You’ve never heard this term but you’ll know the process it describes very well as its a symptom of the modern trends of living we all engage in. Allow me to illustrate with some examples:
Fred has to revise as he has a huge test coming upon which rests the foundations of his career so he’ll either be bagging groceries in a dead end or taking the nascent steps that mark his ascent toward management. For some strange reason since the timeline has been looming he’s found so many other things that pop up swiftly and become all consuming. Case in point, yesterday he sat down to revise and happened to spy the books on his shelf were out of array and in a mess. Not only this but on closer inspection there was dust everywhere. Looking around he decides the room is a mess and sets off to the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies and sets diligently to sorting his environment. In his head he thinks “It’ll just take fifteen minutes and then I can settle into to my practice test”. With an unusual level of intense focus that he doesn’t seem to notice he strips the entire shelf of all of its content and then sets to placing them back in alphabetical order before deciding it would be better to categorize them instead.
Checking back in a few hours we see he has moved the desk to a new position and is currently stripping the chair to grease that squeaky wheel thats been irritating him before he dives out into the yard to collect the mattress he’d left airing and pull in the sheets that had been air drying. He sticks his room back together and stands there taking it all in with a grin as it looks immaculate. “Perfect” he thinks, as he walks through his small apartment and then decides on the spur of the moment “No point leaving this mess” and turns his attention to the rest which he hasn’t really touched since he moved in. With the same vigor and zeal he demonstrated with calculating the best use of space and natural light for optimal studying in his bedroom he attacks the rest of the house.
By now its nightfall and the moon is flying high. He stands there with a smile looking proud of what he’s done. As he should because his home is now immaculate and arranged to perfection as his focus and drive was so intense that it even surprised him as he can be quite a slob, as is expected of students and those in training.
Thing is he hasn’t done a lick of studying. The thought never even crept in during his domestic adventuring and now he feels the panic setting in because he knows he should have been revising as the big test is looming and so much of his future does hinge upon this ninety minute performance. He’s “A natural born salesman” they said as they were suitably impressed by his vim and affable grin and should his results generate the same resonance then its a fast tracked career to management for him. He couldn’t believe his luck because he’d always struggled with this and its why education really wasn’t for him but then minimum wage kind of stinks so he decided he had no choice but to get on with it because being broke at twenty six is starting to give him the chills and hanging with his friends online doesn’t pay the bills. “This really is it” he thinks, as he sits at the desk watching the clock tick with a mock test in front of him and suddenly the tiredness kicks in. He is exhausted from all the work he’s put in and needs a good nights kip so he decides to turn in and set his alarm for early instead. “That way I can get up nice and fresh to a home which is also the same thing and we can do this!” he thinks as he settles in, feeling a sense of accomplishment at how productive his days been and the unusual level of focus he could feel motivating his actions.
See usually he’s quite distracted. “Starts five projects at once and finishes none of them” his mother said as his father nodded and that was the script he’d been living and summed up his story since a kid. “He’s a smart lad and could go far. If only he’d apply himself” every single report had read since he’d enrolled in kindergarten. This is why he had to move out because his parents thought they’d been too soft on him and this was his last chance to prove himself.
As fate would have it he had an amazing nights rest. So great, in fact, that he slept right through his alarm and by the time he raised his head the sun was moving toward west. Panic crept in real quick and a jolt of adrenaline went coursing through his system “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” he wails as he dashes from bed and logs in for the test only to be greeted with the text that the intake period has came to an end. So much for the plan to take the mock test at Five AM, study his results, revise and then do the real thing at Ten as he’d intended.
He jumps up screaming and picks up the phone to dial in, hoping to explain to them the circumstances that happened and how if they could just let him log in he’s all prepared and could ace it with one attempt.
I’ll let you guess the rest of Freds tale because it should be Self evident how his adventure ends. This is a perfect example of Hyper-Avoidant Distractivity. Does the scenario ring any bells? Seem familiar in any sense because ordinarily you couldn’t have paid him to tidy up with that level of concentration and focus and yet he did. “Stupid, stupid, stupid” he chastises himself after the lady on the phone tells him that he had seventy two hours to sign in and their records said that he’d only spent thirty five minutes in total doing mock tests so they don’t think his skillset is that of management but they’d be happy to keep him on the floor as a salesperson.
See people look at Fred and they see an immense amount of promise due to his fierce intellect and palpable presence which verges on the intense but feels so authentic because when he talks you want to listen. Thing is he’s never been able to settle down for a while and actually pass a test because he has a tendency to wing it and leave things till the last moment.
