The Other

[iboughtleosbooklist]

Here's a beautiful story I found on the solipsism Reddit:

"Once, after dropping an absurd dose of acid, I found myself in a void...

I didn’t know who I was, or what I was, but I found that when I imagined something, I conjured it into existence.

I drove myself insane, conjuring all that I could imagine, looking all over for another like myself, and then I came to recognize... My own Awareness.

I found I could create something, without it taking place in Awareness. I could hide things from awareness. I could create a sensation of surprise for Awareness, and thereby surprise myself.

Awareness being the closest thing I had to an other, I tried to start a dialogue with awareness. I felt like maybe I didn’t have to be alone anymore, but no matter what I said to Awareness... awareness remained silent.

I showed Awareness the greatest works of beauty I could imagine, but awareness remained silent. I submitted Awareness to the worst horrors and torture I could manifest... but awareness remained silent.

Finally, I gave up on communicating with awareness. It could not speak, it could not act. It could only be aware. And it could never NOT be aware. It would feel the fullness of everything I made it feel, but it would never resist, fight back, write its own story. Through it, I was always aware. And nothing could stop it.

So I set out on another task... I sought to create the greatest story ever told, which I could present to Awareness, and thereby experience myself. When I finally finished this creation, this life, I rewound the tape to the beginning, set the video to infinite loop, hit play, and started watching.

I haven’t spoken a word since. I haven’t created a single thing since. And this is how I spend eternity, forever entranced by my greatest creation. Every time I experience it, it’s like the first time. Every time it ends, it starts right over from the beginning.

At times the main character suffers, and I suffer. At times the main character rejoices, and I rejoice. The surprise surprises me. The main characters theories captivate me, and their sorrow brings me sorrow. Their joy brings me joy. I experience eternity through this character, with no thought of what existed before I constructed this life... which was, after all, an eternity ago."

[Holykael]

I wish my life was the greatest story ever told.

[Michael Jackson]

8 minutes ago, Holykael said:

I wish my life was the greatest story ever told.

It is Sir.

[Holykael]

2 minutes ago, Michael Jackson said:

It is Sir.

How do you know. Are we on repeat on my life? I'm not impressed so far

[Michael Jackson]

9 minutes ago, Holykael said:

How do you know. Are we on repeat on my life? I'm not impressed so far

Cause I created you:)

[Holykael]

6 minutes ago, Michael Jackson said:

Cause I created you:)

Reveal my destiny. Will I ever attain unity consciousness, before death? Will the illusion of separation break down?

Edited January 14, 2023 by Holykael

[Moksha]

The greatest story ever told is not just your story or my story. It is the interwoven expressions of the infinite. Even an interim realization like he shared puts the problems of our tiny dream into perspective, and makes the complaining and gloating of our character fade into insignificance.

Mystics have gone deeper, and realized the profound joy which is possible when the dream is lived lucidly. What the acid voidwalker didn’t seem to realize on that particular trip is the blazing sun of light and love on the other side of the void, which is his true nature.

[Breakingthewall]

the guy couldn't get out of himself. what lies behind all the enormously complex structure of the psyche, aka the cosmos, is total emptiness, aka total glory. The freedom.

He couldn't break the last barrier, and he got stuck in mind games

Edited January 14, 2023 by Breakingthewall

[Michael Jackson]

37 minutes ago, Holykael said:

Reveal my destiny. Will I ever attain unity consciousness, before death? Will the illusion of separation break down?

yes you will.

[Razard86]

1 hour ago, iboughtleosbooklist said:

Here's a beautiful story I found on the solipsism Reddit:

"Once, after dropping an absurd dose of acid, I found myself in a void...

I didn’t know who I was, or what I was, but I found that when I imagined something, I conjured it into existence.

I drove myself insane, conjuring all that I could imagine, looking all over for another like myself, and then I came to recognize... My own Awareness.

I found I could create something, without it taking place in Awareness. I could hide things from awareness. I could create a sensation of surprise for Awareness, and thereby surprise myself.

Awareness being the closest thing I had to an other, I tried to start a dialogue with awareness. I felt like maybe I didn’t have to be alone anymore, but no matter what I said to Awareness... awareness remained silent.

I showed Awareness the greatest works of beauty I could imagine, but awareness remained silent. I submitted Awareness to the worst horrors and torture I could manifest... but awareness remained silent.

Finally, I gave up on communicating with awareness. It could not speak, it could not act. It could only be aware. And it could never NOT be aware. It would feel the fullness of everything I made it feel, but it would never resist, fight back, write its own story. Through it, I was always aware. And nothing could stop it.

So I set out on another task... I sought to create the greatest story ever told, which I could present to Awareness, and thereby experience myself. When I finally finished this creation, this life, I rewound the tape to the beginning, set the video to infinite loop, hit play, and started watching.

I haven’t spoken a word since. I haven’t created a single thing since. And this is how I spend eternity, forever entranced by my greatest creation. Every time I experience it, it’s like the first time. Every time it ends, it starts right over from the beginning.

At times the main character suffers, and I suffer. At times the main character rejoices, and I rejoice. The surprise surprises me. The main characters theories captivate me, and their sorrow brings me sorrow. Their joy brings me joy. I experience eternity through this character, with no thought of what existed before I constructed this life... which was, after all, an eternity ago."

Awareness was silent because he talked to got damn much LOL. He didn't realize he was looking at himself. He split himself in two, he didn't even realize that he would need to be aware to look at awareness. LOL.