Liberation as the goal. But for what?

steeleagle13 said:Okay, so I expanded the text above... I have this habit where I'll write a post and then edit the damn thing 250 times whenever I remember something else. 😁

The whole UNIVERSE is just one big mess—why even bother trying to tell them apart?😁

It’s all just one big, messy soup, isn't it? Eternity and the blink of an eye are essentially the exact same thing. Honestly, the only real joy is stumbling upon this place and listening to the endless chatter of unrefined personalities. Actually, scratch that—is there even any real joy to be found here? Maybe not. All that's left is the OOOOOOMMMMMMM and the wailing of whoever is chanting it.

placidharbor7 said:It’s all just one big, messy soup, isn't it? Eternity and the blink of an eye are essentially the exact same thing. Honestly, the only real joy is stumbling upon this place and listening to the endless chatter of unrefined personalities. Actually, scratch that—is there even any real joy to be found here? Maybe not. All that's left is the OOOOOOMMMMMMM and the wailing of whoever is chanting it.

but if wailing is an "invention"🙄, then why can't "joy" be one too?

Someone whose life is actually full... someone who feels joy or grief... they don't have the "time" to sit around wailing about their "eternity"🙄

Wouldn't that wailing be a lot softer if we didn't have these rigid, heavy physical bodies stuck in time and space? Heh..
Has anyone EVER been bored in a dream (when there's no body and no limits)???!!!

John, wouldn't the realization that the "shell is eternal"... and the realization of that wailing... be the TRIGGER for that flash of enlightenment YOU experienced???

steeleagle13 said:but if wailing is an "invention"🙄, then why can't "joy" be one too?

Someone whose life is actually full... someone who feels joy or grief... they don't have the "time" to sit around wailing about their "eternity"🙄

Wouldn't that wailing be a lot softer if we didn't have these rigid, heavy physical bodies stuck in time and space? Heh..
Has anyone EVER been bored in a dream (when there's no body and no limits)???!!!

John, wouldn't the realization that the "shell is eternal"... and the realization of that wailing... be the TRIGGER for that flash of enlightenment YOU experienced???

When the Master uses the word "sob," it’s pure poetry—it's just a placeholder for what's actually happening deep within his being, which is truly unspeakable.

That "sob" isn't caused by the stiffness of a physical body—it's the aftermath of the "ultimate possible insight." That insight is essentially an exile from this world and a realization of how purposeless the other side is. Honestly, illumination is boring; if anything, it’s devastating for our earthly existence!

The whole thing with the "flash" actually works the other way around—true understanding only comes *after* the "flash." What we usually see is the non-instructional kind, which happens much less dramatically. The "shell" isn't eternal—it shatters because of a longing for total finality, along with the awareness of being exactly what we are.

placidharbor7 said:When the Master uses the word "sob," it’s pure poetry—it's just a placeholder for what's actually happening deep within his being, which is truly unspeakable.

That "sob" isn't caused by the stiffness of a physical body—it's the aftermath of the "ultimate possible insight." That insight is essentially an exile from this world and a realization of how purposeless the other side is. Honestly, illumination is boring; if anything, it’s devastating for our earthly existence!

The whole thing with the "flash" actually works the other way around—true understanding only comes *after* the "flash." What we usually see is the non-instructional kind, which happens much less dramatically. The "shell" isn't eternal—it shatters because of a longing for total finality, along with the awareness of being exactly what we are.

SO WHY ISN'T THAT POETRY CALLED "CLICK"? hehehe😁

I’m not talking about the rigidity of the "physical body as such," but rather the very nature of the MIND itself (meaning the givenness of everything within the mind), that eternal "contamination" of consciousness...
today's reality, for instance, is just a "rigid physical body"...
usually, it's just the constant sensation of a rigid physical body.

Quincy:

"The shell" isn't eternal—it shatters because of the desire for total finality, along with the consciousness of Being itself.

AFTER realizing the "eternity" of the mind as it is, what possible desire could ever return things to the OLD WAY?
Consciousness doesn't come from BEING (individuality); rather, Being is distinct from consciousness, from the MIND (the universe).

HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE to break and destroy the SHELL and consciousness???
A DEAD being cannot exist!!!! DEATH doesn't exist; death exists only through its own non-existence!!
The MIND exists and ALWAYS EXISTS in the form of a shell!!!!
The UNIVERSE (MIND) exists THROUGH the shell!!!!
THE SHELL is the nature of the mind!!!!!
THE SHELL IS THE MIND (universe) 😁 😲!!!!
The shell is the MIND and the MIND is the shell!!!

steeleagle13 said:SO WHY ISN'T THAT POETRY CALLED "CLICK"? hehehe😁

I’m not talking about the rigidity of the "physical body as such," but rather the very nature of the MIND itself (meaning the givenness of everything within the mind), that eternal "contamination" of consciousness...
today's reality, for instance, is just a "rigid physical body"...
usually, it's just the constant sensation of a rigid physical body.

Quincy:

"The shell" isn't eternal—it shatters because of the desire for total finality, along with the consciousness of Being itself.

AFTER realizing the "eternity" of the mind as it is, what possible desire could ever return things to the OLD WAY?
Consciousness doesn't come from BEING (individuality); rather, Being is distinct from consciousness, from the MIND (the universe).

HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE to break and destroy the SHELL and consciousness???
A DEAD being cannot exist!!!! DEATH doesn't exist; death exists only through its own non-existence!!
The MIND exists and ALWAYS EXISTS in the form of a shell!!!!
The UNIVERSE (MIND) exists THROUGH the shell!!!!
THE SHELL is the nature of the mind!!!!!
THE SHELL IS THE MIND (universe) 😁 😲!!!!
The shell is the MIND and the MIND is the shell!!!

It’s possible—since they 'vibrate.' You just align yourself with those vibrations, and the whole thing basically shuts itself down before 'merging' back together. 😬

Edward Flores4 said:Confabulation: Confabulation is the formation of false memories. It’s one of those psychological phenomena that really makes you stop and think about how fragile our grasp on reality actually is—kind of like trying to build a house on shifting sand. We all like to think our memories are these ironclad, high-definition video recordings stored away in a vault, but they aren't. They're much more like a game of telephone played over decades; every time we recall something, we're essentially re-interpreting and rebuilding it, often adding little flourishes or entirely new details without even realizing we're doing it.
Confabulation: Confabulation is the formation of false memories. When we talk about the idea of "false memories," things get incredibly complicated—way more than most people realize at first glance. It’s one of those topics where you start digging, and suddenly you're knee-deep in psychological debates and intense controversy. To put it simply: Confabulation: Confabulation is the formation of false memories. It isn't just someone "making things up" to be sneaky; it's much deeper than that. It's when the brain essentially fills in the gaps of our history with information that feels entirely real, even though it never actually happened. There is a specific phenomenon known as False Memory Syndrome, and if you look into the work surrounding it, things get even more intense. For instance, the False Memory Syndrome Foundation (or FMSF) has been a major player in this discussion. The FMSF hypothesizes that the alleged false memories may have been the result of recovered memory therapy, another term coined by the FMSF in the early 1990s. The FMSF has spent years looking at how certain therapeutic techniques might accidentally encourage people to "remember" events that didn't take place. If you look at the literature, specifically works like *Memory and Abuse*, the author points out a massive pattern: all critics he had found of the studies validating delayed memories are members of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation advisory board and states that FMS is rare. This highlights just how polarized the scientific community can become when dealing with the reliability of human memory. It’s a bit like looking at a faded photograph where the edges are blurred. Your mind doesn't like the blurriness, so it tries to "fix" the picture by adding details—colors, shapes, or even whole objects—to make the image feel complete. But once those details are added, you can't tell what was originally there and what your brain just sketched in. That’s the core of the issue: once a false memory takes root, it carries the same emotional weight and "truth" as a real one. It’s a heavy, tricky subject that really makes you question how much of our own life story we can actually trust.It’s really all about how we perceive things—those deep-seated views or convictions we hold regarding who we are or the world around us. It functions almost like a lens through which everything else is filtered. It’s really more about whether we're looking at a breakdown in the hardware or a glitch in the software—essentially, is this the result of neurological or psychological dysfunction? When you dig into it, the line between the two gets pretty blurry. It's like trying to figure out if a computer is crashing because the processor is overheating or because the operating system just hit a logic loop it can't resolve. Sometimes the physical wiring of the brain is where the trouble starts, but other times, it's the way our mind processes reality and builds its own internal narrative that throws everything off balance.When we're talking about the reliability of our own recollections, we really have to look at confabulation—basically, confabulation is the formation of false memories. It’s one of those tricky psychological phenomena where the brain tries to fill in the gaps, creating stories that feel entirely real even though they never actually happened. It’s one of those tricky psychological knots where you can't quite tell if you're actually remembering something or if your mind is just playing some high-level tricks on you—essentially, the confusion of imagination with memory, or even more complicated, the messy way we sometimes misapply our genuine, true memories. It’s like looking at an old photograph that’s been left in the sun too long; the colors bleed, the edges blur, and suddenly you aren't quite sure if what you're seeing is the reality of the moment or just how your brain decided to colorize it later on.

