Bad News Ben

"Shamanism is a path of knowledge, not of faith, and that knowledge cannot come from me or anyone else in this reality. To acquire that knowledge, including the knowledge of the reality of the spirits, it is necessary to step through the shaman's doorway and acquire empirical evidence." ~ Michael Harner

This one is a mixed bag. A few will have this on deck already, but most are going to really think this is bad news. It is bad news. I mean let’s be honest, if I show up in someone’s life it’s almost always a whole lot of bad news. The worst of the news I give comes down to two things essentially. First is that we do not have control, and the second is that we do have control. It is a lot like the bit about one being an atheist, or agnostic. If a fella believes in god, I don’t. If a fella doesn’t believe in god, I do. If a fella thinks he has control, I’ll tell him he doesn’t. If a fella thinks he has no control, I’ll tell him he does. Either way we go about it; I’m giving bad news. Crazy Wisdom maker in the house. Embodied hopelessness. This will be made clear here real quick like. 

Just about everyone I know, myself included, does this thing; we tell stories after the fact. We all have been taught to put this primacy on thoughts. Some sequence of events will occur, and then we will more often than not create some story in our head, mostly for a false sense of control, about why it had to go that way. Something something, such and such, if that hadn't’ have happened just that way, this wouldn’t have happened. I could give countless examples from my own life, and just as many from all the various people over the years whom I have spoken with about trauma and god. Here again, as always, we have many different ways in which we could look at this particular phenomenon. I am merely painting a picture with words. DO NOT CONFUSE THE WORDS FOR THE THING! FIND OUT FOR YOUR SELF!

I think here, it’s important to mention it all again. I can’t say it enough, this is only a way of thinking about it. This is not how it actually is. It is beyond complicated in reality. It takes a rather ridiculous amount of studying to figure out all that the unconscious does, and then even more to apply in actual reality to see for one’s self what is what. We have got to start somewhere though. This whole concept can be said in so many different ways. We have got to see the phenomenon. I know my attempt to break this down is dumb redneck true and through, but go and try to discern Jungs attempt. It’s a rather large undertaking to fully digest the thought of Jung. Goddamn man. I am most likely describing a mountain to a blind man here. 

We seemingly have this immediate layer of the unconscious available to us consciously, and with some dedicated inner work, we can in fact make this layer conscious. We can become fully conscious of our feelings. This way of thinking seems to make the most immediate layer of our unconscious the physical body. We can argue though, this is only because of the abuse we endured, that we are unconscious of our own body. It didn’t have to go that way, but it just does for most of us. Regardless of cause, this is within our means, as a man, to do. Now, whether we get picked to be the kind of man to have to do this in life, may not exactly be up to us. When we talked about feelings and emotions, I made it clear that the body, the seemingly most immediate layer of the unconscious, spontaneously reacts to experiences. Fundamentally, there is another layer to the thing, that does think. The Jung way to talk about this has worked very well for me in life. It’s a way of compartmentalizing the psyche. Jung taught me to think of these various characters, archetypes, all these various aspects of my personality, my instincts, etc. as separate things within myself. This is what is meant by it being only a way of thinking about it. It’s all ultimately one single thing without any separation. We are a living whole. It is literally our thinking, the thinking voice in our head, that cuts the whole into little bits. So here, if we identify too much with our thinking, we end up thinking we can actually separate the whole into parts. We can’t.  We are never actually dividing anything. This is only a way of attempting to see one’s Self just a little more clearly, by focusing on the different parts. Much like the Earth. I can never see the whole thing, but I can go around studying all it’s various parts, to get a sense of the whole. 

The straightforward way to say it is that the unconscious is it’s own person. My particular unconscious, has a “mind” of its own, just like yours. It is its own thing. It has a personality which is vastly different from that of my ego self. It is drastically different from the “I” which I think I am. It has its own wants, needs, desires, dreams, etc. all the same shit the ego has. In the Castaneda syntax he talks a lot about the double. In his syntax there is a difference between second attention, and the double. This was his way of speaking of the different levels, or layers, of the unconscious. There is another me (Self), dreaming me (ego). This is why it is so important to capitulate the ego over to this much greater thing; the Whole, the Self, God, our unconscious. It is the creator of our individual conscious life. Most have this completely backwards by thinking their ego runs the show. Some will even admit intellectually that their ego isn’t running the show, but will still continue to identify with that thinking voice in the head. That’s a living example of the words not actually being the thing. 

