Throughout life up until now, I moved backwards and sideways in my reality via the Level 1 complicated way of ‘thinking more to achieve less’ (as you should know by now because I’ve rattled on and on about little else…). Unfortunately, it was a psychodemic only ever looked at and dealt with superficially up until a few years ago. In other words… I lived rigidly, clumsily and stupidly when producing outwardly in the real world. While inwardly, I felt I had everything perfectly crisp. You see, that’s the catch 22 of a Level 1 revolving door! 🤦🏻♂️
And these habits weren’t only ‘sometimes’ either which might have been ok. But a ‘lack of flow’ from too much thinking ruled almost all aspects of physical life, which I then went the extra step to compensate by manufacturing a ‘fake flow’ from refined foods and chemicals.
Well, the harder stuff of booze and drugs created a greater artificial space to combat my idea compression-depression cycle. On top, it also made my unreal world look and feel particularly real, which thereby fed my ego even more so that I ended up living in another reality altogether. ‘Compression of time leads to a depression of mind’ is what I ultimately worked out though. This is exactly why I escaped and floated my way through life.
You see, when I wasn’t stumbling like a fool, I was drifting about on a cloud like a fool. So either way, I ended up a fool. Which meant that I was a total fool.
My everyday traits were driven by an unrealistic future that turned out to be nothing more than a byproduct from overloading the sensors
So the Next Question Arose…
How do I shift this internal overactivity that’s burning ablaze inside and transfer its energy outwardly, strengthening my interaction with the real world?
Instead of running up and down the house like a locked up kid on sugar, I needed to get outdoors asap.