Bertrand Russell _____________________ master John Doe: ____________________________ Listen, maybe you should consider seeking some professional guidance while there is still time? ____________________________
When it comes to a TRUE MASTER, there is no help left to be found, Seeker of Truth.😉 🙄 😎 🙂
Anthony Rodriguez58: ______________________ .......... just a grouch .............. ______________________-
Are you even familiar with that Usranus guy? Well, if you don't know him, you have absolutely no business judging the ABASHKE or those other fools. He takes his hits from the "Master" purely because of his own karma. Whether he’s being a grouch or not isn't really the issue here; the core problem isn't about his raspolozenje, but rather his constant samoseban laganje:
Usranus: __________________________
The living master is always present, it's just that hardly anyone bothers to perform the Usranus shljiviti. _________________________
If Usranus were to actually point a finger at this so-called "living master," wouldn't you start grumbling too, you seeker of truth? 🙄
Ziv is always lurking in the shadows, yet how rarely does anyone actually bother to follow his lead.
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If that DEAD MASTER of yours, Ziv, were even remotely relevant, perhaps then some kid from Usranus would be following him. Instead, you are busy legitimizing a corpse as if he were some kind of fast-moving zombie, essentially just making a fool of yourself. It stands to reason that when you work this way, you inevitably become a zombie yourself—someone who actively pushes the truth away from their own soul. "BLIND TO THE TRUTH"—that is the pathetic cry echoing from your macabre mind, girl.
Adria Tic: __________________________ Is there such a thing as a dead master?
If I were actually alive—or at least, if my presence here weren't merely digital—I would be proving it through everything I write.
Whether I truly qualify as a master is something you simply cannot know.
And just who exactly do you think you are, calling yourself "Truth Seeker"? __________________________
A "dead master" in hell is nothing more than a dead horse, Truth Seeker. The written word in hell is nothing more than a rotting carcass. That is the very first thing you ought to understand about hell.
Perhaps you aren't even a true "Truth Seeker" after all. In that case, what exactly are you? 🙂
Amanda Evans29 - DUGA CARAPA: __________________________
So, does anyone here actually possess true craftsmanship, or are we just looking at low-rent imitations? __________________________
Master John: __________________________ Amanda Evans29, why don't you tell me: what exactly is the difference between playing with Lego bricks and actual intimacy? __________________________
Is it because you simply DON'T KNOW, seeker of truth? If that's the case, perhaps you should just go back to playing with your little plastic blocks.🙂 😎
swiftcobra15: _________________________ We have already covered everything (and then some) a long time ago: ________________________
Has a single living master ever actually backed up this empty rambling coming from your heads, you self-proclaimed Seekers of Truth? If the answer isn't a resounding no—and we all know it isn't—then why not just flush this entire mess down the drain? "Flush the sludge," as they say in the chemical processing industry when cleaning out industrial pipelines.🙂 😎
Amanda Evans29, could you please ask S.A.M.EXPERT John what he considers the fundamental difference between playing with Lego bricks and having sex? The EXPERT will reward your curiosity by teaching you how to distinguish basketball from spirituality. Well, thanks for nothing.🙂 😁
USRANUS: _______________________ I am physically present, yet mentally elsewhere. ________________________
Here we go—Karen Sanchez19 is suggesting that John should once again lecture us on the concept of "RAS-step." Last summer, this particular expert even caught your attention while he was lecturing about THAT very subject. Tell me, would you perhaps consider peddling those same ideas here? Since you seem to exist in two places at once, oh great Searcher of Truth.🙂
Elizabeth Miller8: ________________________ ....he...but there's also the trick that we aren't even in the right era.. ________________________
Come on, just make up your mind and tell us WHERE YOU ARE. To anyone paying attention, it looks like you're just wasting time with some degenerate "spiritualist."🙄
Here I am again: _____________________ The issue doesn't lie within religion or science themselves. Rather, the fault lies with the people claiming those titles—roughly 95% of them, if we are being honest, are neither true scientists nor true spiritualists.. _____________________
Every "PROBLEM" inherently implies its own "SOLUTION." And every "SOLUTION" can only exist within "TIME." Anyone who attempts to force "TIME" into their interpretations of the Spirit is nothing more than a common search fool.🙄 😉
Bacon: __________________________ I truly regret having to disappoint you, but my current spiritual progression—navigating the transition from the sphere of Malkuth into the Andromeda realm via secret Tibetan script—demands my absolute, unwavering discipline regarding certain... physical manipulations. __________________________
As you attempt to traverse those spheres of yours, why don't you ask them for the precise anatomical term for the space between the anus and the vagina? If they don't provide that answer, doesn't it simply prove you haven't even caught a scent of those realms yet?