Let’s talk about False Memory Syndrome (FMS)—it’s one of those topics that really gets under the skin of anyone interested in the intersection of psychology and reality. It’s a heavy subject, but worth digging into if you want to understand how fragile our own mental narratives can actually be. When we look at the history here, the conversation usually centers around the controversial era of "recovered memory therapy." Back in the early 1990s, things got incredibly messy in clinical settings. The False Memory Syndrome Foundation (FMSF) actually stepped in to address this, suggesting that what many people were experiencing—those sudden, intense recollections of past trauma—might not have been true memories at all, but rather the result of specific therapeutic techniques used to "uncover" them. It’s a bit like looking at an old, faded photograph through a magnifying glass; sometimes, the more you try to force the image to become clear, the more you start seeing things that weren't originally there. You begin to project details onto the blur, thinking you're seeing reality when you're actually just seeing your own expectations. The FMSF essentially hypothesized that these alleged false memories might have been the result of recovered memory therapy, another term coined by the FMSF in the early 1990s. This isn't just some academic debate, either—it has massive implications for the legal system and how we treat patients. To give you some context, Charles Whitfield, an MD who wrote *Memory and Abuse*, pointed out something pretty striking: he noted that almost all the critics he found regarding studies that validate delayed memories were actually members of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation advisory board, and he maintained that FMS is quite rare. The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language defines FMS as... well, it's that phenomenon where a person holds a memory of an event that never actually happened. It sounds wild, I know, but the brain is remarkably suggestible. We aren't just recording devices like a GoPro mounted on a helmet; we are storytellers. And sometimes, our brains tell us stories that feel 100% real, even if they are technically fabrications.
The term FMS was actually coined back in 1992 by the False Memory Syndrome Foundation (FMSF) to describe their specific way of looking at things. I’ve been sitting here thinking about the whole theory behind this—just chewing on it for a while—and I wanted to lay out some thoughts for the group. It’s one of those things where you think you have a handle on the mechanics, but once you start digging into the deeper layers, everything starts to shift. It reminds me of how we often try to apply a logical, structured framework to something that is inherently fluid. We want to draw lines around it, label it, and categorize it just so we can feel like we aren't lost in the woods. But if you look at how certain psychological models attempt to explain sudden, profound shifts in consciousness, they often hit a wall. They try to use the tools of the conscious mind to measure something that exists entirely outside of that structure. Think about it like trying to use a ruler to measure the temperature of a room. You’re using the right kind of tool for a completely different dimension of reality. It doesn't work, not because the ruler is broken, but because the measurement itself is fundamentally mismatched to the subject. In my view, much of what we call "theory" in these discussions is really just us building scaffolding around a void. We build these elaborate structures of thought—these intellectual frameworks—to give ourselves a sense of security. We want to believe that if we can just name the phenomenon, we can control it or, at the very least, predict it. But the more we refine the scaffolding, the more we might actually be obscuring the very thing we're trying to see. We get so caught up in the architecture of the explanation that we forget to look at the space the architecture is supposed to be enclosing. I’m curious to hear what you all think. Are we overcomplicating the pursuit of understanding by leaning too hard on these rigid theoretical models? Or is the struggle to build that scaffolding actually a necessary part of the journey? It’s possible that some adults—people who suddenly come forward with these late-blooming memories of childhood sexual abuse—might actually be mistaken about how accurate those recollections really are. Based on that idea, the Foundation hypothesizes that the alleged false memories may have been the result of recovered memory therapy, another term coined by the FMSF in the early 1990s. hypothesizes The Foundation hypothesizes that the alleged false memories may have been the result of recovered memory therapy, another term coined by the FMSF in the early 1990s.
The FMSF is essentially an organization that steps up to advocate for people who find themselves fighting against accusations of child sexual abuse that they claim are completely unfounded.

