What's with the "spiritual gurus" on this forum!?

silentcyclist3 said:It’s a universal relationship. Of individuals, society, and everything else in motion.

We recognize who we are and what our purpose is...

The reasons vary, and judgment is just one consequence of those reasons. Realizing something doesn't necessarily mean you will act in accordance with it.
As they say in those astrology books, a human being oscillates over time; circumstances change, and our reactions change along with them.

Yes, I suppose I wasn't clear. I'll drop the word "width" and just stick to the frames.

The truth exists beyond perception.

Assuming this "purpose" even exists—to you, it might be a "purpose," but to me, it’s simply the "nature" of being alive. When you say purpose, you imply there's a goal to reach. You talk about purpose and goals; I talk about nature as it exists inherently—if it truly exists, then it lacks a destination. Where does something that has always been go? Where can it possibly go if it has always existed? It may exist in constant flux, but what is the goal of something defined by infinite change?
Perhaps we are using different terms; maybe when you say "purpose," you actually mean the essence of something?
And here we are again, circling back to identity—the relationship between the individual and the universal.
Essentially, an identity that asks itself: who, or what, am I?
Are we merely the sum of our memories? If so, that would be my identity—because through the memory of what we once were, we construct a concept of ourselves, believing we possess a specific nature, seeking self-knowledge just so we know how to proceed with ourselves.
In other words, we equate our memory of any single moment of existence with our identity; we assume there is a "self" and that such an entity exists.
I suspect there is something you instinctively fear—for some, it's spiders, for others, heights, or perhaps empty space... American neurologists suggest that such fears develop when a stimulus carves a direct path to the part of the brain responsible for reaction. Otherwise, there isn't a direct path; typically, we process a stimulus first, then react. In a specific case, someone who doesn't fear spiders will first process (I typed "process" incorrectly😳) that visual information before reacting; however, if that same person fears heights, they won't process the visual stimulus—they will react immediately because the stimulus has carved a direct link to the reaction center.
Why mention this? Because a multitude of such things actually "defines" us—it defines our nature—yet those very things we believe constitute our identity can change once we understand how. In the case of the spider or the height, there are ways to reroute that path; to ensure the stimulus doesn't trigger an immediate response by consciously "programming" a different reaction each time. We won't eliminate the fear instantly, of course, but over time, there is a probability.
It raises the question: how much have we been unconsciously determined by these factors, leading us to believe "this is who I am," when in reality, we could be something else entirely?

the human being oscillates over time; circumstances shift, and our reactions shift along with them.

That is precisely what I am discussing—have we truly constructed a concept of our identity based solely on our memories? If our memories were different, would our identity be different? Does it even exist as a "self," or is it merely a collection of points forming my perception of what I am?

Fair enough, I misspoke. I’m stripping away the "breadth" and focusing strictly on the frameworks.
The truth lies beyond the illusion.

It seems we might just be using different vocabularies—so let me clarify; when you speak of this illusion, are you referring to what one might call "individual consciousness," while the truth represents that "pure spirit" mentioned earlier?

@ hollowtinker18, I'm starting to worry you'll pose a question so cryptic I'll have to spend all day decoding it. 😁 I do enjoy reading your posts, though—provided one can navigate the endless dashes and commas...😛

silentcyclist3 said:🙂

Lies drive the world just as much as the truth does. Why separate them then, if lies are just as responsible for who we are as the truth is?

So, you're saying it isn't true to you that lies exist? 🙂

Always, and only always, you alone can reach your own realization; no one else can tell you what it is.
There are heaps of allegories all around us telling us about the truth; we just need to be able to recognize them. And the power to recognize them is tied exclusively to your own life experience. How do you think someone with different life experiences could explain to you, through mere definitions, how they perceive the things around them?

Could someone please explain what it actually feels like to be on horse snuff, specifically for someone who has never tried anything like it before?

