There Are Very Few Good People in the World

There are very few good people in the world. I’ve met and conversed with a huge range of folks from many walks of life and have noticed some interesting things I’d like to share with you, the Soul reading. First off, what is good? Now that in and of itself is a massive topic so to keep it simple I’ll stick to one definition:

In my eyes one is good when they treat another how they would themselves.

This too can spin off into many different tangents because a whole load of people are totally lacking in Self compassion. If you could see externally what they’re doing within their heads you’d spot much gnashing and wailing as they flogged themselves in public for being such hideous cretins. Granted, social media (and the world at large) is built upon false images but the above statement is so true that it makes me feel sad when considering it. Getting back on track:

The definition I shared of treating another as themselves is the basis of this but how many people do you know that truly have Self respect? It may sound like the answer is obvious but if you observe their sayings, deeds and actions a very different picture is rendered into your awareness. Often if you feed this back to them you will get one of two reactions. The first type is thankful as you pointed out something they missed. The other starts raging as they are in total denial of this and feel like they’ve been insulted. Let me give you an example:

A man doted on his wife. She seemed to be an insufferable bish, especially after a few drinks. When out in public she’d always have a few digs or toss some barbs at him whilst under the influence. He took it with good grace and generally made comments that were very self effacing. I found the entire dynamic very strange because here was a guy that was obviously treating others as he wished to be treat but in turn got nothing but static so I asked him:

“How much do you respect your wife?”. He answered:

“More than anything else in the world”.

“More than your Self?”.

“What do you mean?”.

“I mean that if you had a set of scales that measured respect would they tip more on her side than yours?”. He pondered for a moment and said:

“Hers. I was always raised by my mother, god rest, with the “Happy wife, happy life” mindset”.

“Ah, thats interesting. Let me guess, your father was absent?”.

“How did you know?” he stated, with surprise that was evident.

“Just a guess. Let me share another perspective with you”. I picked up a pint glass and a smaller receptacle as well. “Lets imagine this shot glass is your Self respect and this” gesturing at the lager “Is how much you give your missus“. He looked on, with interest. “In order for her to get her fill you’d be endlessly pouring in a few millimeters at a time which she’d down in one without thinking about the sheer amount of effort thats gone in, yes?”. He nodded his head. “OK, now on the other hand” raising the shot glass. “All you get in return is this. Which from this” pointing at the pint “Is so trivial that it might as well not exist as it makes not a dent and could merely be overspill, yes?”. The wheels were turning within. “I guess what I’m saying is the maximum amount of respect you can give her is the same as what you give your Self, anything else is a fools errand and it will end up like this” I said as I gestured to her clambering on a table as she yelled “Come and get an eyeful, lads!” as her skirt was getting hitched and hands were wandering as they helped her out with her performance.

See, the guy in question had been raised as more of son husband than as his own individual and thus had a wildly skewed perspective of life as it truly is versus his programming. I’d never met him before this conversation and didn’t after this as I was only in that spot to handle some business and took in the scene whilst waiting when I saw the energetics. Being curious I had to ask why he’d tolerate such disrespect as he stood there looking so gormless. I’d be willing to bet he did implement the changes I suggested in order to rearrange his balance with his companion because there is no way in hell anyone picks that option unless they’re in a total position of ignorance and can’t imagine doing things different. This is what I call the Mind Made Prison and its a state within which 81% of the world dwells with no conception of what is outside it. Worse still even less are curious as to how the hell they ended up in a such a thing as well as the nature of the forces that constructed it and to what ends. Back to the tale:

Thats a prime example of not being good because there are loads of doormats in this realm that are over the top with their niceness because they want to be wanted and are afraid of rejection so they start people pleasing instead. Yet, on the flip, the bad boy is what gets women wet because he’s so selfish he wears ribbed condoms inverted so the pleasure is all his.

Life truly is a Game of three halves, if you think about it, because there is what you know you know, what you know you don’t know and what you don’t know you don’t know. That last bit is, to me, the most interesting hence the quest to constantly lessen my ignorance by perpetually upping my resonance whilst doing the Knowledge.

When the emergency light in the plane flicks it says “Put it on your own head, then your children” because if you pass out whilst attempting to protect them you’ve actually done them a huge disservice thanks to having the correct components but wrong arrangement. Its the same with being rich, I can’t help the poor by being one of them. Its impossible. Nor can you assist the suffering who wrestle with illusions and delusions due to the OS in their heads unless you’ve first dealt with your own mess and helped others find new solutions to old problems by thinking different. Bit of tangent but one of the strangest things I’ve noticed from living in places that are both plush and impoverished is that those in the hood, who have far, far less, are often way more generous than the rich when it comes to donations. Like food banks, for example. The ones in the high end supermarkets I frequented where I left some bits and bobs for the underprivileged were nearly always empty in contrast to the ghetto establishments which were bursting at the seams with offerings. See what I mean about treating others as you would Self? Those who have ate nothing but a school lunch and uncomfortable rest for dinner before going to bed doing it all again tend to remember the sensation of their tummy rumbling and thus are far more generous with the little they get than the ones whose ends met so well that they have no consideration of how it must’ve felt to open bare cupboards before making a salt and pepper sandwich on stale bread.

This is what I mean about being good because there is nowhere near enough in this world to fulfill one mans greed but plenty to sort all of our needs. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not an anti capitalist or anything (even though the System is broken. Because its designed that way) but like the pint and shot glass there needs to be some balance. Think about what I said and apply it to your own existence because I was raised with the mindset that nobody ever got poorer by ensuring others were well fed and that type of nourishment can manifest in many forms of resonance ranging from something you digest in your abdomen or words like these which beam into your head with the intent of opening your chest because there are nearly unfinite potentials in how we interact with this huge hologrammatic Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits because you are another me, together we, hence the name of this project because its something I’ve been living long before I started typing and one of the most amazing side effects of this mindset is not just the immense happiness I feel from moment to moment but the huge amounts of luck and things that are just perfect that swim my way and I notice with an attitude of gratitude which then draws in more of the same as I continue along my way via the guidance of my private illumination within that I call Inner Sense.

I know the Game isn’t fair. I’m aware a lot reading may think my perspective is quaint and old fashioned but, realize, I didn’t always think like this. It was only after doing the Knowledge and introspecting on this life I’m living and my role in co-creating it that I started rewriting my internal OS and that generated a far greater sense of fulfillment than I’d ever felt when playing the pavement to win, back then. I do wonder why that guy and his wife popped in my head today as it had been a veritable age since that exchange. Maybe they thought of me fondly for rearranging their dynamic into something more compatible or maybe they got divorced and one or more is now happy. Maybe nothing changed and she’s still dancing as he’s wincing? It really is something, isn’t it? The power of words. A random conversation, a quick observation where you lift someone from the Reality Tunnel they’d been trained to dig and show them the actual blueprints and sketch with which they were programmed as you ask “Is it working? There are other options”. You’d be surprised what people can come up with, all by themselves, with a little bit of guidance. The imagination is a very powerful thing but so few will allow themselves to use it and even less are prepared to introspect as they ask the tough question:

“If what I thought worked perfect then why is my life such a mess?“.

As I left I handed him both of the empty glasses as he nodded his head and said “Balance. I can’t believe I didn’t spot this. Thank you, that was really very interesting. I need to think about this”. I walked out of the establishment and past his wife who was flashing the entire bar with her undergarments in what seemed like a regular performance as no one was phased by what was happening as they stood there clapping, taking it all in, cheering and drinking.

Till we meet again