The character you are playing in the Game isn’t you any more than an actor on a set reciting a script. In many ways what you see on the screen is a down to Earth approximation of reality that is written, edited and then performed in a condensed version as they use the same principles and methods but project a compressed image for your digestion. Much like anything you consume there is what you excrete and what you keep plus the factors that attract you are often because they scratch an itch, deep within, that most aren’t even aware exists. For example, look over your favorite feature presentations with a pad a pen and list the traits you wish to exhibit as well as other points of resonance and after a few hits you’ll start noticing a specific resonance to your Self.
Its a very, very elegant trick because, as I’ve mentioned before, those who place these false idols who are artificially elevated humans given the names of “star” are actually treat like rats by the team behind them as they say “We pulled you from the gutter where you were nothing and gave you all of this”. Everyone is pulled by various strings in this realm and the ones behind the curtains know the oldest tricks because they pushed the pen when they wrote the book. Its why they’re as ancient as they are effective because the basic psychodrama of the human experience rarely shifts. In that respect all stories are but one story:
The Hero’s Journey.
Much like we all have the same bones but the flesh draped on them varies from person to person such is the script you live because it follows a nearly identical blueprint for all of us. Some people fall at one hurdle, others resist the call the adventure and most are content watching someone else live the life they wish they could manifest. This is why celeb worship and holding any mortal higher than your Self is so destructive because its akin to taking your latent potential as a seed and handing it to the energetics of an image so they can tend to it. End result? You get nothing beyond ninety minutes of amusement that pads out a life of boredom which is etched with the statement “There must be more to this, surely?“.
Yes, there most definitely is. In many ways these whims were trained out of you as a kid because the nature of the System is to create obedient Slaves that are so well adjusted to their programming that they don’t question what “second nature” keeps hidden. That is your primal instinct. I call it Inner Sense and this is the reason why pretty much all children step into this realm with the wish to do it big and make something of themselves and instead become just like their parents. In that respect society as it stands at the present moment is a perfect reflection of most peoples inner realms so the fragmentation and conflict combined with an immense appetite for distraction ensures many will trudge from the cradle to the grave without ever truly discovering their purpose.
Not for nothing was it said that there are two very important moments in the flesh and they are when you were born and when you find out the reason. This is your calling. Let me give you an example:
In every group there is a standout. The one that garners the most attention. They usually have a friend they call best because their personalities sync or they’ve been together since kindergarten. Resonance is very important but it can also be a destructive mistress because those who gather around this beacon do so as a form of energetic syphoning and to feel better about themselves via the association. This is actually the same Game that is played out when it comes to those who are draped from head to toe in expensive brands and constantly flaunt their status symbols as they are actually giving away their power to someone else. Stop and think, would a designer wear your name across his chest and be proud of it? Obviously not, there is something else at play that remains unexamined.
She was in her early twenties when we met as I knew her mother best and the bobo that we kicked was often repeated at home as they sat and talked about their day. “I’ve got to meet him” she said. So she did. She was direct like that and this is what her friends found so attractive because she oozed confidence without having to flaunt it or do things that screamed for attention. That itself is very, very seductive because a rising tide lifts all ships ergo those who floated in her wake found themselves feeling better about themselves because she was very nurturing and had an immense sense of loyalty as well. Great traits, yes? Sure, but they are also quite destructive when it comes to Self realization as you tend to become an aggregate of those you spend most time with.
One day we’re talking and she said she was going to drop out of college and get a job instead. Her mother was dead against it because she knew she was smart as a whip and wanted more from her youngest daughter than wage slaving in the corporates but all her friends were doing it and they had so much more money to spend. My intuition had picked up on her state of abundance as well as the way she nurtured them and I said “Why do I get the feeling you’d make an excellent medical professional?”. Her jaw dropped as this was something she’d never mentioned but, ever since her childhood, she’d been fascinated with this field and its what she most wanted. Thing is all of her friends were a bit dim in comparison and couldn’t see the bigger pic that comes from investing in your Self at a young age in order to reap higher dividends at a later stage of the Game.
The words and emotions poured out of her as she pointed out the sync because her mother and father had said the same thing. “When three people independently point out a trait or skill that would be perfect its usually a hint that you should develop it“. She nodded her head in agreement as she could see the logic. “But med school takes ages” she’d lament as she balanced her options. “Look, do you know why they all hang around you? Its not because your parents give you the most freedom and let them come over to their home whenever they wish. Its because they secretly want to be you but will never admit it”. She protested and started to reel off a list of things she liked about them but when pressed to examine which way the scales tipped in terms of giving and taking the truth became obvious. Secretly she enjoyed the power and dominance her presence gives as the center of attention but used what they projected to shower them with nurturing. Pretty much the opposite of these celebs most people worship as whilst they hang on their every words and image they themselves couldn’t care less about the nameless and faceless as long as they keep paying to see them handle their business.
I sketched out her future using a stack of coins and said “Imagine you get a freshly minted pound coin every day. As you currently live a life that is partially focused your investment for a month looks like this“. I made a pile of ten coins that were doubled and took the other twenty off the desk. “In comparison their lives are like this” as I left five that were singles and randomly spread. “That is the price you pay for a lack of dedication. Now, lets pretend for a moment that you spent every waking moment focused on one goal, one task, one intent. Then it would look like this” pointing at thirty coins stacked end to end that were towering over the handful that were spread. Her eyes got big as the message hit its intended target. “Now, by the power of compounding can you imagine the vantage you’d envision if you put the work in for a decade and change. Better yet lets think of the level your children would be born into in comparison with what you’ll get running round with these skets who base their entire worth and value on whats between their legs as there is nothing in their heads”.
