If You're Static, You're Not Really There.
"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there."
Patrick Bateman was more there than anyone else was there.
Distraction and compulsion are stasis.
If you are in stasis, you are not here.
Some think their distractions are them.
Such individuals mistake a self for an attachments.
Attachments to emergent phenomena that are not determined by them.
Such attachments are reactive physiological contractions to impersonal occurrence.
Emergent phenomena are not self-determined, nor self-defined. Phenomena do not emerge from self-definition. Contraction, escape, or bracing against phenomena, is mistaken for a centralised control.
There are rarely moments, from cradle to grave, where we are aware that cherished or despised contents are determined almost entirely “externally”. Occasionally, we may determine our form of bracing; but even the manner of that was determined in our developmental stages.
Prior to our faculty for rationality or reason, before the development of our executive centers, we were unable to determine if our reaction to externalities was reasonable or appropriate - or to determine the worth of those imprinting their patterns on us.
The long helplessness of the child is a great problem for our species, particularly when the adults are thoroughly prisoned.
In truth, the great canvas of humanity is almost entirely coloured by delusion and confusion. Exotic cover ups for pettiness and narcissism. Many of these delusions have already, or are, rapidly disintegrating. Giving way to other confusions and stupidities which are in many cases worse, having little or no basis in reality.
In this way then, in our insatiable proclivity to turn away from ourselves, into stasis, we are subject to disturbing forces outside of our control.
Except for atypical moments and so-called epiphanies, we are not there. Sometimes we hear about people recount such epiphanies prior to death when contemplating their lives - we call them “regrets”. The video maker will often add insult to injury by curating a nice little “10 point list”. Maybe the viewer will shed a tear, move on, and continue to not be there - until they too have the same experience before their ultimate destruction.
To some a confrontation with themselves feels like madness - it makes them feel crazy.
I often laugh at the cases you here from hysterics online recounting a meditation treat attendee going mad after sitting down for a few days.
They are so far away from themselves, so acculturated and delusional, that a few hours of experiencing themselves as they are truly drives clinically insane.
Hilariously, we are told sagely by official reality spruikers that “Meditation is therefore unnatural and dangerous”. We’re then given effective strategies for running away from ourselves.
Sitting with yourself is dangerous, being there is dangerous. For this reason, don’t expect any help from the mass man. Many who promote themselves are rebels are often the worst in this respect.
Moments of physiological abiding or seeing rarely transform into anything resembling self-determination and self-definition in those that experience them. The units prefer to contextualise such an experience of static, stuck, distraction briefly falling away as a strange moment. If it goes on for too long they may even seek treatment.
In truth this is unreality giving way to things they are. Some of the layers falling away.
Contraction always re-asserts. Undoing feels like destruction.
Thankfully, there is always a “shrink” around to provide clinical deadening, to tranquilise the patient into a lifelong, restful sleep. These days, many prefer online culture to paying a psychiatrist.
What we think we are – not that we are actually thinking – is not what we are.
What we feel – not that we are actually sensing – is not what we are.
Bitter chains of slavery keep us as captives to other-directedness. Externally-defined directness, squawking the whole time how willful they are. They they are superior in their willfulness. The “will-to-power”. How is this the case? Because it suits the fantasy game I’m running - apparently.
This is no-self.
A mirror reflecting nothing.
Everything flows, nothing abides, nothing is reflected.
For all their philosophies and emotional, frustrated, sneering remarks that the contraction of externally defined and emergence is a my self – such naivety shows what their dearly held philosophies are: metapuke.
The work of a forger. A cover-up artist, sans exception. An embalmer.
Their only possession, not possessing, is nothing more than an elaborate construct. An illusion of control while having none. An expensive title applied to a pauper.
Something not of them is in control – they are not there. They think:
"I must seek the source of this, and it must be otherworldly since I cannot see it when I look around for it; elsewhere will be the answers, my final resolution and once find it I will be ok. Liberated. For now, I can only seek. If I seek I will be rewarded at some other time and place".
