There is an ancient myth of which you may have read that involves a tower that fell and they called it Babel. After this folks started to babble and the languages were confused which, as you can imagine, was a fertile ground for conflict as those who once connected could start to hate those who spoke something else. Irrespective of whether you believe this sketch or not is irrelevant for we, today, are going to trace a truth out of this myth that has ramifications in the life you live:
Why can’t you speak body language?
Its due to this event, my friend. I am going to go out on a limb here and say something that may appear ridiculous:
I put it to you that the folks, back when, communicated by beaming pictures at each others heads. You know, like a video message on your phone? Except they used carbon based tech instead of a silicon extension. Comprehend that every single thing man invests simply tacks on to what he already doth possess and takes its range beyond its limits but what if that is the hint that we’re a race that fell and, and present, are atrophied in many respects? I’ve spoke on precognitive dreams here and that is a common tell but one that is beyond argument is the sense of one staring as you turn, directly, and look at them. What if I’m correct and this is a vestigial remanent of the same force, mentioned?
Back when, out of boredom, I sat in school and trained my Self to balance my chair on two legs. The teacher was glad of the respite this brings as, for a while, I was quiet and let him mislead the rest without interruption. The level of concentration needed was immense as it took a lot of micro movement and in the moment awareness. At first what was new and strange became familiar instead as my internal bandwidth expanded and I noted more subtle currents. It certainly seemed like there was a gaseous sort of liquid that could also be solid that felt like it shone in the darkness of my limbs. It was this that I was commanding, once I had the gross motor function handled. This bought a revelation in refinement as it felt akin to a round of lead inside a ball that, itself, was of plastic. As you can guess from the image there is an immense difference and getting these two in sync meant that my balance was perfect and then I’d sit there, perched, quietly grinning at my accomplishment. After a while I started noting the rinky dink slink of this subtle aspect of energetics and how it felt like it expanded up my spine and, after a while, I could feel it pooling at my eyelids. If I closed them, them, I’d see dazzling patterns that felt like I was flying and, some nights, I couldn’t sleep because of this light show in my head. Anywhen, being of a mischievous bent I would fill my mind with the singular intent, whilst balancing, for the teacher to drop his chalk, scratch his chin or such type of effect that I would send, via my mind, with the intent to influence him. Over the half the time this kicked and I’d be mucho amused by said events. Oh, let me back it up a bit:
Way before all of this I’d stare at the back of peoples heads when bored, sitting, and note that they always turned to check. I noted that some would look within a few seconds and others needed half a minute. The response rate was predictable and I found that interesting. That, in an amusing fictional twist, is what psychotic homosexual Ron Kray also said in a modern flick called Legend but this was way before all of this and I wasn’t interested in anyones sausage nor was I on schizo meds. Just a bored jit, sitting in class, trying hard to ignore what they attempted to pour inside my head whilst letting my Inner Sense do what it did. The above is just one of the things it directed me to and that is what outlined this hypothesis as I could tell that some people were more sensitive to the resonance, others seemed dense and thick which leads me onto another topic:
Did you ever notice that all the jocks tended to kick balls well but were not going to be splitting any atoms or things of that ilk? The nerds too seemed to be weedy and generally lacking in aggression. I noticed this when class was in and out of session and couldn’t help wondering why man tended to lean in one of these directions and the other was akin to a foreign language. “Interesting” filled my mind as I sketched a Venn Diagram of intersection in my awareness of the specimens that were present in my local camp of concentration. It definitely seemed that some things existed in opposition and how the extreme outliers in each direction found the counter antithetical. “A smart can play dumb but the opposite is impossible” said a philosopher of the pavement when I put my view to him. I sat there, nodding my head at his sage statement as he drained his first drink before the sun was past the yard arm. “Besides” he shared, before taking another belt, “Its not whats in your head but what you do with it that counts, in the end“. Another profound insight. I thanked him and left.
Too many people live and die with their greatness within. Why? Because they let the System define them and tell them what to think and this, in turn, controls how they live? Me? I don’t have that problem. I knew the fix was in the first time I was playing with Stickle Bricks and clicked that me, impoverished, had access to all these free toys, warm milk, a nice blanket for nap time and a story as well. “There must be more to this” I reasoned whilst taking in my environment. Some could call that paranoia. I prefer the term “foreward thinking” as this type of thing is either within or it isn’t. Actually, its standard for all of us but most have it beaten, trained or cajoled out of them. Not so for I, born with less, who was hell bent on keeping what little he did possess ergo:
Why can’t you speak body language?
