Comfortably Numb - The Desire to Escape a Linear Life

We face challenges, nobody has immunity from this. I love how Greg Plitt said we must crawl or walk through the mud, in order to reach the higher ground in life. Some of us stay stuck in the mud, we maintain a futile insistence largely driven by fear, that the endeavour to escape is either too hard, or others have failed. The failure of others to overcome strengthens our belief that the mud is best to remain covered in, at least for the time being. Perhaps oneday we might consider climbing out. But for now, we embrace the comfort it gives us, the zone of which familiarity keeps us idle.

When I was 14 things happened to change my life, To me it was a downward spiral into the mud. I learned to cover myself in it. Things happened much more powerful and intense in effect than the event I speak of below at age 16. Nonetheless I learned to saviour the taste for many years like some forbidden fruit. I wanted to discard the fruit and my desire to taste it, but I kept hold of the memory for my innermost protection - the comfort zone again. Like a crutches analogy, I used the broken bones or injury but kept using the crutches for years after the pain and injury had healed. I was wounded. The original injury never fully healed, I still suffered new events, caused in large part by the infinite ache of the initial wound.

Reflection now is most peaceful. I can look back on this part of my life as the best Teacher I ever had. Perhaps this teacher was in essence like the book I am currently reading by Dr. Gillian Ross titled Psyche's Yearning; Gillian describes PSYCHE AND EROS.

The story is phenomenal I urge you to look it up, if you are unaware of it.

A part of me was EROS, I do not deny my feminine love and spirit within me. Yes I am a male but the path some men choose to follow is to remain steadfast in their male traits. If I want to think about hostility and the cave-man desire to beat my chest, to pronounce I am physical strength over mind. I choose to remain unable or unwilling to separate the denial of compassion or feelings/emotions. Not all men do, I know, but many perceive the manner in which all men need to behave and act; much to the detriment of the male consciousness and actions.

I think of the wars and violence created from ego, the need to be better than others. The seemingly innate precision design of men's minds that dictates how we must always prove we are strong. We need to be the hunter-gatherer in mindset, we are the supreme source of talent, but we misplace it or abuse it by losing character. We are strong, but we are weaker in other aspects that matter more.

I feel a slight sadness for the many females who are trapped by men of such limitations. And the men who believe it is primarily the fault of the female, not the above self ignorance, that is the sole blame.

I endured this misguidance from the day I started to grow into a man, from the time of knowing I was a boy I dealt with other boys who early on - dictated forcefully the actions of this imbalance.

I recall one of my best friends in Primary school was indigenous, or of Aboriginal heritage. Or Black - whatever you would choose to label him perhaps. We loved the same music and got on like true mates. One-day the above male single-minded caveman instinct came to the forefront at school, when the boys for unknown reasons, chose to gather like a pack and hunt down my friend with hatred. They threw insults at him, started feeding off the negative energy of each other, until it was growing into unimaginable torment for my friend. What could I do? I found myself disliking it, the leader of the almost Tsavo Lion pride was, what you might term in America as "the Jock." The fit supreme athlete type that was showered with accolades, and earned a higher respect than the rest of us.

Everyone was fearful of him, due in part to the respect in a sense. I walked up and forcefully pushed him against the wall, grabbed his shirt so hard it ripped it. I put my fist up to his chin and demanded the Rot needed to STOP. The rest of the boys stepped back, in shock, I had never behaved this way before. I was the lamb, I was the perfect animal they always used to chase down. How could the lamb stand up and face a lion? Well love conquers hate. 

I will tell you more about that story, that Jock may have had supreme talent and skill, but he died at age 16 on a motorbike - going like a bat out of hell lost control and was killed instantly. I feel immense sadness he would have made the Australian Football League and been a successful highly skilled footballer. He lost his chance. R.I.P. Mate I shared many good times and memories with you - like the time you threw my footy boots into the basement darkness to scare me into going there. The times you acted so eccentric and wanted to release your inhibition you let off fireworks in your hallway when your mother was out ... before football training. Funny, loving reflections.
The other kid, the person I respected and loved, do you know what became of him? The origin of my story was around 27 years ago.

