You know that thing that keeps happening that fucks you up?
That state that occurs just when you’re about to find a bit of happiness?
That obstacle that manifests just before you start to realize what the fuck this life shit is all about?
I’m talking about all that which distracts you from who you actually are and all the shit that traps you in this persistent illusion we call reality.
Be it an emotion, a reaction, a situation or a circumstance.
An illness or a desperate desire.
A disappointment, an addiction, an aversion, an attraction, whatever the fuck.
These obstacles that seem to thwart our momentum simply need to be re-branded, they are mother fucking portals.
So, try that, re-write your narrative.
A typical unproductive narrative is one laced with excuses like:
I can’t be successful because of this fucking obstacle.
I can’t be happy because of this circumstance.
I can’t do this thing because of this inability.
I can’t be enlightened because of this blockage.
Bullshit, it’s all bullshit.
I mean all of it. That unproductive excuse ridden shitty narrative is literally something you have made up by default.
But so too, is a positive narrative.
Put this in your brain pipe and smoke it-
Reality has no inherent meaning.
The meaning of life is to give life meaning.
Whatever meaning you want, you get to make up the rules.
We are meaning making meat machines.
Atomically speaking we are made entirely of emptiness and a tiny bit of energy.
Furthermore, you never have and never will, whilst inhabiting a meat golem made of stardust, be able to directly perceive reality as it truly is.
We do not experience reality, we only experience our own mind.
So, no matter what story you want to tell yourself about reality, it’s just made up bullshit so, why not make up some bullshit that propels you rather than halts your progress?
Welcome to the new “story of you”.
A story in which adversity is your greatest ally.
Difficulty is your favorite teacher.
Instead of placing obstacles on your own path, install doors.
And what do you do with a door, with a portal? You fucking commit and you go through it.
Imagine a life where you get excited about shit that fucks you up because you now know that adversity is the gateway to peace.
And I say peace instead of happiness on purpose.
You can aim for happiness if you want, but remember, if you aim for happiness then you are also aiming for sadness.
Because happiness is just an oscillating polarity and it does not exist without its opposite.
Peace though, at least the kind that I’m pointing at, is where it’s at because it is independent of outer circumstances and even inner responses.
This peace is the ocean of awareness that lies under and supports the waves of duality created by thought.
The swell of attraction and aversion.
The shallow tidal currents of love and hate.
The foam of thought that you identify with and call “Me’.
So try this:
Change your unproductive bullshit narrative into a useful bullshit narrative.
Remember that reality is made entirely of mind, and I mean that literally.
And whatever bullshit narrative you choose- your “reality” will conform to it.
It really fucking will, it already fucking does!
The reality you perceive as “out there” is just a predictive model created “in here”.
My unsolicited advice though is to try not get too tied up in how this relates to religion or woo woo or quantum theory or manifestation shit or even psychology, otherwise you’ll create yet another thought trap.
Fold your awareness inside out.
Pay attention to your attention.
Don’t think too much about it because it’s not a thought, it’s an experience.
Make your life a gnostic knowing that requires nothing but your own experiential awareness of your own awareness.
All that other shit just strengthens the thought plane.
So, next step, by rebranding alleged obstacles into portals, the way you go through said portals is both simple and difficult as fuck.
When that shitty thing, that alleged obstacle comes, as soon as you realize you are lamenting it flip the script and then- let it be whatever it is and simply stop resisting.
That’s it.
That is the portal to peace because suffering is nothing more than resistance to “what is”.
Next thing you want to do is forget all this bullshit I just said so as to not accidentally weave some new bullshit narrative which will get you further stuck in the gooey quagmire of the thought plane.
Forget it and practice.
You will discover endless opportunities occurring throughout your day, every damn day.
Every little thing, even mild annoyance or boredom to major emotional reactions or even and especially devastating circumstances, try to stop resisting them and you’ll see what I mean by- it’s difficult.
That resistance you feel is the direct evidence that you have a bullshit narrative that is being threatened.
And who we think we are is a bubble woven entirely of narratives.
It’s called the ego and it is terrified of popping.
When you stop resisting what is, part of that narrative must dissolve into the light of your own awareness.
And your bubble skin gets thinner, can you handle that?
Can you handle exposing what you actually are by sacrificing who you think you are?
You think your bubble skin into being.
The “woe is me” bullshit narrative and the “I’m fucking awesome” bullshit narrative both make up the bullshit bubble in the ratio that you determine by which bullshit narrative you adopt, choose or fabricate.
So consider doing it with discernment.
And remember that you’re not actually the bubble.
What you actually are is the wakeful emptiness it its middle.
When you really manage it, to stop resisting something that’s been stored up in you, you can literally feel it run through and leave your body. It’s fucking weird.
It’s then that you uncover something extraordinary.
Peace is not a new state that comes unto you.
Peace is what is revealed when you offload your bullshit.
And make no mistake, it is all bullshit.
This thing I’m calling “peace” I could also call “presence” or “the one thing true” or awareness without the “of”.
I bet you have a name for it too.
Different cultures have called it all kinds of shit since time immemorial.
That’s all bullshit too.
There is a way of experiencing it, aka, yourself, that’s much closer to the truth of what you are.
It only requires letting go of who you think you are.
But, I know, this isn’t for everyone.
This is for the folks who are hungry, or even desperate for actual truth above all else.
You know who you are.
But there’s something here for everyone and if you can’t seem to stop resisting “what is” at first then there is something else you can do to minimize suffering and to loosen things up.
You can watch, you can observe.
Watch the murky bullshit bubble skin of “life sucks, booo”
And equally watch the transparent rainbow sheened bubbly bubble skin of “life is fucking amazing, rainbows unicorns yada yada”.
Don’t let either one trap you.
The proof that you are not your thoughts is that you can observe your thoughts.
The act of observing creates an observer, you, and the observed, thoughts.
It’s called metacognition and it’ll give you a bit of distance.
It’s kind of like meditating while you’re doing shit like, you know, living your life.
So the next time you feel bad or have a shitty reaction to something try to watch it happen instead of being trapped into identifying with the shittiness.
Your not fighting or squashing it, your not encouraging or perpetuating it, you’re just watching it play out.
How fucking fortunate are we who have so many opportunities eliminate our aversion to adversity?
See what I mean? Like that. Re- brand that bummer bullshit with productive bullshit, get excited that you are getting a front row seat to your own resistance.
Then watch that excitement transform said resistance.
Look inward at the clockwork of your own thought plane.
The nuts and bolts of your own mind.
The circuits and the ones and zeros within your wrinkly pink meat computer.
The very guts of the ego itself.
Some folks will never ever see that shit because they are to busy BEING that shit.
Remember that you are not your fucking thoughts.
Now to be clear, this isn’t spiritual bypassing or detachment or any kind of holier than thou aloofness whatsoever.
When you stop resisting “what is” then “what is” can be allowed to run through you as opposed to becoming stored or hidden or dammed up within you through resistance.
It’s a vulnerable and honest way of living, which scares the shit out of the ego.
It’s the most intimate way of existing because you get to feel it all as it moves through you, as it, in a way, purifies you of your own bullshit.
As opposed to trying not to feel shit by storing it in a stress tank that will eventually blow…
So, you know, try not to blow yourself.
Turn adversity itself into a portal to the underlying peace that you already are and you will become free from the topsy turvy turbulence of the waves of observed reality as you enjoy them from the depths of your own awareness. Toodles!