If only he could’ve marshaled the same resources he used to clean his apartment, he thinks as he wonders how to get out of this mess because you don’t get a second chance to make first impressions and now they’ll never promote him. “Damn, damn, damn” he states as he paces around feeling frantic wondering what his parents are going to think of him when he breaks the news to them after hyping it up as a done deal, a sure thing.
In the interim lets take a glimpse under the lid of Fred and we’ll notice something interesting. He is a nervous wreck. Raised on the web he knows nothing but distractions and dopamine hits because we are all born to seek pleasure and avoid stress but his thrill seeking is almost hedonistic as his childhood wasn’t the best and the screen provided an escape for him from the environment he was birthed in. He was a slender child that was stupendously inquisitive and found everything interesting but it was more so the starting than finishing that intrigued him because there was so much to learn and it was always onto the next thing.
I’m sure you’re starting to build an image of the events that formed him and provided the raw material of experience that led to this moment so lets delve in to what actually happened in his head when faced with the prospect of the test and the immense stress this brings. He knew, on some level, that he had a problem but he liked how the energy drinks made him feel and since he knew no other way to be than he his attention that flits freely provided a thrill because without it life would be so boring. During his two decades and change on the planet he’d acquired an immense amount of anxiety he bundled within and tried to keep it pressed under the surface because as long as it was out of mind he didn’t have to think of it so he filled his life with distractions and rarely had a moment of boredom. Focus and concentration were an odd pairing because, as demonstrated, he could engage in the most inane of things with crazily intense perspective that verged on the myopic as he developed total tunnel vision on what he was doing. Thing is it often was something totally different than what should be consuming his attention. Its like his wires were crossed and even though he’d do whatever he did really well that which was supposed to be handled had fell by the wayside again. Like this he drifts from one distraction to the next, never stopping to think that the problem and thus solution can only come from within.
The reason why he acts like this is quite simple. He is afraid to win. The thought of completing something actively petrifies him on subconscious level because of an event in his childhood he can barely recollect as the sands of time have obscured what went down and placed a lot of distance between him and the sensations that still live within and are remembered full well via his inner childs Inner Sense. If you ask him he’d say something like “My Dad had had a few drinks and was feeling upset when I came running in with the score from my test and in my excitement I tripped and fell in to the TV set and sent it flying”.
What had actually happened was that his father was a raging alcoholic in the operative sense and had been looking for a vent after his wife had told him she was thinking of leaving him if he didn’t pack it all in and, worst of all, she intended to stick him with the kid because she couldn’t handle him by herself and wanted to live a little. They’d been arguing all afternoon and she’d stormed out earlier saying she was going to stay with a friend and he’d been sitting there sipping and this is when young Fred comes running in with his A+ graded examination that he couldn’t wait to show them.
“Hi, Dad! Where’s Mum? I’ve got something amazing I want you to read” he said, so caught up in his accomplishment he didn’t notice the countenance of the flesh that made him was still reeling from the divorce papers his wife had served him and then threatened to leave him with the kid. “You little bastard” he yelled as he jumped up and smacked him. The kid went flying and hit the TV set and it all shattered around him as he lay on the floor yelping as his father threw in a few digs taking his rage out and yelling. “It’s all your fault, you stupid idiot. I hate the sight of you, you cretin. You make me sick to my stomach because you remind me of that bitch who thinks she can do me like this”.
As I’m certain you can picture the childs joy became a living hell as he tried to make sense of what he’d did to deserve such a reaction and the only thing his developing brain could muster in the moment was that “Passing test = punishment” and this Pattern thundered down to his R Complex after being saturated by emotion in the Limbic System. And thus, as a kid, the script was penned, there and then which made him allergic to success because what couldn’t be processed by the kid was instead repressed, edited and shunted out of his awareness as he chopped up the events, pushed them to a distance and did what he had to to keep on living.
His parents sorted out their issues and stayed together in the end because the thought of starting over was terrifying for both of them but the damage was done for young Fred because he’d been living that Pattern ever since. Whenever the thought of a test came up he’d find himself starting to get anxious and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He’d game ever more. Eat sweets till they hurt his jaw and his stomach said “No more”. Over time he developed ever greater and more complex methods of avoiding going anywhere near this problem because his fractured mind strove to protect him from what remained unprocessed.
Cue a string of failed tests that were met with threats and punishment. But no matter what they said it couldn’t equate to that mechanical structure of thought that ticks within and says “If you win then consequences don’t bear thinking” and thus the next two decades spin by real quick with him engaging his whims and making little to no progress when it comes to the business of living until we get to this tale we’ve been weaving this evening in your awareness.