I will elaborate - years later about five to be precise, I was at High School. I was that lamb again. The other boys used to love to try and slaughter me at every chance. I was walking through the yard with a few weeks left until graduation. This bully came up, I had witnessed his antics numerous times on others. He stated simply "This is my territory." 

I smiled and replied (censored) "Suck my D...".

He tried to get me involved in an altercation, as I turned around to look at what I sensed was trouble, the entire school had already gathered in communal presence to observe. The gladiator arena had been suddenly built in the middle of the school for all to enjoy and embrace the mindless violence.

As I did this, another "warrior" grabbed me and pinned my arms held me down, hoping for the other "warriors" to gain the advantage of the battle. They did. I was kicked in the eye, so forcefully it caused bleeding in the eye that required later medical examination... it took months to heal and like crutches i used sunglasses to help comfort my injury. A large motivation was to hide the embarrassment because my ego gave a concern for what other people thought of me.

I came home from that experience just like a Bond Martini I was Shaken, not stirred. Well to be brutally honest I was stirred beyond belief. I was emotional. I was hurt emotionally, more than physically. I was in my bedroom alone dealing with the pain. My best friend at the time Adam, that morning had loaned me the album Automatic For The People by R.E.M. - it was a new release.

I put it on, with the intent it may just distract me.

Cue the song below, about track 4, this song came on, I had never in my life heard it before. It gets the best of people emotional - I cried. I cried and I cried. 

A knock at the door, I tried to get the macho man strength back, I could hear my Mother talking to a visitor. I tried to dry my eyes and face AND BE A REAL MAN. The Cure - what a band I loved at that time - BOYS DON'T CRY.

Guess who it was????

Just try and GUESS.

You remember the friend I related in the story above?

He had come to check I WAS OKAY. (Not the dead friend - Yes I may adopt some spiritual themes, but that pushes me too far into my former insanity themes.)

Reverse Gratitude, years later.

Getting back to the intent of my story and this blog, we walk through the mud. We do not need to allow it to forever be on our skin, in our hearts, and to hold back our minds.

To let go, is to let go of the things that prevent us from marching forward.

We can reach higher ground. We need not keep those crutches for longer than necessary. We need not be afraid of jumping from the mud pit and thinking life can be different. We need not fear change. We can build the life we want from dismissing the need to rely on excuses.

Birth - rebirth. The ability to die while we are alive in order to break free, and start to live without a cage, without restraint.

We have purpose, we have passion, we need to find what we love, embrace it. We need to understand that from pain can come the champion spirit to try and succeed.

You will fail, you will fall down, the question is, will you land on your back, facing upwards, so you can stand back up and punch your fist of determination at the shadows of the person you used to be? Or do you choose to lie face down and submit to defeat? Do you feel comfort in the sense of being able to take a breather and rest for a while? You might get back up when you choose, if you choose.
Or you can stand up like a fighter and prepare to take on the next round, with a view to victory.

You can build on the fact you are no better than anyone else. People may hate on you and think you have ego, or you are saying you are better than them. Inside it matters not. Inside is the heart you embrace and the passion that drives you forward. You can use the hatred or misguided opinions of others to; rather than stall your engine - to add to the intensity of the fuel.

Burn that shit up, take it out at the gym or whatever you use as your creative release. Stand tall, stand like you mean it. Do not cower to yourself to anyone else. The lamb can face the lion. The lamb can be remembered as superior - when the lamb helped and the lion simply devoured with the only intent for self-gain. To feed himself, ahead of the pride. To nourish himself. To reward himself at the expense of the others, including family and the entire tribe.

I have become what I tried to seek in my teenage years through experimentation - Comfortably Numb.

I always wanted the ability to have thick skin, to numb myself from what others thought and said about me. How I was perceived by anyone and everyone. I was a puppet pulled by my strings of conformity; to act like the rest... Not be unique. To be someone that just went through life without ever proving anything of value. Someone that never did anything. Someone in essence, who did not matter. A waste. Just a passenger on a train you glance at from your stranger's perspective - you may ponder me, my life, and never remember or think of me again.