I don’t think it is easy for anyone to come to terms with this. It’s a total mind fuck to anyone who thinks the public educated, cultural way of being is actually how it is. Horseshit! In both of these syntaxes neither Jung or Castaneda liked to use the word god. Castaneda was a legit atheist. This force in our lives creating our individual consciousness is not the thing that created the universe. It is the force that creates our lives here on earth. Neither of these men called this other thing god. One can most definitely do this, call it god, and everything will still go as it should. But then that day will come, and god will not be there, so then one learns the truth. Fucking brutal that. I learned this truth sitting in a cell as a child with no one coming to save me, not even god. Just a brutal lesson for anyone. If a fella doesn’t learn this lesson he can never be a man. 

Lucky for us, it doesn’t cause much ego inflation to think of the unconscious as god. That is the most important part; maintaining a lack of self importance. Using discernment to avoid ego inflation. This inflation is when the ego is taking credit for the things that the unconscious, the Self, or god does. If I start running around acting like it is “me” doing these things, when in fact it is actually my unconcious doing it, then we say I am an egomaniac, or that I’m full of myself, ego inflated etc. Any person who has been chosen to find out the truth, who does this, is doomed to fall flat on their face. Our unconscious simply will not let us live this lie. It’s pretty easy to see in egomaniacal people with no proper self worth, or sense of self, how they just fail at everything they do. I have definitely been that guy. They “think”, like I did, that they are running the show, and the unconscious will just repeatedly show us that we are not. This lesson is repeated until learned. 

So, we should be able to see Brother, just how quickly this gets fucky, because a certain part of the unconscious is up to us. We have control, and we don’t. We do in fact have some control over some of it. There are a lot of books about the power of the subconscious mind. Mainly though, this control I speak of, comes through as awareness. My real control over it, is to be aware of it. Think of a car coming down the road. I have no control of the incoming car, but if I am aware of my situation, I can prevent myself from stepping out in front of it. We have control, and we don’t have control of our own mind. 

What’s that abstract spiritual jargon about god creating god to experience itself? Surely one is familiar with this type of spiritual metaphor about god. That is not a metaphor, that is really happening. The unconscious creates in our individual self, a consciousness, in order to become aware of itself. Endless fucking loop this! Our individual unconscious is also part of the collective unconscious, and that is another layer to the thing. Most don’t feel comfortable thinking about us primates like ants, with a hive mind, because everyone is so set on putting this primacy on their own uniqueness. Scientists have shown that primates learn from other primates via a collective unconscious. We do in fact have a hive mind. 

This is masculinity in effect.  Here we are getting close to the original point I wish to make. As a male, we do not get to live unconsciously, (simply make up stories about how and why it went the way it did), because any and all attempts to do so will only lead to needless suffering. As males, who have been called to seek truth, are doomed to never endingly discern. Attempting to tell stories for a false sense of control will just absolutely ruin a fellas life. Let’s leave it to the females to live their lives unconsciously. They are the ocean (unconscious), and we must climb the mountain (conscious awareness).

Man there are just so many ways to go about saying this. All I can do really is just keep adding another layer. We all have a purpose in life, and our unconscious knows what this is. It will not let us out of our primary purposes in life. Literally. We can just absolutely and completely fuck our lives up in so many various ways, but never in any way that would prohibit us from learning the particular lessons we are here to learn. 