Dušan? A master's touch! 😁

Aha, right back where we started. Same old story.😁
What kind of life experience do you actually need—specifically when it comes to the power of recognition? Honestly, what can I even tell you? I sort of get it, and yet, I don't. Not really.
I could explain the whole thing to unkomed, but I’m not going to. It goes against my principles—and mine alone. Or so I think, if I'm not mistaken.
I dealt with one of those self-proclaimed "gurus" once—some wannabe artist type. These losers act like they're geniuses just by putting everyone else down. It’s their only trick. Just talks and talks all day like a broken record without ever actually saying anything of substance. He basically manipulated his whole crew just to line his own pockets. Pathetic. I think that's exactly how he went out, too. Tanya knows the type; she wrote about him on the forums back in the day.
Why'd you even ask about my past? Honestly... yeah, I was in hell. All thanks to my own screw-ups and that "artist" who fed me nothing but fairy tales just to get what they wanted. Not blaming them, though. It’s just wild how many people like that you run into when life hits you with fear, hate, insecurity, and indecision. Like some sick coincidence—as if it were somehow meant to happen to me, wasting an entire decade of my life.
Oli, you asking me that last part seriously or just being rhetorical? And what about you? Could you actually do it? ...Ah, I get it, sorry. I could too, honestly. It wouldn't matter. Having experience on all sides would be my thing... but then again, who’d even bother reading or listening?

hollowtinker18 said:Aha, right back where we started. Same old story.😁
What kind of life experience do you actually need—specifically when it comes to the power of recognition? Honestly, what can I even tell you? I sort of get it, and yet, I don't. Not really.
I could explain the whole thing to unkomed, but I’m not going to. It goes against my principles—and mine alone. Or so I think, if I'm not mistaken.
I dealt with one of those self-proclaimed "gurus" once—some wannabe artist type. These losers act like they're geniuses just by putting everyone else down. It’s their only trick. Just talks and talks all day like a broken record without ever actually saying anything of substance. He basically manipulated his whole crew just to line his own pockets. Pathetic. I think that's exactly how he went out, too. Tanya knows the type; she wrote about him on the forums back in the day.
Why'd you even ask about my past? Honestly... yeah, I was in hell. All thanks to my own screw-ups and that "artist" who fed me nothing but fairy tales just to get what they wanted. Not blaming them, though. It’s just wild how many people like that you run into when life hits you with fear, hate, insecurity, and indecision. Like some sick coincidence—as if it were somehow meant to happen to me, wasting an entire decade of my life.
Oli, you asking me that last part seriously or just being rhetorical? And what about you? Could you actually do it? ...Ah, I get it, sorry. I could too, honestly. It wouldn't matter. Having experience on all sides would be my thing... but then again, who’d even bother reading or listening?

ha, ha, ha... reminds me of that "curiosity killed the cat!" thing

Maybe your purpose is to reach the truth through these more dramatic ways.
I think after everything, you might have reached one of the truths.

Hors, or anyone else like him, won't explain it to someone who has never experienced anything like it!
That's exactly why I asked you about him, so you understand that if you step into things through your own experience, then you can ask the right questions.

briskraven28 asks those kinds of (appropriate) questions (even if they can be exhausting sometimes 😁)

Friend, I am sure we could have a pretty interesting conversation on a different topic. 😉

I hope I didn't offend you with any of this! 🙂

-Fine, briskraven28 is trying her best. I just need a shot of vitamins to catch whatever she’s actually saying, or what she thinks she’s saying.😁..Same for you guys. Different labels, different terminology, but the end result is always the same death. Your movements might be stalled, but you're still heading toward the finish line—which isn't the same thing as spinning in a circle of nonsense and false goals.
-So, haven't you all unconsciously graduated already (or am I just tripping?)?
-Look, briskraven28, based on certain definitions of this and that, you get it, right? If you haven't tried it, then—well, you can't talk about the same thing, but that's not the point. I can explain if needed. And why are you so afraid of questions when you're giving such specific answers? What am I supposed to be afraid of? Oh, right. They taught us fear comes from hatred and insecurity, didn't they?

-Yeah, silentcyclist3, but why am I reminding you and why this whole "curiosity..." thing?
-Look, if the goal is for me to reach the truth through some dramatic bullshit, don't bother. I could have found it without knowing it—what would I have lost? (Ten plus years, massive amounts of money, nerves, stupidity, man... just screwing myself over at dawn and cursing the day I was born... you feel me? That's the price of truth... and once it's gone, you can't get it back or make it right ever again.
-See, someone overhears it, sees it, hears it, watches a movie—but they aren't a consumer. So they just shovel and push the same old rumors—why? You say, "you won't explain it to anyone who hasn't tried it"—so why go through all that effort to force those specific beliefs on people?
-Honestly, better if he never tried it at all. Period.
(Look, just a cliché "truth-teller," this pseudo-intellectual artist, who's also a heavy opioid addict and an even bigger junkie from the older generation ((even movies didn't show it that way, and they were pretty gritty)). No, we have enough shitty LSD and ecstasy to go around, but this smart-ass wants to feel it immediately, even though he's never been high, so he waits for a dealer to offer it, wondering if he should take the hit🙏 just so he can see it... but nothing. In the end, he messed everything up and it turned out to be total gelatin. That's how it goes: when a hungry ass thinks it knows everything after hearing a rumor, it burns everything down and ruins it.
(Whatever... we almost beat him to death ourselves... haha.) Imagination can play tricks on you.

