Highly Strung

Highly-strung

“Having just spent the last half-hell-hour with an extremely highly-strung person, I thought it prudent, to write about it”

I didn’t plan on writing today, however, due to the therapeutic benefits of writing, here goes. I’m going to break down the nature of ‘highly-strung’ a little, as this might be of benefit, to all of us.

If you suspect you’re of a highly strung nature, you might find it hard to give this your full attention, or even believe you have time for it. So the advice would be: chill out a little, as the following might actually award you some time, by helping you live longer.

Now, it’s not that I’d describe myself as a particularly overly chilled-out kind of person, (you know the sort: dopey, doesn’t give a shit, acting stoned) yet I do find being with highly-strung people, quite stressful.

“To help explain, I’m going to share something with you: I have high frequency deafness”

In relation to deafness, and because it’s happening right now, I’m going to compare the company of highly-strung people, with listening to seagulls. In this moment as I write, I can hear the very unpleasant screeching of seagulls (I have my hearing aids in) but interestingly enough, in the background, there’s the rather melodic cooing sound of a wood pigeon.

“I’m the wood pigeon and my highly strung nemesis is the seagull”

I hear wood pigeons without wearing my hearing aids (lower frequency sound) and only hear seagulls when they’re fitted. You might now ask: “Why don’t you just take your hearing aids out, or switch them off, if you don’t want to hear seagulls?” And I would answer: ‘I just fucking have!’

Anyway, the only reason I’ve been wearing my hearing aids this morning, is because I’ve needed to hear people. Sometimes the aids make that easier. Often, hearing less – of the general screeching of life – would be favourable, by just leaving them out.

Alternative View: The Disease Cures You

With that in mind, what is the alternative view of my deafness? That’s right, escape! Life without hearing aids is often a little gentler and less stressful. Most, it would seem, are living their lives on a slightly different frequency to me: a much higher one!

One twig at a time
One Twig At A Time

It’s my belief, that if we rounded off the corners, and reduced all the sharpness of life, things would be slightly more pleasant. Running around doing everything at high speed is ultimately pointless. Most of us are looking to cram far too much in. We’ve no time for this or that because we’re too busy doing the other. The thing to consider here is this: Being so busy doing the other is potentially as much a means of escape, as my deafness.

“My deafness helps me escape the manic madness of it all, and the manic madness, helps others escape their unfortunate realities”

The reality faced by a highly-strung person, looked at objectively, isn’t a very pleasant one. They’re in a place of fear. People might say to me: “Gosh how unfortunate you are to have a disability.” I would respond by saying we all have our disabilities but most remain oblivious to them. They remain oblivious to their fear and how they’re dealing with it.

Fear

For example, the highly strung person I spent time with this morning, is in a place of fear. She’s recently been promoted to a position that way exceeds her resources. Because of this, she uses her ability to act manic and highly-strung (around calm people) in order to try and intimidate them. In actual fact it’s the method she uses to bully people. Bully those who aren’t aware of her fear that is.

So even though it’s sometimes a method used for intimidation; fearful, highly-strung behaviour, is definitely a disability. Coming back to my point about time, I have as much of this as I need, in order to help people understand their behaviour. Once we have the correct point of view, time is a companion, walking alongside us.

Drugs

So to sum up, highly-strung, is highly wasteful. Those who take speed or cocaine are looking to change their perception of time. They want to chemically alter their conscious perceptions. The alternative, to being inside our heads in this way, is to see ourselves objectively. This enables us to alter things without the need for drugs or manic behaviour.

“Self-obsessed differs greatly to self-possessed”

The highly-strung need to take charge. If not, they’ll continue to waste their lives, perceiving very little. Chill Out Man. Stop screeching like a seagull. Be the wood pigeon I hear so clearly.

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Weeping With the Effort

His alarm went off.

The smart phone was set to vibrate as well. The night before, he’d placed it on top of the headboard, so the sound of the vibration went through the whole bed. “Fuck” he said.

