I am playing around lately with hanging/asphyxia just a belt around the neck sort of thing. I am unsure if this world is real or not. It is so evil here I am so confused. I know I don’t belong here. I am suffering so bad. Maybe this world is some sort of demented matrix false reality I don’t know…I just know this world is way, way, off. Often times my dreams feel more real than “real life”. So I’ve got to try to hang to try to find out whats out there, what’s really going on on the other side. Cause I do believe theres another side, no I don’t believe in a perfect place or in heaven but I believe in a better place perhaps. And this world’s going to hell I don’t believe there is any hope for this world at all, this world’s just going to burn up one day. But when I do my little practice experiments with asphyxia to get some idea of what hanging would be like, it gets really painful really quick. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. but within just a couple minutes there is a lot of head pressure and whirring sounds and painful pressure to the head. Maybe I am just weak, and scared of the pain, but I was relieved last time when I stopped after just about two minutes to get the pressure off my head. I know I’ve got to try the real deal soon, I just am afraid of the “procedure” and want a success. I keep thinking what if I hanged and made it to the “beyond this world” and, if there is something or someone out there, maybe I could talk to somebody. On the other side. Somebody who know what is going on. I’m just waiting for a day when I have no important responsibilities in order to give it a try, at least. If I don’t die I’ll let you guys know how it went.
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i’ve thought along those lines sometimes… everything sucks so bad, why not try to die just to test the theory of this supposed “other side?” You’ll either get your answer, or you won’t.
I honestly can’t believe that, if, there really is a “god,” that he would be upset with his own inferior creations, who are unable to understand his divine reasonings, ending their own lives. Why would a perfect being blame a lesser creature for not understanding something more complex than they could grasp? Especially if this god supposedly created us to be the way we are.
It doesn’t make any sense. If he made us what we are, how can he punish us for being the ways he made us? Why would he blame us for failing in exactly the ways we’re designed to fail?
If anything, to argue that god exists, means that god is satisfied by any outcome we manifest… since it’s actually all “part of his divine and incomprehensible plan.”
OTOH, if humans are able to understand enough logic to defeat the notion of the existence of such a being… then we have to accept the responsibility that comes with that elevated power of understanding, and accept that this world was made by natural chaos, and not any “god.”
Perhaps the singularity which erupted in the big bang at the beginning of the universe, was simply a particle of god… in which case, sure, he “knows” his own particles exist, and is in control of his body… but he’s probably not even aware of us, let alone creating any of this intentionally, or having any control… or even able to intervene, even if he did know we were here and needing help from “above” or “beyond.”
It’s all very fantastical.
Again, OTOH, i do often wonder… what is the origin of individual consciousness? Why am i self-aware? How did i become a mind/body organic machine, able to choose its own actions, and contemplate complex ideas, and consider so many of the various aspects of my environment?
What am i?
What are you?
What are we?
What is all this?
Is any of this even real?
Perhaps there is a “god,” and it is some… sort of… supernatural “life force,” which manifests individually, separately, in each living thing, and experiences the universe subjectively (to borrow from bill hicks… who possibly borrowed from jung)…
So maybe it really IS too complex for us to grasp?
And maybe there is an “anti-life” force, which is corrupting the natural order of things… possibly as nature intends… and some of us just get stuck with that corruptive influence and live miserably, as conduits through which energy equalizes, ever in the flux of seeking an impossible balance.
Or maybe someday that balance will be reached, upon the heat death of the universe… long after our solar system has expired.
Or maybe we’re just animals who figured out how to use tools and build machines… and some of us are just unlucky and don’t get to experience “life” the way most seem to.
All the questions may never be answered.
I am certain that things could be better for me… but most of what’s wrong is not my choice, nor is most of it within my realm of influence, to change.
I am at the mercy of others… while they tell me it’s all up to me.
In the end, they will almost certainly forget the very advice they gave.
It’s all up to me. If i don’t see what i want as attainable, i don’t have to be here anymore.
It’s fascinating but horrifying. I can’t go on asking these questions anymore to myself. I am asking myself all day long…what is this world? what am I? I have to get these questions answered or end up in a straight jacket. I’ve got to be brave enough to go all the way (hang) but like I said, the pain!! Am I willing to conquer the pain and fear in order to try to find someone to answer my questions?! I’m not afraid of me dying but the fear of my relatives finding me dead in my closet…if only they could understand I don’t mean to hurt anybody. I mean to help I want to help. It’s become clear to me there isn’t any help inside this “matrix”, theres nobody who knows anything, and most people don’t care, but a rare few of us are tormented souls who will need the truth at any cost. Apparently truth is always costly, huh? I am so glad you are out there somewhere wondering the same critical questions friend most people never even ask themselves the questions. But I feel sick inside something is like a lie wrapped around my eyes blinding me and I’ve got to get “unblinded”
Fascinating, horrifying, beautiful, terrible… and those who push the limits of human comprehension, tend to be shunned by those who don’t.
Upon exhausting my contemplative capacity, i tend to resign myself to the realm of “it is what it is…” and make the best answer i can, from all that can be observed… because that’s about the best i can do.
It’s possible that we’re only able to ask these questions while we’re alive in these forms, with insufficient capacity to understand the answers.
Essentially: we are able to determine that we have limits, and that there are questions we can ask, whose answers cannot be known. There are things we can wonder, but not know. We are able to know what can and can’t be known.
We are able to predict what can and can’t be done. We are able to know what is possible… and what is not.
We are able to determine when and where and how our efforts can be applied, and in which ways, in order to achieve the furthest advances of our abilities. We are able to know our potential… but almost never are we able to reach it.
We are able to know more than we can see… and even begin to grasp just how much more than even that, there is.
We can focus entirely on ourselves, our own sphere of local existence, even explore “innerspace,” internally. Or, we can zoom out so far, to the outer limits of perception, to the hazy fringes of comprehension, at which scale we are as invisible as atoms, locally.
“…if only they could understand…”
A tragic sentiment i find so familiar… but the costly truth is that they can’t.
Those who don’t need to think, don’t need to think. And so they will not, have not had the experience of the circumstances necessary to generate that perspective.
For those who cannot understand, the best you can do is attempt to prepare them, or attempt to leave a trail of breadcrumbs to lead the way into that abyss, should they feel so inclined, perhaps compelled, to reach for the answers they may seek.
And maybe this is a place where faith can still be useful. Maybe faith, not in a supernatural divinity, but in our fellow human beings; though less advanced or prepared than we may be; perhaps they will be able to reach a place of acceptance, of understanding, even without seeing everything you or i have seen. And if they don’t, or can’t, then that’s just the way things go, sometimes. Sometimes those blinding lies can be quite comforting. Sometimes it takes the courage to face the darkness, to appreciate what is revealed, through what isn’t showing.
Maybe some of us are meant to push the envelope with questions, while others find the answers easily, without being able to understand them… and then their questions are about how to understand the answers… which ultimately, eventually, teaches them to ask the right questions.
Not everyone is ready to understand that some of us are ready to go before we’re forced. Maybe in time they will come to appreciate how much you endured, to allow them to prepare… for what you’ve been ready and waiting for.
I would advise a thorough re-evaluation of everything, to make sure you did all you could, of all you wanted to do, before.
if this world is evil ? why dont you try to make it a better place ?