It's either paranoia or a wrong interpretation, just a side effect of the entity😁 (escape the thought—mental fatigue)
-Hey, nobody offended me, actually, thanks.
-An insult (briskraven28 knows for sure) can just be the result of projecting the same thing onto yourself.
-I think you were speaking your mind too, and you elaborated quite correctly. Goodnight!
-BTW—this is your topic, silentcyclist3, you're the author? Fine, just don't get possessive.😁

Where are you headed, hollowtinker18? I was merely suggesting that your grammar makes you a bit difficult to follow—nothing more... 😳

hollowtinker18 said:-Fine, briskraven28 is trying her best. I just need a shot of vitamins to catch whatever she’s actually saying, or what she thinks she’s saying.😁..Same for you guys. Different labels, different terminology, but the end result is always the same death. Your movements might be stalled, but you're still heading toward the finish line—which isn't the same thing as spinning in a circle of nonsense and false goals.
-So, haven't you all unconsciously graduated already (or am I just tripping?)?
-Look, briskraven28, based on certain definitions of this and that, you get it, right? If you haven't tried it, then—well, you can't talk about the same thing, but that's not the point. I can explain if needed. And why are you so afraid of questions when you're giving such specific answers? What am I supposed to be afraid of? Oh, right. They taught us fear comes from hatred and insecurity, didn't they?

-Yeah, silentcyclist3, but why am I reminding you and why this whole "curiosity..." thing?
-Look, if the goal is for me to reach the truth through some dramatic bullshit, don't bother. I could have found it without knowing it—what would I have lost? (Ten plus years, massive amounts of money, nerves, stupidity, man... just screwing myself over at dawn and cursing the day I was born... you feel me? That's the price of truth... and once it's gone, you can't get it back or make it right ever again.
-See, someone overhears it, sees it, hears it, watches a movie—but they aren't a consumer. So they just shovel and push the same old rumors—why? You say, "you won't explain it to anyone who hasn't tried it"—so why go through all that effort to force those specific beliefs on people?
-Honestly, better if he never tried it at all. Period.
(Look, just a cliché "truth-teller," this pseudo-intellectual artist, who's also a heavy opioid addict and an even bigger junkie from the older generation ((even movies didn't show it that way, and they were pretty gritty)). No, we have enough shitty LSD and ecstasy to go around, but this smart-ass wants to feel it immediately, even though he's never been high, so he waits for a dealer to offer it, wondering if he should take the hit🙏 just so he can see it... but nothing. In the end, he messed everything up and it turned out to be total gelatin. That's how it goes: when a hungry ass thinks it knows everything after hearing a rumor, it burns everything down and ruins it.
(Whatever... we almost beat him to death ourselves... haha.) Imagination can play tricks on you.

It's either paranoia or a wrong interpretation, just a side effect of the entity😁 (escape the thought—mental fatigue)
-Hey, nobody offended me, actually, thanks.
-An insult (briskraven28 knows for sure) can just be the result of projecting the same thing onto yourself.
-I think you were speaking your mind too, and you elaborated quite correctly. Goodnight!
-BTW—this is your topic, silentcyclist3, you're the author? Fine, just don't get possessive.😁

I managed to catch your drift despite the broken rambling! 🙂

Possessive? What/who would I ever want to possess?

Curiosity? 🙂 You were just dying to know what your self-proclaimed guru was talking about! 😁

briskraven28 said:Where are you headed, hollowtinker18? I was merely suggesting that your grammar makes you a bit difficult to follow—nothing more... 😳

