Damus
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I have a little bit of a medical background. Not an MD, opted not to push that far. I originally wanted to go to school to build people, to improve on being human. It is truly fascinating what we are. It is not wrong, it is not right, we are just evolving. I need someone to argue with me that it is not some sort of free will simulation, that we are not just a subset of particles and positive and negative energetic forces, recycled like an etch a sketch (a child's toy if you're not picking up what I'm putting down). I remember in the first Avatar movie, "she said all energy is only borrowed, and one day you have to give it back."

It's a pretty cool gift, a purpose truly unknown.
An adventure.


Dive deep, like, one would obsess on the Bitcoin topic to fully comprehend it but into

Psyonics
UAP
The moon/Space
Near-death experiences
Out of body experiences.
Abduction stories
Places like the Giza plateau
5MEoDMT
Consciousness

I could go on.


Really dive deep and fully comprehend what's going on. It'll take a bit of time.




My marbles are blown in fascination, we don't know what we don't learn. Learn how to learn and you realize you're invincible.


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