“Thats pretty harsh” she said, quick to run to their defense, but I could tell that was just an old habit because the example was so visceral. “Within five years, tops, they’ll be single mothers complaining about their ex, stuck in jobs which are dead ends and you, you’ll be right there with them but way more miserable because you know, deep down within, you are capable of far, far greater things. The question is, how badly do you want it?”. I gave her an example of a local girl turned celeb that they all worshipped because she came from the same environment and made it to the A List. “Do you think she wasted even a moment that deviated her from her goal or spent time with people that weren’t in alignment with her thinking to actualize her potential? Of course she didn’t. Thats why she made it. I can see your skills. The saddest part is you can as well but we’re in an environment that doesn’t encourage anyone to think big, lest they rise above their station, because they’re perfectly content with the discontent of being just another pleb”.
She had nothing to say in response to this. What do you think happened next? Thats right, she quit. See, we only spoke on the here and there because, nine times out of ten, she was with her friends and they simply weren’t capable of comprehending these type of things because they lived for the weekend and as many free drinks as they could get from the boys thirsting after them. “Beauty fades. Brains are eternal and the choices we make now have immense consequences” I said, pointing at the stack of coins on the desk. “You know, this is why I like talking to you. You get it”. “And they don’t. How often do you have to dumb your Self down in order to fit in with them? Haven’t you ever asked them why they constantly recycle the same handful of topics, again and again, as they fawn over celebs that live as they wished. You are far, far more capable than all of them put together and they are, in effect, leeching your potential because each time you misspend that pound of attention you were gifted with to uplift them you’re actually preventing your Self from reaching your true potential”.
“Thats really depressing” she emoted with a slight shake of her head. And yet the message had rang loud and clear like a bell. For a few months she kept up the steam and focused more on her studies than them but they complained about her distance and how she seemed to have no time for them. End result? She dropped out and grew to become just like them, much to the chagrin of her parents. You can lead em to water but you can’t make em think if they continually sink back into the resonance of what makes them comfortable because excellence happens in isolation.
This is the secret reason why people are fascinated with these false idols as they get to feel a little bit of them reflects in their image as they emulate their way of talking, thinking and dress. All surface level approximations of one who is, fundamentally, inauthentic. The entire celeb worship thing is a huge coping mechanism that works really well due to the whole cult of personality thing that is the basis of all religions. Same script, different dress. Thats why it is so, so effective as its pretty much ingrained in the heads of all that plug in to the Matrix at this point in the Game.
Nothing is worse than unrealized potential because if you’ve got the voltage and waste it its far worse than one who never possessed it in the first place. A contrary example was this kid that lived down the street who had buck teeth and a sickly pallor to his skin. Nerd describes him best and the most attention he got at school was from the bigger kids bullying him so he spent a lot of his time in the digital realm which was where he felt at home with his peers as they all encouraged each other to excel. His talent was programming. Well, I use that word loosely as his skills weren’t earthshaking or amazing in any respect. Mediocre at best. What he did have was an abundance of dedication and a strong desire to win in one area of life that actually made him feel nice about himself.
“Look at this” he said as he drew my attention to an application he’d coded that was getting crazy hits as everyone downloaded it and complimented him on how wonderful it is because it made their life more simple. That really is it, isn’t it? We all crave convenience but how many are willing to invest in what it takes to create something that scratches an itch in the populace that no one else is serving? Not many.
Moral of the story is that this Self confessed geek struck it rich as he ended up moving to the capital after being headhunted for his skills and got to live a life of fulfillment. May have even got some of the suns rays on his pasty white skin and fixed his overbite as well once he’d generated the dividends. I can’t call it in that respect but do know that his timing was perfect because this was back when the iPhone was first getting traction and people with the right skills were printing money with their talents. The girl, in contrast, ended up a single parent that works shifts in a coffee bar because she gets to talk to people and uplift them with her nurturing spirit. Her friends come in on the reg to have a sip and chatter as well and that will be her life until she’s in the ground, dead. I say all of that to say this:
There are various versions of you that are awaiting activation. I’ve often impressed this upon the minds of those who’ll listen via the equivalent of saying their consciousness has gears that can shift and screaming around in first with the engine redlining in youth is testament to their ignorance and near total lack of Knowledge. The nerd got it. Mainly because he had no other options but intuitively gravitated to those just like him because they’d all be flexing their skills because only steel sharpens steel in the end hence if you’re the smartest in the room then there is your problem. Pushing the pen to share this I do wonder if she ever looks at the coins she’s counting at the end of the shift and considers the towering life she could’ve created because the mind is like water and will take the shape of whatever its poured in. Add into the mix that you become an aggregate of those you spend most time with along with the fact that the hood instills no sense of deferred gratification as the concept is so alien to those barely surviving and you’ll see why so many people are living lives of quiet desperation as the wackest version of themselves.
On the flip there was a lady who was in a similar predicament as she’d hit the wall in terms of looks and hated her predicament so started some nightschooling on top of her dead end job in the office. End result? Nothing insanely impressive or ground shaking but she ended up with a life that managed to play the cards she’d been dealt and squandered due to poor decisions and a lack of guidance into something that was far more rewarding as she retrained in a new profession that was far more in alignment with her true potential and thus escaped her default mode of programming by rewriting her OS.
This tale is exceedingly common, around the ends. Many are called but few choose themselves. For what, exactly, are you waiting to make it happen?
Till we meet again