-sorry, maybe my English is just trash because of my own terminology—that’s all. You’re saying it’s strictly a grammar issue?😳 😉(😂🙂...well, it doesn't hurt to laugh once in a while. They say if you let go, you might actually thrive through the chaos with all that meddling—me, playing at being wise, more awake than hopeful. Or am I just wide awake? Not everyone gets that luxury, I guess. "
-sorry, (fine, have it your way) my soul, my one and only, maybe a little shaken lately. Am I losing my grip? I used to be charming—if I wasn't such a fraud. I'm lying to myself for no reason, but I'm changing... stuck in this tomb of mental addiction. My own... well, 🥳, those jerks. They'll see what happens when I finally settle things, like a little bird... you know? You can't fully capture drama like in some old classic—maybe something by Hemingway or an old French poet? I tweaked it a bit 😁. Before the war, I watched him, wondering who would remember everything. Specifically, when Rose betrays him halfway through the ballad (and since everything to you is just rhymes and verses—like movies or books—it's all philosophy, the essence of spirit and hypocrisy, how everything comes back to haunt you). His own words hit him like a boomerang, fate slamming into his stubborn head. (depending on how subjective you want to be) He’ll just say: "I'll pierce you, you wretch, at the end of the song."
That's philosophy and life for you. It all hits home once the masks fall off. "I'm pretty sure I've drawn a solid parallel"—correct me if I'm wrong, okay?
-...and grammar (just like life) is a mess. One misplaced comma and the whole meaning shifts. (Please, explain. If it's hard to read because of the grammar, maybe it'll just sweep me away and leave nothing behind, who knows?😳 Oh, that's just my official terminology, obviously)
-(sorry, but is that prejudice? I don't know. Based on what I've seen, you're definitely in medicine, finished some psych major with decent success, and I wouldn't want to be wrong based on my own perceptions without digging into your private business)-but you're missing a smiley face. Is it better without them? (Personally, I think they're fine lately😁)
-if anything about my intentions is unclear, feel free to ask. Even I lose my way or miss a turn sometimes...👍

silentcyclist3 said:I managed to catch your drift despite the broken rambling! 🙂

Possessive? What/who would I ever want to possess?

Curiosity? 🙂 You were just dying to know what your self-proclaimed guru was talking about! 😁

What’s the deal with "catch or hunting without..."? And why on earth would you have been "hunting" me in the first place?
Do you think I'm lying or just stalling? No emojis from me—I’ve had some weird experiences with them. Especially when they feel "toxic" or fake. They just clutter up this whole forum and end up confusing me personally. You get what I mean? My honest take... look, I wish I were playing games. I can explain more if you want, fine. Just don't take it the wrong way.🙂 (😂Can't get the link to work. I'll just pull it out sentence by sentence instead. Cool?

Wait, wait... now I’m starting to sound like that self-proclaimed spiritual guru. You know the one—the guy who was constantly baffled by everything, including his own "glitchy speech" and his whole satanic-demon vibe, minus the pentagrams.🙂(I mean, what can I even say...) It’s like—"Why does everyone have it out for him?" (asking that seriously, yet somehow childishly). Yeah, the point is scattered, just harder for me to wrap my head around. But you're right; you aren't the only one telling me this. Can you actually follow along and get what I'm saying?
So, what do you guys think? Why is the spike breaking up like this, and where exactly is the root cause?
Sometimes I feel like I’m getting hit with a million pieces of information at once. It's impossible to track. If anyone here knows anything, please explain it to me—it's easier to talk when I don't have to look someone in the eye. I've got so many issues now that I can't tell what caused what. Everything just crosses over into a mess. Honestly, maybe it's the drugs, or maybe all these pills hitting my memory. My head feels like it's spinning. I can't go out in the sun without an epileptic seizure, then there's this syndrome from some explosion hitting my head... ear issues I'd rather not mention, PTSD, and my pituitary gland is a wreck because of how Pam hit the sella turcica. Now I need medication for life because my metabolism is shot—calcium and phosphorus levels, osteopenia, you name it. Plus all the meds for physical stuff after I got injured during a rupture back in '96. And then there's this. Since the war ended in '96, I fell into drugs because life didn't seem worth living. That was the moment everything changed. I met this self-proclaimed "spiritual guru." I don't blame him, despite how naive I was. I was a good target—came back from the war confused, broken, vulnerable. He saw I was an easy mark, someone who had been honorably discharged from service, and he circled me for a long time until we both went down—he to the grave, and me to hell. I snorted for a long time; I used to hate it, but then I became part of it. You know how the system works that first year while you're trying to get your footing. You have money, but without him, you have nothing. He knows how to make it and blow it, and he won't move without cash. So for a year or two, I paid, and he brought the stuff from the dealers—we split everything fifty-fifty. That's how he trapped me. After that, we were just spiraling deeper and deeper. You fall, and you try to hide that you can't change your ways. It's always, always the same story.
Look, if I'm off-topic, just say so. You started this thread, so you're bound to deal with some haters—people always find something to whine about, even when they have no right to. But that’s on them, not me. I just call it like I see it. I tell the truth. If I don't get something, I ask. Simple as that.
-That’s why I was asking about the truth. Honestly, I didn't mean to push too hard.
-I don't know. You tell me what exactly would kill me. I forget things constantly—total amnesia. But hey, if we could just wipe the slate clean so I don't have to keep begging for answers, since there's still plenty more I haven't said... then maybe it wouldn't be such a chore.🙂

