Back when before it was the trend to throw the word multiverse into everything I stumbled across something that presented a loose end that I then commenced tugging at every chance that I would get. Its a hypothesis that can be proved with a reaction to a simple question. Shall we imperiment?
On a scale of one to ten with one being the wackest and ten being totally actualized, firing on all cylinders, no blockages present, pumping the ultimate version of you on FM where would you rank your Self at the present moment?
Did you see what just happened? The very fact that you, automatically, Knew (with a capital K) where you sit on this spectrum means the other versions could and probably do exist. Really think about this at depth and ponder what just kicks because every single Soul that has partook in this trip has always said the same thing:
“The answer came back unbidden”.
“It wasn’t a question or a guess. More like a statement. Undeniable”.
“It felt like your imperiment generated a thermometer type reaction in which the temperature of my Self actualization was laid bare in a way that was… Frankly, depressing“.
I have lost count of the amount of people I’ve asked to participate in this and I find it absolutely fascinating that even whilst most gain that concrete glimpse of what is otherwise ineffable there are very, very few who actually want to do something about it. Well, I did.
I dreamt up this trip when I was at a point in my life that I generally detested and wondered how the heck I’d got into this situation from which escape seemed impossible. I’d been pinned down by ignorance as well as being led on a merry dance via acquaintances and the most amusing thing about this experiment is I actually believed I was the one doing the testing when, in reality, I was under observation. Needless to say that mirror was cracked, not long after this, and I believe the events of the NDE and other things were all linked to this one simple question. Lets run it back a bit:
At the time I was bulky fat, not capable of running a lap but with stamina that was immense. Good job as it was needed considering I was working back to back 81 hour shifts for years on end in some very strange conditions. Sobriety was a stranger to me and a mellow buzz my second favorite coping mech but what really kept me sane was peering inside folks heads and asking them questions. That made the time fly by and considering most of the Souls around me were as broken as they were broke they were more than content to elope in an imaginary quest that forced them to look within. Granted, some hated it as I could kill their high, super quick. Others felt nauseous as the point of view was too intense but, on the reg, most really, really dug the imperience as they simply never had a clue of what would come next. Neither did I and on that fateful day I stopped and said:
“On a scale of one to ten with one being the wackest and ten being totally actualized, firing on all cylinders, no blockages present, pumping the ultimate version of you on FM where would you rank your Self at the present moment?”.
To my latest participant I felt an immense epiphany like this was the reason I’d got into this fine mess and its what would change everything else as there was a point before this gnosis and what came next.
I simply could not stop pondering the implications because the me I was then was a solid three on the scale and that, unlike the rest who felt stressed when their digit also rolled in, filled me with an immense sense of exhilaration as I Knew I could be he who improved in increments. Here’s how I did it:
I sat down and said, to my Self, in a state of relaxation:
“Describe the life of me who is a five and how it differs“.
Then I was set adrift on memory bliss as imagination did its thing. He too had his own business but the key difference was he worked for it, not in it as he’d relinquished his grip and need for perfection as he had learned to accept that if his own standard was a ten and a trained pleb can manifest a six then that is doable because if mash two of them together with a margin for error its approximation is great and frees up time for other things. Its these ventures that were of interest as the first thing I noticed was this version of me was in far better health and much leaner shape. Not surprising as he some pro level cardio equipment at the crib that he used to destress and motivate, AM and PM, as opposed to caffeinated beverages and a swift drink at night to chill. He also ate very different as he wasn’t relying on takeaways and such things due to his immense workload and the rest therefore he cooked and really enjoyed it. There were other factors that are too boring to mention as its the grand sketch that is of interest and thus I set about implementing it in ways that were tenable.
I bought a cheap and rickety cross trainer from the local ad section. Like most of these devices it had been used as a clothes horse and not its intended purpose and thus was quite affordable. So, upon it I step and soon was covered in sweat and felt quite pathetic but I Knew this is what it takes to prove my view of the Game and thus was very engaged and kept at it. At first I made this a night thing instead of a quick drink as there was no way in hell I’d do this in AM and pull another twelve hour shift dealing with the denizens of the pavement… After a while it clicked and suddenly I realized my body was craving magnesium which led to Epsom Salt baths after forty five minute sessions in which I would barely break a sweat but feel immense amounts of tension being liberated as my mind zoned out with the movements, repetitious. Here, now, present, correct. The contrast of this motion with total stillness and relaxation led to an immense leap in the quality of my rest which changed other things and then, before you know it, I’d start and end the day on this contraption. Till it snapped.
Apparently it wasn’t meant to be used like this but it had proven a point so I spent a bit more and bought a new rig which, in around month six, met a similar fate. This time I called the company and they sent someone out to check and said the metal had been sheared in a way most intense and that made no sense when they saw the relatively slender gent standing. The dude asked how much I used it and I told him but he still shook his head and said that shouldn’t have happened as a token of their appreciation they’d give me a hefty discount on their home pro level equipment.
Just like the one the other version of me was using.
Ain’t that something? By now I was far less reliant on takeaways and such things and was generally in far better mental, physical and spiritual health than I’d ever been and it all sprung from asking my Self as simple question, engaging my imagination and then working the process backwards. Reality is far more plastic than most suspect and these versions of ourselves are simply awaiting activation or it could be that the song on the record is etched with varying renditions and we shift our resonance via the principle of attention as the whole Game plays out inside your awareness. Now, that is a far deeper topic and more metaphysic but you are welcome to give this one a spin and see what kicks when you ask your Self a simple question:
“On a scale of one to ten with one being the wackest and ten being totally actualized, firing on all cylinders, no blockages present, pumping the ultimate version of you on FM where would you rank your Self at the present moment?”.
Then notice the response that slides in toward your mind from your chest (or however it manifests in your respect) then follow your imagination for more clues and cues on what to do next before implementing them and spotting the shifts as it may just be a case of the prime, high flying model that was always intended was actually dumbed down and simplified by various machinations or many other things. The simple fact of the matter is this works and its one of the best tools for Self actualization I’ve developed so far in my adventures and its my great honor and privilege to share this with the rest and I hope you implement it as its one of those things that, once felt, can’t be denied as something equally subtle and special which offers immense hints about the nature of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits as well as the powers contained within the limitless fount of your imagination…
Till we meet again
