You’ve heard me mention the Rolodex plenty of times, yes? Let me offer proof of its existence that you’re welcome to reality test when it kicks. Ready?
“When the last time?” is the subroutine that drops into play the moment you’re faced with a situation that induces any type stress – real or imagined – so your Rolodex spins quicker than you can think back to anything else that fits the Pattern. This is why childhood felt so much more vivid and it also highlights one of the greatest tricks of the predator of consciousness as he feeds you labels in lieu of sensations but the most pernicious thing is how following the voice in your head (that interprets the dataset then directs your awareness) means you can leave so much on the table when a winning hand was in your grip but you daren’t flip that chip and bet on Self.
Read that back, my friend, as its quite possibly the most profound insight I’ve shared yet and this is something so universal that anyone can reality test it and report back their findings because its something that, once clicks, can never be forgotten and thus you can make better choices by realizing you always have options because negative thoughts are there to challenge. Here are a few practical hints on how to put this into effect:
You walk into a job interview. You’re fully prepped and know you’ll ace the test but, for some strange reason, you start feeling anxious out of nowhere and the voice in your head says “Abandon ship!” and makes your chest thunder to prove its point as your knees start shaking. “What T F?” says one who has awakened the Warrior within because the present makes no sense considering how it was all perfect. You ask:
“When else did I feel like this?” as you lower your head and place a hand on your chest. Ignore the jibber jabber from the fool upstairs and perceive the sensation in your chest as thats where the Rolodex sits. “Of course!” you exclaim, with a grin. The person doing the interview reminds you a lot of a teacher you detested, back when, who has never popped into your head since you escaped from the camp of concentrations grip. Why did it draw the link? Who knows? Remember, the subcon processes billions of bits per second compared to the 8 (give or take) the Adulterated aspect in your head can handle so it could be something as simple as the way they dress and present themselves as well as general demeanor or it could be an entire conglomerate of random blips like:
“It was a Tuesday, back when, and it felt like Bison had graced my village as I failed the spelling contest and today is the same day and this is kind of like that but I didn’t remember this until I saw the map on the wall and it reminded how much I hated geography class because that teacher yelled at me and said I was tap dancing so there is no way in hell we can give an A One performance in this type of event”.
All of this happens in less than a millisecond, hence the random shift and why I say one should do the Knowledge as you are puzzle that can only be solved by gaining Knowledge of Self as each one has our own sketch within with certain colored tickets that call for attention. In the above situation you knew you’d prepped, felt confident and life was correct so you’d picked up a load of greens and were feeling trill till the above map blinked a red which made the previously orange day shift its resonance which, in turn, reminded you of the opposite of a win which caused another shift that cascaded into you recollecting how you really wanted to dance and how thats a performance which links in with an interview, yes? Pretty cool, isn’t it? Well, it is when you do the Knowledge as it can be a major bish if you live and die in ignorance of this principle. That, my friend, is how you avoid F’ing your life up, accidentally on purpose.
Everyone does it and I Know the inside of my consciousness like the back of my fist and its not like the Rolo does this on purpose. But it does. Sort of. Check it:
Jack and Jill are walking through the jungle. She is cautious. He isn’t. When she spots something rustling in the brush she reaches out to his limb and says “Be careful” with a sing song lilt. Jacks Rolodex is filled with loads of times he pushed it to the hilt and threw caution to the wind as he is the chiefs kid and thus expected to win. Its why she finds him so attractive as she is far more timid and was so surprised that he picked her out of all of the rest as there were many that wanted him. He replies, with a grin, “Why are you always so scared of everything? Don’t you know who you’re with?” as he rushes in. She hears a snarl, then a yell and feels her heart leap in her chest. Frozen to the spot and totally incapable of doing anything else as her Rolo spins and starts catastrophizing a billion and one things and none of them make her grin. “He’s dead. There was a tiger, tigering and she’s probably using him as a toothpick now. Oh, what a foolish idiot”. Time stands still, her life feels like it has ended and her stress levels are so immense that she forgets the threat is to another and now starts taking it personal which causes the Rolodex to spin again and heap on further problems on top until, suddenly, she spots a familiar grin and sees her man waving his wood as he tells her a tale about how there was a crocodile in there, waiting to spring and drag one or both in, and he, thinking quick, jabbed it in the eye with the big stick he keeps on the hip and that made it reconsider its options as it scuttled back into the water to get a drink instead of feasting on one or both of them.
She doesn’t hear any of this. Inside its like she’s just left a concert with ears ringing and things moving in slow motion as her entire nervous system was primed for an event that was the opposite of this and now is chaos can’t be calmed ergo she cannot process this and, instead, starts violently shaking from limb to limb and is on the brink of collapsing due to stress. He runs over and catches her as she lays, convulsing and then starts crying as she grins and commences to harangue him for what he did and how he’s so stupid, “Why take so many risks?” etc but, in the back of her head, she knows that why she picked and dreamed of him as this will just be another legend added on to what will certainly become a fine chieftain who leads by example as the epitome of fearlessness.