hollowtinker18 said:-sorry, maybe my English is just trash because of my own terminology—that’s all. You’re saying it’s strictly a grammar issue?😳 😉(😂🙂...well, it doesn't hurt to laugh once in a while. They say if you let go, you might actually thrive through the chaos with all that meddling—me, playing at being wise, more awake than hopeful. Or am I just wide awake? Not everyone gets that luxury, I guess. "
-sorry, (fine, have it your way) my soul, my one and only, maybe a little shaken lately. Am I losing my grip? I used to be charming—if I wasn't such a fraud. I'm lying to myself for no reason, but I'm changing... stuck in this tomb of mental addiction. My own... well, 🥳, those jerks. They'll see what happens when I finally settle things, like a little bird... you know? You can't fully capture drama like in some old classic—maybe something by Hemingway or an old French poet? I tweaked it a bit 😁. Before the war, I watched him, wondering who would remember everything. Specifically, when Rose betrays him halfway through the ballad (and since everything to you is just rhymes and verses—like movies or books—it's all philosophy, the essence of spirit and hypocrisy, how everything comes back to haunt you). His own words hit him like a boomerang, fate slamming into his stubborn head. (depending on how subjective you want to be) He’ll just say: "I'll pierce you, you wretch, at the end of the song."
That's philosophy and life for you. It all hits home once the masks fall off. "I'm pretty sure I've drawn a solid parallel"—correct me if I'm wrong, okay?
-...and grammar (just like life) is a mess. One misplaced comma and the whole meaning shifts. (Please, explain. If it's hard to read because of the grammar, maybe it'll just sweep me away and leave nothing behind, who knows?😳 Oh, that's just my official terminology, obviously)
-(sorry, but is that prejudice? I don't know. Based on what I've seen, you're definitely in medicine, finished some psych major with decent success, and I wouldn't want to be wrong based on my own perceptions without digging into your private business)-but you're missing a smiley face. Is it better without them? (Personally, I think they're fine lately😁)
-if anything about my intentions is unclear, feel free to ask. Even I lose my way or miss a turn sometimes...👍

Look, hollowtinker18, it’s fine—once I finally got used to the heat... you show up like a blast from an air-conditioned hellscape...😁

What kind of medicine are you even talking about, hollowtinker18—but if you really feel the need to consult a doctor, go ahead... satisfy your curiosity... no harm done. 😎

hollowtinker18 said:What’s the deal with "catch or hunting without..."? And why on earth would you have been "hunting" me in the first place?
Do you think I'm lying or just stalling? No emojis from me—I’ve had some weird experiences with them. Especially when they feel "toxic" or fake. They just clutter up this whole forum and end up confusing me personally. You get what I mean? My honest take... look, I wish I were playing games. I can explain more if you want, fine. Just don't take it the wrong way.🙂 (😂Can't get the link to work. I'll just pull it out sentence by sentence instead. Cool?

