what did it take for your faith to become "unshakeable"
It is not “faith”, faith by definition is the trust in the unseen as eventual appearing truth—it is almost religious in a way
This is not faith, this is knowing . It is like asking me how did I make my belief in the sun’s heat unshakeable . I don’t need to believe that, it is simply just what I know
What you know is by default, unshakable. So what you should be asking is what did it take for me to know Self. Simply it was curiosity
I was curious about the nature of this precedent Awareness that was constant in every experience no matter the appearance. I noticed and noticed and kept noticing how much this Awareness always remained unsoiled and untouched by the otherwise chaotic subject of its attention
Then I noticed how for anything to even exist it must be within the field of Awareness, from there I kept deconstructing until I realized even the so called solid “i” was just a mere story appearing within Awareness
Which means there is no ‘I’ which means I am not ‘I’ and if I am not ‘I’ then I must be something else or maybe nothing at all, I realized Awareness was much closer to MySelf than this unstable identity I observed and from then it was constant deliberate actions to deconstruct what I thought I knew and contemplate the words of others who realized Self before me
Now I’m sharing my insights so others can do the same, it’s much easier coming from me—all you have to do is get curious, notice and contemplate
I think some misinformation that is going around is that the void is simply a state where you don't feel your body, where you see black, where you can chill and try to shift from.
People need to realise that a state like that, although useful for shifting, is not what was originally seen as the void, it's just something you reach while relaxed, while you're about to fall asleep or meditate.
I do not mean to invalidate anyone's experiences, truly. But I see so many people say, ''I go to the void every night and I still didn't shift.''
You have to realise that the void is a state where you are not connected to a physical world at all. You see nothing, because you have no eyes, you don't feel anything, you don't even really think the way you do right now. There are no worries, there's no overthinking. You literally just are, and because of that, anything you want manifests immediately.
Try to close one eye, keep the other one open. What do you see through your closed eye? Nothing, right? No black, no colours, simply nothing. That's comparable to what it feels like to have no eyes.
Obviously this is still customisable, I mean, we're talking about infinite possibilities, so anything you want is possible, even for a state like that. Genuinely don't feel limited, and also don't feel like you're doing anything wrong or can't make it the exact way you want it to be.
But the baseline is; in the void, you manifest instantly. It's not a state you reach while relaxing your body, you're completely separate from this earthly plane, which is exactly why it's so useful for shifting.
IMAGINE: ON THE TRIP TO RUSSIA, INSTEAD OF MAXXIE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH TONY, HE ENDED UP HAVING SEX WITH ANWAR
part 2
pov:Anwar
My mother enters the room right when I'm masturbating. Such a hassle! Would it kill her to knock first?
Max is so fed up with me, he can’t handle how hyped I am for the trip anymore.
– Did you pack your bag yet? (Ugh, seriously, Mom?)
– No, Mom! I’ll do it later.
– Don’t worry. Here are your clothes.
– Crap… oh, damn it! Thanks, Mom.
Oh, shit! My mom forgot to wash my travel clothes. I’ll call Max and ask to borrow some.
– Hey Maxxie.
– Hey, man. What’s up?
– My mom forgot to wash my clothes. Can you lend me a shirt and some pants?
– That sucks, dude. Swing by my place, and we’ll go together. You can grab the clothes then. (God, I love this guy!)
His dad is giving us a ride to the airport, and he won’t stop clinging to his dog! Oh, I forgot to mention, I ended up stealing one of Max’s beanies, lol.
Max's lying on my shoulder... I'm starting to get turned on! (please get out)
– It’s got nothing to do with you, it’s the vibrations! (Hope he buys it.)
– Hm, yeah. (Stop looking at me like that!)
– Fuck off, homo.
– Are you gonna be excited entire trip? (maybe)
–Just wait until we get there. Oh man, those Russian peasant women will do anything for Levi's and a Big Mac!
–So.. happy to feel the Russian air?
–... oh, sorry, I was paying attention to that security guard’s tits. (look that niples!)
These guards are looking at me strangely. If I get distracted, I’m going to get in trouble.
Oh shit! The metal detector keeps beeping! I haven’t done anything! Get you hands off me, you sneaky russians! Please professor, help me! I WANT MY MOMMY.
Well, at least we managed to cover up Sid, the drugs it’s well hidden.
– Max, do you trust this old scrap?
– No. But since the bus is broken, we don’t have much of a choice, do we? Maybe if Sid lets the drugs, we can ride in this truck. (Good idea.)
– Better pray.
The journey there is going great; the Russian houses are beautiful, especially the Russians Girls, LMAO.
– Students, pair up. Each pair will stay in a room. Oh, and man with man, woman with woman. I don’t want any trouble with sex on the very first day.
– This teacher is such a buzzkill. (Won’t ruin ours.)
