Category Archives: Predatory Genes

The uncatchable ball… did you just let it slip away?

We are definitely dealing with something that feels like an uncatchable ball.

We find something and it turns out not to be THE BALL… and we need to go and find another ball to catch… but instead of being able to catch it, it slips out of our grasp.

Why are we even trying?

Because unless and until we catch it and have it in our grasp, firmly, our lives cannot change, our performance cannot change, we cannot really get to where we love ourselves, love our lives, and live it powerfully.

This uncatchable ball is small, slippery, and evasive.

And we want to catch it… If nothing else, I am tenacious… And so help me god, I’ll catch it. Identify it, if it takes me a hundred articles… I will. For you, and for me.

This article is an attempt to catch it… The next article is already written and will come out later today…

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My most influential teachers teach new expectations

My most influential teachers teach new expectations through invalidating the ones that create a life of misery.
Ben Settle is one of those teachers.

I subscribed to his newsletter and then quit it after a year or two. Why? because for a time he was more interested in world building and world domination than what concerned me more: a healthy business that served me. And he was more political than I could stomach… so I quit.

I had benefited from my subscription… How? I managed to double my monthly income and at the same time reduced the amount of work it took. I also doubled my self-respect… hm.
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Does Alex Jones, like children, believe his own B.S.?

Are humans even interested in transcendence?
Transcendence is growing through and beyond. And whether anyone says it or not, you always go beyond a stage when it is considered by you handled.

I am reading a book by the same author who wrote about the predatory genes in another book of his.

He is a novelist, a fiction writer, so anyone who takes everything he says at face value is like the people who listen to Alex Jones and take it like the truth… I even know one personally… ugh.

Anyway, I am reading this new book that just came out a few days ago. After a boring 110 page preamble he gets to the interesting stuff… about sentient life in the cosmos…
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Fix Broken Sh!t First… AKA: remove what is broken


Fix Broken Sh!t First; I got an email with that title this morning, so I am using it. This is the perfect title for this article…

You see, human nature is weird… It tries to fix everything by throwing stuff at it making it more broken. Add stuff…

When you have indigestion, or when you are sick, or when you are tired… You want to put food on it. You buy stuff… You throw sex on it. Coffee on it. Complaining on it. The kitchen sink on it.

I have noticed that anything anyone says about you or your stuff triggers a self-protection mechanism, as if you have anything about you that is not perfect means you are wrong, or don’t deserve to live, or maybe deserve to die.

Totally out of proportion reaction to the size of the threat.
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Adjustable genes leave you unable to change?


Want to change your life but have been unable to change yourself?
your WHO is producing all the WHAT… Unless the WHO changes, nothing will change permanently.

You seem inexorable, unchangeable… and misery is the result.
Warning: this article will need you to read it, not just skimp…
We’ll look at your relationship to reality first, and its effect on intelligence.

The most surprising, mind boggling aspect of intelligence is not what you are capable of. That is not an important measure. But how much of that potential  intelligence you can have available, that is a useful is and important measure and it depends on your own actions.

Looking is an action that connects you to reality.

You can look in four basic ways:

Looking to see,
looking to understand,
looking if you agree or disagree,
looking to be entertained, are four different actions.

Only the first: looking to see is an action that looks in reality.

Looking to understand tries to shape what it looks at such that what it sees fits what is already there… stored in the mind… Tree of Knowledge. Everything that doesn’t fit: it claims it doesn’t understand, but the fact is: it rejects.

Or alternatively you say: I am confused. What you don’t say because is that it doesn’t fit… because if you did, it would be easier to catch that you are trying to fit something into what you have already heard and accepted as fact. Or what you have made up and now protect as the truth.

If you have a vested interest in a particular story, you will never look to see: you are limited to looking the other three ways…

I’ve heard a story of a movie or film that flat-earthers made to prove that the earth is flat.

A person with more up-to-date views of the earth saw an ad where this sentence grabbed his attention: if the earth were spherical (round) then if you climbed on a tall place and looked the horizon would be curved… but it isn’t.

