MysterionMuffles

I would say yes, insults and threats are violations of the NAP because if violating the NAP means asserting ownership over someone else's property, ie body, verbal abuse and how it affects your physiology can be an indicator of this. If someone insults you about something you're sensitive about, or makes a convincing threat against you, your emotional make up will produce chemicals from your brain and transmit them throughout your body resulting in a physiological response. To have control over somebody with just your words or even tonality of speech, I would think is a violation of the NAP if it can alter how your body feels and how you'll think if the verbal abuse manages to invoke paranoia of attack in you. That's the thing with verbal abuse, it may someetimes be worse than physical. Once you get hit, you got what you were fearing, but with verbal it's like the possibility of physical aggression is always looming in the air, thus you start to live in fear.

No, how dare you monpolize on my thread? Lol sure you can!

I think that could be a factor too...when I was a kid I had no friends and no bond with my family so video games were my only escape. I didn't really enjoy reading til later but yeah...I did feel loved or at least acknowledged talking to the kind of people I've had the fortune of meeting this year over Xboxlive. Ah man....you're right about how it's authoritarian to just quit as if it's such a bad thing. Does remind me of what a friend said in response to my M2AF that things are all good in moderation. So I dunno. You gotta find that fine line between addictive gaming vs playing for fun when all productive things are said and done. Your post made me cry when you talked about listening to that time frozen kid...I will do that. The Younger, are a your writer? You seem to have a interesting command of language and use of turn of phrases. I wonder if creative writing could be a productive replacement hobby you can take up.

I'm in the same boat as you. It's been a week since my Xboxlive subscription expired. I took a few months away from it earlier in the year then really got back into Soul Calibur V. I met a lot of interesting people this year who were willing to open up about their lives to me, their childhoods, views on politics and religion. I miss the hours I could spend just pulling off combos and close wins when I only have a sliver of health left. I sent a message to all my friends telling them that the energy I could be using to improve my skills at the game needs to be transferred into my creative pursuits. A key thing in getting over gaming addiction is finding other more productive activities that can compete with it. One time I really got into a book called Before I Go to Sleep by SJ Watson and for 3 days I would just rather read it than play games because it was so endearing. Anyways I don't think I have much to offer just yet, but I will keep an eye on this thread as I find it very valuable to talk about. I be scratching my neck like a fiend right now not being able to play SCV online to pass my free time. Ideally I want to focus more on reading and writing so it's a tough transition for me to put more time in those things than the game.

yeah so ironic, I turned out okay because I've normalized violence!

The Swedish mindset they're referring to is just basic empathy :S And yeah good stuff Berlin, it's a huge waste of time to engage, but it is freightening to see what kind of sick masochism people use to defend their abusers.

I only got 3/4 into it or so, and I have no idea how he researched any of this, BUT I found it very insightful in how he describes masculine and feminine energy. Hope you guys enjoy it and derive even more value than I had. I'll get myself a copy in the near future.

LOL yeah damn MS, eh? Faulty designs and the only reason to get an Xbox and pay for online play is for better netcode. Anyways, like she said though, the power would be more if it had diamonds instead of aluminum, right? I still think it'd be a good idea to have heat, or even TOUCH generated controllers and remotes so that there's no need to charge them or have batteries. By simply picking something up, you can power it. That would be awesome.

If this technology could be expanded on, I would love for it to be utilized for other hand held electronics, mainly video game controllers. Around the time I learned about Ann's science fair entry, I had bought my 2nd pair of rechargable battery packs for my Xbox360. First I had battery packs that required USB plugs that connected to the console to recharge, but those batteries or maybe the wires died out. To replace them, I got another pair of battery packs by Energizer where you stick your controllers into a charging dock, and I think that product has lasted me longer. However, I think with the heat powered technology implemented for controllers, it would make alkalike battery packs obsolete and that would be awesome! I wonder if it's possible and if anyone with a scientific background or any scientific knowledge at all could verify for me if the heat power technology Ann developed can be implemented for controllers, remotes, or even phones. I look forward to your thoughts as I believe this is only my 1st real topic in this forum. PS This would be a better use of diamonds!!!