Later, on his way in to work, he suddenly and inexplicably, felt emotional. I could weep with all the effort of this shit, he thought. To Evo life seemed to be all about effort with very little return. He once said to a colleague of his: “All those things priced at pennies, how do you ever make any money?” His colleague had simply replied: “All those pennies add up my mate.” It was a fact he’d never been able to get his head around.

It all seemed like so much effort.

His arms and legs felt like they had lead weights attached to them. Everything he did was, to his reckoning, done to the best of his abilities, and yet there was no gratitude, no appreciation, no fuck all! At least that’s how he saw it. There was another part of him that knew different. It was the part of him that found the energy to swing his legs out of bed in the morning.

One of Evo’s favourite sayings was “I should have been dead years ago, I was only supposed to make it to thirty three!” God only knew what that was doing to his mind. Knowing Evo’s luck, it was lengthening his life, rather than shortening it.

To make matters worse, another saying that’d been rattling around his head of late, that seemed in direct conflict to the first one, was this: “The best form of revenge is to outlive your abusers.” A saying he believed he’d discovered all by himself but was shocked to read, some months after penning it, that it was actually quite well known. He’d probably seen it somewhere years earlier and his mind had tricked him into thinking it an Evo original.

At times there seemed to be a lot of conflict in Evo’s mind.

A lot of it had escalated as a result of his mate, John, skulking off during a night out. Just when the party had started as well. He seem unusually upset about being knocked back by one of the two girls that had approached them. They were just mind-fuck bitches anyway; just out for the craic.

He found the coke – that John had so ungratefully turned down that night – his way of letting off steam. If it wasn’t for that stuff, he reckoned he’d go right of his nut with the effort of it all. Perhaps it was time for a change. He remembered overhearing a conversation in the staff room once where someone, he didn’t know particularly well, had said how tired and worn out he felt all the time. How it all seemed like such an effort. Just as Evo had inexplicably felt earlier, he’d said that some days he felt like crying, when he thought about the effort of it all. His friend sitting at the table said it was depression and told him to go look for another job. Told him it was time for change.

If this was also true for Evo, the question was, what would he do? He was so wrapped up with sales, advertising and marketing – something he didn’t believe he was very good at – that he didn’t seem to have room for much else.

Anyway, there was always the weekend to look forward to. A little bit of the white stuff, with a Jack and Ginger to follow, and all will be well. At least for a little while.

The Locksmith Series #9 (John’s feeling Stoned)

“Of late John had started feeling a little strange”

Or ‘out of sorts,’ as he’d heard it said. At first he’d put this down to coming off cocaine. Yet now, the feelings had changed from the anxious twitchiness, you’d associate with coming off a drug habit, to something more akin to being stoned.

He wasn’t stoned, in fact he’d not touched a smoke, of any sort, for over five years; the white stuff he’d always sniffed up his snout, but now he’d been off that for some weeks, he was starting to wonder what the hell was wrong with him. The closest he could get to describing it, if anyone had bothered to ask him, would be a sort of detached – couldn’t give a shit – kind of attitude, very odd. Very odd indeed.

John’s feeling Stoned

Further to this, and as a general rule, John considered himself to be an ‘up’ kind of person. Not anxious as such, just a little wired, most of the time. So these feelings were something new. Although he’d described it to himself as feeling like being slightly stoned, there was none of the usual stuff you’d associate with that. No paranoia, no sore tightness in the lungs, none of the unpleasant encounters with rip-off ‘dealers’ and definitely none of the smell. He wasn’t doing drugs, yet felt the detached separateness from things, being mashed, had brought him in the past.

“On top of these unexplained feelings he was also becoming convinced his hearing was getting worse”

John had lived with poor hearing for quite some time now. Over recent months (even after investing nearly two grand in state of the art hearing aids) he’d noticed that he hardly heard anything anyone said to him anymore. It didn’t matter much really. Most of the time he was able to guess what people asked of him; all the questions were the same. The same boring repetition.