So he said: let me look to see… and he did. He brought fresh eyes to the issue… and concluded whatever he concluded (I don’t remember what… sorry) but if it were me I would look and see if a person can go high enough and if one went high enough, if one would be able to see the curve.

I am looking to see. I am looking to check how high I would have to go, and I am looking if I would actually see the curve in the horizon.
Quoting:
Visual daytime observations show that the minimum altitude at which curvature of the horizon can be detected is at or slightly below 35,000 ft, providing that the field of view is wide (60 degrees ) and nearly cloud free. That is 11 kilometers, higher than the highest peak of the Himalayas.
But if you look, I have accepted that the earth is round, and now, for me, it is Tree of Knowledge, so I am NOT REALLY looking to see… I am looking to confirm.

I have a longtime friend who is certain that Liberals are pedophiles, liberals are the enemy, blah blah blah.

When I ask what do you
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Confession Video?


Yesterday I was on a zoom training with a known videographer. He gave an assignment to us, participants, to make a five-minute ‘confession video’ of why we do what we do, being vulnerable, authentic, and firm in the declaration of the intention for what we do. Each their own… not as a group.

The call was in the evening, so I spent all my dreams pondering where was the point where I became who I am today… and what furnace did I come through to be that…

I participated in Landmark (formerly est training) for 26 years when I first decided that maybe it is my job to take Landmark’s teaching further.

I had offered myself to Landmark and was rejected several times. They needed straight delivery people, not thinkers. In spite of the rejections I never lost the confidence that I have what it takes to take Landmark’s work further, make it more accessible and more implementable, so it could make more difference in people’s results and sense of self.

But where was the turning point, where was the hero’s journey?
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Mistakes, errors, failures… and happiness


I like challenge.

I believe that only failures, only mistakes teach me anything, so I make sure I set my life up, I set my business up to have a steady stream of failures.
My counter-intuitive approach to life allows me to be happy.

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Driftwood? Why driftwood?

There’s Nothing To Get And There’s Nothing To Fix… is that true?

A Cup Of Tea
Nan-in, a Japanese Zen master during the Meiji era (1868 – 1912), received a university professor who came to him to inquire about Zen.

Nan-in served tea. He poured it into his visitor’s cup until it was full, and then he kept on pouring.

The professor watched it overflow until he could no longer restrain himself. “It’s full. No more will go in!” he cried out.

“Like this cup,” Nan-in said, “you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?”

Why am I sharing this anecdote? I intend to return You To Power So You Can Have Grace, Ease And Power Inside The Machine And Make the machine and your life Fly

But your cup is full… you already know the meaning of everything… in fact have known it forever… and therefore your life is fixed, and that’s that. So you merely sample what I teach, you pick and choose what you like and don’t like, even what you hear or ignore.

Maybe you can’t do better. Maybe you can only see what is visible from the singular vantage point: from behind your eyes.

What does that mean?

There is a word in the English language that is used in a limiting way: only as duty, or what you should do. Continue reading Driftwood? Why driftwood?

Removing Barriers to you being all-you-can-be

I just read an excerpt of Mark Manson’s (vibration: 260) book, about the path to growing… The art of not giving a f*ck –>
Even the brief is worth reading…

Some people write better than me. Some people find solutions faster than me. Some people can teach ME things… Baah, right?

What Manson says is the essence of the Michelangelo Method of growing.

You remove everything that doesn’t work, everything that is not you, everything that doesn’t support you in living life you love and living it powerfully.

But the sticky part of this process is telling the truth about having been wrong. Continue reading Removing Barriers to you being all-you-can-be

Last night I spent a lot of time looking at a deluge of memories of things I’ve done that I am ashamed of

I just slashed my finger for the third time this morning. I will have a hard time muscle testing for a bit… Here is what happened:

Last night in bed I spent a lot of time looking at a deluge of memories of things I did that I am ashamed of.

They came, vividly, fast and furious, things I have long forgotten, things I am not proud of.

I resisted the temptation to explain them away, I resisted turning away. I resisted saying they are wrong. Continue reading Last night I spent a lot of time looking at a deluge of memories of things I’ve done that I am ashamed of