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In case you haven’t noticed, you have a mental dialogue going on inside your head that never stops. It just keeps going and going. Have you ever wondered why it talks in there? How does it decide what to say and when to say it? How much of what it says turns out to be true? How much of what it says is even important? If you’re smart, you’ll take the time to step back, examine this voice, and get to know it better. |
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I knew a super-religious guy who told me that god LITERALLY spoke to him inside his head, and that he would deliberately crash his car (with me inside it at the time) if gold told him to i guess that's what schizophrenia is |
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dissociatives do this like crazy. go wiki john lilly |
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also, oddly enough, "Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman?" has not only bits about what ketamine does to your internal monologue, it also has a passage in which Feynman notices booze has begun to warp that voice and promptly quits forever. |
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since childhood, i have had a tendency to have imaginary conversations with people in my hed. it honestly used to keep me from sleeping; my mum heard me talking to myself and thought i was talking in my sleep. i was not asleep. the only reason it doesn't worry me is because i have no problem drawing a line between doodling around in my hed and actual reality. i imagine it gets to be a real mess if you start to jumble the two up. as long as you maintain that barrier, it's quite practical. a dialogue with your subconscious. i just make the voice into someone else, i think, because it frees me from being myself just enough to give me the sort of tough love advice i'd get from friends if i actually had friends. in any case, i'm sure no one cares; i'm only here out of duty: i have to keep posting to annoy ddrummonndd |
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. i'm not entirely sold on the theory, but the mental gymnastics merely reading it put me through were worth it |
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That voice isn't god, but you have to wonder why it is there. As i observe it, i wonder how much it actually influences my behavior. |
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Why did you talk to yourself? You know what you are going to say to yourself, yet you still listen to yourself. Seems pointless. |
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terrence mckenna is your classic stopped clock that tells the right time twice a day. that shit about mushrooms being interstellar travelers? wow, what a fucking concept. i want to believe, but i'm simply not that daft. despite being a cunt hair away from ulillillia i've somehow managed to accept that live is an ugly, crazy, mess, and these theories are largely just seductive distractions. in any case, mckenna proposed that consciousness was a bubble -- like backpressure in the pipes, almost. an analogy that will make a hell of a lot more sense to the sort that browse xlt is that consciousness is like a bucket brigade delay line. a feedback loop that sustains itself. there was some research recently about doing that brain electro stimulation fing while people were asleep: they found a certain frequency tended to massively trigger lucid dreams in anyone they zapped. my take is that consciousness is almost like the resonance frequency of a very complex pile of gooey biological muck. |
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also, as i thought i made clear, i talked to myself because no one else wanted to. about all that sinks in is who is nastiest to me. |
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actually, it really does feel like a different thing than my usual internal monologue. the best i can describe it is if you close your eyes and imagine you bouncing one of dem 4square balls off a brick wall. just chill and imagine. dribble it. for like 20mins. proper reality drifts off and you start to do creative throws and shit. after a few weeks of this you get bored and you need a challenge so you simulate another entity. should note i'm half kidding about all this, really. overdramaticizing. firefox spell correct suggested i change that to "overdecorating" which is actually not bad |
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i actually remember my first proper schizo incident. i was about six months into smoking weed, stoned out of my gourd in some frat house (theta chi shout outs) when a voice in my hed said, "it's time to leave." and indeed it was. as soon as i stood up; some other people crashed through the door. i'd been there a bit and chairs were short. in the end, i feel it's much more fun to treat it all as a 4bar loop and just jam to it. there will always be a whisper from your ghost, like ghost in the shell says. throw some drugs into the blender and suddenly things are outright yelling at ya, but... it's still the same message mang. |
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and there is your answer haha |
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ahh ppl talking about their own drug experiences. excellent. how valid. i must bookmark this. |
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i just picture your whole life as that one scene from trainspotting: (the worst) TOILET (in all of scotland). i spend perhaps an hour or two concentrating this image as i dance to some old impulse tracker shit no one here has. after i burn myself out, i sit still and meditate on it further. ddrummondd. the worst toilet. in all of scotland |
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lol |
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< notice caps lock. a rare freqy thing. Taken from the EP the 'Enemy within'. 2 sides to the mind, separated for a short time and all that it did cause.. was.... utter mayhem!! |
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epicmegacock knows all. it's pointless even asking anyone else. troll rods will back him up. with nothing. *see every other thread. epicmegatwat once saw a film in 1996 and it affected him in a way that no-one cares. this is interesting. to him. and nobody else. |
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Every time i see your posts i think 'cunt', if that helps? Taking a moment to consider this, i'm quite happy with it really. No offence. |
