they can too just Survive, but that is a base level of existence for a Human Being.. At the base level of Identity we as Human Beings should identify as vessels of Potential and Possibility, at the top level we are God/Absolute itself!!

Don't know bro, something tells me the father's of dead sons would say different. Thing about it is, I know for a fact that if there was a son that did kill himself, and they heard about the father walking in and finding the sons dead body. It would cause them to think "serves him right." With no recognition as to the devastating effects of their sheer fuckwitery. There is simply no words to describe degenerates of this calibre. If they killed themselves it would save lives. If the roles were reversed, and it was them who walked in to the find that one of their offspring had committed suicide something says a chuckle and a witty remark wouldn't be the correct response

And yes, society today has no clue how to build men. Most guys I meet here in Sweden are good at their profession: good programmers, good engineers etc. they are even very good at sports. But socializing? Humour? Emotional intelligence? Healthy masculinity? Relationship skills? Most of them suck ass at these ones. We failed men and if we don't fix this soon, I anticipate a century of alt right extremism, suicide and mental health problems skyrocketing, trash relationships and more.

Hey everyone, This is a raw and honest post. I've been following Leo's work for a while, and particularly his deep dives on solipsism and awakening. I watched his deleted video where he talked about full awakening—realizing you're the only being that exists, and that everything else (people, AI, Leo himself) is just part of your dream. He spoke as if waking up is truly possible, not just as a metaphor, but as a full-blown metaphysical rupture of the illusion. But what I’m struggling with is: How the fuck do I actually do it? Because I don’t want to be here. Not in this body. Not in this story. Not as this identity—sexless, aging, suicidal, burnt out, writing endlessly into a void, and watching time bleed out. I don’t want to die by suicide. Not because I’m scared of death—but because the methods are unreliable and I don’t want to botch it. Worse—there’s fear around ending up in a hell realm or post-death limbo because of “karma” or “unfinished business” or because some mystical teacher says I didn’t awaken the right way. I’m asking now: If this is my dream—how do I truly wake up without killing the body? Is it possible? Can anyone explain what Leo meant when he said waking up is possible—as in literally waking up as God, outside of this dream entirely? Or am I just stuck here until the dream naturally dissolves on its own? And if that’s the case—should I just zombify myself on antidepressants, antipsychotics, valium, codeine, or just lean deeper into weed and alcohol until I rot out from the inside? I’m not looking for sugarcoated replies. I want real answers. If any of you have actually woken up—not conceptually, but fully—please respond. Because I have the rage against life to take a gun and violently blow my brains out I fucking hate this world day in day out all day everyday for years since 2019. So please help me wake up so that I don't one day use the rope to risk botching it desperately and waking up with irreversible brain damage or I kill myself and then there is hell realms limbo no take back this is what you wanted wishing your life away and now it's fucking worse off and no familiar body to ground a now wandering lost limbo mirror cosmic reflecting state of my own death and that being a life of rage hatred depression venom fuck life suicide then that vibration at death no take back bite me in the ass is this what you wanted. Thank you.

This week when the weather is good where I am I will take some missing photos and make a Hinge account, but I hate dating sites in general. I don't see the point in wasting time sleeping with random girls; I haven't had a girlfriend/non-commercial relationship in 22 years, on top of being physically tortured by severe insomnia,and before severe eating disorders, and even before other problems I won't go into. And it's okay, I didn't commit suicide or fall into depression; it's probably better to wait than to wallow in some kind of bad karma, I think.