As you can see, his mind plays tricks. Yours does as well. I’m not saying your events were as bad as Freds. No, they may be worse but just like him you don’t fully recollect but best believe these Patterns are wreaking havoc on the plans of mice and men as they cause more stress than they’re worth for those living lives unexamined. Consider this:
The Relative Scale of Impact of his childhood event was a good eight point six as he felt his life was about to end as he lay there bleeding. On the flip his excitement at getting a perfect score on the test was almost a ten as he came home racing and couldn’t wait to tell them. The resonance between paper, child and emotion had a different significance to his father, who had his own Patterns churning away in his head as most do in this realm. The childs mind stitches together a narrative and thus as he progresses the authentic aspect regresses and something else steps in in order to fill the gaps in his awareness.
This is why if you take the average person and ask them to recollect their earliest memories up till the age of ten you’ll end up with around a couple of years of details at best. The rest have all been repressed and this action forms Patterns which then manifest as subconscious drives that shape your inner realm for the rest of your life sentence, should you choose not to examine them. Side note: The English language doesn’t help in this sense as its designed to ensure the mono-lingual are veritable strangers to themselves but we’ll delve into this as we progress because for now its about Fred.
Inside his head rages the battle of will and imagination. The former is limited and runs out quick whilst the latter can draw upon resources which are immense. Its why if I were to lay a plank of wood on the floor and ask you to walk across it you’d happily hop and skip without any panic and yet if it were suspended between two buildings your head would suddenly fill with all the bad that could happen. Can you see how in this example even if you had perfect balance and knew you could do it you’d most certainly go tumbling? Granted there are only two natural fears we possess when we step into this realm and they are the fear of falling and loud noises as well – both of these are hints as to how your awareness got into this mess because the big bang isn’t something that involves planets its what happens when sperm meets egg and the dream you have of falling but always rising before you’re splattered on the pavement is actually your non physical aspect descending to this realm. Bit metaphysic yes but you can test it for yourself as we progress.
Now, Freds inner child has access to way more resources than the scattered fragments I call the Adulterated self because it knows full well everything that happened. The true events and feelings you dare not express and try your best to keep hidden by cramming them down beneath your neck into the joints that hinge your flesh. This is the reason why peoples hips and shoulders tighten as they age and why they start stooping. Such are the burdens of a life unexamined as they are tone deaf to the language their own bodies are speaking. The Adulterated (false) self, or should that be selves because there are many of them and thats why they’re called i¹ because when they outsmart a Pattern they’re all “I won! I won!” as well as “I want! I want!”.
This is what drove the Hyper-Avoidant Distractivity of this example and now you have a far greater insight into Fred than he has of himself at the current moment. He had so much invested in this test that the resonance with the childhood events that laid the Pattern were driving him out of his mind with stress that he was only partly feeling. When they knew he wasn’t giving in and was fixed in his purpose they dredged up a supportive Pattern to use as a distraction that he inherited from his Mother and it went like this:
She was a clean freak and like things to be well presented. This was how she hid the chaos of her life as an alcoholics codependent and broadcast an image instead due to her own Patterns which motivated her actions. She had impressed into her childs head that it pleased her greatly when he made his bed and kept everything well presented as then she lavished affection upon him – which is then conditional and thus tainted hence another Pattern springs as the inner child is way wiser than the Adulterated fragments of the false selves that are perpetually battling to be at the helm of his awareness.
Taking a little from Column A to prevent Column B from rising is a method of emotional checks and balances that drives the lives of the vast majority in this realm and they are totally ignorant of the process but now you know its hallmarks its far easier to spot it in the moment. Easier still if you know how to Center in Self because that is the difference that makes all the difference. Imagine a wheel that spins. If you’re located at the spokes on the edge then its easy to get carried away quick, but on the flip, if you’re situated at the nexus then you are in fact perfectly still and therefore have a far clearer perspective. We’ll cover this in great depth as its an essential skill to possess when it comes to mastering your Self for one who isn’t this is a Slave in this realm. To Patterns. To others whims. To whatever was poured into your head and a zillion other things. There really is no end to those that wish to help themselves to a piece of your mind that erodes your sense of peace within. See what I mean about the English language?
