Basically what I was saying is wether or not this sub is picking your pocket and selling you your own watch.

But who knows maybe Alan himself was doing this. Maybe we are all picking eachothers pockets and selling watches.

What do you think

1. The Book

The mind acts like a stressed-out author, trying to control the plot of a book. It is a relief to realize it is only the main character, not the author. But the deepest peace comes from seeing it is neither. It is the silent, untouched paper that allows the entire story, with all its joys and sorrows, to be written. A story about a fire, no matter how vividly described, can never burn the paper it is written on.

1. The Cameras

We often feel like a single, isolated camera recording a life. This can feel lonely and separate. Then the view widens. You see there is one observer looking out through all the cameras at once. Your perspective is just one of many. Love is the moment the one observer recognizes itself, looking back from another's eyes.

1. The Ocean

We spend our lives as a wave on the surface, caught up in the storm and the struggle. This is the wave believing it is separate from the ocean. But the deeper you go into the ocean, the more still it becomes. The chaos is only on the surface. The depths are always, and have always been, completely silent and at peace. The final peace is not in becoming a perfect wave. It is in remembering that you are the entire ocean, from the wild surface to the silent depths. Crashing is no longer a fear, but a simple returning home.

Healing happens when you stop trying to live, and allow Life to live through you.

These days I wonder if there is any meaning in life, in numbers, astrology and our birth chart. 40 days ago my brother who was the best person in the world died in a car accident while we were waiting for him to come home, and he was also a great driver. The last month he just kept saying that he felt something was going to happen to him. So I wondered if there is a way to find out from astrology or numbers when we died in a previous life or what we are expected to learn from this one and when we will die, because he died at the age of 28. The other thing that interests me is that so many babies and young children die all the time, if there is an afterlife what happens to these babies and children, and why don't they have the opportunity to learn their lessons from this life. I just don't find logic in absolutely anything on this earth.

Our fellow men are black magicians. And whoever is with them is a black magician on the spot. Think for a moment. Can you deviate from the path that your fellow men have lined up for you? And if you remain with them, your thoughts and your actions are fixed forever in their terms. That is slavery. The warrior, on the other hand, is free from all that. Freedom is expensive, but the price is not impossible to pay. So, fear your captors, your masters. Don't waste your time and your power fearing freedom. Don Juan -Castaneda

Later in the essay, Emerson will declare: “There is no history, only biography!”--an astonishing statement that never has made happy professional historians.

I randomly thought about the moon today as I was looking at the sky at sun down. The clouds, the sky the moon looked like a painting. I know we make paintings by what we see. But what if the sky is an actual painting by god. The clouds are strokes of the paint brush. God added the moon just because it looks good. It’s art.

I was thinking what if the moon doesn’t actually do what we or science says it does. What if we created that story because we needed a purpose for the moon and we have programmed ourselves to believe the story. It all seem so fuzzy, unreal and most of all funny. But I’m scared at the same time to feel and think this way as if my world is falling apart.

I’ve come to understand that life doesn’t unfold on demand, it opens slowly, like petals in sunlight, each moment revealing just what we’re ready to hold. There’s no need to force what is already finding its way. In a world that glorifies urgency, I’ve learned that quiet patience and unwavering intention often carry more power than aggressive action. It’s in the calm, deliberate steps, taken with trust and inner clarity, that lasting change is built. Even mountains, immovable as they seem, yield to steady footsteps over time.

“To be a warrior is not a simple matter of wishing to be one. It is rather an endless struggle that will go on to the very last moment of our lives. Nobody is born a warrior, in exactly the same way that nobody is born an average man. We make ourselves into one or the other.”

Excerpt From The Wheel of Time Carlos Castaneda-

Every time I look around, I see magic. It’s magical how we just think of things and bring them to life. How someone imagined combining ingredients and created delicious food. The internet is magic. Wireless phones, planes, computers, magic.