I know a high functioning narcissist. The real deal. I’ve had to work with her. I’ve lived with one of her lovers. I’ve also lived with one of her best friends. I’ve known many others that have had to deal with her. I’ve had a bird’s eye view of this individual from many different angles. I’ve not bragged about it much yet, but one of my main specialties is studying people, and I’ve studied this person thoroughly. I know how she thinks, I know how she was raised. I know how she acts when she thinks no one is paying attention. I know how she acts drunk.  I did not study her because of something special about her, but that I do it to absolutely every single person who comes into my proximity. When I was a child, I did this as a means of survival. As an adult it is just a way of being. I turned my shit into gold. It’s really shitty the initial reason I studied people, but in adult life it's a real deal tactic. Anyways, I was studying this person at a time when I myself was still a raging grandiose narcissist, and this bitch was a bane to my existence. I’d actually studied compared to her, and my grandiose ass knew exactly how to “save the world” and change the system. Unlike me she was fat, lazy, and dumb. Literally. Fat, lazy, and dumb. Just like me though, she had no self worth either. That’s what makes us raging narcissists; no self worth. So I hear I was, watching this person with none of the trappings of power, getting opportunity after opportunity thrown her way. Right in my face is this lazy dumb person was getting every single opportunity that I myself wanted. I had it in my head that if I were healed I’d finally get these kinds of opportunities, but here’s this person worse off than I was regarding being healed of trauma getting all the opportunities that I wanted. Brother let me tell you, the unconscious is fucking savage. Just rubbing my face in it. Opportunities that I would have killed for, begged and pleaded for. 

I was looking at it from every angle I could think of. What is it that she has, that I do not, that is manifesting these opportunities? Why do I never get any of these opportunities? Why is this happening? This lazy person never once capitalized on any of the opportunities that were literally just handed to her. Not one single fucking time. I would have been able to become famous. I’m not like her. I work my ass off. I go hard. I understand power, and would have only just kept acquiring more and more once I had my foot in that door. I was bitter, no lie, but more than anything confused, and confused is a good place to be. 

Well, it’s rather obvious to say, but it seems we have different life lessons to learn, her and I? Most of my lessons come from the lowest. Fame and fortune would have prohibited me from learning the shaman things I was born to learn. We can see here, my ego wanting something, and my unconscious wanting something else. I had prayed to be what I was born to be, but I was still that raging narcissist. I still had a deep mother complex, and in my efforts to get that love, I was doing what a female thought I should do, become rich and famous. I’m not sure this other person is even learning any lessons. So here, I’m trying to illustrate the difficulty involved in these stories we tell. I was telling stories about being born for power, and to become famous. My plan was to do this by fixing the system. I can honestly say, my unconscious thwarted every attempt I made to become successful via the food system. It was only after the fact, when I quit trying to tell stories, that I had to accept my low status in life. There is a Zen saying about either going with the flow, or be dragged. I was getting dragged through the mud. I was creating my own suffering by telling stories. Simply because I wanted a female to love me. Man this just really fucks our lives up. 

A hypothetical what if? What if the purpose of our life is just a thing we say at eighty years old to some kid or other some sunny day right before we die? What if the whole entire purpose of our life is a single conversation at the end of our life with another human being that is just starting at life? All the rest is just a game as Watts would say. That may seem crazy, but that is a real possibility. Public education and culture really fuck up a fellas ability to think, particularly in regards to the meaning of life. What if all our unconscious is ever doing is making sure we get to that one single conversation with the appropriate wisdom on deck. What if that is true? Then that means all the other shit, that had nothing to do with it, was completely up to our ego self, and in our ignorance, we just went around piling suffering on the suffering totally fucking confused, because we don’t know how to think. 

Brother listen to me, god will not teach us how to think, because that is within our means to do for ourselves. We must do this for ourselves. Our unconscious will indeed give us the tools, the means, the experiences, the people, situations, etc. so that we can achieve this end, but it will not just do it for us. Even my stupid ass, with all my raging self importance, and specialness, went to other men for help in this regard. I have read thousands of books by the greatest male thinkers to ever live. My current state of awareness; I did not do this on my own: not even a little.

One of my favorite lines of thought is this; Who is deciding which thoughts get through? And which do not? I have found that if I continuously ponder this, I never get much of a feeling that I am the one in control. I most definitely cannot control which thoughts get into my consciousness. I don’t know anyone who claims they do have this power. It is happening to us all. Well then, who is deciding who “wakes up” and who doesn’t? It doesn’t seem to me I picked this for myself. But here is where I can find the line, between what I can fuck up for myself, and what I cannot. In other words, if I can fuck it up, then it isn’t part of the master plan, or is it? This is real bad news for anyone who thinks they have control. I really prefer the Castaneda way of thinking about it all; it’s just a complete mystery. Creation is a complete fucking mystery.

