We are, collectively, probably the most unfeelingest humans that have strolled across this planet. I use that word loosely because people don’t stroll, they lurch. Go out one day and sit on a bench in the middle of a busy place and just watch. You’ll note that most have their heads leading way out in front of their chest. What does this tell? Well, they’re trying to escape the present moment, for one, second, they will often have a literal pain in their neck. Now, most of them will not perceive this due to the high tide effect. That works a little something like this:
When you are young you are green, in the traffic light sense. You feelsee everything. That word means there are no inner boundaries, yet, as you are one solid plane of imperience that takes in everything. When you don’t know the rules you’re unaware of what you shouldn’t be breaking. This is why kids say the darnedest things and are totally honest as well. Two words will put an end to this and thus starts your fragmentation. You are now in the yellow zone. Here things can get pretty intense, hence tantrums and such things. What does society do? Smashy, smashy! Yep, you guessed it. More pieces. A couple of decades later and everyone is in the red. At each step you perceive less and less which is why life feels a bit dense, not as fluid and generally fragmented. Drugs, sex and alcohol provide a sort of relief to this but they never truly address whats under the surface and thus, from my lens, are worthless. Not so for Slaves as the alternative (aka doing the Knowledge) fills them with immense dread as they have no wish to dredge beneath the surface and bring what was suppressed to their awareness. This may manifest, at an extreme, of wanting to throw yourself off a building as detailed in this example.
Now, the lady in question couldn’t help but grin when I told her she could either Thunk like a Slave and have a breakdown or awaken the Warrior within and call it a breakthrough instead. In both cases she was in pieces but the latter allowed her to sift through the mess and comprehend the shadows depth which had been calling, unanswered, for decades. In her case it was trying to excel in her career and get that recognition for which she was craving. Another example is listed of a man who flipped his lid and fell into deep depression on the brink of ultimate success as his subcon went:
“Ruh roh! If he does then the rest of what we pretend didn’t happen will come rushing to the surface as he was only supposed to chase the carrot, not eat it”.
The mindbody is really, really slick when it comes these forms of Self decep. Had both of these Souls met a head shrinker instead of a vibe expander then they’d probably still be munching pills or sitting on a couch talking to a pleb and making absolutely zero progress. The psychiatric drugs don’t work, they just make you worse, my friend. I’m not saying this is a one size fits all argument as that would be stupid but, in my imperience, the vast majority of people who consume so many pills that they may as well rattle are actually no further along in terms of progress but are too scared to give in. Most people who meet me often do when nothing else has worked or they’re at the end of their tether and are willing to trying anything. When they do they often wonder why they didn’t ask for help before they went on a bootless trek to which I said:
“Would you have listened with your old mindset?“. Of course not because they were well and truly programmed by the System which tells them what to Thunk and hides, real well, that it caused the problem it then attempts to fix. This is an old pimps trick akin to a protection racket in which you send the younguns in to smash up a place then swoop in like you have an S on your chest and offer to keep things calm and tranquil in exchange for a bit. Or, in another example, where they came in, mob handed, and found the one running the biz was ready, waiting and chomping at the bit to lace them up with a few digs. As they limped out of his building and ran back to the guy who sent he was intrigued and went to meet and the two became good friends. Know why? Because a street dude knows another will get down just like him and he doesn’t want the problems and thus there is an air of mutual respect. In this example the guy in question was fresh out of the bing and trying hard to go legit with a new biz but the thing with old habits is they remain on deck as they’re engrained and trained in to your nervous system. These folks, once again, you can tell in an instant from their posture and presentation as there is a calm reassurance because they’ve already been through the mill and know they can handle it. The gent in question was pretty unassuming to look at and was really quite pleasant in conversation but his shadow aspect was rougher than a badgers rear end and when unleashed it just went in for the kill with not a single F given. Needless to say he had no problems after this as the message was sent, loud and direct.
They say it takes a wolf to catch a wolf but what if the same train you to be poodle instead? Ain’t that a bish? That, my friend, is pretty much how the world is and thats why wickedness is rewarded because the same grift that kicks in the streets is what you call government. But thats another topic.
