When you say these things and explain the way things work.... it seems like all is lost. Like even bothering to get out is futile because we're so deep in doodoo there's no point. Then there's this. All delusion. Sigh of relief.
Still haven't done much to get out or wake up. It's frustrating. Sometimes the delusion can be so good... filled with happiness with loved ones and happy days. Then it can be so very much not good.
Leftius, don´t let beer or any other alcohol be your pod in this matrix we live in. I supose we can choose not to take some drugs, it´s some less mind fog that we don´t have to deal with. Plato´s cave is already too deep and dark, it does not need any help from some mind distraction substance, we are already way up alianated. Didn´t one of the characters in matrix wanted to return to the pod? No wonder, it can be so warm and cozy inside...It´s an escape but a false one because there is no real escape...
I drink beer because it comforts me. I know it is bad, but I've no alternative methods of having a good mood. I can't meditate yet. My guides will tell me when I'm ready.
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We like the cheese
Unhappy spider is very unhappy.
Is that even a thing?
We're all so screwed. Ahahahaha. *cries*
Now the feeling of helplessness is a bit less present.
Then there's this. All delusion. Sigh of relief.
Still haven't done much to get out or wake up. It's frustrating. Sometimes the delusion can be so good... filled with happiness with loved ones and happy days. Then it can be so very much not good.