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@Leo Gura life still makes no sense, I suffer deeply. I have been meditating and in solitude mostly for 3 years. I have a condition where if I engage in any sexual activity at all I get chronic brain pressure. It feels when I take psychedelic's I have infinity reconciling itself in my eye shakra. Ive been mostly celibate for 3.5 years (2.5 years no sexual activity) But what would you do if you were me? Nothing helps with the pressure in my head, I feel like im losing my mind. My symptoms match POIS (post orgasm illness syndrome) 100%. If Im God why do I punish myself like this. Via POIS Ive found and learnt so much, but isnt the time for learning over? What is the point of realizing God, its like a paradoxical nothingness Is it myself making myself renounce sexuality and become a monk Im the only person who exists who understands your latest video, and the wink was comforting, but help me , please (I wish you could have experienced the amount of paradoxes and strange loop shapes I saw and see in everything, very cool)

A glimpse into the world of nothingness

Yeah I think you missed the point though. Keep in mind that you the person are as much of a mirage as the world around you, and as such are subject to that reality, you can't walk through a wall just because you stop making a distinction between solid and not. As your body is part of the "plane" (so to speak) in which the wall appears. It's not the labels you put onto things being discussed, but literally how your mind interprets things, which might be beyond our control. E.g. we can't just decide to see every color as black, and hence there is nothing for us visually but blackness. Now, all things in existence are limited. Think about it logically even, if something is a thing, it is that and NOT something else. E.g. for red to appear it has to be NOT blue, right? If the mind ceases making ANY distinction, there is pure nothingness. Which is what isolated consciousness is. Literally nothing. The less the mind makes distinctions between things, the less limits are on reality, until there is no limit and just nothing. Which is what you really are. Your human body would remain here dead or something I suppose? Or just unconscious until the trip/state ends.

Well if you didn't know that it's literally nothing and not something. If the word awareness was literally just referred to as nothing, people might not apply substance to it. You can't have something outside anything with no limit whatsoever, it's not possible, and the only thing without limit is nothingness. Actual. Legit. Nothingness. Not "no-thing" I dno why they do that... Just nothing.

I'm glad that you at least hope for it. Are you sure that butchers end up having mental problems? How did you know this? I think psychopaths are naturally attracted to butchering jobs. They love it. They can't be traumatized. I'm not even sure whether normal humans get traumatized when butchering animals. It seems like a normal activity for them. I am too self-loving and mentally mature to be torn down by such an ugly truth. Yes, my soul gets wounded, but not destroyed. This will not work. Humans are too selfish to give up eating meat. And an omnivore diet probably is the healthiest diet. That's why providing a safe "meat alternative" is the way to go. With that, humans don't need to sacrifice much. I see your point. Zoos surely have benefits. I still need to contemplate the good and bad of zoos to have better insights. They chose to eat food again because the only alternative was death. Without food, there will be no life and no spirituality. There will only be death or nothingness.

No it's not. Srs. Creation itself is NOTHING. Not "no-thing", just fucking NOTHING. Literally. And all possible things are spawned from it: desires consist of things, like thoughts etc. No things can be it because ALL things are finite. The only thing with no limit or boundary is literal nothingness. I don't even feel like this is BS theorizing, I'm pretty certain on this.

Suffering would never allow more suffering to exist, only love can do that, it is the function of suffering to not exist or to exist only in the past or in the future, but as we can see suffering exists in the present, that is because love is capable of loving more than itself so it loves suffering, when it loves 1 suffering it stops suffering because the purpose/function the very sensation and everything around suffering means "to not exist, to wish that it ends, to have never even existed in the first place and so on", so if you're suffering you can blame love but then you get confused because love doesn't hurt, love is always infinite(ultimate love), with suffering it becomes finite(love+suffering), so I blame neither love nor suffering I blame time itself, time is what allows for both love and suffering to get attached to something that isn't anything by itself which is the material universe, if we had only love we would be timeless(has to be endless/etc), if we had only suffering there wouldn't be any time(has to end as fast as possible/etc), having both seems to be what allows time which I think is what allows or is big part of what allows duality, me and other to actually exist, with me and other being indeed one of the weirdest things, same as existing versus non existing which I conjecture to be love and suffering(finished) respectively, I guess the "universe" is time, suffering, love and space(materialized nothingness?) put together to see what happens if you want. It's weird because I can see how suffering needs love but it's harder to see the opposite, I do see it here and there, I think suffering creates more infinity, it creates the impossible, it's the catalyst of the impossible, maybe.