If someone asked him a more ‘left field’ kind of question, he’d not hear it at first, and so would ask them to repeat themselves. On them doing this he’d sometimes make a special effort to look up and work harder to hear what they’d said. But now, even on asking them to repeat themselves, he was increasingly finding himself just smiling and agreeing with whatever they said. One of these days someone’s was going to say: you’re a real cunt aren’t you? And he’d stand there with a stupid grin on his face responding with a nod and a yes. What a wanker. Perhaps he should make more effort to take an interest, but now – with this new impassiveness he constantly felt – that seemed increasingly unlikely. It was beginning to overwhelm him. Or was the word underwhelm. Was everyone and everything begging to underwhelm him?  

Some days he found himself wondering what the fuck this shitty life was all about. He didn’t feel particularly depressed or anything, he’d just quite simply stopped giving a shit, about anything. If he was honest, all he really wanted to do, was drink coffee in cafes, people watch, and eat cake. There didn’t seem much point in doing anything else. He felt surrounded by insanity and it fascinated. In fact, when he was doing his favourite thing, people watching in cafes, he’d just sit and wonder – between mouthfuls of coffee and cake: – What exactly are these fucking people doing?

“After his decision to stop spending time with Evo his life had closed down somewhat”

He didn’t think this was any bad thing – especially since the knock back in the nightclub that final evening – he just wondered what in hell he was actually going to do? What was he going to do surrounded by insanity? What was he going to do about feeling stoned all the time? The funk of it all was starting to weight on him. What was going to be the ultimate outcome of all this?

In quieter moments, away from the cafes and people, he’d recognised how unafraid he’d become. Most people, he surmised, must be driven, on some level, by some kind of fear. The fear of being sacked; the fear of losing a loved one; the fear of getting ill and dying; the fear of eating the wrong things. The list goes on, but he, with this new attitude, had simply stopped drinking, smoking or eating shit food (mostly) and that seemed the weirdest outcome of all. Perhaps, with this new development, it was time to add something to the mix.  

“With nothing actually mattering anymore, he felt almost serine”

Was this how people felt before they died? Or was it how they felt once they understood what really mattered in life: Hardly anything at all. It seemed the only thing that really mattered to John, right now, was breathing in. Why was it such a relief to be able to breath the fuck out again? For fucks sake!

Home, and alone in his apartment now, John’s mind went to Emily. He was curious about Emily. He’d noticed a change in her the last time they’d met. He knew she’d been to see that wacko guy called The Locksmith; she told him about it. What had happened to her? And more importantly, what had happened to him? Had she cast some kind of spell on him?

It had gone like this. The following Friday, after the increasingly common spat they’d had the week before, both she and Joanne sat waiting in the cafe. They were both sitting at their usual table when he’d walked in. They’d normally be animatedly chatting, but on this occasion, they sat quietly both staring into the middle distance. “Hi” he’d said and it seemed to take a moment before they even registered that he’d sat down alongside them. Eventually they warmed up, their usual banter, resumed.

As he pondered on that afternoon now, he thought: perhaps this spacey feeling he’d been experiencing, was some kind of illness, and it was catching? A bad thing to catch? Perhaps it was time to see The Locksmith himself.  

The Locksmith Series #6

Drugs. Back in the bar, the two girls had migrated over, John and Evo were giving it their best.

It was all going so well until the gorgeous girl John was talking to, leaned in towards him, and with her right hand, cupped his balls over his jeans and whispered in his ear: “It’s a shame, but if you weren’t such a stoner, maybe we’d have got it on.” John was so stunned, it was a moment before he realised they’d left.

“Sexy bitches,” he heard Evo say.

John let out the breath he hadn’t noticed he’d been holding. “Yeah, sexy bitches,” he agreed wistfully.

In his heart of hearts John knew it was time to make some changes in his life, he also knew – with this knowing heart of his – it would involve dropping Evo from his life. That would be the easy part, changing his habits, potentially wouldn’t.

“Evo, I’m off mate,” he said, “Things are quieting down.”

“Oh come on man, the nights just getting started,” Evo leaned in and whispered into the opposite ear the girl had used, “I’ve got some more gear.”

“Nah, thanks all the same, I’ve sort of lost me mojo all of sudden, I’ll see around.” He didn’t even give Evo the opportunity to respond, wouldn’t have heard him if he had, a moment later he was outside the bar, standing in the rain. It was time to go home.