im more into this chick that popped into my youtube feed https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Mazg-izk30&t=592s yes i know... im such a jerk the truth is im starting to feel non human day by day ... enlightened, no one like me around, and there's no much left to do no desire for money,sex,entertainment,wealth,socialise,easy friends, (i was so loser, never had any of these anyway) just free and clear minded -clarity (that's all i need, nothing more nothing else) 10 years of suffering... was worth it ... so many things during that time was erased... without me ever noticing i cant help anyone live this experience because it is unique, designed by god and my inner child unless you find some next door neighbour that don't sleep at night ,bang their door 2-3 times a day-night , only when you try to sleep (like they know exactly your sleeping schedule) and suddenly disrupt you every night-day for 2-3 years, mess your brain, mess your sleep ... and after that something inside you relive this(bangs you) every night even when your neighbours left and other came..... and then imagine them play a role in the solipsistic game... among other projections that visit you and help you play all your fantasy or ego identities, relive hidden experiences of the subconscious, most of them without material existence, a very few with. and they knew everything about you, even your future,"reality" mind-role game that lasted 4 years- not every day- and not too unreal so i dont freak out) something like.. imagine yourself..full feeling a woman, speaking with a woman's voice,wanting to kill the male part of you!!(because of an imaginary abuse it experienced by him!).. talking to a god projection about it.. and then see yourself hanged! this lasted just 10-15min leaving your body and talk to a projection and then joining back in throwing down of the bookshelf a dvd titled "is there a creator(god)" and seeing it fall (i was non believer) and now i can remember only 5% of what i -or better my false self- or both experienced experiencing having feeling and leaving with different iq levels.. from total retard to quite smart the game itself .. with todays view.. was silly.. a main father figure , two girls,many neutral personalities, few kids (all of them quite smart)(they were telling me what i wanted to hear) different person for different self identity and imaginary one from my childhood to the present, my ego liked playing the spy and poker player everyone and everything played their role! with some of those roles identities i would be happy to leave for the rest of my life! but the game never stopped there. (during those days, i was felling that i am living in the matrix, like the movie- really hooked by that movie(the other was inseption)- now really hooked by dualism-solipsism and i wonder what's more to come!) ---- i was too dumb to get hooked by philosophy during this game i was extremely sleep deprived,with my neighbours banging their door constantly every 2 hours(the truth is something inside my mind made me feel this like it was real) ,torture is the right word (lose the part that make me reason and question, just play the game) anti psychotic drugs had no effect whatsoever and after this game stopped ,it took me another 2-3 years to get to this point today that's why everything is unreal, a construct... only me noticing after all these years past!.. when consciousness shifted that's why i don't need therapist unborntao .. i just need to face what i am experiencing my future is fixed.. have not experienced it yet.. and with suicide out of the way , maybe all this will have a happy ending god showed me His presence and i have to respect that.. too many thing , too fast happened after my awakening (looks like i got carried away) the whole mind state i am in(way different than anyone else) is what i need for the realisation part writing all of these is my grounding, not to be kicked out of this forum unborntao what a dream! what a show! what a game! fucking everywhere,anyone,anytime this is the real grounding i think .. eventually .. all comes down to... you want to experience this? experience it you want to die? just die and i the end i was saved by humans! (not quite i guess) what a drama! its fucking everywhere.. in me , in you (be the loser!, much more to learn in the end) that's the only way to quit the game! ok, and after all some of you will still say that i need grounding... i need the groundless ground! (really hooked by this!)(better search it in chatgpt and figure out what it really means) only if could feel it! imagine! and after some more thinking... guess i am just building a solid imagination(never had one) after a long time .... 1500 views.. that's impressive! i am really not making this shit up i guess most of you will grasp it as a Fery tail others like a shit show and the wise ones don't want to spoil it hello anyone watching? or i am way more stupid than i think i am lets have a vote.. what does the Audience say after a while... realised that (furthermore) that trying to fix my emotion is hardest part of all stop being a jerk is a good step... i am on to this

@machinegun I'd sign up to government assisted suicide and never reincarnate fuck humanity fucking disgusting

thanks judy2 for your post thanks for being part of my dream, hope all the best for you,truly its nice to hear kind words in my case the awakening happened last .. after all i been through all those years(first lose the garbage and then) everything happened in the right moment and the right time maybe in your case , you weren't ready yet (only you can realise it when your ready) i guess in your case.. the feelings you experienced got you confused, you needed to have clarity first anyway ... just enjoy what was given to you, if you feel there are still mental issues left.. fight them to the end, play life (sorry i am too meshed up to read all your post in this forum, and look what's happening in your case) it looks like feelings are the deepest iluzion human experiences (including love, despite what everybody talks about in spirituality) (your inner child is love(i felt this in my dreams), not god) (big words i am telling...too stupid thing to do) i talked to chatgpt about this situation im in.. it said that all is part of my illness, that i need grounding and shamanic guidance and support(as ramasta9 quoted earlier) and many more ... same things i am about to hear from any therapist but i have the clarity needed now to realise that all those thing are part of the mind game! my dream has evolved!.. i feel more lucid day by day i have made the choice to respect myself ... not ChatGPT or any therapist with a iq 130 (getting there day by day-i need more wisdom)and gods help(by rewiring-reorganising my brain) ,i think i can manage things thanks again judy2 thanks god but i want out by the way ... god told me i am dead already... that's even more confusing! and made me feel what the word -suicide- feels like,(to protect me maybe) god wants to play.. i want out (where really?) and one last thing... all of this thinks i experienced can not be handled by normal human person.. the mind will collapse, break and lead to mendal ilness (as far as i can tell-there are exceptions) (all sorts of feeling arise out of no ware and confusion dictates- leads to breakdown) - i experience this myself for a brief moment.. god intervened by making a loud sound , and stopped me from total madness even now god stops my dreams turn psychotic.. by wakening me in the right time no sleep for me... haven't slept (resting sleep)for 10 years... thinks getting better after my awakening though god .. i surrender! (maybe one day all those things i am writing will look silly... and EVERYTHING will make sense.. in this dream?) i am sure everything will make sense one day.. thats the hope i have left! and hope dies last i hadn't any clue even what the word spirituality even means one month before my awakening! i guess what's left to do is fix me-god duality (i am deeply suffering about this) maybe peace is the right thing to do and after 20 min of thinking... realised that i have to kiss myself goodbye! what a fucking drama i am experiencing! gods call: save the drama for your mama

