If I am not writing, writing often and going at it alone 3-4 hours a day, totally unbothered with small or “larger talk,” life becomes estranged. Alone time is needed to pull the forces together. Everyone thinks it’s about extended hours at the office.
Focus and get out, don’t stagnate. Pound down the door of truth and walk through it.
There’s no reason to pay the fee that the rest of humanity pays. If I do not need the things they are giving out, I do not need to wait in line ready to pay my share.
Dial in the vision, and it can be manifested.
Get your thoughts down and hash it out. There is a fee, a tax we pay for a living like everyone else.
Phone, phone bill, car, car insurance, house, mortgage.
Every cost in this game has the initial cost plus the reoccurring cost.
The subscription business model has long been utilized. We pay because we believe we absolutely must have these things and as long as we believe, this is true.
Take inventory of your life, not just the monetary elements. Where do you spend loads of time where you’d rather not, resubscribing to lousy beliefs you are ready to do without.
Are you still going to church because it’s the right thing to do as your parents once said?
When does the thinking begin?
Thinking about what has been laid out before you and really asking if you want to keep subscribing.
Every day, do inventory.
If it takes more than a day to do inventory, you should be full-time, cleaning out the trash, until it can be taken care of in a single day, each and every day.
What are you subscribing to?
Monetary, inherited, beliefs, people, authorities.
Start with a long, ugly list, just like you’ve known inventory to be, but this time realize that all this shit is your life.
“I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least—and it is commonly more than that—sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements. You may safely say, A penny for your thoughts, or a thousand pounds. When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them—as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon—I think that they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago.”
―Henry David Thoreau, Walking