Promiscuity

Promiscuity

“And so the bank of England needs to ‘take its foot of the accelerator’ and, in the not too distant future, raise interest rates. Phrases like ‘reckless household spending’ are current, and once again, we don’t wonder why. The controllers just increase interest rates to try and stem the epidemic.”

We never question whether or not our happiness is something well rooted or just superficial. We say things like: ‘Oh yes, even though the Greeks are a poorer nation than us, they live longer; must be something to do with their diet.’ Blind fools we are.

If we take the time to read books such as: Huxley’s Brave New world, or  Orwell’s Animal Farm, or Golding’s Lord of the Flies, we clearly see the warnings no one has bothered to take heed of. Do we think these authors wrote what they did simply to amuse themselves and make some money? Do we think the great philosophers of our past said what they did simply because they had nothing better to do?

To think of a romantic past for a moment, it used to be the case, that if you wanted a girl, you’d take her out on a date; you’d play the beautiful (if frustrating) dating game. Now all you need do is buy her a few drinks and once you’re both pissed enough sex is guaranteed. Before marriage, it’s not unusual for a girl to have had sex with five or even ten men. It is possible this is a naive estimate. 

Furthermore the TV projects the existence of such things as ‘Angry Sex’ and the papers devote double page spreads as to whether this is healthy or not. What can anger possibly have to do with sex? How could you ever want sex when angry? Perhaps a sadist could? I’m confused by this, have we all become sadists?

“We know sex has very little to do with love, yet, it is the most intimate sharing of the only thing we own. Surely time spent considering with whom, when and how this is done, is important?”

I once knew a man who considered himself a romantic. He met a beautiful girl, who seemed confident and kind natured. He dated her; wooed her and fell in love. Some months later, before they had sex, she demonstrated the courage (perhaps out of necessity) to tell him all about her previous, promiscuous nature, and the resultant chlamydia. He was devastated. The word chlamydia is derived from the Greek khlamus, khlamud- ‘cloak.’

“Confident girls with high self-esteem and high regard of themselves are rarely promiscuous. Promiscuity is the result of childhood abuse or using sex to validate oneself. The advice is: if you want to break from the past and find a good man, seek a healthy resolution to your abuse, build your self-esteem and never, never fuck about.”

Are ‘old fashioned values’ of any benefit? It’s certain some will never find out.

The social order is disorder. We’re kept guilty and confused only to be calmed with drugs (yes alcohol is a drug and because we’re guilty and conditioned to drink we’re likely saying at this moment: ‘yeah fuck it, let’s get wankered!’).

There’s nothing wrong with glass of wine to accompany a meal, however, only those conditioned with the belief: wine is something to be savoured and not quaffed, are able to drink sensibly. What with wine, and drink generally, being considered an ‘acquired taste,’ we can know that to the ‘untrained’ palate, it will always taste horrible. First impressions and all that. Stick with something long enough and you’ll get used to it regardless of whether it’s love or just bad habit.

“When it comes to hope, well, we can hope to learn something from the Greeks and their love of: family, food, socialising, each other and life in general, and yet it would seem that this hope, is only meant for the few, not the many.”

Think of this story. Whilst travelling from Athens to London one of the Greek passengers (one of a group) fell ill. Such a fuss was made over the unfortunate lady that a doctor was found, oxygen administered, water dribbled, seats given up, the potential of a flight diverted, and it seemed all pandemonium was let loose. In the end she was fine, and to the tutting English people – who failed to understand – thankfully their flight wasn’t diverted.    

It’s a certainty that what comes with age, if we’re lucky, is a little more wisdom. And the irony of the common retrospection of: ‘Oh, if only I’d known then, what I know now.’ How sad that we seem so insistent on maintaining our ignorance, by ignoring the wisdom of our elders. Time for change? I doubt it.

Love is The Drug (most frightening of all)

Thankfully most of us stay well clear of the kind of drugs that’ll get us into trouble (either with the law or addiction and death). Most of us have been made sufficiently aware of the dangers, and so decline to play the game of Russian Roulette, with our lives. Thankfully most of us aren’t reckless enough to become addicts.