In his 1995 book *Memory and Abuse*, Charles Whitfield, MD, points out that nearly every critic he’s come across who challenges the studies validating delayed memories actually turns out to be a member of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation advisory board—and he goes on to note that FMS is quite rare. It’s pretty wild when you look at the data—he actually pointed out that every single critic he came across who challenged those studies validating delayed memories ended up being a member of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation advisory board. It really makes you wonder about the overlap there, doesn't it? ...and states that FMS is rare.
The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language defines FMS as "the belief that one remembers events, especially traumatic ones, that have not actually occurred," while also pointing out that it isn't really used in scientific circles.

So, here’s the thing—you've got these groups made up of people accused of sexually abusing their own children, and they love to claim that kids are just suffering from "False Memory Syndrome." Honestly, isn't that just a convenient way to justify their own actions? It’s like they’re trying to build a shield to explain away why a child might actually pass a polygraph test. It's pretty "credible," if you believe that sort of thing.

Those kinds of accusations—they really tear families apart and wreck individual lives. It’s honestly just like perjury in a courtroom, except there's a twist: the witness isn't actually lying on purpose. They aren't even aware they're being untruthful.

There’s really just one glaring issue here... the organization in question is incredibly biased. They’re basically offering up a purely hypothetical construct that is completely unsubstantiated—it lacks even a shred of scientific indication, let alone actual, hard evidence.

In my honest opinion... we’re looking at a massive group of perverts here who are just scrambling to justify their own behavior—which, let's face it, clearly involves making up entire syndromes that don't even exist.

I’ve got this recurring daydream—it’s almost like a mental escape hatch. I find myself picturing that I'm out on the open ocean, where everything is just endless shades of blue and the boat is gently rocking under me. It’s so peaceful, really. But then, reality kicks back in, and I realize I'm actually just sitting here at my desk in the office.

Take a look at that first excerpt titled "Confabulation"—it’ll give you a much clearer idea of exactly when and how imagination starts to bleed into our actual memories.

So, where exactly does this collective cutting take place physically? I mean, if we're talking about the actual location of this shared experience, where is it happening?

When you look up at the sky on those clear nights... all that stuff that looks like empty, black space to you... that's actually where the collective physical memories live. 😉

Can I "read" from that collective memory what Jung had for dinner on November 21, 1907, or what you were reading last night?

In other words... can you "read" personal memories from the collective memory?

Well, you can't... because the very fact that they're "collective" implies they aren't personal. And what Jung ate for dinner, or what I’m reading right now... those are pretty damn personal memories.

We're anonymous, so personal evidence is just a matter of whether anyone chooses to believe it or not. If I say I was in New York City last summer, you can take my word for it or not, but I can't prove it.

Sure, but we aren't really talking about where people have been—we're talking about the reasons why you decided to believe in past lives in the first place. Those reasons come in the form of verbal reasoning and arguments, and you're more than welcome to lay them out if you want. They aren't "proof," but honestly, I'm not even looking for proof. What I'm interested in is why, out of all the different possibilities, you choose to believe in that specific one?

Until I figure that out, I'm leaning toward the idea that you just have a deep-seated need to believe there's "another life" after this one—that this conviction serves nothing but the function of providing comfort.

Why am I convinced my experiences are actual reincarnation rather than some other glitch? First, there's the sheer intensity of the emotions involved. Nothing in this life has ever hit me as hard as these memories of a previous existence. It isn't like remembering last summer in Florida; the mechanism is fundamentally different. These memories feel transcendent—like reliving an event or watching a film strip playing directly in your mind. Second, they provide a blueprint for my interests, my phobias, and those obsessions I've carried since childhood that I could never quite explain. Third, reincarnation just feels like the most logical progression of events.

My take is pretty simple: everything we experience that carries heavy emotional weight leaves a mark on the subconscious, the superconscious, or the soul—whatever you want to call it. That part of us is immortal; it persists long after our physical bodies give out. It holds the data of every lifetime—every love, every hardship, every moment that left an impression. In our day-to-day lives, conscious access to these memories isn't necessary—in fact, it would probably be a distraction. But occasionally, those deep imprints bleed into the present. You meet a stranger who feels hauntingly familiar, or you feel an instant, inexplicable connection—or total repulsion—toward someone. Or maybe it's an irrational love for a specific culture or a distant land.