Wait, wait... now I’m starting to sound like that self-proclaimed spiritual guru. You know the one—the guy who was constantly baffled by everything, including his own "glitchy speech" and his whole satanic-demon vibe, minus the pentagrams.🙂(I mean, what can I even say...) It’s like—"Why does everyone have it out for him?" (asking that seriously, yet somehow childishly). Yeah, the point is scattered, just harder for me to wrap my head around. But you're right; you aren't the only one telling me this. Can you actually follow along and get what I'm saying?
So, what do you guys think? Why is the spike breaking up like this, and where exactly is the root cause?
Sometimes I feel like I’m getting hit with a million pieces of information at once. It's impossible to track. If anyone here knows anything, please explain it to me—it's easier to talk when I don't have to look someone in the eye. I've got so many issues now that I can't tell what caused what. Everything just crosses over into a mess. Honestly, maybe it's the drugs, or maybe all these pills hitting my memory. My head feels like it's spinning. I can't go out in the sun without an epileptic seizure, then there's this syndrome from some explosion hitting my head... ear issues I'd rather not mention, PTSD, and my pituitary gland is a wreck because of how Pam hit the sella turcica. Now I need medication for life because my metabolism is shot—calcium and phosphorus levels, osteopenia, you name it. Plus all the meds for physical stuff after I got injured during a rupture back in '96. And then there's this. Since the war ended in '96, I fell into drugs because life didn't seem worth living. That was the moment everything changed. I met this self-proclaimed "spiritual guru." I don't blame him, despite how naive I was. I was a good target—came back from the war confused, broken, vulnerable. He saw I was an easy mark, someone who had been honorably discharged from service, and he circled me for a long time until we both went down—he to the grave, and me to hell. I snorted for a long time; I used to hate it, but then I became part of it. You know how the system works that first year while you're trying to get your footing. You have money, but without him, you have nothing. He knows how to make it and blow it, and he won't move without cash. So for a year or two, I paid, and he brought the stuff from the dealers—we split everything fifty-fifty. That's how he trapped me. After that, we were just spiraling deeper and deeper. You fall, and you try to hide that you can't change your ways. It's always, always the same story.
Look, if I'm off-topic, just say so. You started this thread, so you're bound to deal with some haters—people always find something to whine about, even when they have no right to. But that’s on them, not me. I just call it like I see it. I tell the truth. If I don't get something, I ask. Simple as that.
-That’s why I was asking about the truth. Honestly, I didn't mean to push too hard.
-I don't know. You tell me what exactly would kill me. I forget things constantly—total amnesia. But hey, if we could just wipe the slate clean so I don't have to keep begging for answers, since there's still plenty more I haven't said... then maybe it wouldn't be such a chore.🙂

I think I get what you mean. It seems like you're dealing with an issue regarding how molecules—neurotransmitters, I guess—transfer between presynaptic neurons and receptors on the postsynaptic neuron.

The receptors on neurons tend to adapt to the impulses they receive from various stimulants. If someone is using a specific substance continuously, then most of those receptors eventually adapt to the signals unique to that specific opioid.
That probably means fewer receptors are available to handle all the other responses to the body's internal and external triggers.

And since every exchange of information responsible for a person's psycho-physical state happens through these receptors, I suppose it’s logical to conclude that the only sense of "fullness" one feels is when the body receives exactly what it has adapted to most.

Drugs (much like other vices, I guess) indirectly mess with the positive and negative voltage between the surface of a neuron and its interior.
In a resting state (an inhibitory signal), the surface is positively charged while the interior stays negative.
When those charges flip (positive inside, negative outside), an action occurs—an excitatory signal.
Switching between these two states creates the impulse that eventually results in releasing neurotransmitters, which then latch onto the receptors of another neuron.

Substances found in opioids act on the receptors that pass the impulse along via these voltage changes, essentially seizing control of the entire nervous system and, by extension, the whole human body.

That entire electrical flow has to remain balanced, I guess.
But because opioids alter both the mental and physical state of the organism by bombarding it with so many triggers, it causes a sort of chaos within that electrical circuit.
Chaos in the circuit leads to chaos in the nervous system.
And chaos in the nervous system might result in, I don't know, "discontinuity."

The solution? Maybe it's simple. Stop the influx of the chaos agents, fall in love, engage in long-term intimacy, and maybe balance will slowly return. 🙂

In the meantime, check your PM for further instructions.

Good grief, silentcyclist3 is being quite a handful today. 🙄 😁

briskraven28 said:Good grief, silentcyclist3 is being quite a handful today. 🙄 😁

🙂 What a little pest! I guess we're tied at 1:1 now in terms of being annoying.

I would enjoy a chat as well. 🙄

briskraven28 said:I would enjoy a chat as well. 🙄

Man, what am I supposed to do when you're being this irresistible...😁

briskraven28 said:Look, hollowtinker18, it’s fine—once I finally got used to the heat... you show up like a blast from an air-conditioned hellscape...😁

What kind of medicine are you even talking about, hollowtinker18—but if you really feel the need to consult a doctor, go ahead... satisfy your curiosity... no harm done. 😎