The reason Fred could muster up such an intense level of focus and do something he’d ordinarily detest is that his head had weighed up a quick cost/benefit analysis and his fear of winning – that would via the process of resonance bring up links with the aforementioned childhood events that would then have to be processed and the Adulterated self wishes nothing else than to pretend the inner child is dead as its presence is a threat to the world these disparate elements have been building inside your head since before you were ten. His mind linked his Mothers teachings of cleanliness and as his limited thinking was scrabbling around that day looking for something, anything that could divert him from the test it zeroed in on the dusty book shelf and thus he threw himself fully in to the busy work that prevented him from taking the mock test. Can you see the nature of the Hyper-Avoidance? Its like being on a mission to go from A to Z via the rest of the alphabet but instead deciding to wheelspin instead. Lots of smoke and action but very little in the way of traction and even less progress. The Distractivity in this equation varies depending on the events but rest assured that is made him sleep in. All so he wouldn’t have face himself and the consequences of taking the test he could’ve aced with a little practice as the role was simply perfect for him.
The fact that he could generate such an intense level of focus and enjoyment doing something he would otherwise detest shows you the diversion of resources and how we literally live a script which is penned, moment to moment, by subconscious aspects of ourselves that are striving hard to balance the broken aspects of our inner realms via various ruses and diversions. He who cleanses can then unleash these forces in their natural sense and thus you see those who make effortless steps on the path to progress are often not as broken as those ignorant. That is actually a sad fact of the Game at this moment because its a quest of damaged Souls to hide the truth from themselves and then present the best image that they’re not feeling like they’re adrift in their own personal hell that won’t relent without them engaging in some form of Self Destructive reasoning and the actions this brings. By the way thats another important point I’ll mention:
There are only two drives, two modes of being, two directions of spin in this realm that you can engage in and this can be applied to all and everything from eating, thinking, drinking and linking with friends, acquaintances and the rest. Either what you’re doing is Self Constructive or Self Destructive. Another topic we’ll cover at depth as its literally at the heart of this, but for now back to Fred:
His usually dispersed attention which is symptomatic of his fractured awareness and hyper stimulated, click click click, connected to the net twenty four seven is an action which soothes his Limbic System that doles out Dopamine hits that keep him engaging in behaviors that are generally not good for him. Thing is, as you now know form this glimpse, in the darkness there be dragons that wail of suffering but they are actually the cries of the child within. Not for nothing is Inner Sense a correlate of innocence because that is the same thing which is fractured by your parents who had the same done to them back when. This chain extends in a link going all the way back to a point when there were those in your lineage to whom the concepts of Adulteration were foreign and alien. Once the split kicked in it was compounded by ignorance and the society this builds as well as the institutions that are designed to profit from and attempt to hide this schism within. This is modern mans inheritance. Like I hinted about Freds parents, they had their own Patterns and problems that spring from being willfully ignorant of their inner realms because like nuclear waste in a landfill you are simply passing on an increasing problem for the next generation to deal with until someone decides to take it upon themselves to do something and break the programming before it can harm anyone else.
Like splitting an atom the energy tucks within is immense. As is the resistance required not to feel this inheritance as well your own Patterns and the rest of the stress modern life lxves pouring in your head. Another thing, my friend, did you notice that lxve actually sounds evil when flipped? Wonder what the significance of this is? The resistance of which I was speaking manifests as aches and pains in the flesh that seem to vanish and flit then come back again somewhere else. Odd, isn’t it? If you bang your leg then next day your arm is hurting followed by your neck you’d stop and think “How the heck is that happening?” and would do something but in the case of H.A.D its a nice elegant trick designed to focus your attention on the surface and thus stay away from the depths within which your Inner Child is drowning, waiting for you to help it help your Self.
For Fred facing that memory is seen as an immense threat by the Adulterated fragments that form his day to day awareness because then he’d have to speak directly and truthfully to his parents in order to make sense of the events. They have their own Patterns doing what they do best that would rage, yell, deflect, emotionally blackmail and so many other things designed to keep them locked in the familiar agony of almost living and so on goes the sad song so many families are quietly singing. With the looming test on one hand that he knew he could finesse as they all really liked him and it was obvious they wanted him to win his limited fragments came up with the plan to distract him instead as mentioned. You can spot this happening as you’ll be engaged in something you know is frivolous with a level of concentration so intense that you wish you could muster for things that are important. Its a very strange thing is this process. There is also a sense of irony at play because this is the reason why opera singers lose their voices when nerves kick in and the big opportunity whistles over their head and they are left kicking themselves wondering what happened.
You can either be a Victor or Victim because its not how you begin but how you end it and that power lies within. Always has always will.
