Leo's Blog: Infinite Insights — Page 101

This is a little bonus that goes along with my Understanding Absolute Infinity - Part 1 video.

This will help you wrap your mind around what infinity means.

Mainstream conversations about God are absurd.

Here's a prime example. This guy wrote an entire book about God but has no idea what the word "God" points to. Yet he writes a book talking about how this concept of "God" evolved.

Well, sorry... but you can't understand how the concept evolved unless you understand that God is not a concept! That's like trying to explain the evolution of dinosaurs by studying the depictions of dinosaurs in Hollywood movies starting from the 1920's.

God is Nothingness. The concept of God evolved because people are too closedminded and lazy to actually self-inquire and have a direct experience of what the word is pointing to. Because the actual thing is way too radical for people to swallow. So it needs to be dumbed-down to fit the de facto materialist paradigm of the culture. Even devoutly religious people are still totally locked into the materialist paradigm. Which is why God is depicted as a human avatar, why heaven is a physical Garden of Eden with white pearly gates, and why hell is a dark fiery cave full of demons with horns and pointy tails. Religion is just materialism on stilts. Because the human mind doesn't know how to compute true immaterialism. Religion is an aping of the actual immaterialism which dawns at the highest levels of human consciousness.

This interview is like two children talking. The ignorance of it blows my mind. And this book will probably be read by 100,000 people, this interview watched by thousands of people.

And then we wonder why society is so confused, conflicted, and ideological.

This is not a conversation about God, this is a conversation about the delusions of the delusions of God. It's like watching the 3 stooges. But the tragedy is that people don't understand its a comedy. Even the two actors don't understand it's a comedy! Lol.

And hey, I'm generally a fan of TYT. They do a great job of calling out the corporate legalized bribery of the American political system.

Socrates was executed for corrupting the youth of Athens.

Of course! Because all the aging minds of Athens were already closed. Aging minds are very careful to control the access of information that young minds have. Not to protect the youth, but to protect themselves from having their aging consensus overturned.

The whole game of society is: "Don't you dare undermine my reality... or I will kill you!"

What "corrupting the youth" really means is: "Stop shaking the boat you fool! I just got comfy."

Controlling the minds of the youth is a critical function of all of societies. That is the quiet, unspoken-of construction site where paradigms are laid like down like stone monuments. A quiet war rages in every society over which faction of aging minds gets to tell the youth what is real.

Here's the whole secret to this game: the youth will believe the first thing you tell them.

So it's a race to who's first to whisper in their ear.

Imagine an alternative universe — Storyland — in which there is no matter, no time, no space. There are no laws of physics. Instead, there are just stories. Every being here has a story because stories are all there are. Here, you aren't merely a being WITH a story, you ARE one of the stories, because stories are the only building blocks of reality. Here, if it's not a story, it simply cannot be. So if you want to have matter, or time, or space, or physical laws, you must invent them — as stories!

In such a universe, the major preoccupation of all beings would be defending their stories, because, well… their life literally depends on it. After all, you don't want to de-materialize, do you? In Storyland, the greatest danger to a being would be the unraveling of his story. That would be the definition of death: the end of my story. In such a universe, all beings would be deathly afraid of anything that might lead to the unraveling of their story. Such beings would gather together to co-create collective stories to make their individual stories seem more solid. These beings would form groups to fight one another, both ideologically and physically, in order to defend the "reality" of one collective story over another. In this universe, one town's collective story would threaten the reality of the neighboring town's collective story. And so they would go to war because their very sense of existence would hinge on it. Here, culture would be king. Culture wouldn't merely be a collection of preferences and opinions, it would be a matter of life and death.

To such beings, stories wouldn't appear as "merely stories". Nor would be they be called "stories". No, no, no. Stories would be considered, and called, REALITY! Such beings would never dare to speak or even think of the possibility that stories are anything but REALITY, because stories are the only kind of reality here. So, if ever a being came along who said, "Listen here, my fellow beings! What you call REALITY is just a story." The first thing his fellow beings would want to do is kill him. Failing that, they would put him into an insane asylum. Failing that, they would gag him. Failing that, they would demonize him. Failing that, they would dismiss him as a nutcase. Failing that, they would agree with him by adopting a new story which says, "Our reality is a just a story, like that guys says." But even so, they would continue running that story. Their minds simply could not bear to actually stop creating stories because to do so would be suicide.

Sound familiar??

Well… Ta-da! That is our universe!

It's the only kind of universe that could possibly exist! Time, space, physics, brains, objective reality, mathematics, science, etc. are all just part of the story you're defending, you see? And the notion that these are not a story but REALITY, is itself just another story! String a couple of stories together like that and you've literally got yourself a reality!

Now you object, "But Leo! Who is telling this story?"

The notion that there needs to be a "who" — a subject — is just another story!

So you object, "But Leo! Where is the story taking place?"

The notion that there needs to be a place — a where — is just another story!

So you object, "But Leo! How are these stories possible in the first place?"

The notion that there needs to be a "how", is just another story!

So you object, "But Leo! Why is there something rather than nothing?"

