I don’t want to post, I want to talk. My mind needs stimulation. I need to interact with someone. I want an exchange of information to happen. Now. But I’m alone…
The Internet is the only connection I have so let’s see what I can do with it. I know there are people at the other end. I know that there is someone reading this at this moment.
I’m excited already. Crazy isn’t it? Two minutes ago I felt totally alone and separated from everyone, and now I feel a connection with a reader.
Hi, reader. How are you today? I’m good, probably because I’m doing what I love doing right now: writing and communicating intimately. But do not let the idea of intimacy frighten you away, please. I’m not going to have sex with you. Well not today anyway.
A one-on-one connection is an intimate connection. Something is going on right now between you and me. Admit it. When a writer writes and a reader reads, there is a transfer of information going on. Like the transfer of fluids between two lovers.
Maybe you are turned off by what I’m saying. I have no idea. I’m just typing words, you’re the one who fabricates images in your own mind. Do you like these images?
It’s interesting when I think that I have to power to provoque images in another person’s mind. It’s not mind control, it’s more like an intellectual influence.
It’s funny how the body reacts to thoughts. While I was typing the above paragraphs, there was a unexpected reaction in my body. I thought of telling you but I won’t.
I never expected our connection to be so explicit. It’s still quite early in the morning. But I enjoyed connecting with you. Now we have a relationship.
The circumstances of my life have brought me to a place where I can no longer enjoy moving around physically. Life decided to teach me a lesson. It hit me on the head and said: “Daemon, be still and know yourself. Travel within yourself. Find out what you are made of and what you can do apart from moving physically.”
So here I was, suddenly, having to learn how to use my mind without going crazy. Thoughts left unchecked fly all over the place. Thoughts are like wild animals. I had to learn to examine them, restrain them and domesticate them.
Writing is the art of manipulating your chaotic thoughts, aligning them, arranging them next to each other to give meaning to everything. It’s not as easy as it looks. It takes years of practice.
While doing this, I realized that real power is not in my ability to move my body, but in my ability to control my own thoughts.
The physical world is the result of what happens in the non-physical realm (thoughts, dreams, intentions). Nothing in the physical world would exist if it hadn’t first taken form in one of the unseen worlds of the Mind. The seen is nothing but the crystallization of the unseen. The real action takes place beyond everything we can see with our two eyes. It’s all in the mind.
We say of the athlete that he is active and of the philosopher that he is passive. But when you think of it, which one yields more power? It’s easier to control the physical body than it is to control your own thoughts. Is the physically strong man exerting more effort than the thinker? If there was a contest between the two to see which one could move a mountain first, who do you think would win?
The person who thinks creatively has a better chance of accomplishing anything.