Didn't catch that, my bad. (You know I need a little extra boost to stay sharp.)😁What kind of hell were you used to? Because here I am again, just like some kind of nightmare—even if it’s a mild one. Let's go.🤷(For the first sentence)

doctor's sentence:
Wait, are you kidding me? How exactly does that "fulfill a desire"?☕ What a joke. We just tap our fingers against our own skin like some counter-intuitive ritual, and suddenly hollowtinker18 is cured? Yeah, right. Body hacking this, body hacking that... what a scam. You have to contact them, but honestly, do you even have any actual alternative methods?😂
God, it’s actually hilarious when I look back on it all. Before my Rocking era, my old lady used to drag me around to all sorts of weirdos—everything from Ayurveda and music therapy sessions with some Dr. Giovanni to those Russian types with their alternative computer setups. My dad once took me to the local YMCA where I actually saw a couple of people collapse into these deep, trance-like states, supposedly "healing" themselves right there. We went through seven or eight different bioenergy healers before my own self-proclaimed guru finally took over and "realigned" me.😂)
silentcyclist3 is tearing up brain molecules—and honestly, I get why. It’s fine. What’s the main thing for me? Back in college, before the war hit, I was on top of my game. A model student, really. Three years in, then everything went south with the conflict and I stepped up to serve. Now? I’ve forgotten about 95% of what I studied. Total amnesia. You go to war, you step up... and just lose it all. Plus, back during freshman year, I nearly kicked the bucket from mushroom poisoning. Green agarics. Spent 48 days in the ICU under some old lady's care. She thought she was making a "last supper" with those wild mushrooms, but she had no clue how dangerous they were.😂...my bad (English)☕Look, I’m laying out my life story here just so someone can finally fix me. But you all just sit there philosophizing. I can barely get a word out before my thoughts start racing—like some total lunatic—and the whole train of thought just derails.
Exhausted. Bone-tired. Haven't slept in two nights, so now I'm seeing double and the walls are practically crumbling around me. I'll just go deal with my own mess. silentcyclist3, watch out—we'll talk, but I'm telling you, things aren't going to play out the way you imagined. That's the catch. All those twisted, devilish projections of yours.
Just remember... or maybe explain why the devil always shows up dressed as a lamb. Ha. Yeah.
Hey.👍 Is that how you're supposed to say hello? Is it even appropriate?
Hey everyone—how many of you are actually out there?

briskraven28 said:Good grief, silentcyclist3 is being quite a handful today. 🙄 😁

-Wait, what do you mean "extra"? Maybe you just have your own way of saying things while thinking the same thing—maybe you're just inexperienced, according to Robert (oops, sorry, my bad😳)

-Who knows if those old roads were actually simpler, more innovative, or just better built?😂

-So, how do you handle dreams? How do you interpret them using your "terminology"? (Do you fly in your sleep, like me and everyone else?)😁

hollowtinker18 said:Didn't catch that, my bad. (You know I need a little extra boost to stay sharp.)😁What kind of hell were you used to? Because here I am again, just like some kind of nightmare—even if it’s a mild one. Let's go.🤷(For the first sentence)

doctor's sentence:
Wait, are you kidding me? How exactly does that "fulfill a desire"?☕ What a joke. We just tap our fingers against our own skin like some counter-intuitive ritual, and suddenly hollowtinker18 is cured? Yeah, right. Body hacking this, body hacking that... what a scam. You have to contact them, but honestly, do you even have any actual alternative methods?😂
God, it’s actually hilarious when I look back on it all. Before my Rocking era, my old lady used to drag me around to all sorts of weirdos—everything from Ayurveda and music therapy sessions with some Dr. Giovanni to those Russian types with their alternative computer setups. My dad once took me to the local YMCA where I actually saw a couple of people collapse into these deep, trance-like states, supposedly "healing" themselves right there. We went through seven or eight different bioenergy healers before my own self-proclaimed guru finally took over and "realigned" me.😂)
silentcyclist3 is tearing up brain molecules—and honestly, I get why. It’s fine. What’s the main thing for me? Back in college, before the war hit, I was on top of my game. A model student, really. Three years in, then everything went south with the conflict and I stepped up to serve. Now? I’ve forgotten about 95% of what I studied. Total amnesia. You go to war, you step up... and just lose it all. Plus, back during freshman year, I nearly kicked the bucket from mushroom poisoning. Green agarics. Spent 48 days in the ICU under some old lady's care. She thought she was making a "last supper" with those wild mushrooms, but she had no clue how dangerous they were.😂...my bad (English)☕Look, I’m laying out my life story here just so someone can finally fix me. But you all just sit there philosophizing. I can barely get a word out before my thoughts start racing—like some total lunatic—and the whole train of thought just derails.
Exhausted. Bone-tired. Haven't slept in two nights, so now I'm seeing double and the walls are practically crumbling around me. I'll just go deal with my own mess. silentcyclist3, watch out—we'll talk, but I'm telling you, things aren't going to play out the way you imagined. That's the catch. All those twisted, devilish projections of yours.
Just remember... or maybe explain why the devil always shows up dressed as a lamb. Ha. Yeah.
Hey.👍 Is that how you're supposed to say hello? Is it even appropriate?
Hey everyone—how many of you are actually out there?

