I can't figure out who I am?

It's possible that we all can.

Though it'd be interesting if to other people we were identifiable, just not to ourselves.

I have felt like you when I have isolated myself.

With no role to play, with no projection of who I am from others, it seems the only certainty is my existence and its purpose utterly baffling.

Anxiety has driven me to this place before.

BUT the world is more than you or I, and we choose who we are. There is meaning, I believe. There is so much beauty in this world, so much love.

I don't know why, but those aspects I observe help me break the rusty chains that bind me inside my mind. Connecting with others or simply watching birds.

You have to choose your path. No one can live your life for you.

The philosophy you read about just now is nihilism. It is the belief that nothing matters. It is terrible and I hope you do not succumb to it as I have in the past.

Live and find who you are. Take risks and find trust. Give yourself and you will find people giving in return. Cherish the kindness you can do.

I choose to be a good person. Well I try to be.

In the context of this thread that video just scared the schyte out of me.

So, I've been noticing lately some anomalies. They relate to time, space and also people.

It's sort of like I'm sitting in one of those fake mini-vans that they have in museums. You know the ones. You get inside. They close the doors. Then there is a movie screen playing, while the sound is pumping and hydraulics are tossing the van around.

So, I've identified sensory events that repeat no matter where I go. They take up the same time slot, and they feel generally the same, but in different places they map into different events. I've identified people/souls that I've run into more than once. I love this one. It's beautiful. I love when I run into souls that I know. And, I've seen time loop, or timelines, as GLP-ers tend to call them.

So, you can believe all of that, or you can believe that I am delusional/dreaming. In either case, my next question still stands.

I can't identify who I am in this cosmic time wheel. Who am I? Seriously, I don't know.

Judging from the reactions of other people towards me, I'd say that I'm something that they want on their side, but that they never fully trust, and feel they have to monitor and test constantly. I hate that, by the way. I understand their concerns, but it's no fun for me.

So who am I? Unfortunately I have no idea. Not even a guess. I can't find anyone else like me, past, present or future. The fictional character of Shane I identified with, but that's fiction.

You sound like you think too much and like to use your imagination.

Who are you, who is anyone ? We are the things we do.

lmfao

standby - i'll just e-mail everyone and ask ................

the cheese is in the chutney

mmmmmm CHUTNEY

My old Aussie friend taught me how to make if from scratch. Sure do miss him... He kicked our asses and took us out into the bush and taught us not to be such poofs...

Is it like driving, everything is moving but your not really moving yet you are moving, try imagining the vehicle is non existing while you are driving, watch everything move, yet there you are sitting down in the air, the vehicle is not there, not moving.

Does your mini van carry other people, and are those nerds gang stalkers?

:youreafag:

So, I've been noticing lately some anomalies. They relate to time, space and also people.

It's sort of like I'm sitting in one of those fake mini-vans that they have in museums. You know the ones. You get inside. They close the doors. Then there is a movie screen playing, while the sound is pumping and hydraulics are tossing the van around.

I've identified sensory events that repeat no matter where I go. They take up the same time slot, and they feel generally the same, but in different places they map into different events. I've identified people/souls that I've run into more than once. I love this one. It's beautiful. I love when I run into souls that I know. And, I've seen time loop, or timelines, as GLP-ers tend to call them.

You can believe all of that, or you can believe that I am delusional/dreaming. In either case, my next question still stands.

I can't identify who I am in this cosmic time wheel. Who am I? Seriously, I don't know.

Judging from the reactions of other people towards me, I'd say that I'm something that they want on their side, but that they never fully trust, and feel they have to monitor and test constantly. I hate that, by the way. I understand their concerns, but it's no fun for me.

So who am I? Unfortunately I have no idea. Not even a guess. I can't find anyone else like me, past, present or future. The fictional character of Shane I identified with, but that's fiction.

I have felt like you when I have isolated myself.

With no role to play, with no projection of who I am from others, it seems the only certainty is my existence and its purpose utterly baffling.

Anxiety has driven me to this place before.

BUT the world is more than you or I, and we choose who we are. There is meaning, I believe. There is so much beauty in this world, so much love.

I don't know why, but those aspects I observe help me break the rusty chains that bind me inside my mind. Connecting with others or simply watching birds.

You have to choose your path. No one can live your life for you.

The philosophy you read about just now is nihilism. It is the belief that nothing matters. It is terrible and I hope you do not succumb to it as I have in the past.

Live and find who you are. Take risks and find trust. Give yourself and you will find people giving in return. Cherish the kindness you can do.

I choose to be a good person. Well I try to be.

thank you. finally someone else says it. i don't care if you are a bot ornot,fucking thank you.

this: The philosophy you read about just now is nihilism. It is the belief that nothing matters. It is terrible and I hope you do not succumb to it as I have in the past.

nihilism is the most evil godamn cocksucking SOUL sucking shit on the face of the planet and in existence, period.

babyfuckers have less evil in them than those who would smother and deny the soul. fuck them in their pussies.

I am NOT NOTHING YOU GODAMN MOTHERFUCKERS! I HAVE AND AM SOMEONE AND WILL LIVE ETERNALLY.

you cannot destroy that. you can make me suffer with your fucking evil shit but you cannot destroy the soul AND I DO HAVE ONE.
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nihilist fucks. evil torturing coksuckers.

You know what says all of that stuff? The thing that you're imprisoning yourself with.

You say "I do have a soul," that's great. But what are you? What makes up YOU, if not just a bunch of half-cocked, thrown-together beliefs?

it's a machine

ypu are driving a machine.

self lubricating machine

who are you? you cannot know without beliefs. but the beliefs are given to you from others so the question of, who am i, cannot stand.

interesting

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present participle

noun GRAMMAR

the form of a verb, ending in -ing in English, which is used in forming continuous tenses, e.g. in I'm thinking, alone in non-finite clauses, e.g. in sitting here, I haven't a care in the world, as a noun, e.g. in good thinking, and as an adjective, e.g. in running water.

notice
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verb
gerund or present participle: noticing
become aware of.





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(Also note, though I'm developing this theory in this thread, I retain the right to have a totally different theory in other threads. Please don't expect consistency across my threads.)

.... a vast plan, according to which he grouped the Moon-creatures, dividing them, after their last deaths, into classes, and sub-classes, and sub-sub-classes, in a quite definite way, apparently by some kind of magnetisation; this set up particular rates of vibration, and the people who could work best at one such rate were grouped together, and those who worked best at another rate were similarly grouped, and so on, when He was dealing with huge multitudes, as on globe D. These groups appeared to form themselves automatically in the heaven-world of globe D, as figures on a vibrating disc form themselves under the impact of a musical note; but on the three earlier globes more easily distinguished lines of cleavage appeared, and people were sent off by a great Official, evidently working on a definite plan. The Seed-Manu was aided in His gigantic task by many great Beings, who carried out His directions, and the whole vast plan...

Living the answer is the peace that passeth understanding.