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The Self itself is a maze of traps, delusions, lies, etc. Why so many people get ensnared in it when they look deep inside, when all their external safety valves and delusions have been broken, and all they have is introspection.
Seriously, ignorance is bliss. People seldom go to hell and back in terms of meeting their maker (exposing all the truths of the workings of the inner mind).
I try to get on psychadelics once a year for an ego reset. Find it clears my mind quite well. Sounds like a lot of you guys need some form of escapism in your life to take your mind away from all the bullshit life serves up. I'm not advocating drug use to deal with your problems but a creative hobby like painting or drawing could help some of you. Something to clear your head of the outside/inside noise completely.
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Agree completely. But I am so ******* tired physically and mentally I can't begin to try and improve life. I'm simply cooked.
God loves you.Apart from everything else torturing me, which I have always somehow managed to persevere with -- money, everyday people, career, etc - the core killer is love. I am all Love, but no one has ever loved me. Not my own mother who abandoned me at birth, none of the other foster families, who all abandoned me too, not even the woman who died in labor, no girlfriends ever did, don't even mention male friends...and tho I don't give out my actual emotional love easy, always cool and aloof, taking everything as a short term experience, never investing in because a) there's never been anything real to invest in all the way, and b) too wounded from constant abandonment and rejection when investing half the way.....tho I don't, when finally I see it, know it, so belated, a slither of hope, the real thing itself, and I invest all the way, unafraid and unreserved, pushing even further gritting into the teeth of the deathly wind, believing whole heartedly, even then it still shuts the door in my face, traumatized by me. That's an impossible pill to swallow, every single human, everything, life itself, telling me to die. Like the ultimate understanding of the baby in the womb in The Butterfly Effect. I am not meant to be.
GG.exe I still have change of luck on repeat believe it or not ha!!
Apart from everything else torturing me, which I have always somehow managed to persevere with -- money, everyday people, career, etc - the core killer is love. I am all Love, but no one has ever loved me. Not my own mother who abandoned me at birth, none of the other foster families, who all abandoned me too, not even the woman who died in labor, no girlfriends ever did, don't even mention male friends...and tho I don't give out my actual emotional love easy, always cool and aloof, taking everything as a short term experience, never investing in because a) there's never been anything real to invest in all the way, and b) too wounded from constant abandonment and rejection when investing half the way.....tho I don't, when finally I see it, know it, so belated, a slither of hope, the real thing itself, and I invest all the way, unafraid and unreserved, pushing even further gritting into the teeth of the deathly wind, believing whole heartedly, even then it still shuts the door in my face, traumatized by me. That's an impossible pill to swallow, every single human, everything, life itself, telling me to die. Like the ultimate understanding of the baby in the womb in The Butterfly Effect. I am not meant to be.
nearly laughed but it was too stupid