As you can probably guess there could be some type of problem when they have kids if the boy takes after her and the girl is masculine as gender roles, back when, were way more solid than the current flex as no one is taking orders from a princess, no matter what Disney says. On the flip, each could chip off the old block in which case everyone grins or, in those rare combinations, we may see a child emerge from the mix that takes the best of both and blends to create something so totally unique and different it could be classed as a new wavelength of consciousness hence why intuition is feminine and daring is masculine, my friend. In related, he could have picked a woman just like him and they have kids that don’t give an F and end up dead in a couple of gens. Nature is smarter than people think its why, back when, the marriage relationships were handled by the village Shaman who said:
“So, you can choose her from the village in which the people are neat freak geeks as she springs from a family that can tell you exactly which herb does what in the jungle or there is another who is more tomboyish as she’s the first girl to spring from a long line of men that beget nothing but sons ergo she may be special as my friend (who does the same thing for them) thinks that if nature waited so long before doing this its certainly worthy of inspection. Finally we have Jill whose mother and whole female lineage have dreams, prophetic, with no Shamanic training as its just a natural skill. She’s not as robust as the one in the mid or as smart as the first pick but she does have her charms so when I go out next to do a circuit you come with and have a swift eyeball to tell me who you pick and we’ll handle the rest, dig?”.
Obviously because Jack was the son of the chief it was different as he didn’t matchmake for everyone but they did, out of respect, come and meet him with who they’d select for his blessings, references and guidance. Case in point, a man rolled in with a girl he’d selected and the medicine man read their energetics and said:
“Go to the third hill beyond the mountain and on its summit there are some flowers growing, red, on thin black stems. Pick some, bring them home, dry them and have her mix them with water and drink on nights when the moon is but a thin crescent”.
So he did. Much like now, people don’t question the medics and do as they said instead. If we asked the other villages female geek she would have said, super quick:
“Dong Quai. Balances Yin, optimizes bloodflow and nutrients”.
This is how it was done did, back when, as the Shaman was akin to a DJ that was beat matching the energetics of his little collective as he surfed a higher octave of consciousness ergo one never related within the village (as all were seen as kin) due to the Self similarity of genes therein but went “hunting” at a distance. If, on the flip, he spotted a problem in the pairings vibration he flat out rejected the proposal and it mattered not what either said because its a case of “Not in my village! If the others let you in then cool, hit the bricks (that don’t exist yet)”. Now, to us, this may seem extreme but there was immense depth behind the reasoning as it takes but one apple to ruin the whole cart and some towns had a rep as their morals were pre-loosened and only get slacker still when they’re let off the chain ergo you can probably guess what kicks when an adulterous nympho in fancy dress invades his ecosystem by getting hitched to a man she never truly wanted but desired, instead, the pick of the litter among the rest who were more than open to a tryst in secret as eggs were slipped like a cuckoos nest, as per her intent. He, basically, nipped problems in the bud by preventing the flower from rooting its stem and it wasn’t up for discussion as he could sense the vibrations and this is what he did as the land taught him well about the mysteries of heaven and his presence within a fractal in which everything is talking…
I miss those times. I really do. Future memories too but isn’t that a hint that one should try and be present and find the wonder in the current situation as well where man drifts in the bliss of an engineered ignorance or is the fact that I recollect the above the reason I feel it doesn’t fit and that I’m just visiting this realm? Or maybe thats the point ergo I can send this text to the web to inspire recollections in the rest from the scenes I’m creating inside your head with the hope of resonating your chest and its wavelength?
People these days literally don’t have a clue and, worse still, act on the cues of the voice in their head whilst never, ever stopping to reflect:
“Wait a sec! How the heck can I be it when I’m obviously that which listens?“.
Like I said, the simplest of things are the easiest to miss when you’ve been trained, well, to run the treadmill. We still have “shamans” but they are more like sham men, if you dig, as its either some hippy dip in a kaftan that will sell you some trips that make you feel totally spiritual or they wear suits and ties and call themselves CEOs instead. Difference is, back when, the Game was different. Remember how I said that nobody would take orders from a princess? Well, picture this:
A King can go and select any common woman he picks and, by the power of status, she becomes his Queen and the rest must act in accordance or there is a problem. She, on the flip, can do no such thing and her man must settle with titles such as Duke, Earl and the rest (laid thick) but he’ll always just be the guy the Queen is sleeping with. Kind of like Mario and his Princess who, I guess, likes a bit of rough or he knows how to lay the pipe, real well. As much as things change, they tend to stay the same. Thats the Game, my friend, as it hints that a man can bring the best out of a woman ergo he must also do for Self as a happy relationship is one in which there is a trickle down effect of resonance that comes from coherence that forms the north star by which both orient their vessel in order to avoid matrimonial shipwreck as there cannot be two captains. Equality be damned! If that was the case the Yin/Yang wouldn’t spin as its all about complementary opposites or, like Rocky said, “The pieces fit”. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. Also, as I mentioned the quaking and shaking. Check this:
Its a natural stress response that we, the “civilized”, have learned to suppress and thus the stress, unexpressed, keeps on piling. Worse still is that children are natural Warriors when they step in (and thus far closer to the Shaman mindset) and thus they stamp their feet to show their discontent at energetic systems filled with a resonance they simply cannot accept. What kicks is they are grounding their sacrum via their heels and thus discharging the current whilst their parents Thunk it insolent disrespect, yell then scream they should “Stop crying!” and its these two words, my friend, that ruined your life, back when so even if I’ve shared one method to get ahead it would behoove one to do the Knowledge and gain heart centered consciousness instead as then you’ll be dodging bullets in the ethereal realms before they get a chance to manifest here and penetrate flesh as the Game is one thing but applies, currently, to both definitions really well:
Till we meet again