This is a thoroughly discussed topic in the religious syntaxes; Grace. It does happen for a fella sometimes, where his unconscious will just give him instant knowing, about shit the rest of us seem to have to toil for all our lives. Sadhguru seems to be such a guy according to his own story. Sometimes it does just happen, and the right thoughts just happen to a guy. I’ve never thought I was that special, and so I’ve gone after it myself. Who is deciding this?

The problem is the stories we tell. We can in fact generate thoughts on our own, yet, we cannot control our thoughts. We have control. We do not have control. These stories we tell ourselves are almost always bullshit, most especially if we have not educated ourselves, or taught ourselves how to think. If we have not done this difficult work, the inner work, it’s almost a guarantee those stories are shit. If a person has unresolved trauma, he cannot fully even trust his own intuition. A trauma response will seem intuitional. It’s survival mechanisms, which is basically what intuition is. These two voices sound almost exactly the same internally. AGain, back to the inner work. Only inner work will resolve this. 

Ask yourself, when thinking about who or what is deciding which thoughts get through; does it even matter what story we tell, so long as we ultimately end up doing what was needed? It doesn’t to our unconscious, but it most certainly matters to our own sense of self. I can, with faulty thinking, just really pile on the suffering, and ultimiately my unconicous doesn’t give a fuck. This is why some call me a Sacred Clown. I’ve embodied this wisdom. Think about this man. It could if it wanted to, just let the needed thought get through, and bam! Suffering over. So it’s just a fact, I can with faulty thinking, really live some lies, and just completely trash my life, and god won’t give a shit so long as I am completing the task I was born for. A fella has to dig into himself to resolve this. No one can do it for us. We must do inner work to figure out what it is, which is ours, and which is not. We must figure out our own unconscious. 

Maybe you're asking why god ultimately doesn’t care about our suffering. Well, said simply, if a single cell of bacteria is all that remains on earth, god remains, and it can just start the whole thing over again, so all of us are essentially useless in ultimate terms regarding the survival of DNA. 

I really do not like axioms, but I must concede there are a few. I obviously have one I live by because it was my first life changing numinous experience. God does nothing for a man that he can do for himself. Well, following this line of thought I’m putting forth, it turns out that we can indeed, with faulty thinking, work ourselves into a corner, at which point, god has no choice, but to come in and save us. It’s the easiest thing in the world to create some story about this after the fact, that validates for us, how it just had to go that way, so that we could learn that lesson. Horseshit! A lot of fellas, including myself, do this all the time. We work ourselves into a completely helpless situation, and then the statement becomes real; we need god because we can no longer do it for ourselves. It often seems miraculous, and synchronous. Numinous. I mean it is. It really is a divine intervention when this happens. The faulty thinking here is that it had to go that way. A fella will tell himself, as a way of affirming that god does indeed have his back, or that god does indeed exist, or some variation, that it had to go that way, something something, such and such. It will prove to a fella that some kind of orchestration is occuring. He will feel it. We can see it plain as day in my own story, laying in bed, really about to end my life in one or another, and BAM! An incredible numinous voice sounded off in my head, saving the day. I could have taken shit into my own hands long before I got to that point in life. I never needed god to intervene, but that it had too, or I was not going to be able to fulfill what I was born to do.

It happens all the time, a fella gets to the end of his rope, and some crazy thing just falls in place, and saves him from his self imposed predicament. Think of Georgy Boy and his repetitive dream. He could have at any time during these ten years, corrected his thinking, and put an end to that nightmare. What he actually did though, was just hold onto his dumb way of thinking until it just fucked his life up so bad that god had no choice but to step in and intervene. As was clearly illustrated in that story, it could have just as easily been Georgy Boy who died. None of it was up to him. That little boy played his part perfectly in Georgy Boy’s story.