The notion that there is something rather than nothing, is just another story!

So you object, "But Leo! What are these stories made out of?"

Nothing! A story is something which is not.

So you object, "But Leo! How come it feels so REAL?"

Because there is nothing else to contrast it with.

You see? It's all a hallucination hallucinated by an infinite hallucination, all of it adding up to nothing — the only way anything can ever be.

And of course, all this is just another story ;)

Two lifelong friends are sitting at their favorite cafe on a lovely Sunday afternoon. They order coffees. They proceed to chat about life as they've done for years. The weather, politics, fishing, stocks, golf, how's the wife?, how's the kids?, what's for Thanksgiving?

Then, out of the blue, George says, "Hey, you know Bob... this morning I fucked your wife."

[a long pause as they look at each other.......]

[bursts of laughter]

[another pause....]

[more bursts of laughter]

Then, laughing he adds, "Yup, first I fucked her, then I killed her."

[another long pause........]

[more bursts of laughter]

"Yeah, ummm...... That's how it happened, Bob."

[more laughter]

[more laughter..................]

........

...???

And that's when it HITS! That sudden, instantaneous moment in which it first crosses Bob's mind that his friend might not be kidding.

"COME ON GEORGE! Cut it out! Now you've gone too far! No more jokes like that. For a second there you had me going, you o'l bastard!"

"Yeah, ummm..... I'm telling you how it is, Bob."

[more laughter.....]

"COME ON GEORGE! I said STOP IT! This isn't funny any more...."

[blank stare from George]

And now it hits Bob like a lightening bolt — WHAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMmmmm!!!! — HIS WIFE COULD ACTUALLY BE DEAD!

"NOW WAIT A GOD-DAMNED MINUTE HERE GEORGE!!! You get straight with me RIGHT NOW! No more of your STUPID games!!!!! Answer me straight: Are you kidding or being serious??!!!!!"

And George says, "What's the difference?"

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That's how it's like to discover that reality is absolutely groundless.

All of reality collapses in around you to the point where you no longer know if you were even born. And the key is: you ABSOLUTELY KNOW there is no difference.

And by the time you realize what happened, you're already dead.

I'm not joking ;)

Watched my girlfriend snort 28mg of 5-MeO-DMT.

She's not really into nonduality or enlightenment, so it was an interesting case-study. Well, she wasn't into it until now. LOL

She surrendered like a champ and it took her to — in her words — "PARADISE!!!!!!"

"PARADISE IS REAL!!!!! I CREATED THE WHOLE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Now she's busy watching YT videos, learning about enlightenment. LOL

One glimpse of God, and how quickly the tables turn.

"Leo, I need more 5-MeO!" LOL, yes... don't we all?

The curse of being a visionary is that your vision will forever exceed your ability to actualize. Because your time and energy is finite, but you as visionary are tapping into the infinite.

The solution: Learn to accept it. Learn to accept that 99% of all the greatest, most beautiful things you envision will go unactualized. It's as though you were an ant who found a breadcrumb the size of an elephant and tried to drag it back to your hive, wondering "Come on! Why isn't this working???" Haha! All this time you have been tearing your hair out trying to actualize the infinite via the finite without realizing you were attempting the impossible. The subtle will always outstrip the gross. Infinity it so infinite is eclipses you completely. You cannot even approximate an infinitesimal part of it.

Understand this: Your visions are the tip of an infinite iceberg. The majority of the beauty of reality must go unspoken. No one will know it unless they tap into it directly for themselves.

But this is only a problem if you look at it the wrong way. Teach yourself to see that this is the power of infinite intelligence inside you. In its formless state it is infinitely pregnant. The finite world will always only be a tiny sliver of that. But that is okay, because deep down you will cultivate such a deep connection with the formless that you will stop demanding it to all be actualized and made explicit via gross material forms.

Do not let yourself get overly concerned with the gross materialistic demands and expectations of the common herd. They are not visionaries. They look up they do not see. They know nothing of infinite potential.

Teach yourself to hold the formless as more fundamental, more primary, more true, and superior to the actualized finite. The source of your visions is nothing short of the invisible, intelligent engine responsible for the entire functioning of material reality. You have literally tapped into the mind of God. But good luck explaining this to a non-visionary. This must be a silent understanding between you and the universe (you). And that will be all that matters, since there exists nothing else outside that.

So ground yourself in yourself.

And then go out and work your ass off to actualize that 1% which is within your power. Compel us to see what you see. That is why you were born with eyes.

Here's a little bonus that goes with the The Topic Of Mindfuckery video.

Antichamber is a game designed to fuck your mind. You, as the nameless 1st person protagonist, are dropped into a complex of Escher-like rooms filled with strange-loopy puzzles that bend the laws of physics, geometry, and logic. To me it's a poem to how epistemology, metaphysics, logic, strange loops, nonduality, and infinity work.

I find it sad that as a culture we don't celebrate the mind fuck nearly enough. It is, after all, the very essence of our existence. And yet we bend over backwards to deny it.

Reality is a strange loop.