– Are we staying in the same room?
– Let’s do it. (Just as I hoped.)
– This dormitory feels like a prison. It,s reeks of rat piss!
–At least they're russians rats.(so fucking funny)
– Maxxie, let's just get to the room. I can't stand this professor anymore.
– Me too, mate.
Wow! This place is huge. My suitcase is begging to lie down, and so am I!
– What the hell is that? Upset? (fuck off)
–Try to live with a Muslim mother. Was it you who made this drawing? How beautiful. (so much beautiful, especially because I'm in it)
– Did you like it? Do you want to stay? (uhum)
– Come on Anwar, dinner time!
–I'll be there soon.
I’m fascinated by these drawings of Max; he’s incredibly talented… wait, WHAT A FUCK! THIS IS MY DICK? I can't believe it, why did he drew me? drew my cock?!
The view from this window is beautiful, there’s a really nice house over there… wait… is that a woman? A Russian? I’m running to tell the others, they’re going to love this!
–Guys, fast, come on! I saw a girl with big tits! Russian!
–Omg I wanna see this. (even you Michelle? lol)
Where she is? For god, I saw her a few minutes ago!
– Yeah man, I think you need stop to be high! (fuck yourself Sid)
–Let's get out here, probably the Russian peasant'll chop our heads off with a axe. (thanks jal)
–Guys, I swear I saw her right there in the window!
–Okay mate, you have a great imagination. (you too Maxxie?)
So, everyone has left here, it's me and Maxxie... STOP TO TOUCH IN MY BAG YOU FUCKING HOMO!
– What are you doing?
–Looking for your "Sex Saturday Night Thong", we're going out on the pull. (what nonsense)
–just don't bring anyone back.
–Huh? (are you deaf?)
–Well, we're sharing a room, Max. I don't wanna have to pretend to be asleep while you do whatever you do with some big Cossack guy.
–Maybe you can tempt your big-boobed peasant girl, have a bit of party, you know?
–Seriously, I don't wanna have to be stuck around watching you do a guy.
–Can I bring a girl back? (he's starting to have a gay outburst)
–Have you ever tried being with a girl?
–What the fuck is wrong with you? (Shit, what I'm saying?)
–No! Don't be sick!
–Are you calling me sick? (I'm sorry sweet)
–No! I don't know what I think, yeah. I'm just a muslim. Gay's... just wrong.
–Then you don't want anything to do with me? (I need you..)
I don’t understand why he’s making such a fuss. It's just my religion!
–Hey Sid, what are you doing here?
–Tony kicked me out of the room and said he wanted to stay with Maxxie.
–Shit.
–What happened man?
–I said some shits to Maxxie, I think I upset him.
–Bad. (help so much)
I’ve never seen him like this. I think he really took it to heart. I’m such a stupid idiot, damn it!
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
–Fuck! These Russians roosters crow terrebly!
–Totally. I never saw a animal like that, like a dinossaur.
–But isn't worst as the bell, this old woman's fucking crazy!
–Yeah.
–So.. let's take a shower.
Ugh, it’s so cold! I’m just in a towel, and this Russia is worse than England!
Oh, it's Maxxie. It's better I talk with him with more naturally.
–Alright, Max? Man, Sid's farting last night was rough.
–Just take ir back. See ya.(fuck! He doesn't forget!)
Finally, the bus is fixed. Time for another school trip! Damn, this tension between me and Max is awful. I just wanted to talk to him, but he’s such a moody drama queen.
Yuck! Poor horse, it turned into tomato paste!
Finally we return, that smell of horse glue was clogging up my nose.
OMG, NO WAY, IT'S THE RUSSIAN PEASANT?
–Sid, come here, KNOW!
–Bro, you didn't see the russian girl, it's all inside you... mind? NO WAY.
Sid and I exchanged glances and decided to help her. Her father hit her!
– Sid, open my suitcase, grab the rope!
– Aye, captain!
a few moments later...
– Well, Michelle and Jal? Are you going out?
– No! (Such synchronization)
– And you two, are you going out?
– No! (The four of us leaving)
Sid and I are inside the Russian’s house, it smells like mould here. I think her father locks her up and makes her a slave. Time for a rescue mission!
–Hello? We come in peace.
–Is anyone in need of help? (Sid is such an idiot.)
–Пожалуйста, тише.../silence, please...
–I don't understand nothing what she saing.
–Me too.
–Дорогая, подойди сюда!/sweety, come here!
–Спрячьтесь!/Hide!
– Дорогая, подойди сюда, позволь мне понюхать тебя!/Baby, let me smell you!
– Привет, дорогая, пожалуйста, выйди, мне нужно переодеться!/ Hi lover, please get out, I need change clothes!
– Встретимся тогда внизу./meet you downstairs then.
– Phew! He’s gone.