Although we may be fearful and wary of the dangers associated with drugs, we may step beyond this, and dabble from time to time. We may get drunk when out with friends, or perhaps overdo it a little at home alone, and because most of us are lucky and informed, we decline to go further. However, it’s not really about that though, is it?

Those of us who do go beyond a glass of wine with our meal, or a few pints out with our mates, tend to be of the damaged variety. In other words, those of us who have lots of guilt and unresolved issues, tend to use drugs as a form of escape. We need to change our consciousness so as to escape the guilt, shame and the pain. Of course, as is all too clear, all this does, is add to it; we know it, yet seem unable to stop.

Taking things to new heights is when the drink stops working and we need a new high, or low, as the case may be. Then we’re in real trouble. We’ve lost the fear completely and no longer care about how reckless we’re being with our lives. Nothing matters, except changing the consciousness we’ve grown to hate, into something much more preferable: oblivion.

It may seem a beautiful paradox (it terms of it being the most extreme example) that the greatest fear we may harbour is that of the most powerful drug of all. The drug that is life affirming. The drug that keeps the rest of us functioning. We have no fear of the drugs that will eventually kill us, or simply dumb down our lives, and yet we fear the drug that is free, and most plentiful of all. The drug of love.

The drug of love is not the feeling we get from infatuation. It’s not the feeling we get at the point of orgasm. Neither is it the feeling we get with that first kiss from someone we admired when a child. No, the feeling we get from the drug of love, is something entirely different. The thing is, many of us fear this feeling, and we fear it because we’ve never known it; we’ve never experimented with it. Because to allow ourselves to fall in love (with life) would mean we’d have to change what we’re currently doing. And that, is hard; very hard.  

“What most of us are currently doing is simply following a program. It’s a program that’s comfortable; that works, and is – most of the time – manageable; provided we have a few drugs that is.”

Now, what I’m suggesting, is we take a moment to really consider what love is. We know what recreational drugs (useful name?) do: they change how we feel; they change our consciousness. And so what about love, does that change our consciousness? Well, when we truly know what love is, it does. It changes our consciousness, in respect of it giving our lives, tremendous value. When you have love in your life there’s no way on earth you’d recklessly risk it.  

Fear, guilt and anger are the opposites of love and we use drugs in an attempt to rid ourselves of their unpleasantness. The only true antidote to these things is true love. It really is worth seriously considering if we’re getting it right – and getting the correct dosage – if we’re to make the most of our lives. I, for one, am hopelessly addicted.

Personal Development

Cause and Effect (The Thinking Revolution)

Think
Think: Cause and Effect

It does seem a little strange, that my awareness at the moment, is drawn to people’s inability to consider cause and effect. The ability, to think before actions or words, by considering cause and effect, seems to be lacking.

“From youngsters experimenting with recreational drugs, to adults conversing with each other. Considered thought, in respect of cause and effect, would potentially either save a life, or a relationship, respectively.”

We might be tempted to say, considered thought, before taking an unknown drug at a festival for example, is to suggest we must be frightened of the potential effects. To this, I would say, yes, there are times when a little fear is of value. There are many people who would still be alive today, if a little fear over drugs, had been properly instilled into their minds when young.

On a personal level, if my authoritarian biological father, hadn’t instilled so much fear within me as a child, my ‘experimentation’ with recreational drugs, may well have put me in the graveyard with so many others. Never moving beyond mild drugs, because I was too frightened of the potential effects, was the result of a complex created by my father’s fear. Having said this though, authoritarian (fear) will never be the best method of helping our children live longer lives. We mustn’t fear for their lives as this can stifle them; authoritarian, can be extremely limiting.

And so cause-and-effect-thinking doesn’t always have to involve fear. The consideration: ‘if I do this I might fall and hurt myself’ is of course driven by the fear of imagined pain. However ‘if I do this I might experience something wonderful’ is how we overcome the fear. In this respect, it’s all about considering percentages and chance. In other words ‘If I do this what are the chances of success?’ If the chances of falling ill and dying from taking a recreational drug are high – because it’s unknown or from an uncertain source – then we must reject the potential of a pleasant experience.

