VRILL INSIGHTS
DON'T LIVE WITHOUT MAGIC
Shout out to the atheistic optimizers. Even the religious ones.
A decade of chasing the perfect ideal (defined by me and ever changing) I slowly begun to come to terms with the idea that I might be doing life wrong.
Most atheists stop their self-improvement obsession within months, some stay for years and the most autistic stay for a decade.
Eventually reality catches up to you. Healthier, wiser, smarter, richer, but something fundamental is missing.
Filling a spiritual void with the material does not work.
And so it forces us to accept the spiritual is real, or shut down and concede the faux fact that reality lacks magic.
I refused to concede so I had to transcend.
The guiding north star used to be my own idea of the ideal.
How to get there was a long string of logical steps, goals and outcomes.
Both changed constantly as I experienced, grew and learnt more.
Every decision was filtered through this insanely complicated structure.
Every decision became dreadful and maximally important.
I am not an omniscient being. I'm a fallible human with insufficient wisdom and knowledge.
Why would I trust that either my defined ideal or the path that allegedly leads there is correct?
Well I didn't. Constant doubt, constant existential dread by perhaps not living up to the ideal.
I would only justify my own existence if I was perfect. Whatever that means.
In a state of constant, self-denial, self-hate and self-doubt eventually you break.
It's been a slow process of deprogramming all of this. Years and years.
But the true tipping point came when I understood the implication of the word faith. A word that doesn't really exist in Swedish.
The faith is closer to trust than belief. Belief is something you do. Active. Do you believe in God?
Faith is something you have. But it is not a thing so it is something you must accept in to your psyche.
Do you have faith in God?
The leap of faith then is not about allowing yourself to believe in something undefinable.
It is about allowing your narcissistic big ass frontal lobe to no longer be in command of your mind.
The frontal lobe is a tool. It is Luciferian to give it more power than it should have.
The awe inspired kid within you is supposed to be in the driver seat.
The kid has a sense of truth, of the highest good, of his divine destiny.
He lives somewhere between the physical and the magical.
That is you. You are not only a physical being making logical decision based on facts. And you know this.
Taking the leap of faith means replacing your north star with Truth, with the highest good, with God.
Call it whatever you want, it doesn't matter as long as you sense it.
As soon as you actually take the leap all the hundreds of thousand of pathways you should take, and things you should do, and ways you should act dissipate into nothingness.
The thing you aim at goes from being abstract, hard to define, and far far far away. Instead it becomes crystal clear. Not in vision, not in articulation, nor thought but in sense or essence, or knowing.
You used to be here. And the ideal was so far away that you could barley see it.
Now you are still here but there is no distance between you and the ideal.
The ideal becomes a mirror or a lens through which you interact with while dancing in reality.
You act in the material and get feedback in the spiritual. You integrate the two and move forward.
Mistakes are no longer mistakes, they become signals, teachers, forcing functions for alignment.
You start to realize that more actions is better. That planning, and contemplating, and ruminating is anti God because he cannot speak to you through your mind.
Retardmaxxing is conceptually so attractive to so many because it is touching on this with one word. Everyone knows they should be dancing through reality in an awe inspired manner.
But no one knows how. We killed the magic.
The Master and his Emissary lays out how the west, since the enlightenment has over valued the left hemisphere. The logical, the scientific, the categorical mind.
The right hemisphere has largely been forgotten and denied. The hemisphere that sees nuance, the abstract, the magic.
The retardmaxxer is the one who embodies the awe inspired child within. The one that aggressively acts and recalibrates.
The speed of iterating is key in all things. The ability to let go and move forward. The lack of attachments to the material (things, thoughts, ideas).
I'll leave you with this.
Why would you deny yourself a magical dance with reality?
That's it no edits, one take, from the kid.
PS... your frontal lobe is a tool. Keep the tool sharp, just don't let it drive.
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Love you guys, bye
BY: @MJ