– Quick, Sid, tie the rope to the bed!
– Got it.
– Climb down the stairs, my precious, you need to be saved!
While me and my Russian peasant are running to the dorm, I left Sid at the girl’s house. Hopefully, he manages to get out.
Now, it’s just me and this beauty in my room, alone, with some condoms asking to be used.
–I want to stick my face in your breasts, squeeze your thigh, lick your nipples, stick my hand in your pussy..
–That sounds like it’s going to be quite a good time!
–Holy shit! You talk in english!
–Yeah, I do.
–So...have you ever tried this one?
–And you, like this? (OMG HER HAND IT'S SO SOFT)
I can’t share more details, but I can say this is the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. (and the first)
–GUYS, HELP! THERE’S A RUSSIAN WITH A GUN BEHIND ME... he's really behind me, innit? (I heard Sid’s scream from my room)
–My godness sake! That scream came from Sid! Let's see what happened sweety.
I’ve gathered all the courage in the world, and I’m going to defend him!
–Hey fucking russian, get over here!
–I'll kill you idiot!
–Hey, please, let's be civilised and polite people to solve this problem. (this teacher's dumb shit, result of sex with Cris)
Maxxie appeared like a hero, he did a spin and two kicks to the Russian; it was a true act of love. It’s a shame that all that effort was for nothing, though. He pulled a gun from his waistband and took Sid as a hostage. Luckily, the police showed up, and by pure coincidence, Michelle and Jal appeared as well.
Tomorrow morning we’re leaving, but for now, I’ll stay here admiring the starry sky. Oh my god, Maxxie is getting closer, let me play dumb.
–Hey. You okay? (better know)
–Man... you tried to save me.
–Yeah. Well, I'm fucking drunk. (okay, it's my time to shine!)
–You were right, Max. I'm a hypocrite.
–Go on! (Please, take this bottle of vodka away from me!)
–No. I can't. It's not right.
–It's religion, Anwar. It's just stuff. You don't have to believe in it.
–Then where does that leave me, Max? I'm a Muslim boy, I don't get to choose.
–But where does that leave us? Fucking hell. (you're right, but..)
-I lost my virginity tonight.
–Yeah? I sketched an old fat lady. (LMAO) Last drop? (he really doesn't understand) Okay.I'll see you, mate.. (shit, it's NOW)
–Wait! I want to ask you a favor.
–Just.. say.
–Today was my first day with a girl, I wanted to kill two birds with one stone. So... could you be my first boy? Just to test, taking everything in stride.
–Yeah, of corde. Do you have any spare condoms? (holly shit, that was pretty direct!)
–Many, and I'm not afraid to clear them
I think having sex with a man's more pleasurable than with a woman, especially a woman who's a slave to her own husband (and I swear I was a father). Men know each other's pleasure points, so I think I'm gonna fuck my little Maxxie more often!
IMAGINE: ON THE TRIP TO RUSSIA, INSTEAD OF MAXXIE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH TONY, HE ENDED UP HAVING SEX WITH ANWAR
part 1
POV: maxxie
I can’t wait for the trip to Russia, but it’s been tough listening to Anwar go on and on about how many Russian girls he’s planning to hook up with.
We just threw our bags in the rack, and now I’m gonna try to give Sid some moral support while he’s squirming from the drugs stuck up his ass. LMAO, I love these guys!
I wake up leaning against his shoulder, I apologize for that, but his hard cock can't hide it!
–It has nothing to do with you. It's the vibrations!
–Hm, yeah. (he wants to fuck me)
–Fuck off, homo.
–Are you going to be excited the entire trip? (I can ease it for you)
–Just wait until we get there. Oh man, those Russian peasant women will do anything for Levi's and a Big Mac!
–So.. happy to feel the Russian air? (I said to the brunette who is distracted.)
–... oh, sorry, I was paying attention to that security guard’s tits. (This guy is a figure.)
The idiot went through the metal detector and beeped, now he's trapped in the security room. The professor'll need more than 50 dollars (they think Anwar's illegal, how ridiculous).
We finally arrived at... the prison? What shit place is this? It stinks of rat piss in here.
–At least the mouse is Russian. (How funny, Professor)
–Separate into pairs, each pair will stay in a room... oh, man with man and woman with woman, I don't want to see problems with sex on the first day. (This teacher is a killjoy.)
–Shall we go, Maxxie? (What a stupid question, Anwar, of course I will.)
–Let's go. (I'm not rude.)
This room is as gross as Cris’s ass, but I think we’ve managed to make it work. Anwar brought this hilarious suitcase, with his clothes sorted into bags by mood, climate, and vibe.
-What the hell is that? Upset?
–What to expect from a Muslim mother. Was it you who made this drawing? How beautiful.
-Did you like it? Do you want to stay?