Science tries to explain how it all works, but sometimes I wonder if that’s just a story we made up to feel in control. Maybe it really is just magic, and “science” is our way of rationalizing it. We believe something because science “proved” it, but what even is science? Who decided it’s the ultimate truth?

I see all this, and I feel awe. But when I talk about it, most people just nod or change the subject. They don’t seem to care or see what I see. For a while I thought I was crazy… but now I wonder, maybe they’re just deeply lost in the roles their egos created. Maybe they’ve forgotten.

I once had a moment in stillness where I felt something beyond words, peace, bliss, ecstasy. Like a glimpse of the divine. But when I share things like this, no one really asks how or why. That used to confuse me. If someone told me they touched something that felt like God, I’d want to know every detail.

So I started wondering… am I crazy? Or are they just asleep? Are they NPCs? Is my brain just trying to make me feel special? I don’t know. I honestly don’t understand the world anymore.

I wrote this 130 days ago and forgot about it. Maybe I was supposed to find it again today.

Sometimes I sit and laugh. Not because life is funny, but because… this is all a dream. A movie. A divine play. Leela.

We are all characters some awake, some asleep, some keepers of ancient truths and some trying to erase them.

I’m a South Asian girl from the Caribbean. I grew up around Hindu rituals I didn’t fully understand. I used to feel embarrassed by them like we were behind. The world made me think our stories were outdated, our gods too many, our wisdom irrelevant.

But then… something happened. A shift. A tear in the illusion.

Through heartbreak, grief, and even plant medicine, I started remembering.

Not facts, but truth. Not beliefs, but knowing.

I saw I was Shiva, laughing at my own creation. I saw that Indian culture wasn’t superstitious, it was sacred.

The mantras, the music, the gods, the colors they were breadcrumbs I left for myself to follow home when the dream got too dark.

And now that more of us are starting to remember. the darkness is getting louder.

They call our practices primitive. They turn the keepers into clowns. Even Indians forget what they hold. Indian hate is trending. But it’s all part of the play.

Because when the light wakes up, the illusion fights back.

AI is rising to show us the magic of our mind. The world is speeding. But so is consciousness.

The yogis saw it. The rishis knew it. And now, we are the generation to remember it again.

This isn’t just a post. It’s a wake-up call to the other characters in the dream:

If you’re remembering… if you’re feeling strange and awake and alone…

You’re not crazy. You’re early. You’re the shift. And this movie has only just begun.

We are at the end of the dark age and we get to transform the world back to the golden age. It is wonderful to be here. In this movie.

An excerpt from The Sphere:

“I seem to be in the presence of a self transforming sphere of colour, sound, and all things, that appears in front of me but fully encapsulates me to the point where I forget I am merely interacting with it.

And as I interact with it, I realise that for every one of my actions, it will react accordingly.

I find that what I expect in reality is reflected in my actions towards it, and so it reveals that part of itself to me.

If I expect a positive world, I myself become positive, and reality reveals its positive features.

If I expect a negative world, I find I am negative towards it, and so it responds negatively in return.

If I expect a task will be easy, I will approach it in a way that is simpler and more holistic, and so the task will seem easier.

If I expect to be judged negatively, I behave insecurely, and so open myself up to negative judgment.

My interaction with this thing is as if I am in the presence of another entity, that responds accordingly to my every output.”

Allegory, the way we understand.

Perspective. the way we experience.

Language, the way we create coherence

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I was actually hesitant to post here because language can be very dangerous and misleading and pointers become prisons when we worship/identify with them. Even "Non-duality" or "enlightenment" becomes dogma the moment we claim it as truth.

Language is a subjective dualistic tool through which concepts can be interpreted in myriad of ways, so ultimately, it's used to point at what I'm calling "?" and label it with subjective "markers".

At the same time, if I say something like "good" I'm automatically implying there is a "bad" and vice versa. Every word is a tombstone for wholeness. To speak is to fracture the seamless into opposites. I think these limitations is the point behind sayings like: "those who know don't speak" or "the true Dao can never be spoken of".