When it really comes down to it, it’s all about thinking skills. Thinking skills that we must instill into the minds of our children. From the above examples, we can clearly see, it’s a fine line between the fear of a negative outcome, and the potential of there being a high-chance of a pleasant, life enhancing one.

Teach children how to think, not, what to think.

Are you ready for a life enhancing experience?

A Fabulous Time to Be Alive (The Thinking Revolution)

Thinking

“At times you may not think it, yet if we just take a moment (the time it takes to read a short blog to be exact) we will clearly see, that it really is a fabulous time to be alive, provided, we THINK so”

Thinking. We live in an age of discovery; a time of enthusiasm, with a growing hunger for knowledge, and answers to the big questions in life. In direct opposition to this, we have overly protective governments and the ‘bad news’ hungry media and it’s all too easy to become bogged down by the dependence they create, and negatives they spout, respectively. It would seem, the powers that be, are often looking to upset the important balance between the poles, of negative and positive.

Keeping our minds in the positive, enables us to remain enthusiastic and upbeat about our lives, and the lives of others. This doesn’t mean we become blinkered to all we know is wrong with the world, what it does mean, is we cease the influence of negativity.

“We have no need to get into conspiracy theories to understand how the media only survive through morbid curiosity, and indeed their uncanny ability, to actively foster it. Dwelling on the negative brings us down and keeps us afraid”

In addition to this, an overly protective government, creates a dependency, that quiet literally shortens our lives. We might ask: How is it the peoples of poorer nations – such as the Greeks – live longer lives than us? Finding the answer to this question involves THINKING.

It could be, that for you, confusion, and the ‘bad news’ media, are having a lasting effect, and the powers that be, are getting their way. This lasting effect could be blinding you to all the positive and extraordinary things that are currently happening in the world today. If this is the case, you must stop allowing yourselves, to be sucked in.

“With this said, we must acknowledge, taking direct action and control over our lives, often involves making some difficult decisions”

I recently heard it said, Personal Development is very 20th century and what people want nowadays, is augmentation. It’s easy to believe this assertion, as we humans do have that tendency, to take the easy options. Why do you think the drugs industry (legal or not) are doing so well? We just want the quick fix. Of course we do. We want the painless option, however, those who choose the quick fix of drugs, denial, or the refusal to move beyond ignorance, will fail to survive long term.

In fact, suffering, is the ultimate outcome of those who continue to seek the easy options all their lives. We all have to face the music some day, and so choosing the option of developing ourselves – mentally and physically – over continually seeking the easy fixes, is more likely to ensure the music we face in later life, is sweet, harmonious and melodic.

Remaining in charge, and powerful all our lives; minimising dependence and the indignity this can eventually bring, involves making the decision to get involved with the Thinking Revolution. The Thinking Revolution is only available to a select few though. It’s these select few, who truly understand what a magical time, we really do live in.

The alternative – of augmentation – is looking to remove the thinking part necessary for improving lives. Without thinking; without cognitive development, none of us are going to survive long term. It seems that it’s quite okay for certain sections of society to become non-thinking automatons.

“The elite need us to remain unthinking, because when we fail to think, we become powerless.”

No drug, or any kind of augmentation, will empower you to think yourself better; to think yourself into freedom, all they’ll do, is continue to diminish your power and increase your dependence on the system.

Consider what you truly know about the workings of your own mind. Do you understand how it is you do the things you do? You may believe you have no interest in these matters, and yet, it’s freeing yourself of this very belief, that will enable you to take control over your life and destiny.

Believe it or not, freeing yourself of negative beliefs, is a lot easier than you might expect. You may have been told differently. You may have been told not to dabble in matters of the mind, however, we can tell you: at this moment in time, it’s those who understand how their minds work, that have power over you, right now. The Thinking Revolution will hand this power back.

Ask yourself this question: Do you want augmentation or a better brain? Augmentation won’t get you comfortably through the entirety of your life, but a smarter brain, with improved cognition will.

