It's that time again. It's the time to see how many glow in the dark niggas are on right now.
What is t.avistock? It quote "applies social science to contemporary issues and problems." end quote
But they go farther than that… much farther.
They came up when I first started discussing about Bearenstein/Bearenstain. Something about a bump on the head and proficiency in math.
Well, you came close to the truth last time, let's see what happens this time
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[–] 16459544? ago
Does someone here can switch between realities ?
Actually, it happened one time, I was truly thinking about switching in the reality where human beings are so advance and respectful of each other, and a weird feeling came to me for a few microseconds, then I just saw a levitating car and came back to this shit.
Since then, I couldn't get back this feeling.
I've been on /fringe/ and found some interesting personal experiments but couldn't find any real research papers on the subject.
[–] 16565648? ago
i switched in 2012 and had a switch in 2017
maybe they were more switches but didnt really recognized it as one
[–] 16459552? ago
I really don't want to encourage this line of thinking, but since you faggots insist, I'll share one personal experience.
One day when I was about 5 or 6 years old, I was walking around an old fortress with my mother. Everything felt blissful, wholesome, sunny, kids were playing outside, everyone was happy and full of life. Then we stopped in front of an old tunnel. I sensed something wrong going on, very wrong. I looked at my mother, and for a moment, she felt like a completely different person. Come with me, she said, holding my hand and pulling me into the tunnel. Why are we going there mother? It's a shortcut to the other side, she said with an uneasy voice, as if afraid that I will run away. We went on and on, which I found strange as it was supposed to be a rather short tunnel. Once we crossed the center, it seemed like something has changed on a very fundamental level. I was overwhelmed by it and started crying. The strange person who looked like my mother disappeared and she returned to her 'normal' self, but something about her was … lacking. Permanently. When we came out on the other side, everything was gray, lifeless, people were cold, full of negativity and soulless, hollow. I felt huge dread. Part of me knew what happened. This was no longer the world that I got born in. The next time we visited that place, I intentionally asked her to go to the same location where that tunnel was, hoping to go back, but when we arrived, the tunnel was no longer there. I asked my mother about it, and she was clueless, not remembering that we went through there a while ago.
Same. And I've been seeking it for my whole life.
[–] 16565640? ago
<Since then, I couldn't get back this feeling.
I've also been chasing a particular emotion. I've spent a lot of time trying to project it onto this world, onto its people, but no dice thus far. CultState mentioned something along these lines.
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Seems like a few of us here can do it. I reconcile this apparent weirdness by applying 5-d physics and a monad-based consciousness system. Nothing is actually CHANGING, as the universe is a static 5-d hyperobject. The only thing that's changing is your perspective, or your place within the object. It just takes a new form of motility to move in those directions. Of course, although nothing changes per se, the difference can be as dramatic as moving from the North Pole to the Equator from the personal perspective.
[–] 16459545? ago
I think I switched when I was about 14, I died in one reality and went down the white tunnel after ridding myself of my ego. (I was in the hospital for a concussion, my mum said she thought I was going to die) In the new reality two of my friends told me I'd changed and said they didn't want to be friends any more. Almost all of the UK based Mandela effects resonate with me.
More recently I've had out of body experiences and saw a multiverse, but chose to return to where I blasted off from.