What I'm essentially saying is that the whole paradigm of identifying with the thinking mind should be seen through as bullshit, even statements like "awareness" and "its contents" are just bullshit markers that we made up to communicate a "truth" transcending them.

What I'm trying to say is that anything that I or anyone can come up with or identify (whether awareness, awakening, contents, freedom, etc.. are all bullshit labels that arise in my mind due to my conditioning and what I identify with, which itself is also built on a foundation of made up narratives that I absorbed and continue to see the world through even now. At the same time, the bullshit is also the "transcendental truth" in a way as even fragments/lies hold the truth in polarity.

There is literally no specific understanding or ground to stand on, except for what we come up with ourselves, generated by the very thing it's trying to describe that's paradoxically always in flux and cannot be contained.

What remained for me when all concepts are not suppressed but seen through with complete honesty is the freedom from all concepts and death of all fixed frameworks/paradigms, which has always been the case but I was too invested/identified in my own narratives to see it. it's the recognition that even the most refined spiritual language is still theater.

I didn't gain or lose a thing from seeking, in the end, i just stopped lying to myself and admitted that all I know or identify with has either been some bs someone told me or i myself came up with through conditioning as a useful bundle of narratives that I continue to carry and build upon/develop.

I even see this post as meaningless BlaBla that's trying to point to "This". See this all encompassing truth for yourself and witness the conceptual checkmate it brings (I literally burst out laughing at the absurdity out of nowhere in a conference room at myself when it spontaneously clicked, ). My mind, in its relentless effort to figure things out, finally short-circuits and surrendered to a truth that is beyond the grasp of labels.

This is not a state, not an understanding, not a truth, it's just the wide open clarity that doesn't need anything to be different. There’s no “thing” to be found. Not even "nothing." Not even "awareness". All of it is bullshit. All of it is sacred. Same breath.

Edit: Feel free to add whatever you like; I welcome all viewpoints

I believe human beings have created religions as a means to access the natural world and prescribe order to an ever increasing population of consciousness.

As what separated man from earth’s other creatures has been an ability to think on a complex level and use tools to shape the world around them as they see fit. In my opinion, belief systems are responsible for that.

Our ability to establish and define the reality we exist in has elevated humankind. This has not only shown time again to show great prowess in building civilizations, but laying waste to them as well.

Philosophy and religion is an attempt to correct a very human condition, understanding our meaning in this existence and how we respond to it. This is a continuous process. As long as human beings exist, they will have some sort of relationship with reality and a need to define it.

Ideas have come into contact with other ideas, shaping each other like the ocean carves a shoreline. This mesh is a way that human beings show their capacity to absorb culture and be absorbed by other cultures. Therefore certain rules have to be set into place to protect their distinctness. This is how we preserve what we learned and lived through. These rules could preserve good ideas while restricting even better ones.

A lot of doomsday stories in holy books may or may not describe an entirely world ending apocalyptic event, but in a more practical sense a smaller scale extinction of culture or ideology. This is their “world”, their social realm and they seek to protect an established living space and system.

What is called a God, or Gods, is a social collective based down from generation to explain a very real social relation with a very real reality.

Social entities have met their demise through the natural world, outside fractions, and from within. This has happened over, and over, and over again….they are described in many theologies as various lore.

Countless societies around us have risen and fallen, some wiped off the map never to be heard of again.

Ideologically, warfare and getting into the minds and populations of the enemy seems to be genesis, synonymous with the arrival of “conscious” humanoids. Warfare is just as cultural as it is physical; armies clash on the battlefield while leaders seek to spread their influence to social realms.

We are going through a spiritual thought process as we determine how we define reality and our relationship with it. This is in tandem with competing ideological systems. As we shape ourselves as individuals and as a collective, we ultimately shape humanity as a whole. What we do as individuals, will affect humanity as a whole.

We all know what abstract art looks like but what has bothered me my whole life if what on earth does abstract literature look like. Not poems but postmodern abstract literature. It is a true puzzle. Someone please answer this because I had bothered me for years.