Not just others, which we term as emotional intelligence, but your own? For example:
Where do you feel, within, when you’re raging and yelling? See, most only notice the kettle whistling as they let of steam but this is a very low res way of living as, underneath this, you have the water, the pressure, the holder, the fire and whats making it boil as well as the whole shebang. Once you come to grips with this its easy to see why I said that whoever makes you mad is your master, correct? After all, its all within. There was a local bruiser that school said was good for nothing and lacking in all intelligence who picked it up, real quick, and was able to turn his previously free flowing anger into a finely honed and tuned weapon he could unleash, as and when. It doesn’t have to be that dramatic but this shows a man of some wisdom as he A) spotted the problem and B) did something about it plus C) was wise enough to inspect concepts that didn’t make sense, off rip, to see what he could get out of it. Net result? Higher res aka doing the Knowledge to gain the strength of speaking body language. Another example was of an addict who couldn’t let the art within find expression unless he was under the influence of heroin. Tracing this back to its incep unleashed a whole torrent of emotion that I spoke of elsewhen but, in a nutshell, it all comes down to how you relate to your energetics.
One of the most interesting things that I came to discover is that, in the end, there is only arousal. I know, that’s mind boggling, isn’t it? It does make perfect sense though because everything is sex but the act itself is pure power and little else once you strip away the window dress. This is truly such a deep topic that its beyond the scope of this journey which is aimed more as an introduction but, as a hint, I’d like you to pay attention the next time you’re sexing and see if you can remain present with your breath and notice how it shifts and then see what I meant as, when it clicks, you’ll wonder how you missed it. Thats body language, my friend. There are many, many ways of talking but loads more for avoiding and pretending to be deaf to the signals, within. Just ask your doc at his practice and he’ll tell that most people just want someone to be nice to them and the pills are a mere side effect that, often, don’t change a thing. True said. If you ever had a honest, genuine convo with one about how many people truly ever get healed or even gain a mere amelioration of symptoms it would be eye opening and if you could, by comparison, look at the datasets of third world countries were said things aren’t an option but they have strong community links you’ll notice an interesting pattern as they did a great study with people who left the village and flipped their lids versus those who stayed and remained same which hints at the power of social connection and how supermarkets, back when, first ripped then stitched this fabric with them, in the mid, extracting the best and now the net is linked in and, soon, it will be silicon in the head. All as intended… If you could speak body language you wouldn’t be pretending on the web that you’re feeling X, Y and Z when your eyes says A, B and C instead.
To awaken the Warrior within one must become emotionally literate in the sense that we Know what we’re feeling in each moment and being able to transmit and translate that via our own imperience. That means not flying off the handle after a day of stress on top of which you kid spilled some ink on the alpaca you’ve been instafacetweeting then feeling guilt and trying attempts at overcompensation as there is a high chance those two words you yelled, out of frustration, have already fractured juniors inner realms, thanks to your ignorance. Not meant to judge, just calling it how it is. If you felt some kind of way then take that as a lesson because he who makes you mad is your master, in the end, and that isn’t me, my friend, for I am my own guide and only discipline. I don’t know how to be responsible for you and don’t wish to accept the challenge. All I can share is whats worked for me and those who attempt to Know the Ledge as they look within and make better decisions. Case in point:
She gets out of her office and notes the tension in her neck, winding, as she goes to collect the kids. Before she does she sits, barefoot, on the grass for a little bit against a tree, just to rest. She feels the release of said events and, with it, the constriction in her chest eases as does sinking sensation in her belly is lifting. Breathing a literal sigh of relief she sets off on the trip and as her bundle of joy comes tumbling into the whip he says that he wants to paint, paint, paint as he’s learned a new trick and he can’t wait to show off his new skill. Being present and cognizant she, on this spin, doesn’t send him someplace else as she’s busy cooking but finds she can not only tolerate but engage his presence as the stress she once felt is now defused before manifesting as another scene of grouching and yelling before, later, repenting and delayed over correcting. Doesn’t that sound like an outsane option? Why is doing the Knowledge not first and foremost impressed into the domes of those who are sent to colleges and kindergartens? Think there could be an intent at the helm that profits from ignorance and needs Souls that are artfully broken to make the wheels spin and tills ring as people run around, stressed, in ignorance? Fingerprints of the hidden hand. They don’t even try and disguise em…
When you can feel your own emotions you tend to develop a sense of empathy for others as well. Call it a side effect. The wise will have clicked why I said what I did about the world, pre Babel, and how that may just be accurate. This increased resonance can feel quite intense as we, are on a whole, strangers to Self as that is how the world is built. But, if everyone around is miserable and drowning in copings mechs what do you really have to lose by doing the Knowledge? Not much, I’d bet. Here is where you’ll come face to faceless with the Opponent that sits at the helm of your consciousness and pretends to be you in this realm. Hoo, thats a doozy, is it, and the trick is so slick that 81% of the plebs would rather die than admit it. Good job you’re capable of awakening the Warrior within as, at nearly two K words, you’d have to be to still be reading as these articles are, in many ways, a test as well as initiation.
