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Each of us have our own stories of synchronicities or glitches, or we can try to case things off mechanics, or perhaps strange things that have happened throughout the years (which to me, seems to be getting “amped up” recently.. or maybe this is just because I’m paying attention).

Anyway. None of us can prove it. And no, it doesn’t mean that any of this is less real. If anything, it would prove God, no? Someone would have had to create it (it’s the same circle we can do which I’m not interested in; e.g. okay well then who created God, okay well then who created the Big Bang etc).

Ultimately, why do you think this ‘place’ is a sim?

Would prefer this be for serious conversations. Debates welcome. Just keep it civil.

Most of the time when this topic comes up, it jumps straight to the paranoid stuff where everyone is freaked out. Are we NPCs, does this mean nothing is real, if life is a game then no one is real (not true), is there a point to any of it, what happens then when we die, does that mean we reincarnate, why are we even here, etc etc. I get why that's what we all immediately jump to.

Like the thought that if this is some kind of constructed or simulated experience, then someone or something bothered to make it detailed enough for a sunset to actually hit different some evenings, or for a song to catch you off guard and ruin your day (if you allow it to).

Not looking for the "we're probably in a simulation and it's terrifying because this means my dog is fake and is going to eat me while I sleep and I'll reincarnate as a worm which sucks" kind of answers lol. Plenty of that already exist. I want to hear the version that made you feel a little more okay if you found there was definitive proof that I could give to you and say look, here it is, we are in a simulation. If I showed you the proof, what's your positive reaction to it.

We spend a lot of time looking up at the stars and it's something that has been passed down to me from multiple generations. It's something I've personally always enjoyed and I got her into it. She started using my binoculars and doing some "light" stargazing (no pun intended). We often spend time outside looking up at the stars and talking about life and our loved ones that have passed away (grandparents and whatnot). Had a genuine moment tonight where she asked me how far I thought the farthest light was, how long it might take to get there. Which then led us into an entire conversation about Einstein, the theory of relativity, surpassing the speed of light, becoming infinitely large, etc etc.

The entire purpose of this post is to tell you to spend time with your kids and get outside. Not only are you getting to view something incredible together but you get an opportunity to break away from technology and have a genuine conversation with each other.

I also want to ask you all something. Why have I, and the generations before me, been so incredibly amazed at the stars? I know that this dates back for eons and yeah we can all say ancestors were obsessed with the stars and always looked up and had questions. But what is it? Is it curiosity? Wanting to understand the nature of reality? Home? A longing (that's what it feels like to me, like I'm missing something)? Do you feel this way? Do you feel like, when you look up at the sky, that you're looking at home? It just doesn't ever get old to me. And I know that she's now having the same wonder and fascination as myself. I feel like I could sit there for hours and hours just staring at the sky. Several years ago we saw several meteors during one of the meteor showers which she still references.

Anyway I'm going to stop tying or I'll end up on a total rant about stars, meteors, nebulas, our existence, etc.

(I really need to get a telescope. I keep saying this to myself and at some point I'm going to get us that as a gift. Anyone here who is using a telescope must really feel deeply connected)

First, a story, then the moral of the lesson.

At 2:47 in the morning, a man named Derek is winning an argument. The argument is happening on the internet, against a stranger whose profile picture is a cartoon frog. Derek has been composing his latest reply for eleven minutes. It is devastating. It contains a source. The stranger will almost certainly not read the source, because the stranger is either asleep, a teenager in another hemisphere, or a piece of software, but Derek is not thinking about that. Derek is thinking about winning.

Tomorrow, Derek has a presentation that could change the trajectory of his career. He will deliver it on four hours of sleep, through a fog he will blame on the coffee being weak. The presentation will go fine. Merely fine. The promotion will eventually go to someone whose presentations go better than fine, and Derek will call that person lucky, and Derek will be wrong.

Nobody stole Derek’s career. Derek spent it, at 2:47 in the morning, in increments too small to notice, on a frog.

The moral: The internet will always give you another frog. Your best hours won’t come back.

An excerpt from my book, The Game of Earth: A No-Bullshit Player's Guide by ZD Fanawe

Typically we ask ourselves if we can afford to buy something or not, or we assume buying XYZ will make us happy. What emotional state does this purchase actually buy, and how long does that state last, is a more unique question to pose to yourself before making a major purchase.

For example a $4,000 vacation that leaves you restored for three months can be a better investment than a $400 impulse buy that gives you 20 minutes of distraction (and yes I know this depends on what the vacation is since sometimes you need a vacation from the vacation, seriously)

Anyway.

The highest emotional returns are usually ones that protect your future in some way (whether that be your health or your relationships or whatnot) rather than a purchase that is made to signal status.

Something to think about. I like buying things that genuinely help my mental well being and I’ve noticed that big expenses in the past that I thought “made me happy” were things that wore off weeks or sometimes even days after.

I used to think the big changes already happened. Berenstain. The cornucopia. Etc.

Once you notice those, you start treating the phenomenon like some kind of finished event. Something that shifted years ago and left some traces behind.

That framing is wrong. Because it keeps happening on the micro and personal level.

A detail you checked last month is different this month. A song lyric that sat in your head for twenty years suddenly has a different last word when you hear it again. Or one that just happened to me the other day was being told we never ate at a specific restaurant a few months ago even though I remember sitting outside eating there. This isn’t dementia. Clean bill of health. Nothings going on with my memory.

