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There’s an experiment where they administer electric shocks to dogs, then even when they end the shocks the dogs won’t move. defeat internalized from random shocks, the nervous system’s collapse, the millionth pebble, the death by a thousand cuts. It’s what I felt when I watched him stand too close behind her, at that town hall. Fight, flight, or freeze? We all froze together as a nation. (why didn’t the moderator step in and ask him to move back, why didn’t she just turn around to face him?) Then I don’t know maybe it was Harvey how he humiliated all those women, like they were nothing, magnified by how many times we’ve seen them in the movies, like a giant mirror that went on and on forever, that woke us up and reminded us we’re over half the population. Or maybe like mother nature we’ve become unreasonable irrational (hysterical) because like her we’re thawing from an overload of toxins, or maybe it’s the real witches that were hunted, burned alive, so many millions that now are on the rise, maybe fury buried, under ice, for centuries, like an ancient virus stays alive. or maybe we’re just tired of being constantly diminished and devalued undermined dismissed humiliated objectified, insulted dismantled mocked assaulted interrupted followed and intimidated, underpaid and never hired demeaned and groped and raped and beaten murdered by definition patronized, the good guys too, the poor and marginalized, the fucked up choice they have to make (if they even get to), between integrity which comes with being feminized (a synonym for brutalized) or join the sadomasochistic misogynistic club of fascists. either way like the planet, we’ve hit our limit our survival is at stake and we’ll destroy what threatens it and compost it like shit until Harvey’s nothing but a memory of garbage we transformed and as our feet stomp rich soul we’ll marvel at our own collective mastery, our alchemy, our own resilience. if not, together we will perish and hope that life itself contains its own sustaining brilliance more potent than the cancer of unbridled growth, the death embrace of business.
What is productiveness?
I am really having to surrender into the honest introspection of what it means to be productive.
Because, well, I have accumulated more hours of “doing nothing” in the past 6 months than the past 6 years.
However, this “doing nothing” is a funny statement.
For although my material realm has consisted of not much movement,
My interior world is undergoing a complete metamorphosis
And this is in fact the single most important thing I could be doing with my life.
It is not just “productive”… it is fundamentally imperative.
And in a world where we are constantly seeking out grander sense desires and comparing ourselves to ideals…
It is a sacred gift to have both the time and burning desire to cultivate enduring peace and boundless happiness… for spiritual development.
Nonetheless, I am becoming more aware that the opposing catalyst to this necessary transformation is the subtle nagging concern of what others will think.
I couldn’t count the number of times someone from home asked me, “Well… what are you doing with your days? ”
The honest answer: No-thing. I am trying to learn how to not “do”… how to unravel this need to be a “doer” who is always “doing”. But what I end up saying is a bunch of bullshit fluff in order to ease their appraisal of me and, more aptly, to ease my own distorted perception of self-worth.
The honest truth is, life has been passionately conspiring for my awakening.
And what I currently need to best develop is to be placed in a circumstance where I literally can not do a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g…even if I wanted to (which, trust me, ego has desperately wanted to.) Life has perfectly crafted a situation in which there is absolutely nowhere to hide from the ignorance that still cunningly dwells in my mind.
I have spent 26 years captured at the reins of trying to feel “good enough”
And despite my arduous efforts, and superficial success, of excelling at everything I try my hand at… I still never felt “good enough.” But I now ask, where is this scale that says “You did good today” or “You sucked today”? And who the hell made it? (continued below ...👇)
Nowwww I’m ready for NC! @schorty_barbette was excited to turn the hawk pink and she didn’t disappoint!!! Dyed, cut, and beard game on point. Feeling strong and pretty. So ready for Saturday and to compete. Gonna be a blast seeing so many people!! Ready for laughter, smiles, hugs, and pictures. Then go nuts and make a lot of noise @sbd.usa @anarchystrengthusa @anarchystrength #pinkhair#pinkhairdontcare#strongandpretty#mrfuscular#beardporn#bearded#masculine#strongman