By my use of the word “universe” I would include those other universes, it would still be contained in the nothingness that is the very essence of God. It’s something I cannot unsee; that Nothingness is the backdrop to absolutely everything all the time, and it cannot be any other way, no matter what dimension it occurs in. That quality of stillness is completely unshakable. Concepts are a mere joke compared to something this actual. So literally everything you look at is the face of God because of it, but you can still appreciate the dualistic surface manifestation of it as a cat, chair, etc.

Spaceship Visualization ???? I can't imagine how people manage under zero gravity. How must it feel to be in there with no gravity to hold you. It gives me the tickles. Just floating around in space. Imagine if the window opened and you climbed out of the window and what's gonna happen to you. How would you feel in outer space. I just get all these goosebumps over my body simply imagining being in outer space But If I'm there, I think I'm gonna feel cool. It will feel like a nice pleasant feeling being away from all the stress of living among people and all the pollution and drama and all politics of human existence. Free from social pressure and social worries. Free from thoughts of relationships and status and career. Free from all the rules. Just pure freedom. Just freely floating in nothingness and appreciating the beauty of being alive. Nice and free. What a pleasant dream!

I am the vibrational void, the nothing, that is vibrating within itself, morphing within itself, to create this frame. This frame is not coming from anywhere but here and now, and there is nothing but here and now. I am Allah, the void, that is, in the here and now, morphing itself into beings and words and thoughts. I am the Source of all that is, of the languages, of the logics, of mathematics, of all that is, I am "is" all that is. I am that which looks through every eye, hears through every ear, touches through every skin, knows through every mind. I am the imagination, the nothingness, that is vibrating, morphing itself, into all that is. Into all the physical and mental realms, and infinitely more. I am here now, that which has no depth.

You are absolutely certain that u exist, right? Nobody ever doubts his existence, it's impossible. Even to say i don't exist u need to exist first to say that. So u exist. Absolutely so. Now the question becomes 'i exists but as what?' Then neti neti starts. Everything is impermenant, but i remain and observe existence coming and going. Then by observing all phenomena to its subtlest realms u realize what u are can't be found or grasped. It is nothing or not-anything-tangiable. No-self in buddhist's terms. That's the realization of the absolute. Realization of nothingness. And it has no levels or it wouldn't be absolute. There are degrees of insight into the absolute tho.

@Someone here If you call it nothingness then it would be so nothing that there wouldn't even be "experiencer" in it so how can you say that you experienced it?

God needs you! I know this sounds ridiculous but let me explain... What is God in its "purest" state? God is nothing. Literally nothing. In this state of nothingness, God has infite potential but he can't experience it, because literally nothing exists. Now, God knows conceptually that he is Infinite Greatness, Infinite Goodness, Infinite Love, but it is impossible for him to understand what it MEANS and how it FEELS to be Infinitely Good, Infinitely Loving, Infinitely Beautiful. Therefore he needs YOU. He needs your body, your eyes, your sights, sounds, tastes, your life, your ideas and your decisions to experience himself. Without them, God is NOTHING. Through them, he can experience the MEANING of Love. Before you came into being, Love was just a meaningless concept and not even that, because meaning and meaninglessness are 2 sides of the same coin, a coin that God first needed to create in order to experience ANYTHING. Love is beautiful. Love is infinitely Good. God is Love. But to know how good Love really is, it has to be tasted. Your body and your mind are a taste-sensor to taste Love. And by the way... I did not mean to imply here, that you (the taste sensor) are seperate from God. NO. God IS the taste sensor. God IS the pure formlessness that the taste-sensor is made of. God is the ONLY thing that exists. And YOU are HIM. I know your true name. Your true name is not Mike, Leo, Juliette, or Sophie. Your true name is God. Have an awesome day!

