This morning something pulled me back to bed after I got up.
I considered it guidance, and I got back to bed.
What came next was amazing: trips down memory lane, all centering around mental illness, mental stability, your TLB, and what was in common among the many people I remember so clearly, people I spent time with in mental institutions.
As an empath, other people's feelings, emotions tend to tug at me. today 99% of what I feel is not mine... But before I became conscious, before I started to climb the consciousness tree, 30% of the feelings I felt were mine. I also had a lot more noise in my head... all talking at the same time.
The only reason I know, with 20/20 hindsight, that I was hospitalized not for what I felt, is that none of the medication worked... I wasn't the person who was crazy, I just felt the craziness of others.
My theory of mental illness has always been that it is an escape... a hiding place.
Your mind, your stupid part, has no direct knowledge about reality. It has no concern, no regard to reality... It has in it what the memes have programmed it to have... 1% reality, 99% b.s. And your mind is, therefore, your worst friend. It is killing YOU and it is killing your life... sometimes slowly, sometimes really fast. 1
How Many Different Ways Do You Know Your Mind Keep You Trapped In A Dead End Loop Of Activity?
I've told you about me, finally, awakening that there is a mosquito invasion in every window of my duplex.
So I've researched for ways to get rid of the mosquitoes that doesn't involve chemicals, doesn't involve flame throwers, and expensive carbon monoxide machines.
One recipe called for brown sugar. I have never bought brown sugar, and I didn't feel good buying a pound of brown sugar for the mosquitoes... but I remembered that I had some black-strap molasses in my kitchen cabinets. After all brown sugar is not perfectly cleaned sugar... mostly they just mix the white sugar with some molasses... I can do that.
The mosquitoes love the molasses. They buzz above them, and then they go too close and the sticky gooey molasses trap them. They move around but can't get out.
This reminds me that we could talk about the morass: the mind's way to keep you trapped in useless servitude so you can't move forward.
This is a four years old article. I am rewriting it to include fixed mindset, the distinction from Carol Dweck's book, Mindset.
When the mind takes over your perception you see what your mind wants to see.
We have all experienced how the mind tricks us into believing that something other than what's happening is happening.
When you are dizzy, sea-sick or drunk: the room seems to be spinning. When someone tells you skinny is good, you start liking skinny. When someone tells you you are ugly, you start seeing ugly.
Here are some examples:
1. You are not allowed to see what your mind doesn't allow you to see...
...this is why Japanese soldiers could not see, till the end, that they were beaten.
More than that: Japanese soldiers enlisted into the Japanese navy, but never considered that they should learn to swim: the option that their vessel would sink never occurred to them: after all their emperor was invincible. They would not even make any moves to get a life preserver when they were under attack: their mind told them that nothing can, nothing could happen to them... and they died by drowning... victims of the mind hiding reality from them.
I will start with a confession: this is new knowledge. I myself have been part of the "not on the top" people...
Let me explain what happened.
About a month ago I read an article that had a list of 20 books that Charlie Munger recommends.
I measured Charlie Munger's overall intelligence at 150. And decided that he probably knows something that I don't. Both Warren Buffet and Bill Gates say that he is the smartest person they know... so who am I to not want to learn from him.
But instead of learning from what he says (you'll see why later in this article), I decided to learn from where he learns from.
We have been doing the same in the 67 steps coaching...
So I promptly ordered four of the books on his book list, and started to read.