The Cycle of Your Mind

“Understanding and acknowledging the processes of your mind frees you. It frees you, because you cease looking to change a process, that to some degree, is unchangeable when we’ve inadequate resources to do so.”

In other words, wanting to feel different when down is pointless. All we need do, is allow the mind to cycle through its natural processes, and unwanted feelings will change with time. Put yet another way, endure and experience the whole range of your emotions – the mind must cycle through – and all will come good in time. Endure.

Changing or creating extremes of emotions with drugs – prescription or rec-reational – is only putting off the minds need to experience emotions that have the purpose of healing. The ultimate outcome of using drugs, to create a more favourable mood and cycle, is only a means of deferment. We only ever defer emotions the mind needs to experience for healing to take place.

“The mind is constantly seeking wholeness. We’re unwholesome as long as we look to defer our emotions. Simple. So stop with the drugs will y’all.”

The cycles of emotions we all experience differ from individual to individual. Some of us wake each day with only slight variations in how we feel. Although slight, this is still cycling, just less obvious than the individual, who wakes each morning, not knowing whether they’re coming or going.

Cycling through emotions is created through the tiring effect of our beliefs. Just as with a muscle, it’s impossible for the mind to hold on indefinitely, to one believe, it tires, and moves on to another, and another, and so on. Imagine waking up everyday thinking that life is meaningful, full of love and happiness; one day it may be, but the next, life can be just as easily seen as a struggle full of sadness, pain and fear. Here’s the trick though: when we rid ourselves of the negative, we’re enabling the mind to cycle from positive to positive. Our beliefs will not be the same from day to day, yet we will be cycling from one set of positive, uplifting beliefs, to another.

braincycleSome of us have belief cycles that take months or even years to complete. These individuals may feel fine for six months and then inexplicably fall into the abyss of despair. During this time of despair, the mind is cycling through sets of belief systems, it must experience, in order to find wholeness. When we look to defer these emotions we do ourselves a great disservice. To endure all of our emotions is to be accepting and loving of ourselves. No one said love would be easy.

Time is something we need to be aware of. Time is not always on our side, and so imagine being able to reach in, and find the beliefs it could take months or even years for the mind to reveal with time alone. These are the skills and resources you must seek to help your clients find wholeness within the time available. More time whole, is more time, fully living.

GOLD Counselling is the technique by which we reach within, find our negative beliefs, question and remove them psychotherapeutically. We free ourselves of these beliefs, firstly by acknowledging their existence, purpose and birthplace, and secondly, by understanding their irrelevance in the present moment.     

Now Wash Your Hands

“It’s not love that hurts, it’s loss or fear or guilt that creates this pain. We must never fear loving people for the pain we believe it may create.”

total solar eclipse
Only love can hurt like this?

Take for example the guilt, pain and loss that’s caused through infidelity. When our partner is unfaithful we must never confuse the pain we feel as love. It’s the loss of our illusions that hurts.

Alternatively, if it’s us that have been unfaithful – and guilty because of this – we must make ourselves aware: an understanding of love is ultimately what we were seeking through our infidelity. We’re all constantly seeking to understand, when we understand it, we have it for ourselves; we find it within ourselves.

We are healed by love, never through recrimination, revenge or anger. If you click on the above image you’ll be taken to a very powerful, emotive song. ‘Love is torture makes me more sure’ is a powerful lyric, and yet the torture we experience, is our confusion of love.

You might think: ‘It’s just a lyric in a song man’ and if you do, hold on, because you’ll be underestimating the power of music.

Music is an expression of the human soul. Why do you think we hold musical artists in such high regard? Listen, and it’ll become clear who Paloma Faith loves: the people who’ve empowered her.

Youth and inexperience are the main culprits for painful relationships. When we understand that love is empowerment, we’ll be able to make some very useful decisions, well before the pain of losing illusions is experienced. We’ll not be setting up the illusions in the first place.

“When you truly love someone, all you’ll ever want to do, is empower them.”

Manipulation, control and gameplay are all there when we fear. Fear is in direct opposition to love. For clarity, hear this: when we look to care for another adult – because we believe we love them – we’re making a mistake. Caring and empowerment are two very different things.