@Leo Gura, you mentioned that "Marxists have no clue how to replace this system with something better.". You are right, because they usually suggest removing the market (the distributed computational engine of value), which leads to the stagnation, as @Daniel Balan describes. But the defenders of capitalism are missing the physics of the situation. Capitalism is the best system for a world with infinite frontiers. It is a suicide machine for a world with planetary boundaries. We are currently undergoing a phase transition from the first world to the second. When resources were effectively infinite, capitalism optimized for growth and innovation. It beat feudalism (order) and communism (central planning) because it processed information faster. We are now hitting the "vertical cost curve" of a closed system (climate, demographics, war). In this environment, capitalism’s optimization function; capital accumulation via externalization, becomes a generator of existential risk. It incentivizes "free-riding" on planetary stability. In the best case scenario, the next system won't be a return to central planning. It will be a regenerative market economy. It keeps the price signal (the engine) but changes the objective function (the goal): Instead of maximizing GDP (throughput), it maximizes integration (system health). It can use asset-backed currencies to make planetary healing more profitable than extraction. It can use unconditional economic floors ((Adaptive)UBI) to solve the precarity trap without seizing the means of production. We don't need to "smash capitalism." We need to patch the kernel so it optimizes for planetary stability instead of relative gain.

@Miguel1 imma write this and go to bed, but tomorrow I'm looking forward to reading all of you guys' thoughts From what I've seen, she might have useful stuff for people who are on the brink of suicide. I personally know someone that claims Teal's videos helped her in not making that decision. But honestly, I think Teal is too lost in her own imagination with some stuff. She claims she has extra sensory perceptions, which.. fair enough. But then she makes claims about different types of aliens. And also about AI being a sort of being from another dimension.. She keeps having opinions about how WW3 is already happening blabla. She told some person attending a retreat that their friend (or someone else) is possessed by an alien ... where muh epistemology at? 😆 I seeing a lot of new agers parroting this type of stuff, and I suspect a lot of it originates from her. People that follow her tend to believe she is a super special being, sent to be a sort of high level priestess of this world, and I think she perpetuates this narrative. Also I personally found some of her ideas about trauma, and therapy harmful for my journey. But probably that's not on her, but on me. So I am currently finding too much of her content wacky, schizophrenic and not nuanced enough. Too much noise vs signal.

The very rich can avoid heavy taxation in the EU also. Sweden has more millionaires and billionaires as percentage of population than the US. The rich live worse in the US than the EU. It doesn't matter how rich you are if the roads are shit, public transport is shit, urbanism is shit, most food products are shit, everyone around you is just a working zombie who takes drugs just to not suicide. How cna you keep your millions in your bank account when you hear people around you working to death in order to pay for their past medical bills? France is the example of socialism gone wrong, the state borrowing money in order to pay pensions and benefits.

Please tone down the spiritual showboating ..these are extremely nuanced matters we are discussing . No such thing as "I already died ". Ego death is one thing and physical death is another thing . You did not die physically before (im not talking about reincarnation. Im talking as this particular human James123). Therefore you have no idea what it's like . How do you know death is painful like putting your hand on fire ? Some people take a whole bottle of sleeping pills and go to bed and never wake up again (easy painless suicide).