Everyone Is Winging It

Everyone is winging it. You’re no different, my friend. Relax, chill, we’ll deal with it when it happens. Radical thoughts, I know, but check:

Were you ever babysat whilst in the mid single digits by one who was a teen? Can you stop and recollect how together you thought they had it and then, you were them. With pimples on your skin and voice that was changing. What did you know? Truly? How much did you front? Endlessly. Fast forward a bit and lets say you get married at twenty six. To your child you are a god, at least, the closet they know, currently. And yet you may stress about how to pay the light bill and fret:

If I posted a comment and no one liked a thing, did it even happen?“.

If you’re of the existential bent. Which you are, if you’re reading this. Do you see what I mean about everyone winging it? Its not like life comes with a manual now, is it? Your folks did the best under their spec and conditions and this mean you, at best, inherited their ignorance. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not dissing your faith, past or objects of reverence. Just asking you to check the small print and tell me, really, my friend, is that old stuff working in these new conditions or is it akin to getting holophone tech and flashing it with the OS from an old Nokia brick? See, there are no limits in my head because my wings I do spread and this only happened when I came to comprehend they’d been tied back with ropes of fear that were part trained, part inherited and all part of the script which is where gets mind bending. But this isn’t about me. Its thee because, ultimately, we are the same thing. Pure consciousness made flesh then manifest in this realm to be programmed with a couple of decades of “Sit still, look ahead!“.

Kill that noiZ! Embrace the Psylense within…

Everyone is winging it and I’m making this missive short on purpose because one thing I’ve noticed from countless consultations is everyone, often, knows this but, for some reason, hearing another say it gives them permission to ease off a bit, flip the script and look again from a different perspective. Here are some tips that will help:

Draw up a timeline of past events. From this pick the wins, when you came through the clutch and formulate a new narrative as the brain is akin to Teflon for good things and Velcro from the bad so, push the pen and recreate your script. Use this to augment your vision when it starts narrowing and, recollect, everyone is winging it. The most amazing thing about granting your Self this freedom is how miracles can happen as its akin to the same process that allows you to divine solutions for a friend, stressed, and yet you hop from one foot to the next, nail biting, when its all inside your head. Which it is. That is the most ironic thing because you can look back at this time last year and notice that you had a handful of things that were stressing you to yelp whilst screaming for your attention and now is pretty much the same, yes? That the noiZ I mentioned and its optional because if you look back again, it wasn’t the pomp and splendor that changed a thing as, often, the solution just came whilst you were busy doing something else. It is akin to being trapped in a forest of illusion, this being human thing. Spot the Patterns to transcend them.

Everyone who is plugged in wants to place their power outside of themselves as this takes away responsibility. “Tell me what to do!” they scream from the pew, on the tube or in the executive suite with its massaging seats plus hot and cold running treats. Nobody, truly, has a clue because who but you is an authority on your inner realms, thought process and internal OS? If not now, then when, my friend?

Till we meet again

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