Seems to me suffering his dream for ten years though, wasn’t interfering with his life purpose, and so god wasn’t ever going to save him from it. Bitter pill that. We can see that god (his unconscious) was helping him, but because of his own self importance he refused the help. Remember Georgy Boy hates that I use the word god. His unconscious wasn't going to do what he himself was capable of doing. Georgy Boy knew me years ago, and he could have listened to me then. He didn’t. As if I’m the only one? He had all manner of outs. It was never like I was the only one who could help him. He made it what it was; It had to get really bad, and then his unconscious stepped in. He has a plethora of stories where he has repeated this pattern. Where he forced the situation and his unconcious had to save the day. Lessons are repeated until learned. Lucky him. It seems to me, his unconscious has been asking for this surrender of ego to Self. His unconscious wants him to consciously capitulate. 

That’s the real challenge of this whole thing; a man figuring out for himself, what is in his realm, and which is not. When we flip the words, and use the term unconscious, instead of god, it becomes more scientific. It adds some realisticness to our way of thinking about spiritual shit. A man must, and can only do this by turning inward. He must find out for himself, where his powers lie in his own unconscious, when it’s the collective, and when it’s god. 

Brother if I show up in your life, it's because what I do, is not within your power, or I'd simply never show up in your life. Being that I have actually determined what is within my power, and what is not, the unconscious manifests those who need that. I learned this from other men, because my unconscious did not see fit to just give me those answers. I’ve had to pay for them with tremendous suffering. I don’t know anyone who sits alone like I do. What powers of the psyche does a man actually have, and which are purely within the realm of the unconscious? Sorry for you Brother; I do know. Bad news Ben in the house. 

Think of it in a literal sense. A man can do almost anything, but he will never fly like a bird using only his own arms like a bird does. We can never do this. We have real limitations. A man can do so many things, but he will never swim underwater indefinitely like a fish extracting oxygen from water. He can create things using matter, to achieve these things superficially, but he cannot simply do them with only his physical form. We need to apply this fractal. No one in this culture is taught how the mind actually works. 

In my life, I can see looking back, that at the same time I was being given incredibly ego inflating spiritual power, I was also living out incredibly ego deflating experiences. I was attaining a high degree of refined thought, and all the while my wife was cheating on me, and abandoning me, just like my mother did to me. We could say it that way, that healing my mother compex, which ultimately, completely freed me of my entire life of suffering, also rubbed my face in the dirt. The harmony of this prevented me from losing my mind. If I had experienced only one or the other, independent of the other, I would have lost my mind. If I only got the most high, without the deep low, I would have flown like Icarus, burned my wings in the light of the sun, and died. If I had experienced the low, without the high, I would have killed myself. It would have gotten so dark I actually would have jumped off the bridge. These two things for me, happened simultaneously. I was receiving, at least up to that time, my most highest spiritual powers, and all the while having my face shoved in the mud of life. My unconscious was saying in effect; here’s all this power: still just a stupid monkey. 

This is physics Brother. This is not spirituality. This is physics. Our psyche is an electromagnetic force. I smashed my own grandiosity in the experience of life, experiencing the darkest feelings I’ve ever had, while intellectually receiving the things that would make most anyone in the world feel the most grandiose imaginable; I AM GOD MADE MANIFEST!

Never forget this expression. If I could magically snap my fingers, and make one aware of everything their unconscious is doing at any given second; they would think they are god. The ego would inflate beyond recognition, because it would “think” it is doing everything that humans have historically attributed to god. It is a real happening. That is not a metaphor. One can only figure this out by spending years reading about the powers of the unconscious, and then applying that knowledge to real life experience; thus figuring out for one’s self, which is my (ego) power, and which is the Self. 

In the last several months a new brother has come into my proximity. He’s just like Georgy Boy. True story. It has been validated for him, by the universe (his unconcious), free of any particular actions on my part, that I am in his life for a reason. I didn’t use any magick, or tricks of any kind when this brother came my way. I don’t need to. His unconscious is running his show. It is picking who shows up for him, just like mine does for me. We are sharing a collective unconscious. So here’s this guy, who engaged me. He reached out to me. He was not on my radar at all. All he does is post stupid memes, and fuck off with TV watchers. I don’t pay attention to these people until a day comes that they present themselves to me. Once he did that, I started paying attention. His initial engagement was to thank me for just keeping it real. I’m thinking right about now though, he’s regretting it egoically. His unconscious loves me, his ego not so much.

