Since the time Moses wore short pants the whole world has been in a trance. Don’t think you’re immune to this, my friend, because you isn’t.
Have you ever been hypnotized?
Nine out of ten who did said the same thing when they came back to regular consciousness:
“Didn’t feel any different”.
The last one replied with:
“I was faking it, didn’t have me fooled for a second as I ain’t no mental midget!”.
Shifting gears for a bit, have you ever drove home after a long trip and wondered exactly where the miles went as you only seemed to become present when bending the corner to your residence? How about spending a moment after being cornered by a total bore that won’t stop yapping and take the hint that feels eternal? What about the flip and the time you were out, bopping along the strip, and you ran into a slim and started kicking it and, before you knew it, the street lights were twinkling and it turned out you’d been standing there talking for hours that melted into nothing but free flowing momentum that was totally effortless? What do all of the above prove?
The whole world is in a trance.
Most of them we inherit. The rest we build from a heady combination of ignorance and never stopping to check the tale in our head we chase without end as we run the treadmill and secretly sing:
“When I get it, then life will be perfect and worth it…“.
Won’t happen. Never will. Ask the celeb who went from broke and struggling to topping the bill if his inner realms shifted or was it just a better class of distractions he could now invest in. I riddled just this and the answer that came from twisted lips said:
“You know, I like you. You’re a complete bastard but I like you, nonetheless. Your questions constantly mess with my head but they do make me think. Well, to be honest, it was better when I was on the come up than making it big. Everything is fake as hell. My old friends look at me like a meal ticket and won’t stop arse kissing whilst the haters hate no end. The rest of the people who are plugged in are all paper thin and no one wants to keep it real. Thats where you come in but I only wanted advice on a mix and not the usual freebie bonus of a head trip!”.
“At which point from past till present would you say that life was the best?“.
What happened next comes later in the article but, for now, try it your Self, my friend. Pick a moment and dive in. That one, its perfect. The one that came to mind, unbidden. Don’t merely skim the surface but truly step in and relive. Feel the temperature and temperament. Were you with some friends or alone in the pic? Step beyond the image and amp up all of the sensations like you’re time traveling and in perfect alignment with what was and still is because the truth of the matter is we ain’t this but actually Spirit but thats another topic. Now, imagine if we could do the flip and project to a time that doesn’t yet exist then retrace the steps to now and do exactly what was needed to make it manifest? Wouldn’t that be something? What if I said you’re doing it perfect as the life you currently live is based on thoughts you etched back when?
Oh, sure, nobody was sitting in class, doodling, thinking they want to spend their life in a cubicle. And yet, it happens. If you invest in the timeline technique you’ll swiftly see that your entire childhood was edited in your recollect so where are the missing elements? Step into the darkness to gain enlightenment and you’ll see how the dude who dreamt about dancing was made to fold in by a teacher calling him Bing which made the class laugh and then he never, ever thought of investing again. Until we met. It started with Dicelife which he took to super well then we upped it to the Mental Flex Challenge and the man was flying as his feet barely hit the deck and he never broke a sweat as each step was perfect. Life flows when we flower, remember this and then look at your own and tell me what kicks.
The whole world is in a trance but the good news is if you see it you don’t have to be it. Let me lace you with a practical example:
How many in this realm have lived and died a death without ever stopping to comprehend they can’t be the voice in their head when they’re obviously that which listens? Next time this vicious bish is trying to get you in a tizz I want you to remember what I said then close your lids and bring your attention to the back of your eyeballs instead. You’ll note a shift in sensations and resonance. Next, challenge it so if it says “Nay, ye cannot do this because of X, Y, Z” instead of accepting on spec then going along with its suggest flip through your Rolodex instead and see what happens next. Let me give you an example:
“You’ll never get thin and fit. Its not in your lineage or genetic inheritance so forget it” said the voice in her head. She combed her mind and dove in to beneath the surface and recollected a time she had managed just this, for a moment, and felt an immense sense of pride at the accomplishment. Then she thought of old pics of her clique and how it was only her parents that dove in for second helpings with plenty on the dish so got to wondering. Suddenly she came upon an event that she’d barely recollected in which they were speaking of a famine, back when, that lead everyone to pick up sticks and move to another continent and how the land of milk and honey was all they said so they made sure to take their fill because the future was uncertain. She came running to my drop in with her notepad in grip which housed the revelation and shared it. I told her to try something simple:
Eat her breakfast in the PM and have dins on rising.