I'll let the Table of Contents speak for itself http://www.deida.info/books/way-superior-man

Again just stay away from most of Facebook and you're good. Just like the real world.

Complete masochists. Let them enjoy pain and defending abusers. You need not argue. I feel the urge to, but I rather not. The degree to which they speak of their own abuse this way...already speaks volumes of how horribly they suffer in their personal lives already. If that's the kind of treatment they can praise and excuse, then I'm pretty sure they get shat on elsewhere in other areas of life.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt must have understood it at an unconscious level, hence he wrote it the way he did.

yep! great review man. I agree, if they explored more of how worthless his confessions were, that'd be huge. I guess the implicit thing though is how crappy his family is. It was portrayed quite well that that's the kind of woman they would approve of. Furthermore, I loved how Jon mentioned breaking up with Sally and his mom gets upset about how she was perfect for him. And his dad is all like "look what you're doing to your mother" or something to that effect. It spoke volumes of their rank narcissism and utter disregard of Jon's needs and preferences. No wonder he didn't know how to pick em. His parents are almost the same template. Choosing beauty over brains only to be arguing over the dinner table years later about not watching sports instead of connecting. Then you got the sister silent all this time, maybe she was texting about her disappointment in her family, which is also probably she was able to deliver the most crucial line in the movie.

Devon is a blacksmith and makes his own clothes to sell online, and I think Tiffany runs a pet sitting business. According to Dayna they make more money than most adults do. I'm pretty sure they're competant in the job department, but yeah, when they were that young, they still had no idea what they were agreeing to and that's something she should be apologizing for if she hasn't yet.

Sure, he becomes self aware of his habit and what he needs to do to stop it.

Maybe both? I get that too. Listening to stuff I disovered maybe only 3 years ago triggers memories of what was going on in my life when I discovered certain artists. I think music induces nostalgia quite naturally since if you listen to it a lot, take a break for a few years, and come back to it, it's like an ear worm. It's been in there and the specific tune will trigger a memory and time in your life. What was going on for you the first time you started lisening to Nineteen? Yeah it's like an expression of your inner noise and anger, and listening to it, someone else feels your feelings for you and you feel validated by it. That's how it was with Korn for me. The loudness and aggression was a representation of my inner state.

I like metal bands who can utilize clean vocals instead of that growly screamy sound that makes it sound like they're puking over their mic--and metal bands who don't take themselves too seriously as to make a goofy music video like this one. Plus the lyrics are empowering! Just glad to see someone has found a good use of the Harp for the entirety of their music as opposed for interlude melodies. Plus sitar and great vocals! And as a bonus, why not a song about friendship? Didn't like the movie as much, but the ending credits song remixed into a heavier and meloncholy beat does well for the vocals and lyrics.

Been a while since this thread started, how has you experience with reading been since, grizwald?

Yes, from both of our analysies and what somebody said in the chatroom--I've come to the conclusion that I've held my self hostage. Even worse when I started getting into self knowledge. I would order myself around and get frustrated when I wasn't expressing or sharing my gift. I saw myself as a prisoner to my own self instead of an investment to be gentle and understanding with. I've always known it intellectually that I'm my own worst critic or even enemy, but this dream has been very indicative of how I've stumped my own growth with this paradigm. And has also connected for me emotionally that all my life, this FBI Agent and Photographer paradigm has been a constant conflict for me. The Photographer experiences and captures moments, but the FBI Agent wants to analyze and rationalize, and although I know it's worth while to do that, there have been times where I've done it too much. To escape the captivity of the FBI Agent has meant giving my self free reign to just enjoy life and take it in instead of worrying about a bunch of cops and FBI agents to burst into my abandoned school. It's a safe place welcome to teachers of my choosing. I'm done with self attacking. I want the FBI Agent and Photographer to work together rather than enemies. In their altercation by the door, "we" missed the IN YOUR FACE UFO SIGHTING (ie the nature of our relationship) and continued to attack each other for it. If they were just working together and the Photographer wasn't so obssessed with his ideals as to kill himself, and become just as selfish as the FBI Agent by not wanting to share the pictures--then they would both have the opportunity to learn this lesson of self sabotage and self hostage, and probably do some good with it. I've been thinking a lot about regret like I have in these two threads (I'll link the Gold one to you in private): https://board.freedomainradio.com/topic/41532-real-apologies-and-regrets/ But now I know my regret isn't just about my romantic shortcomings, but in life in general simply because this FBI/Photographer dichotomy has been a detrement to my growth as a person and enjoyment with life.

