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Harnessing the Life Force

There is an incredible force within us all if we can just learn how to tap into it.

We spend too much time caught up in bad habits and psychological fears that limit us needlessly. Yes, we need order, we need some predictability. And yes, we rightfully fear certain things that could harm or kill us. But we go too far with order, and we fear much more than we have any good reason to.

I had a psychological fear of running beyond a certain amount of time, as if my body was limited in some way. But the limit was purely a psychological one. The barrier doesn’t exist in your physiology, in your energy systems, but in your mind. You can tap into the life force and it will achieve great things for you if you learn to trust it’s ways of working.

It is an approach that requires patience and discipline. Results cannot be achieved instantly. The life force does not obey any whim that comes into your mind. It only obeys those things your mind learns to turn into a sustained intention. Often the results then come when you least expect them, but they do inevitably come.

Life works in strange ways at times, and it is a continual learning process for our minds to keep in touch with its ways. The mind works in a vacuum of clear-cut logical rules and rationales. But the rest of our body is placed in a plenum of systems acting and reacting and influencing each other.

That we can get any order and control over it is an achievement. Most of the time all we are controlling is our own psychological expectations and habits, or THEY are controlling us. It is those rare times that our control reaches beyond this vacuum into the plenum of reality that we get a sense of the life force that surrounds us.

We need to learn to reach into this domain more often, and to do it in healthy and sustainable ways. Letting go of some of our needless self-imposed psychological limitations is a good way to achieve this. When your mind is saying you can’t do something realise often it is actually  saying it won’t do something. It is choosing not to do it.

You can change that choice with sustained intentions formed and acted on over time. Won’t then turns into will. Before you know it you have achieved what you once thought you couldn’t. You thought you couldn’t because you thought your resources were limited to the vacuum of your mind, when in truth you have all the resources of the plenum of life force surrounding you to draw upon.

Self Esteem

One of the great false assumptions of many self-help ideas is the idea that it is all in your control, how you feel about things. It is simply not true. It is chance and accident that decide on much of your circumstances, and it is that which predominately determines how you feel about things.

Let me give an example: Just by virtue of not happening to hold in high esteem certain things that other people do, you put yourself in a position of people not getting on with you, and not esteeming you. But this itself has physiological effects on your mood and your levels of self-esteem when amongst other people.

You cannot control or choose what you happen to esteem in life. Far from it, for the most part, if you don’t forcibly go along with the dominant social trends of esteem you are cast aside. Much of “culture” is a form of blackmail of this kind of people scared to be cast aside.

From acting cool, going out drinking and smoking, to driving a car, working a 9 to 5 job, to looking for a partner to settle down in a house with and have children. These are the things you are expected to esteem, and its a simple form of cash blackmail to scare you in to line.

The cash may as well say on it: safely earned in a 9 to 5 job to drive a car around, smoke, drink and have children. For, the cash is no more than a token gesture symbolising these very things.

Now I don’t currently “belong” in this “culture”. And have in fact never much been interested by it. But you cannot avoid it, unless you avoid people altogether. In my own self, away from other people and this culture, I have plenty of self-esteem and am a happy individual. But put me in this culture, as I inevitably have to collide with it most days, most of the time. And, of course, I feel depressed, my self-esteem goes down, etc, etc..

I cannot relate, I am not a member of the gang, I don’t have the tokens. If I could get away from it all I would, but where am I supposed to go? So I just have to grin and bear it from day to day. Where in all this am I getting to choose how I feel about things? Choice only comes via the tokens, but I don’t have any, or any desire to acquire them, given the cultural blackmail involved in the whole thing. In a culture that would have me esteem things I simply refuse to esteem.

I can’t choose how to feel about all this, I am fated/destined to alternate anger, discontent and depression about it. I would rather be honest with myself and start to come to terms with this reality I am confronted with, rather than kid myself with self-help fantasies of controlling my feelings generically in all circumstances.

Passion and Truth

For many years I have believed myself to have a special access to certain truths about the world. Whether this belief is right or wrong, certainly I was wrong to think that knowing this truth is itself enough to give it authority. Authority comes not from what you know, but in how you use it in application within your own life.

I see a lot of debates between people sure that they have the correct view. Or maybe they are not, maybe, even worse than such a dogmatic certainty, they are merely cynically playing along at a game of arguing for the sake of it, to pass the time. Either way, the assumption seems to be that the truth will ultimately speak for itself and it will speak in our favor. It is a form of truth that is mixed up with the obsession with being “right”. To be in possession of the right answer. But, although this may be how exams work in the controlled and sheltered environment of school and college, who is to say truth works in any such way as this in the real world.

In the real world all we can do is speak our own truth, we cannot rely on any outside authority to assert our truth for us. And in order to do this, it is not enough to have access to what is true, you also need to have a passionate conviction and belief in those truths. It is only as such that you will be able to hold on to these truths and continue to assert them even when times get tough.

Obsessively arguing with others doesn’t show a passion for your truth, but an obsession with being seen to be right. This is quite the opposite of your truth in most circumstances. You end up getting lost in a labyrinth of arguments where you lose sight of the passion in your life that should really be guiding you at this time. The best thing to do here is to let the argument go. It is weakness of your own vision that continues an argument needlessly, not strength of conviction. Some people just want to be the last one in the room, getting the last word in. This, for them, is their small consolation for a complete lack of inner conviction.

Let them be, as you let yourself be, and continue on your own journey.

Lance Armstrong – Sport, Competition and Cheating

In a recent Lance Armstrong documentary, showing in line with the beginning of the 2014 tour de france, he made the claim that since the definition of cheating is getting an advantage over your rivals, he did not cheat during his tour de france victories as all his rivals were also using performance enhancing drugs.

