Chaol Speaks:Reality, consciousness, time-space, mind, matter, and more

Hey Chaon,
I've been trying to take control of my reality by reducing chaos for a while. In the beginning everything seemed to be going very well. I had much time to contemplate and slow down everything. I was able to resist instant gratifications and I was feeling very good.
But after going back to school I found myself in a chaotic environment(faster learning, many ppl around me etc.)
I feel I'm weaker now when it comes to saying 'no' to chaos. What do you suggest?

Hi Chaon,

So, if I am understanding things correctly, my perspective is the only perspective there is and everything I am experiencing is a result of the symbols/potentials/interactions/relationships that exist as a result of my perspective's natural process of interpreting--in short my subconscious.

If this is the case, then the converse cannot be true for you. You are my creation and have no perspective.

But from your perspective I am your creation and I have no perspective.

How do you resolve this issue?

My understanding is that if I come into relationship with you then you are there as an individual living entity but I can’t see you and you can’t see me, so we each create our own physical representation to describe what is happening.

Interested to hear others thoughts on this.

Apologies for not responding to the recent posts in good time. I will be able to get to them in a couple of days. Thanks!

I can reply more in-depth in a few days but one of the best ways is to find systems to manage the chaos.

There's nothing wrong with chaos, as everything is 'chaotic' on some level. The question is how do we manage it?

Create systems and apply them. Too many people? Make a habit to not look strangers in the face (as people tend to do) from any distance, unless direct interaction is needed. (It takes a lot of mental energy to process a face.)

Faster learning? Try to find the underlying fundamentals of what you're learning. See the more simple commonalities between them all. (If you give some examples of 'faster learning' perhaps I can help you find this.)

more later...

When you say "you" (meaning me) you are referencing an aspect of yourself.

We can create any contradictions in what we invent, but it doesn't mean contradictions actually exist. Language is part of the problem. You have definitions for "me", "you", etc., that could be very different than how they should be defined.

It is easy to say "me" for example, but what does it really mean? Where is "I" exactly?

We don't really have a definition for "me" so how can we have a definition for "you"?

In this way there are no contradictions because "I" is everything in our perspective.

For someone else it is the same, yes, but that person is still you. Their perspective is your perspective, as are their experiences and opinions and thoughts, etc., are also.

A short exercise...

part of you likes the color pink, part of you doesn't.

Which is how you really feel?

Some atoms in your body have adverse reactions to oxygen (for example) and some don't. So, what is your perspective on oxygen?

You have one perspective about an event, but a friend has an other perspective. How is it possible that your friend can have a 'different' perspective when you are supposedly everything? In this way, your friend's perspective is also a part of your perspective.

But don't think of 'I' as your body or name or personal identity, however. It includes everything, just as your personal identity is a composite of all the atoms, cells, organisms, thoughts, microbes, etc., that you can break your own self into. You call this "me" when they have their own thoughts and 'perspectives'.

The larger perspective is the source of your perspective.

Last Edited by The Builder on 11/20/2016 02:02 AM

Hi! :)

It's an interesting experience for us, too! I'm having difficulty seeing Chaol as a she :)

I'm not sure you could call your first experience with Chaol "communication" LOL! Nevertheless, it doesn't really matter. In fact, sometimes, I prefer not to try to frame things into something that makes some kind of sense. It seems there are just some mysteries and I'm good with that.

Hi :) Hope you're well.

I'm not a clear channel, of course, so her concepts and ideas are filtered through my own perspective. But I try as best as I can :D

Yes. Sometimes things don't need words at all.

I simplified the website, for the curious.

[link to www.qmetaphysics.com]

Some may like it, others may not.

Thanks. I usually like a good read late at night of other topics and hadnt found one yet. This looks intresting and may even prove useful.

:)

5 fucking stars? This thread has 5 fucking stars??? The absuoulute gullibility the human race is exactly why it is doomed By its stupidity and need for impetuous drama. Liife is boring for basement dwellers thus threads like this exist.

Get up out of your chair, walk outside, take a deep breath of fresh air, take your ego for a walk and let it wear itself out so it can give you and the world a break from its insolent, unimportant existence.

That's good advice! Thanks :)

Nice!

Dont tell us and only you are the key to 'the' true reality.

Why do you want me to be a key?

Thanks!

Want ? Where did you read "I want..."

Read? Where did you read "I read..."

I had to go through about 4 different threads to find this link. What I'd like to know, is your perception of the purpose of the various threads? Maybe if I knew how they are organized to you, I might not have so much trouble figuring out which ones to read, lol!

I try to keep up with all of them but it's getting more difficult. And, I can't let the older ones go. I bump them once in a while.

Hey there, Mr Gammon.