The way I interpet it was this: The FBI agent is trying to censor the Photographer for knowing too much and having a lot to share with the world in terms of philosophy and self-knowledge. The Photographer threatening to kill himself so that the secret dies with him is a metaphor for the regret I used to have for taking the Red Pill. Life and relationships became harder to take once I understood the reality of it all, and the Photographer wanted to die with it so the FBI Agent can simply just collecting data for the beuraeu instead of sharing it with the world the way the Photographer wants to. When we had that altercation at the door, the fact that my self sensor and my free expression couldn't get along, we missed an opportunity to gather evidence of SOME kind. As you pointed out, it might be something I've yet to discover about myself, but at the time I don't know if it's about me or the world, just that it was vital evidence that went uncollected because the Photographer wanted to die for the sake of freedom. At the station, when the FBI Agent held the Photographer in a full nelson, it was his last attempt to keep him contained, but the Photographer looked eager to join the huge crowd of people. As the FBI agent, I was more concerned with my efficacy in holding a hostage rather than actually keeping a hostage, so I just watched him go blend into the crowd. I had the desire to chase after him, as far as he's gotten, but instead of running toward him, my mind raced toward him and BECAME him. I saw that as becoming my free self as I was comfortably greeting people and introducing myself to other freedom fighters. I don't know if this rendesvouz was pre-planned or a chance encounter in the dream, but as the Photographer I took solace in their company. I didn't get to introduce myself clearly to a few people because the FBI Agent gathered more people to hunt me down. I would equate that to still not having met as many other PHILOSOPHERS (oh the word similarities) in my personal life, and the FBI Agent gathering more agents as a metaphor for the people who held me back from being my true self, out to get me and my new comrades. Escaping to the abandoned school I think was a metaphor for how my mind, along with my comrades', were tarnished through the public school system, but wanted to build a place of education within it anyway, see if we can restore it and learn something vital instead. It's the same place in our minds that wanted to learn, but it has been abandoned by the old teachers. We had this collective fear of cops coming to get us and I think that has much to do with the anxiety I felt, even before finding FDR, when I learned the truth about society. I always knew the school system and law system were BS since I was 7 because I skipped a lot of school back then, enough to the point that the school would call a police officer to escort me out of my bedroom. That may be a true to life story for another day, but keeping on with the dream... We boarded up this place in all the obvious spots, the windows and various doors as a way to protect ourselves. I would see that as defenses from a corrupt world so that it doesn't poke into this school we were planning to rebuild and learn in, we wanted our education to be untarnished by the state. The anti-climactic ending was that a bunch of professors simply allowed themselves into the school and we welcomed them because we were willing to learn. I didn't see any specific figures, but I think they represented all the authors I learned from during my self help book digestion, as well with Stefan himself as I discovered FDR. Allowing these teachers in and eagerly awaiting a lecture was representative of my eagerness to learn again because in my adult life, I CHOSE my teachers instead of having them inflicted on me.

