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.
There is an inversion that exists that we are not always aware of. I’m becoming more aware of it and I want to mention it here. My post entitled Waves touches on this subject a bit.
Basically, the Inversion is this: What you perceive with your physical eyes appears to be on the outside but is actually inside of you; and what you perceive with your non-physical eyes appears to be on the inside but is actually outside of you.
Does it even make sense? What do I mean by outside of you and inside of you?
Here is an example:
When you walk out the door you say: “I’m going outside to explore the world today.” You expect to find something valuable outside. On the other hand, when you lock yourself up in your room you say: “I’m staying inside to do nothing today.” You expect to find nothing valuable if you do that. You think that the real important world is outside the door and that everything inside yourself is unreal and unimportant. It’s actually the other way around.
This is why NASA finds nothing valuable in space (no aliens, no gods, no life) whenever they launch expensive sophisticated equipment loaded with cameras and sensors “out there” to explore the universe.
But when an average person sits quietly in his room with no money and no equipment and explores the “in version”, he finds everything: aliens, angels, demons, gods, Jesus, Buddha, Atlantis and all the living entities and worlds of the past, present and future.
We live in an inverted reality. When you realize this, it changes your life and you can actually turn things around for good.
Am I my body? Have you ever asked yourself this?
I’ve never felt that my body was me. Even as a kid, I remember thinking that my body was just a vehicle. I was like a little man sitting behind the windows of my eyes, driving my body around. This was fun.
What is wrong with this world is that it tries to convince me that I am my body. Where did they get that idea? What a stupid idea. I don’t buy it at all. Not anymore. I bought this idea for a while, but then decided to reject it. It didn’t serve me well. It’s just bullshit.
You can believe whatever you want, but if you choose to believe that you are your body, then this is what your reality will become. Fun at first, but eventually your life will become a nightmare. Because there is no hope for the body.
I don’t hate my body, but I’m not in love with it either. It’s like my car. It’s useful to move around. I can use it to manipulate the stuff around me. It also serves to express myself to others. But my body is not me, it’s a tool. A living tool which has an expiry date.
Those who identify with the body live as mortals. Those who do not identify with the body have a better chance at survival.
Surviving death. The purpose of life is to survive death. To become immortal.
Immortality starts with not identifying with the body.
Look at yourself in the mirror and say: “This is not me. It’s my vehicle. And it’s getting older. It’s slowly dying. And that’s fine. I’ll continue feeding and taking care of it but I’m not giving my life to it. Keeping this body alive as long as possible is not necessarily the recipe for happiness. My sense of self is located somewhere else. This vehicle belongs to the earth, and it will stay with it. I do not belong to the earth and I don’t intend to remain attached to it forever.”