The Way, it leads us on our path together, Taoism term, beautiful term.
Taoism, the Way is simply the way.
Yeah, exactly. That’s it. Nothing else.
Exactly, Fred, it means nothing, there is no path to follow, no nothing at all to hold onto for a reference point.
Yeah, mates, exactly.
There is no reference point in the way, the way is what it is to me as it is to you, my way. Now, this my way for you is my way too, not Fred’s way, my way, whoever I am/you are. Fred’s way is not your way, you’ve read it yeah? You don’t have to repeat this, haha, just a version of it, your version, your way.
But, what is that Fred, how can I know it if I don’t know it.
Exactly, bud, you don’t. You’re trying to force a life for yourself and it is getting worse, you think you know the way but your life not going the same direction is telling you it is not the way. Get where we are going? I bet you have already discovered money is not the way?
My life, it is going my way, clearly. Yeah, I’m still isolated. But, let’s look at it from another angle.
I am currently living in Ecuador, in the most phenomenal of phenomenal climates.
Surrounded by volcanoes, big hills, a waterfall that greets me every time I walk outside. Great hiking spots surrounding me. The Amazon jungle is a short drive away.
The food here is delicious and organic, coffee great, costs me fuck all.
Already met one ridiculously amazing woman, and a shitload of other amazing people.
I do not have to think about money for 10 to 12 months. Even then, the pension will be due to kick in, make that 10 to 12 months forever.
I never ever have to work again, do anything again, anything but what I want, like, forever and ever.
I do not have to attend this horrible function and that one, am not expected to be anywhere at anytime.
Wake up in the morning and do drugs if I want, other mornings don’t do them when I don’t want.
The pension will allow me to obtain dual citizenship. In my new country, then allow me to buy a stupid beautiful block of land, make it everything I could ever possibly want it to be. The pension here, or there, ensures whatever I want to do I can, forever and ever.
I’m 42, as fit and strong as fuck, with a whole life without any restrictions ahead of me.
Like, to be honest, it is sounding alright being me.
More importantly, I know I earned every moment of it, the Way, the proper way takes work. I have given you the absolute example of the work it takes, with the exception that you do NOT need to do it all alone like I have. There is no quickfix however, you must do it yourself, it is ridiculously hard but you can only learn your way, no other way to it. There is no guidebook besides your body, your world and what is happening in it right now.
The only thing you can do to find the way is be with yourself, be open to challenges of opinion, put yourself in company that brings value and nothing but value to your life, remember to regularly have no company at all.
So, we talk about stuff that helps us on our way and also the things that get in the way here, sure it’ll be fun.
My phone
Aye, aye, bloody aye. The telephone, jeepers creepers I despise this thing. I’m spending about four to five hours on it per day, the tablet, all things. This and entertainment, sport, all the rest. Mainly this, continuing to data dump everything in the head.
The phone is a tablet, does all functions. I justify the writing easily, what I put on screen takes about 25% of the time to handwriting. I love journalling and getting the stuff out so I double the amount I write. Spend half the time I used to spend journalling but getting a lot more trash out of el cerebro.
El cerebro, that’s brain in Spanish, so I study Spanish too. Couple of hours today.
Sport highlights and scores, haven’t porned in a few weeks, a little research and not much else.
Last night I just had to get rid of WhatsApp, like this is the shit that gets in the way.
Ding.
Sixty seconds pass.
Ding.
God.
Another three minutes go by.
Ding.
Godddddddddddd, better check it.
Young fella from the Wachuma space messaging me. I replied briefly, finished with happy journeys.
A bit later, Ding. Goddddddddd.
WhatsApp deleted.
Not a bad bloke, fantastic young man actually, just this ridiculously meaningless thing you all do. I once did. There is no relationship, anything real at all, in anything that happens through a screen. I can’t see your full expression, flow with the flow of all flows in conversation, sit back and watch you close your eyes and nod off to sleep. Like, there is no beauty in it, it is not the way.
Yeah, it has a great function, keep in touch with loved ones. But keep in touch, talk to them face to face on it. Is nothing like in person but at least it is still a pretty close version to personal. The other stuff is not!
Just shits me, like it is not a conversation, there is no intimacy, no realness done in any of the messaging. It is such a distraction of nothingness, a thing that keeps you distracted from the thing your way is begging you to stop distracting yourself from, You. Goddddddddd.
I’m having a durrie, I’ll be back.
Then after the messaging, I’m glad I do not have any other social garbage anymore. Even the medicine space, I just watch people mindlessly scrolling these things to fill their time. Pressing a button occasionally, a comment here and there, a little voice message.
Ding. Ding. Ding. The moment they put it down.
Guess what? Yep, it comes straight back up. Repeat repeat.
Now, on top of your phone, add your work, your television and every other screen you bury your head in. How long are you there? How often are you actually with you?
Mates, the phone, screen, is clearly no part of the way.