“To love a child is to provide the most appropriate care and attention, to love an adult, is to empower them. We do this through loving and respecting ourselves as fully grown individuals.”

You may of seen or heard of those people who enable morbidly obese people through cooking copious amounts of unhealthy food for them. Or perhaps you’ve heard of those who buy drugs, (alcohol or whatever) for others, in the belief they’re helping and caring for them. This kind of enablement is created through fear, confusion of love, weakness and guilt. So often we keep our fellow adults stuck through caring for them in the belief we love them through caring.

“Teaching a fellow adult how to be a responsible, guilt free, whole human being, is to empower and love them.”

Love is empowerment, and as such an expression of love, is an act that’s free of guilt, fear and control. Consider the church and its leaders. They believe they love us, when in fact all they’re doing, is disempower and controlling us through their antiquated teachings and beliefs. Treat people like they’re fools and what will you get?

“The continuation of archaic beliefs keeps the mind stagnant.”

We can set ourselves free by washing our hands of antiquated ideals, teachings and confusion. Literally, go and wash your hands now, you no longer need the past, there is only now.

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“Now we can understand: if you love someone, all you’ll ever want to do, is empower them, all the other nonsense is illusion created through fear.”

If you enjoy drama and the soap operas of life, you’ll no doubt be disappointed right now, however, when we remove all the childish nonsense from life, there are so many beautiful, imaginative and loving things we can be better getting on with – right now.

There is no lack when we believe

It’s Hard to Believe

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“What would you say is hard to believe? Would you say it’s hard to believe there’s happiness in life, without the things we use to create it?”

For example, how can we live life without the emotional games we play, or the drugs we take, or the possessions we own? Is it hard to believe a life without these things?

What if our relationships were smooth and flowing, full of change, excitement, understanding, compassion and love? Would we find it hard to believe we had found such a thing? What if our life were filled with satisfaction in our work? What if life was filled with satisfaction and happiness in our home lives? Would it all just be too much, and too hard to believe?

“You may think there are far too many questions in those last two paragraphs, and so to a few explanations, and potentially, some answers.”

Imagine for a moment you believed all of the above were possible: the compassionate, loving relationships. The fulfilling work life. The fulfilling home life. A fulfilling life without drugs, without overeating, without the need for the amount we seek. In order for these things to become reality, and stay a stable reality at that, we do need to believe they’re possible.

Those who struggle to find this stability and happiness may think they believe it’s possible, yet at far deeper levels, their minds hold beliefs that jeopardise this stability and happiness.

“A restlessness is created through what this deeper part finds hard to believe.”

To explain, imagine a person who feels constant dissatisfaction in most, if not all, aspects of his life. Something many of us can no doubt relate to, is the feelings associated with dissatisfaction, and frustration. And so imagine this person who continues to feel this sense of dissatisfaction and frustration, no matter what successes, accomplishments and achievements he finds. How can we explain this?

“One way to help explain this is through understanding lack, and more specifically, lack of belief.”

When our minds don’t actually hold beliefs, at the deeper, unconscious levels, that instruct us to feel complete, happy or satisfied with what we have in life, then frustration and dissatisfaction is the result. We then continue to grasp and reach out for more in the hope we will find this elusive happiness, and satisfaction. When it comes to drugs, money and possessions, these are simply used as a means of calming and comforting the dissatisfied mind, if only for a while.

What if we held the belief: I am complete.

Or: I am whole.

Would this help do you think? There is strong evidence to suggest that wholeness (an acceptance of all aspects of life and our human selves) is in fact what we’re seeking through our excessive consumption. We’re constantly looking to find satisfaction (completeness, wholeness) through external trappings because we lack the above beliefs.

Think about this belief: There is nothing I want that will make me happy.

And then add this: Happiness is a state of mind I can achieve without want.

Now the cruncher: Imagine being taught this by parents as a child.

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When you come to truly understand the power of belief, you’ll understand how it is there are happy people who have, nothing. They are out there. Could you find such a state of mind? Is it that hard to believe?