Lets pretend you have a friend you call best. To keep things extra spicy in this thought imperiment you won’t address them like you do a chum, on the reg. Noooo. This interaction is based entirely upon the way you usually yack in your head. Go on, run through a few scenarios:
“Hey, do you want to go ice skating?”.
“Whats the point? You’re a fat doofus with the inherent elegance of a hippopotamus. Don’t nobody want to see that mess”. Or:
“I think that girl over there likes me”.
“Why would think such a stupid thing? Everyone knows you’re unattractive. Don’t bother. You’ll just make a fool of yourself”.
As you can probably tell you’d never treat anyone else like you do your (false) self because if you did that friendship would end, real quick. See what I mean about being a living hostage to that voice in your head. Newsflash:
You can’t be it when you’re actually the one who listens. Thats the true Self and, much like a dog, it doesn’t speak but innerstands plus its super loyal. The problem is that the false Master in your head trained it to be a Slave instead of the Warrior it was born to be and after much browbeating (with the assistance of friends, family and social traditions) you acquiesced.
I knew a girl, back when, that would run herself ragged trying to help anyone who needed assistance. I told her they were taking the whizz so much she may as well name her friends “Dialysis”. She didn’t get it. I asked her to step back and check her (false) self before she wrecked her authentic and was met with a stare of confusion.
“What is your underlying motivation for this? Have you ever stopped to ponder what kicks if you don’t rush out at two AM because the phone rings and someone says they’re in a tizz? What do you actually gain from being an emotional tampon, par excellence, to people who really don’t give one single solitary F about you?“.
At this point she started to trot out a laundry list of things and examples that I had to shut down, real quick.
“Here” I said, handing her a phone. “Call the person you just mentioned and tell them you need to borrow two hundred and fifty quid for three days whilst you’re waiting a cheques clearance“. She dillyed and dallyed then eventually gave in as her friend answered and she launched into her pitch. Can you guess what happened next? Yep, a million and one excuses but no financial assist. Bear in mind this girl could more than afford it as she was a kept woman that held the purse strings and said what went with the spend as she had lavish habits and a husband, henpecked. She still refused to see what was writ, large on her forehead, but to me was obvious.
“Mug. Thats what they see you as but a fool and their (insert resource) soon split so they think they’ll take all they can get before pickings get slim as they never, ever have to invest, replenish or even help. I mean, when was the last time any one of them asked how you’ve been and what kicks in your life before psycho-emotionally vomiting their problems and getting you worked up and invested at the perceived injustice”.
This one hit the target. There was a palpable shift in her energetics so I set her a challenge:
“From now on, before it even starts, hold up your hand and say “My ears hear good news only” then maintain silence. If they persist, remind them again. And again. Till they get it”.
People stopped calling on her, real quick, and this bought a load of previously suppressed tension gushing to the surface and then the real work of gnosis begins as the more she did dig into her subconscious the more evident it became that her deceased mother was a narcissist and had trained her, real well, since her inception to:
“Not be so selfish. Think of me instead!“.
I mean, what a head trip, yes? Now that she was dead her memory was rose tinted and looking back at her years, formative, was something she felt an immense resistance to that required a different flip as she finally gave a voice to the child within. She was livid. The rage was absolutely immense and she wanted to go and smash the heads in of these fake friends that constantly took her for a ride. She was quite surprised by all of this as the angry red ink that scrawled across the page barely contained a level of fury that she was totally missing from her existence. This was around the time that the Long Kiss Goodnight dropped and I do like using Hollywoods slick programming to invert the pyramid so I told her to watch it via the lens that Charlie Baltimore was who she really was and the Stepford Wife a coping mech.
Once again, resistance and denial kicked in and she said she’d much rather be inauthentic than so cold and callous etc… before I pointed out that both of these miss that point in the mid that is Centered in Self and blends the best, rejects the mess and sifts the Adulteration from Inner Sense so you become something you cannot currently imagine. This sparked her interest and when the child started drawing on the right hemisphere of her conscious to spark recollections of what it was she wished to be before her potential for authentic reality was hijacked and twisted by a stone cold narcissist that masqueraded as a parent.
Have you ever seen a wallflower that was so used to wilting suddenly spring to attention? It truly was a bloom or bust moment as she said:
“Watch Matilda. It says it all, perfect”.