I mentioned previously that I predict we’ll see an immense upsurge in suicides from those on long term anti depressive meds in the next few decades and counting. Scientists, who can tell you what swam inside the Pharaohs intestines will be baffled as to whats causing it but will hit upon a radical solution that solves everything. Except it won’t as all they’ll be doing is rebranding schizo meds for the plebs. These pills work by sliding different shades over the lights I mentioned and this causes a false image or dampening of sensations. In the above examples the critical mass, once tipped, will cause a lot of what was suppressed to come racing to the surface and people will rush to off their on switch. The Suicide Squad effect is something I really should mention but its way too intricate and complex to drop on laymen without a strong grounding in metaphysics with a practical bent but I can say that the window of opportunity to throw yourself off a bridge at the behest of the voices in your head only lasts six hours, at best. Ride that out and you may find it next to impossible to gain that mindstate again until they come calling. Or, better yet, take some MDMA in a tranquil environment with someone who can guide your awareness to feel suppressed emotions and you won’t even meet the crisis as you’ve released the energetics.
There was a man, back when, who petrified those who worked underneath him as his temper was extremely erratic. He could blow up over the smallest things and become quite dangerous. He was sent to Journey (ie look within) and only went as a) he was getting paid to and b) he himself was a tad irritated at the fact he often punched doors off the hinge as the rage poured out of him. As he walked in he looked around at the people, seated, and made a snap judgement:
“Ah, F this. Look at these wankers and pretenders. This is totally useless“.
And yet, he sat and did as instructed. All the while his mind was seething within at the sheer ridiculousness of the premise he found himself in. At the end of the session he got up, didn’t say a word and left. All you heard was the tyres screeching and music booming as he went back to the office. Still, he came back for the next session and the one after this. It was at the end of third attempt he came up and said:
“Listen, skip the patter, bonny lad and just tell me why the F my neck hurts like this? I felt right as rain when I came in and I did your stupid tricks of the mind and watched my breath to see what melts but now I’m in mad pain. Sort it out, ref!”.
Basically, what had happened was that his red mindset had finally dropped to a level of resonance that allowed him to feel the yellow he’d suppressed and when laid out like this he couldn’t help but crack a grin as he got it, real quick. After that his progress towards Self emancipation was intensely quick as he did everything with a level of viciousness and now wanted to get to the bottom of this. Next time he was about to rage at work something clicked in his head as he recollected where he’d went when Journeying and spotted the difference. As he tells:
“Well, it was like you said with the pot filled to the brim that started boiling. I realized the water dripping over the edge actually had very little to do with that stupid little prick that was the apparent cause of the problem and actually came from within so I stepped out of the building before I launched one at his head and stomped around the yard for a bit as I wound my neck back in. I couldn’t help but grin and when I came back they were all on edge thinking I was going to do something dramatic but I simply corrected him and said this was the only warning he’d get otherwise he was out on his rear end. Thats it. Sorted!” he said, smiling, feeling very proud of himself.
Its exactly the same example when a stressed mother yells at her kid for spilling a drink and overdoes it because she was still carrying the stress from the office. In her example I’d made her create a ritual in which she and the kids ran around their kitchen stomping and yelling out all the things that had made them feel stressed or some type of ick. In this she got a pure, clean window into her childs life and mindset whilst venting her own aggression and it made her whole home environment way more pleasant. Try it. There is immense wisdom in kids and what the Adulterated sees a petulance that deserves punishment is actually a very clever way of bringing in nervous system regulation as you ground the lower back by stomping on your heels and this releases the feels that otherwise get backed up by a process of repression. In the case of the bruiser he was so filled that his fists were on edge and simply waiting for a vent but for most this manifests as road rage and other things. All misplaced aggression. The lady in question actually ended up taking kickboxing with her kids and was amazed at their newfound confidence as well as her coolness under stress because as a ex-crack dealer turned Muslim then street pugilist attests:
“You can only be real in the ring. No time for fronting and faking because you’ll be on your rear end, real quick”.