I have gained the ultimate sense of comfortable numbness now in mind and body. I am stronger than I used to be. I am happy. I am me. I am a true divine source of love to myself, and I love to project that love from my heart to others. I might also add a reflection on that early school - a female teacher for reasons unknown to common sense, pondered and raised the question to the class, who is the best looking male here? The general consensus was in favour of the Jock. He had everything. Except to me, a brain. The teacher cast her eyes at me and said Oh but Colin is pretty attractive, he is quite cute, quite beautiful for a boy - BUT HE HAS NO BRAINS TO MATCH IT.
I add this out of no resentment or bitterness but to add another aspect - you are told things in the years of growth that help turn you into an adult, the things that shape and mould you. They truly define who you become your strength your desires your beliefs. If you are told things like - you will never be anything, you will never be successful, you are stupid, you are dumb, you will never be smart enough to finish university - you will never become a champion athlete - you are not as great as the person they believe is the best - you have weaknesses - you have attributes of failure, you will end up with a career shovelling fish guts at the wharf, I will add something and please forgive me for using this language - F**KING DISMISS THAT $HIT. 

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this mental journey, I took a seat on a train I once had a short trip - just to show others what that journey was like, and where the destination may lie. You can choose where your train heads, you cannot change where it came from, the people it picked up, the passengers good and bad along the way. The people who got off at certain stops. The people who smoked in your face when you tried to quit. The people who cast glances and made judgements who did not even know you. The people who told you to act in accordance with their beliefs. The passengers perhaps the female who smiled ever so lovingly and you both got talking. You formed a relationship you fell in love -it died- she got off. You felt sad. You kept on the train. You remembered her for the next hundred stops ahead or thousand. You hoped to see her step back on, She never did. The times you needed your earphones in to numb the emotions, the worrying. The anxiety that crippled you. Anything to dilute the fear you felt. The pain you tried to silence, but it always spoke in whispers. At times it shouted so loudly it made you deaf for long periods of time. But it was a constant companion you did not want always sitting beside you. You wanted it to leave but it kept talking and talking. It never stopped. The passenger known as a lack of self-confidence that prompted the teachers at every school to always keep making me attend classes on how to build self-esteem. Then the decision came. Something triggered an idea. A vision or a Dream of a new destination. A vision to reach and aim for place you thought was never possible to be granted a visa or passport.

HAPPINESS AND SATISFACTION are at this place. Love spends every minute here. Gratitude is a constant visitor that pops their head in the door and whispers, smiles and beams at me, each and every day. Awareness and flow, Synchronicity. Creative abundance, wisdom, balance. The manifestation of all I desire and work toward. I will list the text on an album of paramount importance to my early 14 years of age pain and turmoil - the inside cover of MCMXC a.D by ENIGMA quotes:

THE PATH OF EXCESS LEADS TO THE TOWER OF WISDOM - W. BLAKE.

THE PLEASURE OF SATISFYING A SAVAGE INSTINCT, UNDOMESTICATED BY THE EGO, IS UNCOMPARABLY MUCH MORE INTENSE THAN THE ONE OF SATISFYING A TAMED INSTINCT. THE REASON IS BECOMING THE ENEMY THAT PREVENTS US FROM A LOT OF POSSIBILITIES OF PLEASURE - S. Freud - IF YOU BELIEVE IN THE LIGHT, IT'S BECAUSE OF OBSCURITY, IF YOU BELIEVE IN HAPPINESS IT'S BECAUSE OF UNHAPPINESS, IF YOU BELIEVE IN GOD THEN YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE IN THE DEVIL. -father x - exorcist church of notre dame, paris.

Please take No religious perspective on that last one - I am simply relating in my blog to how if you believe in something one way you are forced into simple mainstream linear thinking.