I've been contemplating a conundrum after reading quite a bit of your books and your activity in previous threads and under various nicknames.

Thinking about how all of my experience is my perspective got me wondering about personal responsibility. There's the obvious question of whether it is this character "Steph" that shoulders the responsibility of what is experienced, but I suppose that is irrelevant since he experiences empathy as though involuntarily.

It is strange, though. I was eating out with my sister the other day and an anxious group came to hang up a missing person notice. The missing 24-year old woman became the object of my conversation with my sister. I speculated that she had simply run off on her own without telling anyone. Perhaps she needed some time alone. In my mind, I briefly entertained the possibility that she was truly missing and that something terrible might've happened to her. I dismissed the idea, such a world is not one I am happy to live in.

I found out that evening that the woman had been found. She had been shot dead.

If twenty people are killed in a terrorist shooting, I process it differently.

So I observe Steph, and I notice that he has become an expert at indifference. He didn't skip a beat when he learned the missing woman had been shot and his eyes don't lose their glaze when he learns that yet another 20 or 30 people had been killed.

20 dead people is a strange idea. One missing woman makes more sense. Plus I also saw her worried family. I'm sure they were all trying not to lose their minds in worry. They really loved her, dare they hope she make it home in one piece?

A woman had been murdered, and someone pulled the trigger. Was it a finger or a human animal? Or perhaps it was a certain corner of a planet that once crashed into the one I call home? Did the Big Bang kill the woman? Steph wonders.

20 dead people. What if one of them was named Miguel? He was grabbing a drink on the way home. It was a long day at work, and he was a pessimist but he liked his dog that was waiting for him. He'd be sure to feed his animal friend before going to sleep. 1/20. The other one had been a schoolteacher. She was still young, and not very experienced. She had gotten cross with a student and regretted it. She'd be sure to rectify it the next school day. There are 22 students in the class she taught. Exactly 12 boys and 10 girls. They call her Ms. Henry. They'll never see her again. 2/20. The mind falters when faced with the uncountable numbers.

Steph is a little too empathetic and not very strong. He'd cry himself to sleep at night but his nose gets too stuffy so he has to get up and clear it out. Recently, he watched a video about domestic violence. A father and son attacked the mother together. Steph was disturbed, but this is already too much to handle. He pushes it out of his mind and watches a cat gif and reads about the newest scientific breakthrough about taking steps to cure type 1 diabetes. Hurray. The world is such a beautiful place.

Steph lie staring at his glow-in-the-dark stars pasted to his ceiling and he pretends he is talking to god and god asks Steph, "would you go die in their place? Not just these 20, but the missing woman, and all the other people who died, in the wars, of starvation, by accident and by malice?"

Steph says "Yes" but he knows that it's a lie. It's a lie because god is not real. God had left him a long time ago. But Steph would consider it, if he were to remember what the purpose of his suffering was as he took the place of every tortured soul.

Steph wonders how insane it is that he could feel such anger at the death of 24-year-old missing woman, and yet would not hesitate to shoot someone if he felt that his life would depend on it.

Steph goes to the trolley cart and doesn't push the fat man, doesn't push the smaller group and decides that nobody has time to figure out which of the group is a criminal. Steph would sacrifice himself, but isn't that just because he's suicidal? For the suicidal, self-sacrifice doesn't award brownie points. A good thing, perhaps, lest they find meaning in the act and at the last moment wish to live.

I'm watching Steph, and the suffering in the world destroys him. The other Steph knows that he also likes the violence. He enjoys the violent video games and feels like justice can only be served when the villain is killed slowly, fully cognizant of his impending doom.

It is so strange. Steph wants everyone to suffer. But more than that, he wants everyone to have a happy ending.

Steph doesn't want to live anymore. If his reality is simply his perspective, then if he kills himself will he change perspective?

That is an interesting idea.

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Is there a way to suffer in everyone's place so that they get a happy ending? With empathy, I suffer anyway, and without it I do not wish to be. If you've got some advice, I'd be interested. But if there exists, in this farce of an irreality, the role of Sufferer, I'd switch places with anyone who suffers for the rest of eternity. I have always wanted to create, more than I have wanted to live, but to create is to bear, to stand under, to sub ferre ---> suffer. The only thing more lovely than creating would be if there were someone to delight in the creation. The happy ending of those whose suffering I bear would be enough for me.

The wetness of water has never been so wet. The freshness of the air after a rain has never been so pleasant. These days, even a gluten free cookie can be delicious. The possibilities are endless, and there are so many places to see!

But let me talk to the manager. Let me tell him that I'll go suffer in everyone's place. Please.

I hate sad endings. I simply cannot bear them. :)

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