Waiting, the best everything
The phone, it gets in the way in another way, by not having stuff, Facebook in particular. It is really really REALLY hard to find things to do without it. So, I just gotta wait, which funnily enough is the best way to the way.
Oooh, I get to add some detail here to something from somewhere else. Yeah, my journal pals, I write stuff where I want to write, want to find out more you’re just going to have to find it.
Anja, said I was waiting for her response. No, I wasn’t, while I was. I wasn’t doing anything and going out or about, putting myself in places to meet people, because the body was stuffed post Wachuma.
Like, I don’t wait like that, please please please say yes. Like, it is a no, both ways. I am not there, she is not here. It is a no, simple. I’m not waiting for a yes no matter how perfect she may seem. I’m not attached to an outcome, needing this thing for myself, I am okay without it, right now it is not the right thing. I continue waiting.
The moment the body was good again hit the gym, great place to get involved in community, walked up a big hill, went half way again today before deciding on a new direction, checked out some of the attractions, looked into Spanish classes, took my books and study to a cafe and hung out there for ages. Yeah, just putting myself around people to meet people.
Not to meet people at all though, the intention/motivation behind my actions and activities is living the life I love, right now these things are it.
I’m not forcing myself on people either, Anja included. I do not know her response to my query, if there is one, WhatsApp is not coming back. I do not want it for any reason. The past is the past, it stays there, the present is now, I live there, the future will be what it is, I’ll wait for it.
Waiting, we get this wrong in the healing space. We force ourselves onto a situation and try to control it, make it what we want it to be.
For example, I could easily walk up to women and start chatting with them, make them laugh, keep the chat going a little bit, possibly get a yes when I toss out a dinner invite. I would approach women I find attractive, who I’d really like to do this and that with, things that meet my definition of what I want.
But, this is not waiting. It is me trying to make the situation, in my case isolation from women, what I want it to be. Was the problem in the first place.
Waiting is what I already explained I do. Just continue living my life, doing the shit I love and I will meet the right people to meet through it. I simply have to wait, continue being me, and wait until the right opportunity presents to move forward on my way.
Any time I give in to attachment, need, desire, the feelings in my body and let them drive me forward, like in the meeting women example, I am blocking my way, forcing my path. The key to the way is to be you, only you, interact in the world (work included, all the necessary normal world spaces) in your own way and only it. It takes a lot of work, over time the results become beyond obvious, we understand the wait is worth the work.
The way requires a lot of waiting. But, again, you don’t have to wait with your fingers in your arse on the couch, but you can, it’s fun. Live your life, your life, do shit you love and only that and your loves will come to you. It is the best waiting, the best of the best of anything to be honest, waiting becomes your best everything.
You are
What do you reckon the number one thing getting in the way is? Of course, you already know the answer, gave it to you.
You are.
Okay, imagine that thing that you want, you are seeking in everything you do, is sitting right in front of you. Not talking relationships, talking a free person. A completely free person, a person who knows, an enlightened man. Whatever word you use for what you are seeking.
Now, one’s first rationale behind not accepting this thing is because it is saying it is this thing, a this thing wouldn’t call itself a this thing, nope. A whatever would never say that.
Herein lies the problem with your arguement mates, why the hell wouldn’t he? What does that type of a person have to hide? Especially something as meaningless as a pathetic word, any pathetic word? Wouldn’t they just tell the truth? Isn’t that why you seek these people out in the first place, medicine too, for truth?
What am I? Where did I come from? What is my purpose? What is freedom, heaven, enlightenment, universal consciousness, oneness, unity? Isn’t this the true you are seeking?
Like, to me, it does not make sense for guru to not just say things how they bloody are. Like, use your brain.
Would not tell me to use my brain! Mate, if someone is not telling you to use your brain when you’re not using your brain they are not someone worth spending three seconds with. Fucking dumb cunt.
They wouldn’t swear and call you names apparently. Again, why not, it’s true, all the above repeat it. It’s as funny as hell when you put your junk back in its trunk, stop being being such a pissie little bitch. A wet paper bag.
Know you love that one Danyel, figured I’d let others love it too!
Like, what you want this thing to be is getting in the way. Only you, and your community, are doing this to you.
You are!
Freedom is so far out of the picture for you it is not funny. Had a rad joke building and all but put it away, this is serious. You are getting in your way.
Start by changing the crap you pay attention to, be open to other views and understandings, remove the discrimination from you.
For example, someone who came from the Eastern background and un-Easterned his approach even though a particular way was forced on him, Krishnamurti. He is complicated to understand if you are complicated. Simplify you and you will understand him.
Alan Watts, easy to listen to in every way. Highly recommend listening to him.
Both these guys are talking about the same thing I am, getting in your own way. They do it differently, beautifully, and they more meet your current definition of what you want. Don’t mind you don’t want to listen to me, but listen to someone who is worth listening to at least.
Again, please stop getting in your own way.