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I don't even know who i am talking too in this threaf, just other 'voices' that came from fucking nowhere, and now materialized into silent symbols on my smartphone screen, so i don't even know if they represent what they pretend to represent. Do you find that odd? I find that odd. |
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the best thing about internet people is that they come with a red X in the upper-right corner for use whenever they become unmanageable |
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It's not a voice nor voices it are just thoughts..and they only stop while you're sleeping.. |
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i'd cleave regular, daily internal monologue apart from what i guess you'd call intuition, which is deeper and more commanding. i can only imagine how frightening it must be if you have something wrong with the latter and it's consistently feeding you malarkey. it arouses in ye the sort of latent reaction a recording of your parents yelling would. i feel like, when i meditate and quiet my internal monologue, the intuition voice shows up a bit more. figure the daily noise just drowns it out. i should note it's not black/white either; it can be quiet as a whisper or loud as a yell. sometimes i almost feel like i'm trying to hear someone talk over the phone through a lot of wind, or as if it's a dream you can ALMOST remember, but not quite. internal monologue is an API for consciousness to google search through jung's turf. those intuition alert voices are like hardware interrupts, though. i presume it's intended to kick in and get you out of danger when you'd otherwise not notice. |
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Apart from the peerless ddrummondd and the "has their moments" Cliff Glitchard this thread is a veritable "Who's Who" of who to give a fucking wide berth to. |
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I dream, often when i sleep. Sometimes i can remember what i dreamt. Watching movies can also introduce dream like states. If you loose yourself in a movie, you vanish as a person for some time. |
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Look at yourself watching a movie; big difference as to what is happening on screen. : / |
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Dreaming are your thoughts in your sleep. |
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What about luicid dreams? Who is watching them? |
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Nobody else but you |
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Who is me? |
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Who is you? |
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It's a life time journey to find out who you are |
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i have to say, i'm curious who monoid is, too. he has a lot more imagination that some of the people on here. |
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always finish with a witless put down. you hypocritical wanker. |
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Too bad i hate myself already. |
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hahahaha! i reckon you're the funniest person here. i just did a wee in my pants. |
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i feel like ddrumoondd can't have any sort of intellectual discussion. he applies a slow cuntish heat until the thread morphs from a bunch of individuals into two groups that hate each other. at that point, he can actually participate. |
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Lol, you already know that part of yourself, keep on searching my friend. |
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So, i thought i'd write about my inner monologue on this forum about electronic music, i used to visit very often. There were lots idiotic spammers in that place, which were unable to lead a normal conversation. This however, did not bother me that much, because in that context, my problems became less serious, and sometimes i thought this was a good thing. My plan was to tell them, how I examine my inner dialogue, while i was experiencing the outside reality. This reminded my about some books i read, which contained only such inner monologues. My plan was to install these voices in my head, or at least emulate them somehow in my daily life. I took a look at the forum, and a giant wall of boredom hit. This site remind me of failed efforts of becoming a musician. Would my new plan to change my inner dialogue another futile attempt to regulate my emotions like it was, when i tried to make music? I abandoned my plan and started to masturbate. Porn almost never bored me. --------------------------------------------------- Ok guys, this is what the inner voice said today. |
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im so tired staying up late last night, my inner monologue is silent, when i look out of my eyes its kind of looking out of a car window on a journey, suppose the higher functionality of my brain must be in suspend mode, |
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i think also inner monologue/ being too self aware is bad in general for creativity, you end up with something contrived, |
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Your inner voice came up with that thought, it seems contrived to me, i dunno if i can trust you.. |
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i know that seems like some sort of logical contradiction, but its only apparent when playing your music back; usually the stuff i'm making at the time i think wow this is brilliant and i play it back the next day and its the biggest pile of wank ive ever heard, then something i might have made years ago i never paid much attention to sounds much better, and its always the stuff i did when i was just hearing and out of it |
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Oh, look at this: even more thoughts.... |
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yes i just had two cups of coffee and my mind provoked |
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anyway im trying to make a distinction between semi subconscious thought and internal dialogue, yes they are related but im not convinced they are one and the same |
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Porn? You're in the state of the physics my friend not into the mental conditions of your soul. Try to climb the ladder and start listening to your inner voice instead of the voice of your natural body, or simpler: the big scream of your probably small penis. |
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