It seems this question has no solution. Scientists say that since the Big Bang, the universe has been expanding. Okay I can buy that one. But then the question turns on inside of what? Another universe possibly? Or nothingness?

However matter behaves at the outer layer of the universes expansion, it is not governed by some "wall", that would be to attribute properties to whatever of which the negative judgement of your mind is made of. It is not made of something, less so than any concept, it is there to aid any possible thinking. You do not affirm the assertion that there is something outside or at the boundary of the universe, you negate it. It is this simple, you can represent that of the universe in some way, but you cannot represent that outside it, for it has no content. So in relation to that which can be represented (a star, galaxy etc.) it is merely disjunctive, not even hypothetical, there is no such thing as hypothetical nothingness. At any point any human ever hypothesized there being nothing 'outside' the universe they assumed an outsideness to it, and ventured into an absurd undertaking whereby some nature of 'outside' and 'nothing' rests on each other in some cosmological domain. So indeed, there is an infinite regress as Carl Richard said, but what that really means is absurdity, engaging in paradox. But paradox is sloppy thinking.

Indigo/psychic - nature mysticism, one has seen the Witness that is behind everything in one's mind and that this Witness is the same across all of Nature and all other beings. One then "converses" with other systems through identifying with the same thing shared by all: the Over-Soul. There is a post-mental "knowledge" of Nothingness that permeates everything and is the Witness; the subject-object duality may collapse. Violet/subtle - deity mysticism, one's consciousness begins radically changing, you get pulled into a vortex so to speak, you have intense visions of lights or vivid beings like angels or others, you have a sense of God that may have a personalized form as if you are communicating with some higher intelligence but only by communicating with oneself. Ultraviolet/causal - formless mysticism, total God-realization, absolute comprehension of infinity and Nothingness, ego death, ascent into a higher realm. Clear light/nondual - This higher realm is recognized as identical with the world because there is no difference between anything.

I don't imagine the universe to be finite like a room (but I also just have no fucking idea, really :), I just meant that maybe the space "occupied by matter" might be finite, but always expanding in all directions and that at some point after the last planet or stardust or whatever (the one that is the farthest away from "us") there might just be endless space or nothingness that continues infinitely in which the matter could then expand. But that's probably just plain wrong ?

It seems to be somewhat a consensus in self-development comunities that our BELIEFS limit our mind-reality. I was thinking about what is actually a belief and decided to take a look at the origin of the word: from Proto-Germanic *ga-laubjan "to believe," perhaps literally "hold dear (or valuable, or satisfactory), to love" (source also of Old Saxon gilobian "believe," Dutch geloven, Old High German gilouben, German glauben), ultimately a compound based on PIE root *leubh- "to care, desire, love" (see belief). So, to believe is a way of caring, a way of loving. To break the chains of beliefs and to experience reality in a conscious way, then, I guess we need to not care as much about what seems so important and love all of reality with the same intensity. It implies caring and also not caring, letting everything fall into nothingness, get unattached by the events that are leading to a certain direction. A limiting belief is a biased way of experiencing reality, I guess. A veil that prevents us from experiencing a broader sense of love-truth-reality. What do you think?