Get familiar with your feelings. As you lie in bed, about to rest, place your hands on your chest and abdomen and state your name, softly. See how you sense the responses, within. Give your Self permission to relax and communicate any things of importance you’ve missed using your dreams as a bridge to link the sub and consciousness. This is actually an advanced practiced but its quite effective and most folks can’t wait to try it. Remember to go to kip with a notepad next as well! Next time you’re stressed see if you can spot which parts are tensing and where the current does spin then, using some energy hands of pretend, pull out the stream and reverse it then place it back in your flesh and see what happens to your emotions. Thats another dramatic one you’re welcome to reality test. Speaking to the child within via red and black ink is extremely powerful as is taking an inventory of how they’re feeling. Most common on this list is you’ll note things like “I’m scared” and “I want affection” along with “Why isn’t it safe to be my Self?”. Address these old blockages in the past and watch the present shift for Slaves are bound by time but Warriors are multidimensional in the flesh and this can only be managed by speaking body language to up your res.
Take an inventory of your fears, trace them back to their inception and note how your flesh feels or mind tingles whilst pushing the pen and then sit there with it. Don’t try and change it, shy away or pretend it isn’t happening. Just accept it. Let it melt as you shine your attention. Some report they recollect an odd event they hadn’t thought of for ages, others get a sense to yell (don’t suppress. You’re safe now, let it vent) whilst many just notice they’re no longer as tense and, generally, feel more neutral around said thing. Remember, if you don’t know where you’ve been you’ve got no clue of where you’re heading and once you comprehend this you can shift gears and start hearting instead to actualize your true potent that can only be accessed once you’ve bridged the gap between Inner Sense and Adulteration. This actually leads to the amelioration of the latter. Well, relegation is more accurate as, at the moment, its like you’ve got a faulty GPS in your head that decided, back when, to take over and talk about everything as it sends you where it says and not where you wanted. Heading and hearting, recollect? This is the difference and what you can gain by doing the Knowledge, my friend.
So, like Eskimos have more words for snow than Boston George ever did you should start developing a greater res for your state of emotions and how they’re encoded and manifest. Traffic lights help because then you can be a red level angry or a mere green tint instead. This differentiation is key because it brings the space to say “Eh, this isn’t worth the stress” and as you build this resonance you discover exactly what I meant about you needing to master your energetics as you start creating instead of the reacting you once did. Notice the anagram? Same components, different resonance. It makes all the difference, during, beginning and in the end. Paying heed to how you breathe is a great way of pattern interrupting because you’ll note its hard to yell when you’re taking in and exhaling two per minute. A great way is to link organs and resonance which, whilst an advanced practice, can be used for basics as you pretend to draw in golden light of illumination which condenses at your Lower Kingdom and send out grey smoke instead that exits via your pores and takes with the tension, presented. This activates your whole body awareness and its quite useful in the respect as most bands of tension are localized and yell for attent that makes them seem far more important than they are hence the “I was seeing red and thus lost my head” statement. The golden glow of Inner Sense treats all of this as its extremely beneficial at neutralizing the denseness and when you can start to draw it in with no thinking then you start to notice the canvas of pure consciousness beneath the ink the ego slings and thats true progression as the vicious circle has now became a spiritualized spiral instead. Net result is you gain more freedom, more options and choices as you learn to become the master of your energetics and not a Slave to forces you were, hitherto, ignorant of in complacence.
Above all else, imperiment. Let your imagination rip. Share the techniques with your seeds and ask them to help create variations as well as it builds a far greater relationship and, who knows, you may just learn something.
Till we meet again
