Most religions and NDE stories tell us that we're all one, you are me and I am you. If so, are we individually really supposed to find a partner (or several partners, not judging) or should we only love ourselves individually ? It feels pointless to me to be looking for a single partner when it means choosing only one iteration of me amongst billions of other me's.
The wars. The fires. Vegetables we have known how to grow for thousands of years that are making us sick in 2026 in chain restaurants. The algorithms engineered to anger and scare you. The guy at the gym that bumps into you on purpose. The woman who gossips about your shoes while her lips are pumped full of plastic. The bribes and corruption. The subtle vanishing of quality art and books. The contrarian stances people so often take, just to feel something. Anything.
What’s it all boil down to?
Multiple times per day, we choose love or ego. Love or greed. Love or pride. Love or lust. Love or anger. Love or vengeance.
I do not want to live on this earth with these short sighted, greedy people.
Please choose love everyone. This can change. I’m not sure if our second chance will be on earth, but I do believe our awareness continues. We have literally created hell on earth. Maybe it’s not in your town, but it will be, sooner than you think, if the evil forces that are becoming dominant in this world continues to grow.
Please think deeply about the state of the world and what you can do to change it. Focus on what you are good at, what comes natural to you. And pray. Not in a religious sense, but voicing your intentions to the universe. It works for millions of people including myself. All love.
Edit: you might be inclined (rightfully so) to tell me to change myself before I ask others to change and to that I say I am trying my best to be the change I wish to see in the world. If my message of encouraging people to choose love before it’s too late strikes a nerve with you, perhaps this message is for you.
In the past year I've had and continue to have a variety of situations happen to remove people in my life. I continue to feel like the dead leaves shedding situation. Anyone else?
As an end-of-life doula, I’ve spent time with people as they approach death. It has made Rumi’s words feel a lot less like poetry and more of an invitation to loosen our grip on what we believe is permanent.
Perhaps that is part of what Rumi meant. Maybe we spend much of our lives asleep to what really matters, and only when the dream begins to dissolve do we recognize what was always real.
I’ve noticed that many people become less concerned with status, possessions, and old grievances as life draws to a close. What remains are love, presence, forgiveness and connection. Usually around that time they report that they see their deceased loved ones hanging around, beckoning them to come back Home, wherever that is. I’ve seen many clients reach out with their arms saying they see a loved one, and I usually feel a PRESENCE, like someone else is also in the same room as the client and I. One time I was talking to a client, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked behind me, nobody was there. Then my client points her finger behind me and said that her mom (long deceased) was there, standing behind me.
The more I work with the dying and terminally ill, the more I realize that life is but a dream and when we die, we wake up.
For centuries, ritual incense was believed to carry prayers upward, but some mixtures did far more than scent the air.
Residue analysis from certain ancient censers has revealed trace amounts of psychoactive compounds, suggesting these rituals may have induced powerful visionary states.
To early worshippers, the rising smoke wasn’t just symbolic.
It was a doorway.
I'm curious to hear everyones take when it comes to semen retention and using it to align with your highest self. It said to give you immense confidence, spiritual discipline and drive to be the best spiritual version of yourself? Do you believe there is anything to this practice? Or is it just a psyop cope for incels?
I personally feel like the majority of people on TikTok or YouTube who provide tarot readings or talk about signs from their angels/guides have spiritual psychosis. People are desperately seeking validation and confirmation on the decisions and choices they make in life and spirituality seems to provide this to them. For example they are considering leaving a job or a relationship they see 11:11 or a number plate with a phrase or a number sequence on it and they take this as confirmation! People think everything is a sign because they are deliberately looking for one and are in a hyper vigilant state wanting a sign.
Also when tarot readers give readings to the collective stating something vague like your ex is thinking about you and is going to reach out so many people think this applies to them are in the comments like wow you’ve explained my life circumstances right now and this further inflates the tarot reader/psychic psychosis. And also I highly doubt that the universe and angel’s and so on if they exist are sending you signs to tell you that everything you decide to do is divinely guided although it is a comforting thought. A lot of new age spirituality is feeding people’s inability to cope with the mundane and harsher aspects to life, something bad or negative can’t just happen it has to be that there is a mysterious higher meaning to it all the time.
Hello, everyone!
I’ve always felt like an incredibly old soul. Even as a child, I had this deep sense of being tired, homesick, and like I’d already been here for far too long.