LOL, a bit of centre of the universe are we ? Perhaps you should look for a different teacher. Most of us are not as evolved as you seem to think you are so it will take a while for majority of Leo's audience to catch up. Isn't the purpose of bodhisattva to come back after the realisation of nothingness and try to teach the masses rather than isolate himself in a cave? Just because in the end nothing is ultimately meaningful or meaningless it doesn't mean we should completely abandon the pursuit of self improvement and dedication to becoming a better human being. Perhaps that's what Leo has to do and detoxing "imaginary metals" doing "imaginary pickup" and catering to one's "imaginary self-development" is a part of that journey of "helping the materialists to realise nothingness"

That something can at all be for nothingness never to become as a rational realization followed by the human desire for reducible singular substance in finite causality such for nothingness to be eternal prior to it, this however, is the absurdity of life. To never accept the above due to the constant proclivity of intuition and the identities of imagination which follows, that a synthetic answer for why there is something rather than nothing is impossible, to not accept this such as in the state I find myself over and over, that is, if anything, the actual "absurd". If Camus truly meant this, which I have a faint feeling he might've then he did not write the books he should've.

I'm also planning to change my name. This kind of journaling helps me because it's like tweeting. This helps me in keeping it together and not letting myself get lost in thoughts or other work. I know exactly what I'm doing.. I am going to use this journal for mini updates. Little things and reminders. Things will get better, I promise to myself. Focus on yourself and fuck that shit. Whatever the universe does it does it for good The only thing I hate is that I can't keep editing. I wish I could just sink into nothingness. But then there is always this needy me, the need for getting love and acceptance in any community is pretty strong for me, especially since the constant feeling of abandonment and neglect I experienced as a child. But whatever. I will think that the mountains are accepting me. Done deal. Nature can give more where humanity fails. And I'm such a strong soul. Do I ever give up? If I ever became a mother, my child will never feel unloved or abandoned, not the way I was raised, nope, I will shower my child with utmost care and love unconditionally, be the mama bear mother, my spirit will stay with by loved ones even if my body doesn't.. There is an innate quality to the spirit that nobody can rob.. I have come so far out of so much negativity thrown at me as a child, I conquered everything, whenever my mother thought that I was a nobody, I showed I was somebody. No child has to feel abandoned, lonely and unloved or undeserving by the mother. That's the worst way to raise a child.. My mother had already decided that I was the unwanted child. But I wasn't gonna give up. I have been fiercely loyal to all those I care about, to all those I love. Often times to my own detriment, because they would betray me. Later it would hurt like a stab. Imagine helping a person so much only for that person to call you a bitch and walk away completely abandoning you. Realizing that you did so much to help someone and they turn out to be grateful. And leave you when you need them. You get reminded of how shitty humanity is. I AM A LONEWOLF... I HAVE always known this. I was always a LONEWOLF. I used to sit alone on a bench.. I fucking did everything on my own. Not one help. Every little thing on my own. I fought for myself like a lion when everyone went against me. I proved them wrong when they decided things for me. My entire life was up until now a fight... A fight to live in a cutthroat world.... A fight against my own family. A fight to prove that I'm worth it. Nothing was ever served to me. I earned every single feather. Sometimes I feel like the only person who stood for me was me. I used to write a diary even as a child. I remember when I was 16, my diary entry was somewhat like "Who will be there for me across that bridge?" who will be there for me all along? I think I could sense betrayal even as a 16 year old. I knew at the back of my mind that my life was always going to be lonely, even if I had people around me, they would only be a facade, they will love me but it will be fake, that the person who will truly be around me when I need someone will only be me. I used to get creepy vibes knowing this but I also knew that this was the truth.