Well, he’s sick, and just like most of us has been extremely abused. This guy has really been put through the ringer by some real deal psychopaths. He’s also quite young yet, so true to myself, I start dropping knowledge. First thing I do is let him know we are not men until age fifty. We are told by culture and public education that as males we are adults at eighteen or some shit. Dumbest shit ever that. That turns a fella against himself all his life. So for me, because I love this guy, I go about relieving him of living this lie. We are not mature men until about fifty. Females really fuck us up putting this pressure on us too. We abused males want nothing more than to be loved by a woman, and all they end up doing is abusing us even more expecting us to be something we are not. This is the main reason we need brothers. 

When we first met, many months ago now, he was sick the same as now. He’s still sick. He’s got some kind of stomach problem going on. I’ve repeatedly dropped knowledge, and offered help, but he’s got a story on repeat. He likes to tell this story about how his stomach sickness is the only reason he got off the adderall. It was a life changing moment for him getting off the adderall. Typical American bullshit to put an abused child on adderall. Just run of the day ignorant shit around here. Instead of helping out abused children they just medicate them, which is just more abuse. So he gets abused all his life by his family, only to be further abused by the system, as we say. This fucking kid. FUCK!

Look though, now he’s found me, and I’m just doing what I do. I know for sure, I’m not even the only one he’s found. His unconscious is throwing opportunities at this guy from every fucking side. I see him, using that story, as a way of perpetuating his stomach problem. He thinks it's happening for a reason. Some story he’s got worked out about the adderall. He’s just like Georgy Boy. Just like me. We are all like this until we figure it out. Like I said, with no manipulation on my part the universe itself (the unconscious) validated my context for him. The truth is this guy has not even barely begun to wrap his mind around the ramifications of his abuse. His life has only ever been that. Just like me, Kai, Georgy Boy, and most likely you Brother. Until someone comes along and reaches out a hand, it’s all we’re going to know. 

Look at it. This guy comes along, read here our unconscious synchronizes someone, that’s me, in the physical form. What is “out there” is our unconscious. It’s all ONE THING. He’s in mine. I’m in his. I know for a fact healing this guy, will also heal me. We’ve already discussed this. Everything is synchronous. So here, god, I’m saying god, because he was raised on the god shit same as me, has given this brother a solution to his problem. It is now within his means to resolve his own problem. Instead of a thought popping into his consciousness, I popped into his life. Sometimes, it’s difficult for me to not feel really disappointed. I understand though, all I can do is wait patiently. He may never come around. All he’s managed to do thus far is perpetuate his bullshit.

In all these months, not one single time has this guy come to me, or anyone I know of, for healing. He’s got it in his head that he is supposed to do it alone. He literally told me that he doesn’t talk to anyone about his sickness, because it makes him feel vulnerable. I literally tell him, Brother, look how poorly you think, it is maintaining your sickness that actually makes you vulnerable. Being sick is a real deal vulnerability. Asking for help, when it’s right in front of your face is…. 

Sadly, this mother fucker thinks he’s smart. Bad news Ben in the house. So it’s going to go for him just like it did Georgy Boy. Kai never had this problem. He comes straight to the source when he needs help. We can tell by Kai’s story how the whole universe provided for him like a champion. Yes, he suffered, but he couldn’t even cry, so he had to break it. This guy though can cry. He’s not where Kai was. He’s got something else going on. Maybe it won’t even be me he turns to. I honestly don’t care who it is. I love my Brother, I just want him to live a good life. Maybe like me it will be a book that he rolls over and lays eyes on, which has just been sitting there the whole time waiting. It’s very obvious that I am a living book, just sitting around patiently waiting. We just have to patiently wait around for it to get so bad, he actually renders himself powerless, then good ole god comes to save the day. Might be me, might not be. None of this is up to me. Kinda rather pathetic am I right? 

