I don't even remember making this post. Weird shit is going on in my perceptual reality. My backpack moved across the room last night. Objects appearing and disappearing. I'm in stream-entry, so I have an unshakable faith in the machinations of Karma and the dharmas that have come before. But God wants me to make my own school of thought; it's important present the truth in as many ways as possible to illuminate the paths available for a layman, novice, or neophyte. Part of this is marketing; the biggest problems we face in education today are ultimately marketing problems. How do we get the kids not just to read but to give a shit about reading. Sometimes projecting a hopeless reality is good, as it can spur a connection with someone who is lost in the tall grass and does not trust the shepherds.

Step four is starting your own Gnostic religion.

It's a little sad to me when people get super obsessive about prison planet theory and think we're trapped in some sort of actual physical hell. These people have looked at all the good in life and considered it an illusion, then found all the worst and most pessimistic theories and believed it to be proven fact.

Life can get rough but that raw existential fear is what feeds the worst in this world. It's better to just accept go with the flow.