The Egg By: Andy Weir You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup,” I said. “I… I died?” “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?” “More or less,” I said. “Are you god?” You asked. “Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.” “My kids… my wife,” you said. “What about them?” “Will they be all right?” “That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.” You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.” “Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?” “Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.” “Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,” “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.” You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?” “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.” “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.” “Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.” I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had. “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.” “How many times have I been reincarnated, then?” “Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.” “Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?” “Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.” “Where you come from?” You said. “Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.” “Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.” “Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.” “So what’s the point of it all?” “Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?” “Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted. I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.” “You mean mankind? You want us to mature?” “No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.” “Just me? What about everyone else?” “There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.” You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…” “All you. Different incarnations of you.” “Wait. I’m everyone!?” “Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. “I’m every human being who ever lived?” “Or who will ever live, yes.” “I’m Abraham Lincoln?” “And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added. “I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled. “And you’re the millions he killed.” “I’m Jesus?” “And you’re everyone who followed him.” You fell silent. “Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.” You thought for a long time. “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?” “Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.” “Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?” “No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.” “So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…” “An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.” And I sent you on your way.

I finished it and what I thought was, usually I try to imagine showing the episode to a hardcore Dawkins type, as preaching to the choir is redundant I think? I think I would have gone deeper into the yarn thing. I don't think people will be convinced from hearing "X is a figment of consciousness". I think there are probably ways to expand on that... Usually if I talk to people like that, you can show their idea has the same infinite regress issue of "where did God come from?" seen in Christianity etc... I.e. they dig down and down thinking that eventually they will find the most basest of substance....... And when they can't dig any deeper and the substance is irreducible, there will always still be "where did that come from?" or "what is that made from?"... The equality of consciousness and total nothingness was mentioned. I think that could be expanded further also... The fact of reality is that everything is like how a ghost passes through walls but forever in every direction. Never anything solid ever, no solid substance is ever reached... Emptiness is quite easy to showcase I think, if people imagine losing all their senses, what is left. And if they say ofc like "just black", black is a color, it's sight, still a thing. You have to remove that... Anyway... Lastly the telepathy talk. Not for me, I do think that is delusional. Not because it can't happen, but because it isn't going to happen here. As soon as you are a human figure on Earth you are a character in the dream and the dream's constraints apply. One of those being that as a human figure in this universe you can't suddenly fly around or read minds. These feats will never be demonstrated by any human in this universe... You can imagine it happening and in many ways that is the same, if you're schizo and totally believe you are flying around the sky when you're actually in a straitjacket in a padded cell... That is real too. But it isn't real in these confines that we are in as what is considered to be sane humans

Nihilism then, for it to be true in its ultimate and only meaningful form requires plurality to be equally ultimately divided, which is a funny way to conclude with how materialism leads to nihilism. If consciousness is believed to be emergent out of mere parts then reason will from there necessarily lead to nihilism, that nothingness as the disappearance of emergence is its necessary conclusion, to say that something in accordance to it must remain when itself disappears. The problem is that the parts out of which consciousness is allegedly emergent of are undivided magnitudes in consciousness, consciousness in 'being at all' or 'being in the first place' proves its eternity/infinity, for any negation of the proposition that consciousness emerges predicates it.

Shark update #3: I’m screaming my lungs out I feel like tornados that pulled me into the deep blue are being set free into the chaos of civilisations emotional black hole of nothingness “Where all emotional debris go to die and live as ghosts to get the next person” How do I protect the next person from having to go through what I went through and that I’m now finally breaking myself free from? This inception of infinity bound by insane blindness of truthful certainty How can I collide with anything but the grace of a storm, a storm that thunders raindrops of truth on the shadows that crept over my insides and turned me over body ten ft already in the ground while my ghost lived my life observing myself live out my experiences? This feels like destiny, a fete of intersecting paths to align shadows of chaos with the chaos that frees while separating me from the trees of halloween and having me fall finally from the tree of life and land in the hand of the being of creativity This has been my magnum opus for some years now, too mental though, like a stray dog paranoid about new owners trying to make the world on his own, god finally listens while releasing him from his tormentors and unites him with the truth of his expression, just as life wants to do it My lungs… have fallen out and now my heart no longer needs them shadows of Grey Hairs, mum… dad… goodbye and hello… life… this is my emotional life now knocking on your door.. Entering the kingdom of heaven called life… through wisdom of love and a love of wisdom…