It is an interesting point. But we can undermine its apparent authority when we ask for another a definition. This time of a “rival”. A rival in this situation is someone able to compete with Lance Armstrong in those races. Yet no one who was clean was in a position to compete with him at this time. So it remains the case he was cheating compared to these people. Even though they may not class as rivals.

Another sense in which he was cheating is that by making the contest dependent on taking these drugs it means that fewer and fewer people will have the resources to compete on a level playing field. A bit like the advantage at one time in swimming for those with specially designed costumes that provided better motion through the water. Your average person taking up a sport is not going to be able to access these kinds of resources, and so there is an unfair hierarchy created.  Based on wealth and power, rather than based on the individual athletes abilities.

The use of drugs has become again a complicated issue in the tour de france with the use of certain drugs for medicinal purposes to combat allergies or to lessen the effects of a cold or illness. It can be difficult to know precisely where to draw the line in specific circumstances.

But through all the complications, the thing to not lose sight of is that competition of a sporting kind should be as accessible as possible to as many people as possible, regardless of their background and their access to wealth and resources. It is sticking close to this that ensures the spirit of a sport remains intact. Allowing people starting from scratch and with nothing to have belief that maybe some day with hard work and dedication, they could compete at the top level.

Getting to know Evil

I want to try and understand what makes something evil. There is the Christian mythology of the Fall. Adam and Eve eating an apple from the tree of knowledge. But by this standard evil is any attempt to know the world for yourself. And so that makes the whole modern era since the enlightenment evil. Including all the sexual liberation and human rights that have since come with it.

For the Buddhists all bad acts create bad karma, and so evil always gets its comeuppance according to them. Evil never persists for long or gets away with its bad deeds. But this seems a slightly naive and convenient thing to believe to me. Or at the other extreme lies the pessimistic Buddhist outlook that sees everything in this life as suffering, and the only good thing being when it comes to an end in Nirvana.

I think there is something to the Fall, in that human nature did not always contain this evil element. Evil has arisen as we have had to develop internal moral codes and dialogues, due to the absence of external ones. And part of this dialogue is a recognition of evil.

And I think there is also something to karma, in that for the most part any deeds we perceive as bad ourselves tend to play on our minds and this has consequences.

But, it only seems to be part of the story. I think evil has become a much more complex phenomena now, that infiltrates deep into our psychological make-up.

Evil is the small part of our mind that wants us to fail. The small part of our mind that wants to see others fail. Evil is  a sabotaging, destructive force within our own psyche. A tendency to turn on those things we have claimed to love and care about most.

Evil seems to be unleashed completely irrationally, and yet it obeys its own rationale which it seems very sure of and passionate about. Evil emerges when our rational mind and our instinctual nature get out of sync. It is retribution from our instinctual nature for years of denial and repression by an overly constricting rational outlook. An outlook we thought was our own, but which was in fact something we internalized from moralizing forces of others around us in our formative years.

There is a link with sex here also. The sexual muscles and forces do not obey our will in the same way as our other muscles do. They do not care for an intellectual long-term outlook that sees human reproducing as unsustainable. They do not think in terms of means,  ends and balances. They think in terms of all or nothing. They do not take stock of the provision of resources required for all offspring resulting from execution of these sexual forces. They think only of taking advantage of the current moment. An opportunity is perceived and taken with no thought for the long-term consequences.

How much trouble this gets us all in individually and humanity collectively is plain to see. There is an element of evilness lurking here implicated in our very existence that we cannot extricate ourselves from. We collectively choose to keep quiet about it, rather than face it head on, out of fear of our own implicateness, in it.

A forbidden tree remains in the human garden: Thou shalt not rationalize sexual love. Is it evil to pluck fruit from it. Or does the evilness spring from our very fear of plucking from it? Is it playing on our fear, and can we overcome this fear?

alive to…

Alive to those who still hope

for a wider human scope.

Alive to the air we breathe,

and to those who still believe.

 

Alive to a passion for existence,

to a life of effort and persistence.

Alive to weaknesses’ insistence,

but to all evil, absolute resistance.

 

Alive to the stars that twinkle in the sky

and to the dream we can soar and fly.

Alive to unrequited calling

To its suffering and falling.

 

Alive to those who know no better,

to release them from their fetters.

Alive to human misery and decay,

to the paths that can lead us astray.

 

Alive to the vast human panorama,

with no sense of fear, nor melodrama.

 

 

 

dead to…

dead to this place

a phony, disgrace

better times to chase

on which to firmly base.

 

dead to this place

it’s soulless embrace

hoping for some space

from its blank, ugly face

 

dead to this place

its stifling ways

picking up the pace

always me that pays

 

dead to this place

and all it contains

time for a new race

no time to explain

 

dead to the world

all its myriad of lies

to a ball tightly curled

as whizzing passed, it flies

 

dead to it all

decay, destruction, life

anxious to recall

a time without strife

 

dead to myself

the me trapped inside

long a source of wealth

no longer safe to reside

 

dead to other persons

source of pain and deceit

each relationship worsens

no need to repeat.

 

dead to my maker

if such a one there be

and the undertaker:

from death itself I flee.

 

dead to the birds

that sing in the trees

nothing to be heard

except adulterous pleas

 

dead to my body

my legs, my arms

a form quite shoddy,

not a source of calm

 

dead to this post

this poem of decay

dead to the host

no more left to say.

 

Note: I wrote this poem some time ago, but it is a truth that comes back to my life periodically. Life is too oppressive, only being dead to things can can free me from the oppressiveness of life that always builds up over time.

 

 

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