True said.
Sitting on a bench I saw a girl walking by that was totally languid and radiated a sense of chill. I simply had to know so I stepped and questioned. Her accent was a tell as Italians, naturally, tend not to limit their passion and thus the constant drabs and drips that fester in those with stiff upper lips don’t get a chance to manifest. She was an Au Pair without a care, taking time out from studying and wandering the town looking for things of interest and this she found, in abundance. As we sat on the bench we imagined the tales and tells of those lives that were lived in the people of the pavement which was most amusing. Her own way of destressing was quite fascinating as she was into diving. I’ll let her tell it:
“There is something so raw, so visceral and direct. I cannot quite explain it but I think you may get it. Its like its just you and the ocean. You know how water and emotions are linked, yes? Well when you are holding your breath and trying to beat your own record things get quite intense but its at that borderland where miracles happen as I could jump in, super stressed, and the waves take away whats tense and bring relaxation instead”.
She went on to detail how Sicily is almost built for this and how different Liguria is which satisfied my curiosity as to her embodiment. Try it, I’m just sprinkling. You don’t have to go to such depths as any type of breath reg like, say, TwoX where you double the out compared to in can produce dramatic effects. The bruiser foreman in question developed a passion for this and, being quite competitive, would always strive to outdo himself and couldn’t help but grin during one session as he shared an interesting side effect:
“So, I was at the gym the other day and these false walls and compartments that used to seem so real and solid had started to melt and there I was, on the bench, and I just had the most amazing sesh. Totally smashed my record, broke it to bits, I did, and unlike the old habit of holding in as I stressed I just kept up the TwoX and had the kid that was spotting scratching his head as it was so effortless”.
Another thing he mentioned was how his musical tastes had shifted which mirrors, real well, the subtle link between what you consume and your mindset as he found himself listening to old tunes that were less aggressive when coasting as his new mindset was “Its not worth the stress”. Quite an immense contrast from one who used to, every trip, scream and yell, flash his lights and hit his horn as he threatened to smash someones head in for daring to cut him up or generally drive like a div. Not that it turned him into a bish. On the flip because now when he let rip it was with an exactness and precision that left others quivering as they knew they’d done something that should never, ever happen again. By the way, did I mention, the guy in question was wildly entertaining and super generous but was an all out perfectionist which meant he expected from his team the same level of performance and dedication that he himself had did when he grafted the basic shift before getting his promotion and the firm saw him as an asset which was rough and unpolished but carrying huge potential within.
In more regular gigs the violence isn’t quite as direct but there have been countless office kids who mentioned the verbal altercations or, even worse, the passive aggression that comes with said environment so its a horses for courses thing as the people working under him were blue collar, salt of the earth type of jits who lived the work hard, play hard ethic and weren’t strangers to obliging someone on the cobbles after a few drinks and an unsavory comment which led to kicking someones head in. I found it interesting that only one from his clique had actually asked:
“Here, Gaf, how did you do it? I mean, before you were like a pitbull off the chain but now its like you’re surgical with it and I want that level of control as well“.
So he taught him. Thats the most powerful thing about gnosis, my friend, because it can transmit from one to the next, rewrite their internal OS and patch out what wasn’t working with something far more effective and that, in turn, can be life changing as he would’ve went on to school his kid in emotional regulation in a way the System will never tell and thus you can probably guess the knock on effects as it sure beats getting prescribed Ritalin because you spring from a high stress, working class environment and find class boring so you seek ways to amuse yourself by being disruptive as focus is impossible when rote repetition tops the list of requirements and you’re wildly creative. See why I said the pills bring problems as they are just part of a business model which is designed to pimp the world in order to generate profits? On that note, who keeps sending prophets to this realm and why are those spells, so divergent, homonyms? Do the Knowledge. Up your res. You’ll be surprised at your own strength and the power of weakness as well as not knowing can open doors you didn’t suspect so learn how to Witness your Self and tell me what kicks on the other end as you level up and become a better version of your Self.
Till we meet again