She looked at me like I’d flipped my lid but the previous methods had worked so she said she’d try it. At first she couldn’t stomach the thought of a full roast spread and the rest plus there was prepping it so she just skipped the meal and hit the bricks instead. The voice in her head didn’t like it and replied with all kinds of things but I’d warned her of its tricks so she internally yelled “Lies. All lies!” because she had ample surplus to ensure she would remain fed with naught entering her lips. Lunchtime came and she was famished but I’d said that she should slow down and enjoy every morsel with eyes closed if possible. Which she did. Then felt a pang of guilt at what she’d left and that paled in comparison to the perplexion that kicked at how she could possibly be filled after eating next to nothing. Home she came and as the rest tucked in to a full spread (as she was a great chef and always made everything fresh) she sat eating cereal:
“But, I did make my dish and place it on the side ready and waiting”.
She slid off to bed with none of the usual tossing and turning she’d mentioned and found herself rising before the clock had dinged as she was totally famished. Sprinting through the meal she halfway did click it was a marathon and not a race to get it in so then decided to go for a walk instead to let that digest as there was still ages before it was time to clock in.
I’m sure you can guess the rest of the script, yes? What, exactly, happened? Simple:
She broke the trance she had inherited that said:
“Eat your fill when it comes because there is no telling when this gravy trail will end”.
See, her folks a gen back were slim and trim and the obesity only happened when they made it some place else where the resources were more abundant. For their children who were raised in this environment they constantly filled their heads with how good they have it and how they had to walk ninety six miles to school and do their sums with a broken pencil when they were their age type of thing. Some things stick, others didn’t but the portions were always to excess and one must scrape the plate as well. If someone was sad or depressed? They got well fed. A celebration? “Lets cook up a feast then!”. I’m sure you can see the problem, yes? For the woman in question the matters came to a head when the school said her portly brigade were making the scales tip in a way that had them concerned for their health. At first she let rip and said she was offended but later recollected what I’d mentioned about intense emotions offering hints about things that we’ve suppressed and thats when she decided to lead by example. And failed, due to the voice in her head which said:
“You’ll never get thin and fit. Its not in your lineage or genetic inheritance so forget it”.
See how she examined the trance and made better decisions by clarifying the context and options, my friend? It really is that simple because its never too late to have a good childhood as well. Even if the first one came from Hell. This is a more in depth process but its based on the same timeline I mentioned because those bits you can’t recollect contain endless resources you can unleash in the present moment and, most of all, what people live is a huge coping mech in which the (false) self dangles a carrot in front of head to prevent them from ever stopping to sense the feelings below the neck. Read this script for an example of an exec that burnt out before the win but, in reality, was finally spreading his wings and elevating above the treadmill as he now raids tombs instead. In a figure of speech, that is. This is another reason why what you watch and what it says about your inner realms is a huge tell as he’d been moving Lara since her D cups were triangular pixels on the screen all the way to HD but never, ever dreamed it was his script to check out sites, ancient, in the flesh as he watched documentaries instead of doing the real thing. He simply upgraded his trance ergo a breakdown can be a breakthrough if seen through the correct lens but don’t expect any so called medical professional to tell you this as they’re in the racket of pushing pills that don’t solve a thing but make you dependent on what they sell. A pertinent example:
Tests were did in which they took the same active ingredient for pain killing and pressed it into white pills, as standard, and some fancy gel capsules as well. Both were handed out by medics in white coats with the usual somber flex and they were asked to report the effects of subduing their suffering. Can you guess what happened? Yep, the colorful ones that looked special did win but what was most telling is the results were identical in the control group as well even though their contents were nil. See what I mean about the world being in a trance, my friend? Say hello to your Reticular Activating System:
Do you remember back when your friend first passed his test and you saw his car everywhen? Before this that precise make and model was next to invisible as it blended in with the rest but due to the immense grin of you and your clique now tasting the freedom of locomotion your RAS said:
“Ey up, our kid, this is important as those chemicals were kicking. Lets keep a note of this and when we spot it from the billions of bits of data we process, subconscious, we’ll offer it up to the place in their head where that nattering voice dwells and currently houses the Witness”.