I want This moment of the two of us together, next to each other analyzing our drawing, is what I want until the end of this trip.
–Come on Anwar, dinner time!
–I'll be there soon. (Okay, right?)
In the middle of dinner this stupid Muslim come running to tell everyone that he saw a russian girl (we are in Russia). We run to try to get there in time to see this real Russian girl, but apparently it's Anwar's delirium (he's still recovering from the hours on the plane).
-What you are doing? (I can't even look at your suitcase anymore?)
–Looking for your "Sex Saturday Night Thong", we're going out on the pull.
–just don't bring anyone back.
–Huh?
–Well, we're sharing a room, Max. I don't wanna have to pretend to be asleep while you do whatever you do with some big Cossack guy (he's so jealous)
–Maybe you can tempt your big-boobed peasant girl, have a bit of party, you know?
–Seriously, I don't wanna have to be stuck around watching you do a guy. (just close your eyes?)
–Can I bring a girl back? (This Muslim is starting to say some shit). I could, clouldn't I? You're shit, Anwar!
–Have you ever tried being with a girl? (What?)
–What the fuck is wrong with you? Have you tried being with a man?
–No! Don't be sick. (excuse me? What a fuck?)
–You calling me sick?
–No! I don't know what I think, yeah. I'm just a muslim. Gay's... just wrong. (no way...)
–Then you don't want anything to do with me?
After this, I'm going to change rooms with Sid, this shitty Muslim deserves to go to fucking hell!
Tony is acting strange towards me, touching me in a sexual way. He steals a kiss from me, I'm so surprised that I push him away. The idiot thinks I'm a passerby, I'm fucked up in this damn country!
First morning in Russia, cold and freezing, the woman calls us to take a shower. The girls went first, I decided to go along so I wouldn't have to face a bunch of limp dicks. After my shower, I bump into Anwar on the stairs, who tries to pretend as if nothing had happened.
–Alright, Max? Man, Sid's farting last night was rough. (he doesn't touch himself)
–Just take it back. (It's hard to talk to him with just a towel tied around his waist). Take back what you said. (he had the courage not to respond at all). See ya.
Now we're going to a glue factory (I think) and we're going to learn how to make Russian glue. What a horrible thing! The poor horse is its own glue! I don't recommend anyone watching this scene!
I think I would have preferred to have stayed in the room with Anwar, Tony keeps insisting on sucking me! It's better I talk with Anwar, oh shit!
–The packet says these tablets will totally fush you out within 24 hours. Believe me, Sid, we need those drugs. (he thinks it's Sid)
–Look! There's no drugs, Muslim boy!
–Cheers, Max.
–You fucking prick! I can't believe you are putting Muslim bullshit on me!
–What? (he pretends to be a fool)
–What I do is against God? You're the fucking worst Muslim!
–I pray five times a day. (hypocritical)
–For what? Pork chops? Oh fuck let's get a drink. Allah wants you doing Class As from Sid's arse!
–Just shut up, yeah? You're talking about my religion!
–How come I was ever friends with such a fucking hypocrite? Happy fucking Ramadan.
–It's not Ramadan! (I don't give a fuck)
Does this asshole not realize that I love him? How can he be so stupid? I talked to the crazy old woman about Neil Diamond, she showed me that I should forgive him.
What is that noise? Dear God, who is this woman? Who is this old pervert? Pointing the gun at Anwar, I will intervene with my gay techniques. I almost die, how did he have another gun in his pants?
–Hey. You okay?
–Man... you tried to save me. (I do all for love)
–Yeah. Well, I am fucking drunk.
–You were right, Max. I am a hypocrite. (That dog face asking for food drives me crazy!)
–Go on.
–No. I can't. It's not right.
–It's religion, anwar. It's just stuff. You don't have to believe in it.
–Then where does that leave me, Max? I'm a Muslim boy, I don't get to choose.
–But where does that leave us? fucking hell.
–I lost my virginity tonight. (should be with me)
–Yeah? I sketched an old fat lady. (this bottle in my hand isn't giving me much credibility). Last drop? Okay. I'll see you, mate..
–Wait! I want to ask you something.
–just.. say.
–Today was my first day with a girl, I wanted to kill two birds with one stone, so... could you be my first boy? just to test, taking everything in stride. (oh my lord)
–Yeah, of corse. Do you have any spare condoms?
–many, and I'm not afraid to clear them (come on, eat me, now!)
We fucked all night, I think I could hear it from the two neighboring rooms. This Muslim boy's dick is so juicy that I let him cum inside. he says I'm better than any girl, even Russian peasant girls. Should I believe it?
part 2:
IMAGINE: ON THE TRIP TO RUSSIA, INSTEAD OF MAXXIE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH TONY, HE ENDED UP HAVING SEX WITH ANWAR
part 2
pov:Anwar
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