Enjoy the two songs below, the first is Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

The second is the magic of the song that made my river flow. R.E.M. - Everybody Hurts. I will add that years later I learned that the drummer Bill Berry wrote a majority of the lyrics with large input from the rest of the band. Michael Stipe I think once said this song he desired the intention of it: to help kids through school who had endured hell. To help prevent that kid from perhaps slashing his or her wrists. To encourage them the act of throwing their hand and giving up was not the solution.

That river that flowed from listening to the song was something fraught with pain, I never wanted to swim in it, but now I can reflect on the act of cleansing it encouraged. 

Bless you all and Namaste.

Never listen to the Naysayer - a Christmas morning Special

1:35am Christmas Day MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!
(I was enjoying my sleep but ever since I started doing my Gillian Ross Meditations of the Breath Heart Light and Chakras, I guess the Universe says No - something more important you are destined to do, you can miss a little bit for the good of yourself and others.  For now time stands still. Not a complaint.)

I just felt compelled or guided to write some thoughts on how every single person on this earth, regardless of race, religion, aspirations, appearance (body shape and the perception of beauty) status, and any person that has any sort of challenges they faced in the past, remember the golden flow - it takes the worst in life to bring out the best, is more than capable of reaching success and happiness in their lives - through embracing change, if they are aware the current mindset or attitudes, and or fears and limitations currently hold them back.

If you take a differing opinion against the disability statement I will tell you a quick story. I used to always not bother even considering owning a bike because I had this idiotic fear or worry what if I was out riding it and I had a puncture - I would have no idea or capacity to change a flat tyre - imagine if the bike was my transportation to my employer or something?  imagine if I was 10km away from my home?  You may or may not be aware that someone that empowers their mind and becomes stronger usually learns to let go of worries as trivial as this, and not only is that certain worry a prime example of the useless thoughts some of us endure - (not that one for all mind you) - but it reinforces the effect not only did it hinder me it held me back with a fear that subsequently prevented me from enjoying a possibility in life.
But I am starting to deviate from the original story the flat tyre and disability.  I was given a link to this crazy YouTube video of this man who rode for a charity pursuit, without the full arm capabilities we all take for granted, please watch it I will try and include the link, it will make you realise why I am now planning to buy myself a bike.
http://youtu.be/AV4H04Rmkrw

If you want to consider a different mindset and attitude, and open the door to the possibility that your current life is not dictated by the premise of fear and an attitude of it can never change I am stuck. Nothing will ever work out... I will never be truly happy.  My life is destined for a plain below average day to day agony or struggle pity party. Than I am happy to tell you that you have a correct assumption waiting to be acted upon, at any time, at any age, at any stage in your life.  It is never too late or too early.  I like the general theme Jim Morrison expressed in a song (I cannot remember the exact lyrics I am just generalising the theory) he said something along the lines of when you die your life gets replayed back over and over as some kind of movie reel and you are forced to watch it over and over, so you better have some good incidents happening in there!
That lyric struck me so powerfully many years ago because it dawned on me my movie would never be considered by Hollywood in fact no person in their right mind would even contemplate sitting down with a box of popcorn and a drink to bother watching it, in fact they would get up and walk out after a few minutes; and more than likely - demand the ticket refund in pure disgust!  And if I myself was forced to watch it over and over I have one word I would love to type, or emotion I would feel REGRET.

This is a certain time of the year when many people consider change.  In the New Year most people are encouraged (to me personally for unknown logic it is the most chaotic unstable time of the entire year) - to embrace the weight loss initiative or to quit smoking and become healthier - great right?  No not at all when you witness the amount of carcasses you see lying on that path to success, in fact so many it scares the rest considering it from trying, or the ones who have started to turn back. Carcasses that are being lovingly picked apart by haters called vultures and family and friends who hated the fact the person even wanted to consider trying something many of them were not capable of, and therefore tried to put them down and instead of encouraging the idea in fact was a driving force in helping it reach failure.
Why on earth did I just negative rant like that?  Because one thing you will face with certainty if you make the decision to consider change in life - you will always encounter resistance.
Yes some family and friends may encourage and support you - but be warned some others might actually hate the fact and resent it because since they feel inadequate of doing it themselves, they will want to try and stop you or it makes them feel stronger keeping you weaker. 
I loved the person who came up with HATERS stands for Having Anger Toward Everyone Reaching Success.  Do not listen to them for a second - remember the wisdom of Arnold Schwarzenegger (For a beast of body he actually has a more powerful mind)  He says if he had listened to everyone that told him he could not do things in life - he would be nowhere in fact said:

If I would have listened to the naysayers I would still be in the Austrian Alps Yodeling. I would never have come to America. I always listened to myself say "Yes you can."
Many people told him that he was not suitable for Hollywood, his physique was crazy to even consider it, and I believe many people from the very beginning attempted to drive into him into the mindset of or the limitations of you cannot and will not do this.

So if or when you consider change make sure you plan and commit and be smart wise motivated and strategic about it - if you apply discipline and effort and sustain your desire in the face of the times when your mind and body feels like quitting - you will succeed.
I say You Will - notice that - I did not say You Can.
enjoy the decision you have taken and embrace the challenge and at the end SAVIOUR THE REWARDS.

You may read this and say oh very well oh perfect child of the universe who never battled ANYTHING you who was lovingly born with an easy road?
okay I will list some things I have overcome and beaten - My Dad left when I was so young a boy it slowed my progress to speech for years, and I was raised by my single mother who relied on welfare and part time jobs, we scraped by on a budget most would never have known for all my life.  My childhood was full of bullying I was weak and vulnerable held back by fear and such a lack of self confidence, the education system sent me for classes on building self-esteem.  At 13 years of age my dear Mother was at a bar, and a stranger came up to her and said urgently YOUR SON IS IN TROUBLE QUICK COME WITH ME - and after she jumped in his car he took her to an isolated park raped her and very nearly killed her - he had the belt around her neck and told her he was going to listen as she died, but an inner voice told her to praise him and he relented on the death wish.
I had a major mental breakdown from the shock of that and was placed into an adolescent psychiatry ward at that tender age and put on a medication that was in later years banned - because it caused instant death heart failure in random people.  Lucky I am typing this to you all.
I went onto a path of drug use and crime and smoked and drank and then the mental health system again was able to harness the power to bring me to my knees... not the caring doctors and nurses I am talking about the underfunded and the system back then that said: You must withdraw from society, be held back by self doubt for the remainder of your days, you will enjoy the prospect of not having a decent source of employment - in fact we want you straight on the disability pension and so forth oh and the meds - we will lovingly zonk you so hard you will be unable to get out of bed until after lunchtime and not only that the med and lack of motivation will make you explode in body weight to over 94.4kg which was considered obese by BMI standards ... and you are destined to embrace a life of anxiety and fears until oneday it kills you.
Anyway I now get great displeasure from even expressing all of this it sounds like ego talking again so you get the general gist.
I believe I just perfectly illustrated the reason why we should never judge or make assumptions about anyone or try and judge them for what they do or the reasons they do it.
They say you do not know until you walk a mile in someone else's shoes the true reasons for the way they behave, or the manner in which the mind treats them, or they allow it to, the drugs they might do, the things they abuse, or the way they may project hurt anger and violence.
But I am happy to say I am now 38 years old (yes I do not look it I am told by many) and I have overcome every single challenge life threw at me - I say life threw at me - interesting - I now might say the life I created for myself because it is clearly true you draw much of your thoughts actions emotions desires and create the environment around you - if you plan success expect to draw so many great fantastic like minded people into your path - you will know what I am talking about - doors start to open things start to happen but when you remain negative and clouded by the illusion of never embracing change that old life is stuck on rewind over and over and over again.
Just like Jim said GO OUT THERE AND CREATE SOME INTERESTING INCIDENTS!
and lastly the quote from Arnold and on this day you may be surrounded by some family or friends that will challenge this concept, I personally found this day many years ago a true challenge when some people in my life used to make me realise my lack of mental strength.
Have a wonderful day people of this beautiful universe Love and Light xx

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Namaste