They will tell you, of course: first, one must undergo Master Ivanov’s verification, followed immediately by a supplemental spiritual inquiry, oh seeker of truth.🙂
INFINITE INFINITY: ________________________________________ Unless you actually feel a profound, gut-wrenching PAIN from this condition—a pain that eats away at your very core—what is the point of torturing yourself with endless questions? It’s all just noise. _________________________________________
Listen to me, you self-proclaimed guru of "spirituality," Pero Kvrzica! Take that pathetic little "EASTERN SIN" of yours and go peddle it to the bigoted fools who are actually looking for it. Who on earth gave you the authority to dictate someone else's internal storms and emotions? What meager, hollow knowledge could you possibly possess that would lead you to justify making people suffer even more?
Master Ivan is telling you plainly: focus on taking care of YOURSELF. Focus on copperowl2—on the concept of the "INFINITE." The "INFINITY" stems from being "WITHOUT SHELTER," Truth Seeker. Without a house, without a vessel, without a true home. A spiritual home.
Without a home, everything becomes infinite, copperowl2. Everything becomes blurred, hazy, and diffused. Everything becomes terrifyingly uncertain. There is no end in sight. No refuge from the UTOCISTA. That is the reality for those of you living as mere subtenants within your own souls.👋
"I am genuinely terrified that I might lose my very sense of self this way." ___________________________
John’s Mastery Insight:
Keep your chin up, Mistress. You will NEVER, under any circumstances, "lose who you are."
The real question here—the one that actually matters—is whether your aura can already recognize the aura of John. If it cannot, then you simply cannot trust him. That, quite frankly, is the entire secret of being a master.🙂
Elizabeth Miller8: __________________________ work plan : 1. TRANSFERRING ·THE VOID INTO THE VOID 2. TRANSFERRING ·THE VOID INTO THE VOID - ILLUMINATION 3. TRANSFERRING ·THE VOID INTO THE VOID- ·THE END 4. EARNING THE TITLE OF MASTERS' (OF COURSE)
The transition of Master Shega into a HIGHER STATE OF CONSCIOUSNESS:
5. SEEING ·SHEGA 6. ?UT' SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU PATHETIC LOSER 7. THE ·END? 8. DON'T MAKE ME HIT YOU—DO YOU REALLY WANT TO MESS WITH SHEGA?
FINAL ILLUMINATION _________________________
WHOever BURSTS INTO THE MASTERS' OFFICE, I SWEAR TO GOD... 🙂 😎 👋
Krinka: ________________________ ... or perhaps just pull me out of this state entirely... _________________________
Tonight, I want you to write down, with absolute politeness, everything you think you know about this "state." John will be ready to give you his answer tomorrow. Goodnight, Zora, shall we?🙂 👋
redrider63: _____________________________ It isn't just about the words themselves; you have to feel them resonate within your own heart. When you read certain things, they settle deep inside you, feeling as though you are uttering them yourself for the very first time. That is the true indicator that it has happened—that someone is speaking truths that actually reveal your own essence to you. These aren't words that force their way in; there is no struggle, no resistance, and no mental exhaustion required... at least, nothing more than the internal friction you already face with yourself. When that happens, it is a genuine transfer, a profound touch just as you described. In that moment, it simply occurs. Try to remember, surely you have experienced something similar at some point. Ultimately, that is all any of us can do: recognize a true connection and a real transfer when it arrives, and conversely, shut down anything that isn't that. To reject imposition, coercion, or anything that feels forced—that is how you protect yourself. Having the strength to walk away from something that doesn't resonate... that is where the power lies. _____________________________
redrider63, you are always merely recognizing what is ALREADY present in your own "mind." Any such exalted reading-summoning is merely a sign that you are still sitting within the KINEMASKOP, keeping company with Krinka and Endless. It’s nothing more than a matinee for teenagers.
And then there is that old saying from over in the North America:
"HEY, REDRIDER, REDRIDER, THE TROUBLEMAKERS ARE BREEDING, HEY, REDRIDER, REDRIDER, REDRIDER, MASHALLAH!"👋 😁
MAJSTOR Herpes: ________________________ ...that roadside diner right off the highway... _________________________
Years ago, while driving down the Master Ivan Brotherhood-Unity Highway, I couldn't help but notice something peculiar. Whether I was cruising down the main interstate or idling at a busy intersection, I found myself completely captivated by that unmistakable, undeniable spirit of local grit—that raw, unrefined hustle you only see in certain parts of America.
From my vantage point on the road, these were the local establishments John passed:
"DING-A-LING-DING"
"BREAK THE BANK"
"BLACK MONDAY"
"EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF"
And then, there was the absolute peak of competition, truly one of a kind: