Nostalgia – The Past Ain’t What It Used to Be

Nintendo, more than any other corporate behemoth, knows that deep down within everyone wants to be a kid again. A harking back to simpler times when life seemed less complicated and one had boundless options and endless optimism. They, very stealthily, link to the past via the present as a way of escapism which leads to the future you could have dripping through your fingers as you were too busy looking backwards with a rose tint to grip the gifts life gives in the only moment that truly exists…

Now, the reason why I started off with this example with N is because they’ve recently enforced their rep as the Wu Tang Clan of gaming (as in not to be F’d with because they’ll bring it to your whole damn fam with their five fingers of death for messing with what they rep) and thus revealed the iron fist within the silky soft image they present. Nostalgia is just like this because the tint is seductive but what its hiding isn’t and that, my friend, is why coping mechs are such big biz. Truth is one of those things that people like in theory but almost everyone is allergic to in practice. Why? Because it doesn’t vibe with the lies they’ve been telling themselves for generations and it highlights the schism within they’d rather not acknowledge.

From a position of ignorance its really quite simple as you have the whole:

“I don’t like thing!” yell to which an angel responds with a swift “OK” and you keep it moving. Whilst looking backwards. That last point is important as its usually hidden in the small print that most never bother checking. Actually, to me its amazing how many people are totally ignorant into what goes into the making of them (ie the (false) self) and how whats at the helm isn’t them but a slick counterfeit designed to pimp their destiny in exchange for an existence that consists of pre-programmed steps along a treadmill which is entirely predictable but too comfortable to reject because everyone is doing it. Like metronomes in sync going against the grain usually springs from one marching to the beat of a different drummer from another realm. Did you know that famous scene in the Simpsons where Skinners comments on the effectiveness of uniforms was chopped from the re-runs?

If someone were editing your memories and recollections – how could you tell? Here we have something external we can point at as a reference for someone kept a clip but what of your inner realms were such things aren’t possible? What then? When was the last time you reality tested your concepts and seen if they’re as water tight as they said as objects in the mirror may be smaller than expected, upon reflection…

Imagine a kink in a hosepipe that prevents the flow of what spins within. That, in a nutshell, is the traumatic imprint as well as the mechanism of action for nostalgia. At moments of stress you’ll shrink back down to this moment and react with the same responses. Thats the other side of the itch that many don’t question but if you’ve ever seen someone flip their lid and visibly age regress in terms of mannerisms, actions and statements then come back to themselves and be in total denial of what happened you’ve probably just had a straight line in Tetris moment reading this because the process is akin to attempting to explain a dream to someone else. Thats the nature of the (false) self as it trim, trim, trims the excess like a psychological circumcision then looks back at the pic and says:

“There, just as nature intended!” and feels proud of itself in the process.

One of the common things I do is have people stick a roll of paper to the wall and mark a long line on it. At one end we have birth, the next is year 10. In between they drop in events they recall, whether they see them from a first person lens or third party perspect as well as details like if its their recollection or a memory rebuilt on what someone else said. Most are perplexed to find their entire formative decade is actually an edited sizzle real of about eighteen months, at best. Where’s the rest? On the trimming floor of the subconscious which is packed to the gills will all kinds of things that only the shadow can keep hidden. Nostalgia exploits this process, real well, whereas the Warrior does the flip and stalks his ignorance to seek whats missing and then sets about on a rescue mission the results of which can be quite illuminating, harrowing and or downright world changing as its amazing what you can remember to forget when the inside of your head is actually being held captive by a process you don’t comprehend. Nostalgia is actually a tacit admittance that they don’t like their life as it is but how many people hear this silent cry for help without running around like a dog whistle just sang at full belt?

If attachment is the root of all suffering then this looking back with a grin that you didn’t feel as it happened is a huge hint that its time to reality test. I mean, ever found yourself bopping along to a track that was in the charts during your teens to which you paid no attention, really, as you liked other things but it was blasted everywhere and soaked into the publics consciousness? Thats anchoring and, as the name suggests, it tends to keep a bundle of energetics stuck at a point which prevents proper forward motion as, in the end, now is all that presents and its from this amazing golden circle one can do some pretty cool things. Like become multi-dimensional.

Anyone who starts a convo with “Remember when?” is actually saying “My life peaked, back then, and I need your help to redig an old reality tunnel that time filled in”. If you ask them:

“Lets trace back the steps that made your life like this instead” they’ll usually grimace as that means coming face to face with the present, hence the coping mech. The other flip are those who believe that heaven/the perfect partner/a lottery win or something else will give them all they crave but dare not acknowledge as that means they may have to do something about it. Its like the fat chick who wishes she was thin but won’t stop inhaling cakes as she says things like:

“Its my metabolism” along with other ways of blame shifting. Now, before you get up in arms and mash your keyboard with chunky digits that give autocorrect an aneurysm note that I’m not saying there aren’t medical conditions and such things but, often, I’ve noticed that hosepipe kink from back when is whats at the root of their problem as they stuff their face in order not to yell about an old injustice still felt by the child within as that rage, bought to the surface, would upset the apple cart of the (false) self and story in their head that their whole family buys in. I’m sure you can guess the details, yes?

Nostalgia – The past ain’t what it used to be. It can be equated to a steaming pile of excrement but, when used well, the roses come up smelling perfect as there are huge bundles of energetics within that manifest as what I termed the Pane Body as we see through it and accept its limits. This is why I’ve said the greatest tool of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed because most dare not examine the life they’ve lived to come to this moment and all the crap inside their head. If you are one, reading, the question I have is this:

If your internal OS was bug free, pitch perfect and worked as intended your life would reflect this.

Well, does it? Thats what I mean about reality testing and why its so vital as once you start pulling at one lose thread the entire house of cards can cave in and, for some, a break with reality kicks while others get buckwild (then regret) and only a few Know the Ledge and comprehend with a sense of disconnection that they are the story or character they inhibit but something far more powerful. A state I call the Witness.

I want you to imagine that money is no object. You can live anywhere you wish on the planet and fill your days in with things of your choosing. What did you pick?

Did you notice there was an aspect of you that was looking at what can only be termed a Rolodex of images that were flicking by your awareness as suggestions, barebones, upon which you placed the thread of energetics? That is your Witness looking at your subconscious. Its also the same state that rests in your head in the Mind Made Prison and is forcefed suggestions in lieu of imperience by the Opponent. One trick, quite old, works really well and has billions in its grip as evidence. Do the Knowledge, my friend, whilst its still an option…

Learn to spot that state which is quiet, clear and present that manifests all of the rest (hence Psylense) and you’ll bump into it dreams, as you brush your teeth, whilst having sex, drunk on wobbly legs and even reading this text as it is who you are, in essence, and thus are timeless, eternal and everywhen which is why one can imagine what it would be like to be having a conversation on the moon and you’ll be there in an instant. That itself is a hint that the Game takes place inside your awareness which is so hugely powerful that its why schools main mission was to divorce you from it and encourage linear Thunking instead. But, thats another topic.

I once heard a commentator on pugilistic excellence say that the challengers options were limited and getting worse as he was outstripped and boxed by a far greater skill and that stuck in my head as it describes life so well for many people. Its amazing how these ninety minute empathy machines which are akin to pornography for the emotions contain so many gems, isn’t it? The simple fact about “reality” at the moment is that truth is fiction and the flip as well. If you can digest this bitter pill you may just ReelEyez the sweetness within that tastes like liberation and smells far better than Prousts madeleine.

Most people died at twenty six. Everything since has been a retread. A variation on a theme that is safely predictable. Not many have left their zone of discomfort in search of other things and, in many ways, a midlife crisis has its roots in the childhood that you lived because life is a fractal and therein lies an immense secret because if you change the rules on what controls you the flip often manifests. How radical are you willing to get? When was the last time you challenged your assumptions? Debated the opposite of what you’re invested in? Tried to say nice, genuine things about someone you detest? There are countless challenges like this I’ve handed out and most failed the test. Those that refused to give in and persisted often said:

“I don’t know how to describe it. Its like something shifted or snapped? Same difference I guess. I tried it on my ex who I always used to say was a vindictive bish that spent my ends on drugs and drink instead of looking after the kids plus how the court left me rinsed and the rest. That was what I challenged and, let me tell ya, it was nigh on impossible to come up with a single thing and that made it click how dim my imagination is and the whole “kink in the hosepipe” thing. Well, after a bit, it started flowing and then I drew other links, filled in some missing mems on the wallchart we need to address and, before I knew it, the sun was rising and I hadn’t been to bed yet but felt more vital than I had for as long as I can recollect.

Next time I went to collect the kids she was totally deferent, had them ready to go and fully dressed with no jibe or sly dig. It was like I was talking to a whole different person. What the hell just happened?”.

Words of one who just clicked that there are no strangers in this realm and that we simply interact with figments of our imagination. See, in this script, the reason they got divorced was because the man was an inveterate alcoholic but that aspect had been toned down in his recollection and thus what wasn’t accepted in Self was projected onto the next who was more than happy to acquiesce by acting as expected and presenting a taste of medicine. I know, it sounds crazy but until you try it who can tell?

The reason we feel nostalgic is because we secretly yearn for a life, different. The good news is you can have it but it involves time traveling as – like meteorites – we fragment as we progress in this realm hence recapitulation is essential.

Most people don’t like to admit they’re the chief architect of their life and its problems. They’ll blame him, her or them and not realize that there are three fingers pointing back at the only constant. Make better choices, my friend. Increase your resolution. Do the Knowledge. Look for Patterns in which the same blank presents with you manifesting the missing link and trace that back to see what the Rolodex below the neck says. Feel the feeling. Maybe scream and yell a bit. Consider drawing or painting it. Name it, give it a texture, a space, a presence. Ask it to hop onto a hand, right or left, then look at it with closed lids and imagine a conversation. Let it say its bit. You may be surprised by what comes next as it will prove that imagination, bar none, is the most powerful force in this dimension as logic may get you from A to Z but pre-ten-d can transcend the entire realm, as well as those that surround it, in an instant.

Can you hear the Psylense? If not, you will. Of that I’m certain.

Powerless people have habits that yell this. From the high power exec that comes home each night and gets lifted playing a loop of a failed relationship in his head and how his life could’ve been perfect if he’d just bought the ring before waking up with a sore head, shaking it off and doing it all again whilst, in the process, not exploring new options or what made this timeline manifest. Thats the old kink in the hosepipe, yet again! When reframed I asked him:

“What did you actually gain in between now and then? Stop and ponder this at depth. Whip up a list rather than drinking. Feel the feelings instead of thinking about them with rose tinted retreads before stumbling to bed with head, spinning”.

He came back with a text, written in angry red, and underlined to drive the point home which said:

“Appreciate what you’ve got instead of finding flaws in it“.

There was the answer, and yet, he still didn’t comprehend the message. Do you think he ever cherished his life, status, position, health and the rest? See, you can lead a Slave to freedom but that doesn’t mean he’ll grip the reigns of higher consciousness and awaken the Warrior within because most people are simply too rigid and stuck on stupid to implement a solution when it presents as they want to be correct for the alternative often means unravelling decades of erroneous investment in things that are, often, patently ridiculous. That and it attests to the fact that most folks inner realms are totally fragmented hence they can’t apply wide spectrum wisdom as their brain won’t let them but thats a deeper topic.

In many ways one must be willing to go on a heroes quest, slay the demon of past events then rescue the child within and bring them to the present moment in order to co-create the future of which you’re truly capable. Obviously this is a monumental task that is life changing in its scope and application. But, ain’t nobody got time for that mess. Unless you’re one of the 8%. As I said:

Truth is one of those things that people like in theory but almost everyone is allergic to in practice. And yet its the only thing that can set you free even if its teething pains are akin to a crocodiles fangs bursting through the tender flesh of ignorance that you covered with a chunky callous of coping mechs that were never truly examined. What comes next is quite interesting as the metaphor has hidden within references to the R-Complex, Limbic System and thus Pre-Frontal Cortex as well that begets brand new ways of thinking (wahoo!) and commensurate increases in resolution which can only be described as true liberation for one steps off the treadmill and learns how to walk instead and suddenly you notice the carrot tied around your head and arm whipping your rear end were delusions of your own creation and this leads to more questions as you can’t help but wondering why most are so well adjusted to lives they detest so who built the treadmill? What on (or off) Earth are they actually powering via the harvesting of consciousness? Who created a System so slick that it takes people born free on a beach of Inner Sense and teaches them to live and die in a cave of ignorance with shadows flitting on the wall to present a narrative they believe in till they’re dead at which point their Witness will be dressed in new skin only to do it all again?

Like I said, this is an immense topic so lets cap it at three thousand words of inspiration that captured a tiny, tiny slice from a stream of images that we’ll garnish with my favorite:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again