If it’s me he picks, I am that, but from over here it doesn’t appear he’s planning on doing any of the picking. He’s going to work himself into a corner such that it becomes actually true, that he cannot save himself, and so then the statement comes home. God does nothing for a man that he can do for himself. If he could heal himself, it would have already happened. Real deal endless loop this. We call this Crazy Making. It is called hopeless because knowing such things brings no comfort. A solution perhaps, but there is no comfort in the solution. It does not make life any easier. We figure this out, and then we are right back where we started. Who or what is deciding which thoughts get through. What is, and is not, in my power to change in my own life. It must be figured out every day. What was not in my power yesterday, may in fact be within my power today.

Months ago my brother could have begun the process of healing himself, just like Georgy Boy could have. His unconcious gave him exactly what he needed, but this guy can’t think his way out of a pavilion. No blame there. No judgement. Can’t even necessarily say it’s his fault. It’s just there, plain as day, a real fact. When the unconscious manifests as a person in our lives, it is immediately in our power to capitalize on such things. We could say, here, he has refused the help given to him by his own unconscious, and so now he’s gotta pay for it. I’ve literally told him, I’m just waiting around for it to get so bad he has no other choice. He will go with the flow, or be dragged. He has chosen to be dragged. We can do that too. His self importance is just beating the shit out of him. 

I really love Chogyam Trungpa’s way of saying it in the book Crazy Wisdom published by Shambhala; I took some liberty here, and edited out the strange (meaningless to a dumb American) chinese terms, and rednecked it: A description for a crazy-wisdom person found in the scriptures is: “He subdues whoever needs to be subdued and destroys whoever needs to be destroyed.” The idea here is that whatever your neurosis demands, when you relate with a crazy-wisdom person you get hit back with that. Crazy-wisdom presents you with a mirror reflection. That is why crazy wisdom is universal. Crazy wisdom knows no limitation and no logic regarding the form it takes. A mirror will not compromise with you if you are ugly. And there is no point in blaming the mirror or breaking it. The more you break the mirror the more reflections of your face come about from further pieces of the mirror. So the nature of true crazy wisdom is that it knows no limitation and no compromise. 

Nothing polishes the mirror like a pure heart. Boy my shit shines like the sun. Can you see it Brother? Or is the light so bright it blinds you? If we go to a guy we thought up on our own, and it doesn’t help, then we know, this is not in our power, but that’s not the same thing as the universe supplying us with a guy. That is some real common sense shit just smacking you in your dumb face am I right? Bad news Ben in the house. 

The roll of destiny actualizes itself and unfolds the inevitable. You cannot change the course of events, but you can change your attitude and what really matters is the attitude and not the bare event. The world is the abode of desires and fears. You cannot find peace in it. For peace you must go beyond the world. The root cause of the world is self-love. Because of it we seek pleasure and avoid pain. Replace self-love by love of the Self and the picture changes. Brahma, the creator is the sum total of all desires. The world is the instrument for their fulfilment. Souls take whatever pleasure they desire and pay for them in tears. Time squares all accounts. The law of balance reigns supreme.

Nisargadatta Maharaj

The Lord shineth through thee

[The creative forces] have you on the string and you dance to their whistling, to their melody. But in as much as you say these creative forces are in Nietzche or in me or anywhere else, you cause an inflation, because man does not possess creative powers, he is possessed by them. That is the truth. If he allows himself to be thoroughly possessed by them without questioning, without looking at them, there is no inflation, but the moment he splits off, when he thinks, I am the fellow, an inflation follows....

It happens automatically that you become conscious of yourself and then you are gone, it is as if you had touched a high tension wire. Nietzsche, of course, could not help looking at the thing and then he was overwhelmed with resentments, because the creative powers steal your time, sap your strength, and what is the result? A book perhaps. But where is your personal life? All gone. Therefore, such people feel so terribly cheated, they mind it, and everybody ought to kneel down before them in order to make up for that which has been stolen by God. The creative forces have taken it out for them, and therefore they would like to personify them, imagine that they are Shiva, in order to have the delight of being creative. But if you know you are creative and enjoy being creative, you will be crucified afterwards because anybody identified with God will be dismembered. An old father of the church, Bishop Synesius, said that the spiritus phantasticus, our creative spirit, can penetrate the depths or the heights of the universe like God, or like a great demon, but on account of that he will also have to undergo the divine punishment, and that would be the dismemberment of Dionysus or the crucifixion of Christ." -- Carl Jung