hollowtinker18 wanders in from the kitchen
chewing on some toxic mushrooms😍

hollowtinker18 said:-Wait, what do you mean "extra"? Maybe you just have your own way of saying things while thinking the same thing—maybe you're just inexperienced, according to Robert (oops, sorry, my bad😳)

-Who knows if those old roads were actually simpler, more innovative, or just better built?😂

-So, how do you handle dreams? How do you interpret them using your "terminology"? (Do you fly in your sleep, like me and everyone else?)😁

From hollowtinker18: regarding dreams, it's everything. Here is a method of analysis for whenever you feel inclined: upon waking, do not immediately open your eyes—or if you have already, do not look toward the window. Try to replay the entire dream with your eyes closed; once you are certain you have captured it, write down the sequence exactly as it occurred. Then, assign a sequential number to every single word (one, two, three... including conjunctions and such). Once you have listed them vertically, attach an association to every word—what does that specific word mean to you? Next, group those associations—for instance, the first few associations (5, 6, 7, or however many, depending on the dream's length) should form one cluster, which you then condense into a single representative word. Repeat this for the second, third, and subsequent clusters. Once you have derived these collective words, attempt to form a sentence from them—which is, in itself, another layer of association, rather than forcing a literal meaning onto the words.
Let me know how it goes.😍

-Man, I’m a genius.🥳😵:I finally get what silentcyclist3 was getting at in that last post (or was it Robert?🤣 dammit, my memory is shot, I have to keep scrolling back)—yeah, a glitch in the nervous system means DISRUPTION. In the CNS, it’s like the neurotransmitters—my little info messengers—are just slacking off like they're still on summer vacation in Florida.😂I mean, I suspected it before, but I hadn't fully grasped his logic. I used to study this stuff religiously back when I was actually healthy, and hey, repetition is the mother of all learning, right?
-Sorry (for the off-topic rant), I barely slept and my eyes are crossing. I smeared some Catapres on myself last night—those things tank your blood pressure if you overdo it, then you start twitching like a... anyway, then Drake showed up last night (suddenly craving something because he's sober, without any ethanol in sight) asking me for a fix, like I'm some walking Red Cross pharmacy.😁I'm like, what? How are you? How do you feel? And he manages to cobble together a full thought in five minutes: "Well... you know (pause)... the images... uh... (pause, wheezing cough)... it's not... you know, right?"
I nervously repeat everything he said in those five minutes back to him, just so he can figure out what he needs.🤔Then I ask: Are you skipping your meds? Is this a check-up? Nervousness? Psychomotor agitation?🤷Look, we need to reach an understanding. He starts acting indecisive at my place, and then his wife starts calling his cell phone.😂You can hear her through the phone, screaming like a banshee, loud enough to shake the screws loose from the walls.😁He just slams my door and vanishes into the night... honestly, even Quetiapine couldn't make sense of him.😍
-Now I'm going to try to catch some more sleep and see if I can decode this dream situation of yours, like some sort of magic formula for dreaming. (Last night, I fall asleep once and Quetiapine decides to toss me around like a pig on a balcony, waking me up... twice.)
...For the third time, I have this identical but bizarre dream. It’s all internal dilemmas, struggles, and dualities—I could write four pages explaining it to myself.
-Yeah, that thing about the mushrooms is a good rhyme, almost poetic. Anyway, just wanted to say how much I agree. I'm out... Goodnight!

hollowtinker18, I know things get off-track sometimes, but maybe it would be better if you started your own thread just for your specific issue? That way we could focus on finding a "cure" there. 😉

It’s pretty unlikely to happen—mostly because if he actually fixed things, he’d lose his favorite little "excuse" to hijack every single thread. Right now, he gets to pivot every conversation back to his own struggles, essentially spamming the board with this tragic narrative where everyone else—politicians, the economy, those self-help gurus, the local community, even us forum users—is somehow responsible for his bad luck except for him. It gives him this endless loop to play the victim card and stay right in the spotlight in basically every discussion we have.😁

Oh, of course... I was clearly just kidding!
Personally, I think Jacko is actually great. I honestly enjoy reading his posts, even when he's repeating himself or drifting way off-topic.😉