A few years ago, I did a past-life regression because of a recurring memory that never felt like it belonged to this life. During it, I felt something I still struggle to explain: that my soul was ancient and constant, while each lifetime was just another expression of it.
Since then, one thought keeps following me: I don’t want to come back here again.
I don’t mean that in the sense of not wanting to live this life - I do. This is purely about spirituality, reincarnation, and what comes after. I just feel exhausted by the idea of returning to Earth over and over. I love people deeply, but I also seem to absorb suffering everywhere I go. Ever since I was little, I’ve felt the pain of people, animals, and living things so intensely that it sometimes feels like I’m carrying the weight of the world with me.
More than anything, I feel homesick for somewhere that isn’t here. A place I can’t remember, but somehow miss.
Is this a common feeling in spiritual circles? Does anyone else fear being reborn on Earth again or feel deeply tired of the cycle of reincarnation? If you’ve experienced this, how did you find peace with it?
So, that’s it. Have you experienced self-realization? If so, how?
Share your story and what you felt. Did you become pure consciousness and infinite love? Did you enter the eternal void? Did you merge with God?
Also, tell us the method you used to achieve it. Was it through Yoga, meditation, breathwork, psychedelics, astral travel? Tell us your story.
One of the most subtle and frustrating paradoxes I've encountered on this path is the realization that the ego can co-opt the journey toward enlightenment itself.
You start making progress, dropping attachments, and feeling a sense of deep presence, only for a quiet voice in your head whisper, "Look how much more awake you are than everyone else around you". It turns humility into a badge of pride and mindfulness into a competition. It feels like trying to wash blood off your hands with blood.
How do you realize when your ego has simply put on a "spiritual mask", and what practices help you dissolve it without falling into a loop of self judgement?
for months i was doing everything right. meditating every morning, journaling, avoiding negative people, monitoring my thoughts constantly. and i was
exhausted and honestly more anxious than before.
then i just stopped. not because i gave up on spirituality, but because i realized i was treating it like another thing to optimize and achieve instead of
just... living.
the irony is that when i stopped trying so hard to feel good, i actually started feeling good. like the pressure of maintaining a high vibe was its own low
vibe lol
i think a lot of us come to spirituality because we're anxious and then we just find a new thing to be anxious about
anyone else go through this phase?
I’m miserable, I dislike myself and I dislike life. I’m constantly worried, I’m stressed, I’m scared I’ll never be happy. Fundamentally, I hate many things about myself, and I’m worried I’ll never be a good person.
Does awakening help with such issues? I am aware I have a LOT to learn. I have been practicing meditation and mindfulness in general, and when I am successful, it brings me some semblance of relief for some times.
I do genuinely believe that in order to live a happy and meaningful life, I need to change something, I need to find a new way of thinking and relating to thoughts.
How do I do this? Where do I start? Maybe I’m barking up the wrong tree, maybe I shouldn’t be trying to find awakening as a means of running away from sadness, but I need something to change.
Advice welcome
Millions of people today practice meditation and yoga, and many report greater calm, relaxation, and mental clarity.
Yet deep spiritual awakening, enlightenment, or the profound wisdom described by ancient civilizations and spiritual traditions seems to remain extremely rare compared to the number of practitioners.
What makes this even more intriguing is that we now have access to more books, more information, more techniques, and more learning resources than ever before—resources that were unavailable to previous generations.
So what are we missing?
Have modern practices lost something that was once understood?
Is the issue with the methods themselves, the way they are practiced, or is there a missing key that is rarely discussed?
What do you think?
My son was talking about a scary dream he had where there was a killer called *Benny and Benny had killed me and taped me to the wall, also I was covered in red pen.
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This sent chills down my spine as I was seriously assaulted (obvs not murdered) by someone called Ben. I was covered in red pen and weirdly, the pen was taped to the wall.
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My son was telling me the dream alongside my partner and our other son so I didn't react at the time, other than saying that's really scary.
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I can't stop thinking about this. My children don't know what happened to me when I was younger. Even when I have discussed the event with (very few) people, I do not share the details about the pen and the tape.
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I did not want to talk to my partner about this as he is such a cynic he would shut it down as coincidence, but I feel there is more to this.
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I often think about how close I could have come to dying after the assault, and feel both fear and relief.
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* I have changed the name, but it's a similarly common kind of name.
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