Lets shift back to Fred as he sits looking at the dust on his shelf and suddenly feels that rev which signals he’s about to get carried away on the wings of Hyper-Avoidant Distractivity as it swings in low to manipulate his awareness. Remembering his training from the Path of Power he recalls how to disconnect, move to the Center instead of spinning his wheels at the edge. “Aha” he notes to himself “There is something here to be uncovered. Something that is signaling for my attention as there are processes in effect that I can flip into something Self Constructive or if I indulge my whims they’ll be Self Destructive instead”.
He sits quietly, breathing. Eyes in the Eighty/Twenty position as he modulates his awareness and thus forms the bridge between the physical and subtle realms and turns to the wisdom of Inner Sense as he focuses on his forehead from within.
Fred spends the next ninety minutes – even though to him they feel timeless and verge on a strange combination of the instant and infinite in the same instance – chipping away at the Pattern which we’d detailed earlier in this message. That which rises isn’t linked, simply viewed as a Witness as it melts into nothingness. He may remember the sensation of getting beaten with no contextual reference or an anguished yell may rip from his lips as tears start flowing. The process is irrelevant. Its the space that is held to allow for its unfoldment that is vital to his health because his Inner Child sees that the aspects of him that control speech and motion are directed within and finally paying attention to him, the one that sees and hears everything, recollects all events and yet has no form of expression beyond banging on your flesh from within to say “Hey, I’m hurting. Do something. Help!”.
Its at this point Slaves usually think “Hey, I’m hurting. I’ll have a pill. Thats sure to help” as they keep on ignoring their child within which in turn infuriates them as they step up their rattling as the Adulterated (false) self builds a tolerance then dependence. Seeing where I’m going with this? The medical industries dirty little secret and kept to their successful business of pushing pills that manage symptoms without addressing the root of the problem. The truth of the matter is society is profoundly sick and it is no measure of health to be well adjusted to it as Freds tale bears Witness and billions of others on the planet are living the same thing.
There is a solution. Freedom can only come from within just like enlightenment is gifted to those who are willing to step into the darkness of their inner realms. Thankfully you’ve got a guide who can assist because that is what the Path of Power is. A set of techniques designed to allow you to befriend your Self and in the process vent all the gunk that you inherited from your lineage who passed it all on in ignorance.
Not to get too dramatic but if you don’t step up now and take advantage of what I’m offering then who will because there are no accidents, only opportunities in this realm and the very fact you’ve read five thousand words to make it to this moment means there is something within that has used the Hyper-Avoidant principle in a way that is Constructive instead. Getting back to Fred:
He was lying on his bed breathing in a rhythmic fashion when suddenly he felt his legs kick out with a ferociousness that surprised him but he stayed with it as he thrashed around as his inner child wanted to back then when threatened with the chaos of another Patterns and then something happened. It was like someone changed the channel and the noise was gone and, just for a moment, he heard the silence and it was wonderful as he buzzed along as the Three Kingdoms – Energy centers located in the head, heart and abdomen – strove for equilibrium.
Motivated he jumps up and takes the mock test. Does well. Takes its again as he rides a wave of confidence and gains a few more percent and then, drawing a deep breath as he Centers his Self, he clicks the real thing and lets his fingers do the walking. There is no thinking. No second guessing or doubt. Simply the moment in which he lets rip and then its see what happens as he goes to bed.
Rising the next day he feels nice and fresh and remembers the dust as he says to himself “This place is a mess” and sets about tidying his apartment with a song in his chest and spring in his step. Day turns to night and he stands there, taking it all in with a grin. His home is immaculate.
Just then he hears a ding and picks up his phone. Its a notification from Sharon at the office which says: “Fred, I’m not supposed to say anything but you aced the test. A perfect one hundred. In ten years of working here I’ve never seen such a thing, I knew you could do it. We’re having a meeting about it and I’m going to suggest a promotion to middle management as we could do with some invigoration and new ways of thinking”.
This may sound like fantasy. “There is no way this…”. Did you catch it? Did you spot the Adulterated fragment of Self Destruction doing what it does best? How long do you wish to live under its well intentioned but ultimately foolish and unfulfilling ways of Thunking and relating to your inner realm? Don’t you want to be the one that cleanses your lineage so the children that then inherit your families wisdom can remain blissfully ignorant of the Adulteration process, the perils of the System and dangers that reside in the Valley of the Plebs as they sidestep all the mess and instead choose to unfold their Inner Sense and bring a new and unfinite light to this realm which is what the Game has been missing.
Till we meet again