But regarding this whole discussion on death, the most striking memory I have is actually experiencing physical death in a past life. I'll try to describe it as I felt it, though I can only say this: nothing I've experienced in this life felt as real as that:

I was a prisoner back then—physically just a woman in her early twenties, but spiritually ancient. I felt hollowed out, starving, freezing, beaten down, and utterly numb. I didn't care about anything or anyone. My entire world was defined by the frost on the ground, the biting winter air, the skeletal trees stripped of their leaves, and that piercingly clear, cold sky. There were plenty of people around me, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

Then, something hit me. A bullet, most likely. I went down hard, landing right on top of someone else. I tried to push myself up, but my head felt impossibly heavy, just drooping uselessly. The pain was there, along with the sensation of warm blood, and my hands just slumped against the frozen dirt. Suddenly, I felt another hand reach for mine—the hand of a dying inmate. In that moment, this overwhelming wave of love for this stranger washed over me, and I gripped their hand with everything I had left.

I let my head fall onto the person beneath me, feeling nothing but pure affection for them. As I looked up, I saw the blue sky and white clouds drifting peacefully above. It struck me how beautiful it all was; it had been such a long time since I’d actually bothered to look at the clouds, and it felt incredible. A sense of total comfort and peace flooded my body. All the noise—the gunfire, the screaming—just vanished. The pain went with it. I was happy, calm, and filled with love. That was when I left the body behind and looked down at it from above.

I don't remember what happened in the interim, but this experience was undeniably real. Since I am here now, writing this, I am certain that "I"—my consciousness—existed somewhere the whole time. I just haven't regained access to those specific memories yet. Perhaps it isn't time. But I’m convinced that one day, I will.

Great.
What I’m really getting at is that this kind of memory only surfaces as the recollection of someone still living—because, let's be real, the dead aren't exactly showing up here to testify about how things actually went for them.

Regardless of whether that experience was real or not—and I’m not saying it wasn't—does it actually carry any weight or matter to anyone once the witness is... well, gone?

Grace Bennett4 said:Why am I convinced my experiences are actual reincarnation rather than some other glitch? First, there's the sheer intensity of the emotions involved. Nothing in this life has ever hit me as hard as these memories of a previous existence. It isn't like remembering last summer in Florida; the mechanism is fundamentally different. These memories feel transcendent—like reliving an event or watching a film strip playing directly in your mind. Second, they provide a blueprint for my interests, my phobias, and those obsessions I've carried since childhood that I could never quite explain. Third, reincarnation just feels like the most logical progression of events.

My take is pretty simple: everything we experience that carries heavy emotional weight leaves a mark on the subconscious, the superconscious, or the soul—whatever you want to call it. That part of us is immortal; it persists long after our physical bodies give out. It holds the data of every lifetime—every love, every hardship, every moment that left an impression. In our day-to-day lives, conscious access to these memories isn't necessary—in fact, it would probably be a distraction. But occasionally, those deep imprints bleed into the present. You meet a stranger who feels hauntingly familiar, or you feel an instant, inexplicable connection—or total repulsion—toward someone. Or maybe it's an irrational love for a specific culture or a distant land.

But regarding this whole discussion on death, the most striking memory I have is actually experiencing physical death in a past life. I'll try to describe it as I felt it, though I can only say this: nothing I've experienced in this life felt as real as that:

and what technique did you use for regression? since you used some "hypnotist"

There was a segment about this on "Oprah" today 😁 it's not even funny... seriously... I turn on the TV, see Oprah, decide to change the channel, and then I see this guy on the show acting like he's some regression therapist who can send people back to their past lives to solve current problems by freeing them from old fears.

Does anyone know a high-quality professional in the US who actually does this?

steeleagle13 said:SO WHY ISN'T THAT POETRY CALLED "CLICK"? hehehe😁

I’m not talking about the rigidity of the "physical body as such," but rather the very nature of the MIND itself (meaning the givenness of everything within the mind), that eternal "contamination" of consciousness...
today's reality, for instance, is just a "rigid physical body"...
usually, it's just the constant sensation of a rigid physical body.

Quincy:

"The shell" isn't eternal—it shatters because of the desire for total finality, along with the consciousness of Being itself.

AFTER realizing the "eternity" of the mind as it is, what possible desire could ever return things to the OLD WAY?
Consciousness doesn't come from BEING (individuality); rather, Being is distinct from consciousness, from the MIND (the universe).

HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE to break and destroy the SHELL and consciousness???
A DEAD being cannot exist!!!! DEATH doesn't exist; death exists only through its own non-existence!!
The MIND exists and ALWAYS EXISTS in the form of a shell!!!!
The UNIVERSE (MIND) exists THROUGH the shell!!!!
THE SHELL is the nature of the mind!!!!!
THE SHELL IS THE MIND (universe) 😁 😲!!!!
The shell is the MIND and the MIND is the shell!!!