Is anyone here having personal Mandelas that they can’t make sense of…

Recommendation to stop treating life like a puzzle that can be solved with enough information. It’s like following clues, sharing videos, listing flags, waiting for the moment when the truth becomes undeniable enough to set you free. You don’t need to do this you can set yourself free. When you study all this long enough you come to the realization and conclusion that information is not the key, it’s actually something else entirely (I’ll get to that). The farm was designed to function even when the livestock knows exactly what it is.

Your awareness here and how you go about your day is what matters.

But here’s the thing, the entities don’t fear awareness. They could care less what you or I know, what we believe, what we think, where we work, how many trophies we got in high school, what car we bought last week; none of it matters. They farm it all instead. Outrage is food. Arguments are food. Almost everything is food.

What actually ends the cycle is colder. It’s the moment everything loses its emotional charge. It’s when you stop feeding it all. I had to google this to find the company but it was Del Taco, they had a slogan that was “feed the beast.” Ironic. Do the opposite of this (I don’t mean don’t eat, of course, I mean stop feeding all the nonsense)

When the idea of returning, of finishing something, of seeing someone again, of proving something, simply fails to move you. No, you’re not some transcended enlightened glowing master who’s better than everyone (And if you feel like that you need to go through ego death and some dark nights of the soul). It’s just that the story stopped mattering and you’ve come to the realization of that and have a sort of peace about it.

My key point here is the farm has no power over a consciousness that no longer needs the farm.

That state is rare. Most people don’t even realize they’re in it. It feels more like the quiet after a long argument when both sides realize there’s nothing left to win. From there the light looks like any other advertisement. You don’t fight it. You don’t study it. You simply have no use for what it’s selling.

The ones who reach that state rarely talk about it, because talking itself starts to feel like yet another form of participation in the matrix.

Ultimately, guys, stop feeding the machine.

A few years ago this was fringe. And somewhere around 20 years ago all of this was crazy conspiracy tin foil hat stuff and you’d get laughed at. Now it’s congressional testimony and declassified footage. And somehow daily life continued exactly as it was before. Nobody changed their priorities. People aren’t talking about it in daily life outside of the internet. Honestly it’s like we are all so disconnected from everything. The most recent news should be world altering, you’d think.

If a UFO lands on the White House lawn, is anyone even going to be concerned lol. Seems to me like they’ll just go “oh hey, look, a ufo. Crazy. So anyway, what are your plans for the weekend.”

I’m not expecting people to freak out or something, but it’s strange that no one talks about it. I’ve brought it up to a few friends and it was just more of a “yeah pretty weird” then a change of subject 🥴

I think we are more than ready for full disclosure.

Try this for a minute. Sit still and do nothing. Don’t try to think about anything in particular. Just wait.

Within a few seconds a thought shows up. Maybe it’s something you need to do later, or a memory, or a random song lyric. You didn’t choose it. It just appeared, the way a text notification randomly shows up.

Now ask yourself something most people never ask. Who received that thought? Something in you noticed it arrive. Something in you is aware of it happening. That awareness isn’t the thought itself. It’s whatever is sitting behind the thought, watching it show up.

Most people go their entire life assuming they are their thoughts. Whatever pops into their head, they treat it as “me thinking.” But if you can notice a thought arriving, the way you’d notice a car driving by, or the random text message showing up, then you’re not the car or the text. You become the one standing there watching it pass by.

That’s the whole practice. Not stopping your thoughts. Just noticing that something in you was already there before the thought showed up, and is still there after it leaves. And the deeper part of this is, truly, what is that. You consciousness. Your soul. I don’t know.

Everyone treats deja vu as harmless and moves on. I don’t know if it’s happening to you but I’ve seen a ridiculous increase in deja vu over the last several years where I could swear to you that event most definitely happened, and it lasts for a solid minute (and yes my brain is healthy, I’m fully aware of certain medical conditions that cause it).

But my main point here is think about what deja vu actually is. A moment feels like it already happened, in exact detail, right before it happens. And we have no real idea as to why it’s happening. The science community doesn’t have a real, true answer. It’s like a something looping or duplicating behind the scenes, as if our life has already been lived before. Are you having an increase in deja vu lately?

The brain under general anesthesia is still active. Neurons fire. Electrical activity continues, it’s measurable. And yet the person experiencing it reports nothing. Not blackness, not time passing slowly. Just gone. If consciousness were purely a byproduct of neural activity, how do we explain this. Something is being switched off that isn’t the ‘hardware’ so to speak.

Nobody built an explanation for why particles behave like waves until someone looks. No metaphor either, that’s the literal result, repeated for a hundred years. So we have a universe with fixed physical laws that also change based on whether something is watching sounds less like physics and more like a rendering optimization.

Games do this. They only compute what’s in the player’s view. Everything else stays approximate until it needs to be exact. I genuinely wish we had a way of proving the sim theory. I have subjective things, like personal stories, which raises my suspicion that it’s definitely a sim… but nothing I can point to as concrete evidence. Like another Redditor and I were discussing, maybe the speed of light is our limit within the sim. Maybe if it’s surpassed you actually leave the simulation (and we can’t ugh)