Whoa you may have uncovered deeper things than I did. The FBI Agent to Photographer relationship I just viewed as anti-thesis. With my IFS understanding, I always refuse letting parts that I deem negative to work with the other ones I admire. I prefer to discard them. So the idea that the FBI agent working together with the Photographer to gather information and feel something from it seemed foreign to me til I read your post. Hm...it does seem like as an FBI agent, the one with all the intelligence does in a way hold hostage the Photographer, in a way that the experiencer of our experiences is seperate from the part of us that interprets those experiences. I do like the UFO spotting could be something neither of us are aware of yet, but might be helpful in my growth. I also didn't think it was significant that the train rails were high or it could be a metaphor for anything, but yes I do hold my intelligence to a high esteem. And yes I do hold myself back in some ways from transformation, I didn't even consider that the barricade building and the old school being a metaphor for doing things the old way but also residing in an eternal place of learning. In my original interpretation (and obviously we may both be right there's no definite answers, only closer to accurate interpretations when it comes to analyzing dreams), I viewed the old school as my desire to learn being tarnished by years of school. The barricades I didn't even consider. I'll share my full self analysis later to see if someone else can crack some more, but I really appreciate your take. It has opened my eyes to other details I didn't care to think about. Thanks to you, I will consider the notion of my FBI agent and Photographer learning how to work together, and how that could be possible if I did away with old ways of doing things or at least exploring them to understand why they happen the way they do.

Which would explain why even philosophical conversations for me have leaked into the online gaming world. I don't know how, but on XBL the past few months, I've been attracting people willing to talk about philosophy or their childhoods, or even anarchy.

I want to share with you a dream I had the other day that I found really interesting. I've already analyzed it myself and gathered some meaning out of it, but first I would like to see what you guys think. To see if it'll match up with what I thought of it to see if there's any common way to interpret dreams. I start the dream off being an FBI Agent arresting a Photographer who happened to take a picture of something top secret. I assume that he wants to expose this big secret to the world and I don't even know what it is, all I know is that I don't want to let him do it and would much rather give that secret to the beurau so we can keep it to ourselves. We take a train ride together in an empty train cart that's speeding through the city on a rail that loops high above ground at skyline height. The Photographer opens the door and steps off the edge. With the wind blowing through his hair, he takes a look at the far drop that awaits him. He threatens to kill himself so that the secret dies along with him. As I struggle to grapple with him, while trying not to fall off the train myself, we pause during our scrap to gaze at swirling circular lights in the distance. It could have been a UFO, I think, and we lost another chance at him taking a picture that could've helped me with my information collection. I yank him back into the train and tell him how his suicide threat might have put the world in jeoprady. We disembark at a crowded train station and he tries to make a run for it, so I put him in a full nelson hold. He manages to shake out of my grip and runs off to blend into the populated area, but I don't chase him. I just lament at how poorly I handled him and watch him disappear. As I watch him enter an ice cream shop, I at first think that I'm teleporting toward him to resume chasing him, when really, my consciousness transports into the Photographer, and I am now him. As the Photographer, I shake hands with with a couple of people sitting at a table, getting their names and introducing myself, and while I intend to introduce myself to the people standing by the door, someone bursts through it and tells us to evacuate immediately. With the people I me at the ice cream shop, we go to an abandoned, run down school for safety. We know that the law is after us and that any hour now, they're going to spot our location and break into the school to arrest us all--and for what reason, I don't know, it's just a premonition I feel and one that they warn me of constantly. We start boarding up the windows and doors by placing bookshelves and chairs over them, just waiting for the authorities to arrive. We all pause when we hear somebody punching in some numbers in the security pad. My mind race to thinking if the FBI agent I once was found an easy way in to our hide out. Instead, in walks a bunch of stereotypical looking professors with those old man sweaters, beards and goatees, glasses etc. And that's it! The police raid we were awaiting didn't happen. I momentarily go out of character and remember who I REALLY am, as a writer, and think that that was very anti-climactic. Me and my new dream friends simply welcome these professors into our abandoned school and eagerly head to a lecture hall to possiby learn about liberty,