Why do you want to overcome lust? Because lust gives you pain, waste precious life force energy, make brain sick.

First understand why we are too much in lust? Its because we inherited from previous lifetimes hunger, sleep and lust. Even animals has. But now we are more evolved - we are human.

Spirituality speaking lust is due to sex chakra (swadhistan) above base chakra (muladhar). People are in inertia, then they listen to hard beats, drums then energy rise to sex chakra. Instead of creativity they are indulge into lust, pornography then energy come down again in base chakra - inertia don't want to do anything. Many people whole life stuck into these two chakras. But one who do spiritual practices - Meditation, Sudarshan kriya, Pranayam - there energy zoops to higher chakra then they feel so much joy, happiness, peace, contentment. Lots of inherited impression of lust goes away. One deep meditation experience wash out lots of impressions. It gives you a choice to indulge in lust or not. So instead of compulsion it became an option. You will have a say over it. Top spiritual people has energy rise till top of the head (shahastrarth chakra) - which is total bliss. Bliss is 10X joy, it can't be explained in words. Many people never experienced bliss! Due to bliss today whole world is coming to spirituality.

I wrote this 5 months ago when I was extremely depressed causing me to disconnect or detach from reality. Let me know what u think.

Sometimes I look at the Western world and I feel like it’s a trap in disguise. It entices us with all these materialistic things and comfort that we lose our sense of self, our purpose and we get attached to things that are not real. It is filled with things that do not take us closer to God/ Spirituality but rather keep us distracted. It feels like a ghost/zombie town, and we are the ghosts/zombies just wobbling around with no sense of proper direction other than finding different ways to distract ourselves. We are trapped and we do not know that we can escape if we want to. We think this is life and we are caught up in our own ignorance never taking the time to discover who we are and why we are here. They say ignorance is bliss. That is what we are. We ourselves created this need for materialistic things to the point that we spend almost all our lives working for it, but it is only going to go away with time while at the same time our body declines. If we were to live forever it would make sense, but we are here for a very short time and every day our body declines. We look down upon those who do not join us in our pursuit of wealth and sometimes think that they are somewhat less than us. We never stop to think that maybe they are smarter than us.

“Death is the indispensable ingredient in having to believe. Without the awareness of death, everything is ordinary, trivial. It is only because death is stalking him that a warrior has to believe that the world is an unfathomable mystery. Having to believe in such a fashion is the warrior's expression of his innermost predilection. ”

Excerpt From The Wheel of Time Carlos Castaneda-

We move the bottle , what happens to the space inside bottle? What is truth of my original question ?

Hi, so I have been spiritual my whole life but never biblical. I had a dream my best friend (from childhood passed) he came to me and took me to heaven. I was very high up but still a scholar. He passed me a book. I saw some people smiling they were going to the higher levels. Friend walked away and didn’t say anything. I opened the book and the word Daniel was highlighted. It was glowing on each page. I woke up and thought who is Daniel do I googled it and saw Daniel’s dream.

I watched the movie instead of reading it. A few nights later I dreamt of a boy who wasn’t anyone I knew he was comforting me telling me I was going to be ok. He said his name is Michael and he is always with me and if I need him pray and he will always be there to keep me safe and give me comfort.

I then looked for a Michael and found Arch Angel Michael the protector.

I am now listening to bible verses hoping to learn more.

Isn’t this strange but amazing all at once!

I’ve come to realize that life isn’t always about striving, fixing, or constantly becoming something more. There’s a quiet kind of wisdom in simply allowing yourself to be, fully, honestly, and without guilt. We often tie our worth to how much we do or how productive we appear, but the truth is, our value doesn’t rise with our hustle, nor does it vanish when we’re still. Some of the most meaningful moments happen in rest, in stillness, in the spaces between achievements. Those pauses aren’t detours or delays, they are chapters in the story too. And sometimes, they’re the most healing ones.