And so it did. In case you’re not familiar with the term at the end it is who you is in and beyond the flesh, awake or dreaming in bed, this life or the next as well as simultaneous. But that may be a bit too metaphysic. The point of the matter is you can reprogram the RAS as well because we have a stack of filters to perception that are strung together to build what I’ve termed the reality tunnel effect that is totally invisible and thats what makes it super slick as people cannot imagine being anything else. Until the shift happens and they accept the new state as Self evident and, sometimes, ascribe this to other things as they simply do not believe they have so much power within them. Why is this? Well, that is a whole nother topic which takes all of what we mentioned and expands it to another level but those who did the Knowledge and started filling their timeline in often came head to head with the single event after which they stopped asking questions which then lead next to the time two words did shatter their inner realms and then the sky is the limit as I’ve found imprints from the womb when a career woman was stressing about whether to accept or reject the seed developing or across generations and all types of things.
Inherited trances.
Its a totally natural thing, hence the highway hypnosis thing because the subcon that I mentioned took the wheel and, in many ways, that means Jesus was in ascent and I say this not as a diss or anything religious but merely a reference to a higher state of consciousness and it was only when you snapped back in to the familiar velvet lined pit you call your everyday awareness that you came to and realized the whole trip went off without a hitch. An interesting parallel which ties all of this together in a way that spells freedom from the old way of living is how each and every sportsman on an elite level knows the Zone in which time stands still, the noise falls to nil and they’re no longer thinking or putting any type of effort in because it hits by itself and the target it aced ten times out of ten. If it didn’t, they weren’t in it and were faking the funk instead which loops back to the artist in question who’d prepped his mix and everyone around him said the album was lit but, deep down within, he wasn’t feeling it one bit. It was a quandary effect as the voice in his head was now manifested as everyone else whilst his embodied senses were saying something else in total silence hence he needed some fresh ears and new perspective as well. What motivated me to ask that question? Simple, he’d made it big by bringing something totally fresh and unique but since then had been dialing it in and not taking the old risks as he was scared to brick and couldn’t imagine not getting the acclaim he once did even though sales, increment, had been steadily falling but not too big to shake up things. He ended up walking to the future and what kicks when the audience hears his latest offering and they agreed with what he felt beneath the neck and said “Can’t he come up with anything different? It all sounds like the rest. It was once new and fresh but its getting boring as hell”. Now he had a sweat pon brow and fire in the pit as he erased all of the sessions and went back to pad and pen. Once again, we moved through time to create a vision, perfect, and what came back was something totally unexpected as he shifted his genre, production and topics that, once again, had him tingling. No need for a quick hit or fix as it was the pure thrill of trepidation and not knowing if it would hit because it was not so much out of field, left, but from a totally different orbit and not his usual flex. This meant having to learn new vocal tricks, audition different producers as well and so many other things that it felt like starting all over again. Except this time he had a budget and following but, better still, was being real with himself and it reflected in his lyrics and beat selection as the album was super honest and totally genuine so even when some grumbled and left as they expected a retread it bought brand new listeners in who expanded his reach again and this inspired him to master the present element before shaking it up again because, as he said:
“I remember just hating how cookie cutter it all is, back then, and I wanted to make something I’d like to hear myself. How ironic that I ended up doing exactly what the rest did as the biz is totally different from within and now I get why artists say the best work they ever did was when they were broke and starving as they’re literally singing for a meal, deal or whatever you will. Its easy to get fat and then keep coasting but man oh man, that thrill!” he trilled, before adding: “You’re still a total bast though which is why you were the last one I was calling because I knew whatever happened it wouldn’t be what the rest said so thanks for keeping it real“.
Now, as your starter for ten, let me share some neurological insights into being human:
A babies brain, in its natural state, is the same as an adult, fully grown, but under the influence of a hallucinogen. Really let that one sink in then comprehend the bit that comes next whilst developing is Theta waves in full effect which is, once again, reps the adult but hypnotized to depths so when the examples at the head said they didn’t feel anything spesh or different they’re weren’t joking as its standard equip but reality is plastic and consciousness doesn’t spring from the flesh which is why I said that creativity isn’t of this realm so its simply a case of flipping the script to discover greater options instead whilst comprehending you aren’t the voice in head, talking, but that which is listening ergo you can create a better argument or, wiser still, remove the tensile imprint and get that flex back instead which looks at a blank page as a challenge to relish as you drift outside of the box they used to create a square watermelon and get to balling again. As intended:
The whole world is in a trance. Not me though. Take this as your invitation to awaken, my friend because the you you think you is at present is simply an option from a myriad that you can really quickly test by answering:
On a scale of 1 to ten with the single repping wackest and double digits as the absolute best, firing on all cylinders and doing it big version of your Self, which one are you at present?
Till we meet again