Why on earth would anyone be clicking away while in confinement?
Confinement is what provides the DATA—without that confinement, we wouldn't have any DATA at all! It’s such a brutal mechanism, isn't it?

placidharbor7 said:Why on earth would anyone be clicking away while in confinement?
Confinement is what provides the DATA—without that confinement, we wouldn't have any DATA at all! It’s such a brutal mechanism, isn't it?

The madman just laughs and cheers 😁

But I want to know about Icane and the DESIRE !!!!... you claimed up above that it's destroyed by a "desire"😲 for finality—can you actually explain that? What was the poet trying to get at here? 😁

steeleagle13 said:The madman just laughs and cheers 😁

But I want to know about Icane and the DESIRE !!!!... you claimed up above that it's destroyed by a "desire"😲 for finality—can you actually explain that? What was the poet trying to get at here? 😁

Once someone truly recognizes confinement, they can't be considered MAD—it's everyone else who's lost it. placidharbor7 has argued so many times that consciousness is nothing but pure evil.

Reality is nothing more than a dream, and whatever you manifest with the full force of your soul will eventually come to pass. If an enlightened soul decides to snap Reality itself over their knee, they'll do it. And once they do, they'll vanish from it without leaving even a whisper of their existence behind.

placidharbor7 said:Once someone truly recognizes confinement, they can't be considered MAD—it's everyone else who's lost it. placidharbor7 has argued so many times that consciousness is nothing but pure evil.

Reality is nothing more than a dream, and whatever you manifest with the full force of your soul will eventually come to pass. If an enlightened soul decides to snap Reality itself over their knee, they'll do it. And once they do, they'll vanish from it without leaving even a whisper of their existence behind.

HMM...😁

And what's left once it vanishes? But wait—that's impossible, right? The only thing that could actually happen is sliding back to that "old" state from before...

I mean—if an enlightened being's willpower is that intense, why aren't we seeing "miracles"? You know, guys who just conjure material objects out of thin air through pure thought. 😁
Or maybe my logic is just totally off base here... hmm. 🙄
But even the universe has its own "laws"—meaning the physical world has rules, which means Reality itself has rules...
So, let me get this straight. YOU—burdened by the weight of "consciousness" and this whole shell of a life—decide you're gonna snap Reality? Heh. 😁

But there is no existence outside of REALITY... and if there's no existence, then there isn't even an enlightened man. There is no existence outside of consciousness... hmm... WHO IS LEFT once Reality disappears?

steeleagle13 said:HMM...😁

And what's left once it vanishes? But wait—that's impossible, right? The only thing that could actually happen is sliding back to that "old" state from before...

I mean—if an enlightened being's willpower is that intense, why aren't we seeing "miracles"? You know, guys who just conjure material objects out of thin air through pure thought. 😁
Or maybe my logic is just totally off base here... hmm. 🙄
But even the universe has its own "laws"—meaning the physical world has rules, which means Reality itself has rules...
So, let me get this straight. YOU—burdened by the weight of "consciousness" and this whole shell of a life—decide you're gonna snap Reality? Heh. 😁

But there is no existence outside of REALITY... and if there's no existence, then there isn't even an enlightened man. There is no existence outside of consciousness... hmm... WHO IS LEFT once Reality disappears?

Hmm, do you have any memory of the void, Ljusturo?

The Tibetan Book of the Dead - The Great Awakening

Look, let's face it: death is the one thing we can't dodge. It shows up whenever it feels like it, and there’s no running away from it. But even if things get heavy, there's comfort to be found. Much like how The Bible serves as a pillar of faith and direction for millions, this exploration dives into some truly deep waters. This enlightening two-part series takes a gutsy look at sacred wisdom and tries to visualize what actually happens on the "other side." Plus, having it Narrated by Morgan Freeman just makes everything feel a bit more grounded, you know?