Her super power was that she was intensely empathic and thus I suggested she train in counseling and get paid well for her skills as a lot of people just need someone to listen, pat them on the head and send them in the right direction as folks crave validation. Bear in mind, this was way before the net and life coaching wasn’t exactly a bustling sector for business hence another string was needed for her bow and this came via showing young mothers how best to relate and guide their kids over coffee mornings at a local creche which then led onto bigger and better things because people got to road test what she was offering and knew for themselves her heart was solid as she definitely had a gift for saying just what was needed in a way that was perfect.
Its worth noting that none of the old vultures that she once associated with ever offered a shred of congratulation and, instead, actively cold shouldered and stealth hated because, surprise, they were all narcissists as well because since the death of her parent she’d attempted to fill a void called people pleasing as most folks will carry on, exactly as programmed, as it brings them a sense of comfort from the quick hit even if, over all, they’re totally miserable and for her the thing that made it stark, raving obvious was when I handed her a small notepad and pen then requested:
“For the next seventy two I want you to write down every negative thought that comes into your head“. She waved the papes and said:
“This won’t cut it. I’ll have it filled before I’ve left your office”. How often the truth comes out in jest because via direct questions she’d never, ever have admitted what was Self evident before we started talking at depth and probing her subconscious. It was a great sign that things were flowing and those old Patterns of stagnation were ready to be outgrown then ditched as new seeds were sprinkled:
“Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to phrase these statements as questions instead and then imagine they are coming from the child within. Ask her age, how her life is, what she’s feeling and what makes her think like this and then simply do what you do best but instead of assisting fake friends who give not a F lets lavish that attention on someone who is deserving”. To say her eyes lit up at this prospect would be an understatement but what was of most interest was a long, juddery sigh that escaped her lips as it was obvious a band of tension around her abdomen had just relinquished its grip as it finally had permission to say its bit.
If you read this back again you’ll see I’ve laced you with some real Game as it briefly hints at loads of common things that are totally invisible as impingement’s to true consciousness but have deleterious effects if left, unchecked, at the helm and this is what I’ve termed the Pane Body and it gives birth to the (false) self that society likes to pimp as it makes you run the treadmill with the rest of the plebs that are just as miserable but will deny till their last breath that they are the problem because, sadly, most don’t want solutions. They just want to be correct. Luckily for her, and you too if you’re still reading, she still had the spark of the Warrior within and was willing to listen.
In many ways the past is always present and its subtle tint can tinge the future you create as most steps are a retread that are designed, real well, to avoid the true cause of the problem and thus miss the solution. You can apply this to the chunky miss that yoyos to get thin and then piles it on again as she starts feeling anxious for reasons she can’t comprehend as well as the stunning damsel that has no problem attracting men but finds they all swiftly run for the hills after discovering she’s not worth the effort and way too high maintenance due to her acting out and things as well a high powered exec who cracked when he was about to win as that would mean having to come face to face with his coping mechs and the illusion he’d built to pretend he didn’t actually want to be doing something totally different as there are many forms of riches beyond pictures of the queens head as his adventure in the flesh attests.
Its all a huge con, in the end. The saddest part is most would rather die on the lie than admit they’ve been pimped by that voice in their head that they Thunk is them which is why I’m such a big proponent of the old pad and pen for various reasons as it not only activates a whole bunch of neural aspects that otherwise remain hidden but the fact that they’re out there, in ink, and reflecting back the true reality of your inner realms is such visceral proof that you’d never treat anyone else like you do your (false) self the next steps of the Path of Power create themselves by walking as people found they were alchemists who turned that old lead (or fools gold) into the real thing and now live lives of loud fulfillment versus quiet desperation and or image creation to front on the rest who are, usually, as broke and broken as them.
Yet, none dare call it conspiracy. But it is. A fact, that is. No theory needed. Just look at the world for evidence or, better yet, push the pen as I said and see what happens because you’ve been trained to ignore your greatest resource and potential via a heartless System designed to exploit the very ignorance it installed, back when, as your entire bloodline has been at it for generations and this is the true inheritance you’ll pass to your children as the wounded womb hurts the seeds its births but that is a way deeper topic that can only be digested once you’ve licked the bitter pill of the (false) self to discover the land of milk and honey within hence fix your own problems, not the worlds as it all takes place inside your awareness and comprehending this one weird trick is why Slave/Masters hate him as he reminds you of the things you were made to forget…
Till we meet again