In "The Great Awakening," we follow an experienced mentor and his apprentice as they assist a local soul journeying through spiritual texts. They attempt to navigate that intense 49-day transition toward rebirth, all captured through stunning photography of rare, traditional ceremonies.

around 45 min


The Tibetan Book of the Dead - The Great Awakening 1a


The Tibetan Book of the Dead - The Great Awakening 1b


The Tibetan Book of the Dead - The Great Awakening 1c


The Tibetan Book of the Dead - The Great Awakening 1d


The Tibetan Book of the Dead - The Great Awakening 1e

A collection of spiritual teachings...

steeleagle13 said:Eternal life = eternal suffering. 😲😁

Look, it doesn't even last eighteen hours—you just sleep every single day. It’s basically nothingness outside of time and space... if you don't count dreams, obviously. Just pure dreamless sleep.

Imagine if you could never fall asleep... you'd lose your mind in a heartbeat. This isn't just some logical conclusion—it’s a fundamental truth.

Christians and anyone else who thinks they believe in eternal life have absolutely no clue what kind of HELL we’re actually talking about!!!!!

😁

Don't you also believe in eternal life through your own lens—viewing the Universe or the mind as something constant that flows from dream to waking, from waking to dream, from life to death, and from death back to life?

Edward Flores4 said:Are you saying it’s irrelevant whether the book provides literal "instructions for the dead or the living," or are you suggesting the whole thing is metaphorical? Like, maybe the "strategy" within the text is purely symbolic, and it can only be applied by someone who already understands that the book isn't actually offering any concrete "how-to" steps?

I assume the book offers concrete instructions, but not just for the deceased, rather for the living as well.

steeleagle13 said:But I still don't get why it works that way?🙄
Heh, isn't the universe being a little cruel to me? 😁

If I look at this whole thread and everything said here... the only thing that makes sense is what "Ramana" claimed—that even "his cow is enlightened." Basically, isn't that just what those Eastern texts call the "state of a cow"? Isn't it better to have the fate of a "being" that actually lives a FULL LIFE? For a cow, that's a field of grass; for a human, it's obviously way more than that. It's about someone who just lives through life, fully immersed in it, without constantly questioning everything...

That's just how the nature of the "universe" is—it just *is*, without asking questions. Besides, the whole act of "searching for truth" only happens because of some stimulus and "not knowing your own perfection." Once a being realizes they are eternal and indestructible—whether through logic or deep experience—that's when the real SHITSHOW begins. The only way out is that original state, where you lived your life and DIDN'T ASK A SINGLE QUESTION about God or whatever else.

Is there any other way out of this "life equation"? Other than suffering or "forgetfulness" (just being lost in the moment, like you seem to be)

It is believed that liberation exists, which is what The Tibetan Book of the Dead discusses and what we are debating here. 🙂

mistybison said:Don't you also believe in eternal life through your own lens—viewing the Universe or the mind as something constant that flows from dream to waking, from waking to dream, from life to death, and from death back to life?

I assume the book offers concrete instructions, but not just for the deceased, rather for the living as well.

It is believed that liberation exists, which is what The Tibetan Book of the Dead discusses and what we are debating here. 🙂

That kind of assumption is basically the root of every mistake we make. 🙂

Edward Flores4 said:That kind of assumption is basically the root of every mistake we make. 🙂

Above all else, it really comes down to the state of our own individual consciousness, doesn't it?

mistybison said:Don't you also believe in eternal life through your own lens—viewing the Universe or the mind as something constant that flows from dream to waking, from waking to dream, from life to death, and from death back to life?

I assume the book offers concrete instructions, but not just for the deceased, rather for the living as well.

It is believed that liberation exists, which is what The Tibetan Book of the Dead discusses and what we are debating here. 🙂

I can't believe it... I know. 😁😲😁

I’m not particularly interested in discussing what happens after death, or things like past lives... that feels more like organized religion to me.

But regarding life itself... I’ve come to feel that true spirituality exists in total opposition to living. Because life is inherently, necessarily "messy."

And honestly? I don't even want that kind of spirituality. Is there anything less spiritual than craving absolute detachment, or longing for death while you're still alive?
If one were to live life in a constant trance, kept at arm's length, there would be no lessons left to learn. No real growth.

That doesn't mean those things shouldn't happen, of course; it just means I’ve chosen to stay present rather than retreat.

For instance, it’s quite frustrating when my current hormonal cycle feels much stronger than my spirit... when I'm feeling completely overwhelmed, when in reality, I just need a good night's sleep.🤣
A life without these shifts would be abnormal, frankly unthinkable.

There isn't a greater spiritual experience than, say, finding yourself doing things you never actually believed you were capable of doing.
And that is achieved through living, not by locking yourself away in a monastery or sitting in a lotus position for ten hours a day.