In truth, the organic and the primal feel otherworldly because at no point have they ever been here – even recognizing this deficiency intellectually they have no idea how to find it. They relent to more of the same. Silly imparted abstract notions that do nothing but exacerbate their terminal condition. Finding reasons why something from somewhere else is the answer.
In a strange way, the blockhead is more fortunate and closer to the truth than the 'high verbal IQ" ruminatoor.
"Philosophy" for people with the mental disability of "high-verbal IQ" (not that there is anything necessarily functionally intelligent about it) imparts the delusion of it "all making sense now”, in which the streaming of anxiety and frustration are blunted by a shiny new model that suits the pedestrian, low-minded peculiarities of the subjects character.
A novel distraction, a model to end all models, hypnosis. Abatement of anxiety.
The point: frustration and aggression arise from not owning ourselves. Novelty seeking, modelling, speaking, reading, philosophizing are a means of cover-up. Even with these medications these feelings will always return. There is always a doubling down of missing the point, patterns becoming more entrenched until we’re on the slab, having realised nothing of value.
Many of those who meditate, are drawn to exoticisms, hedonisms, methods of healing or even go to the gym are "somewhere else".
They are not the ancients. They are not close to reality like the ancients were by necessity; they are far away from it and have no idea how to begin the journey to it. It is another otherworldly obsession that ends in surgeries and having missed anything of actual value. It is more of the same. Parody. Repetitive movements that harden the the bars of the prison.
This does not mean anything like this is inherently bad – there are no simple binaries here. Binaries are for the herd man and the slave.
If no one owns themselves, no one is here. In this way, the self is illusory.
From this place, it does not matter what you do – if you are not here, you've missing the point.
The truly great men, Siddhartha, Nietzsche - attempted to tell you that you should own yourselves. To not indulge in elaborate fantasies. All your work should be towards this end. Many think this applies just to religion, physiology as an abstraction or philosophy. No - it is immediate, inescapable and universally applicable.
Errant physiology rules, and no book will change this. Reinforced by acculturated and conditioned metaphysical beliefs. Cheap and badly programmed haphazard third-party software runs the static human machine.
This requires a different technology.
In no way does their supposed "command of words and important theories" give them any true knowledge of an authentic and organic type. A knowledge of transcendence and an organic life - supposedly what their concept-structures are geared towards.
Maybe you don't believe me? I can show someone how far away they are from being here in under 5 minutes. How their entire character is just “the great escape”.
What is cherished is similar to the gurgling that emanates from a filthy drainpipe. Such sounds are treated as real information. They really are nothing more than unpleasantries created by bad plumbing in a contaminated public faucet.
This is no different to the way of the Joe Six-Pack. Despite professing superiority, these types are neurologically and physiologically the same creature – maybe with more tension and tendency with more verbal ability to petty displays of reactivity than Joe. "High verbal IQ" accoutrements to dress what amounts to airing bad habits in public. A ribbon on a turd.
Rarely do I see “essays” online being done from a place of knowing. It reminds me of a student writing an assignment they don't care about or understand; it's academic, they've not worked with it in the real world.
The knowledge has not been made organic. It remains yet another is a long series of thoughtings of an origin other than experience. It feels like it “makes sense”, and the tribe accepts it so thar’s enough.
Comparisons for grades. Writing what the "teacher" wants to hear.
What a good boy you are. So well behaved. Have a smiley face, or a like.
Nothing but special vocabulary referring to nothing of true value. Just another set of cover-ups. An edgy language. A desire to be seen as special and important undergirding it all, making up for a lack of this in any tangible domain.
They are not here.
"Oh, He meant this or that; this is how this fits into this and that or this thinker…”.
Who cares? What do we know? Organically know. What are we do-ing with it? Humans are do-ing creatures. Experiments run on humans and mice are abundantly clear on this.
What are you do-ing about it?
We are not human-blabberings or human-thoughtings.
Anyone with an accurate knowledge of themselves, primordial knowledge, knows this.
Most are constantly distracted and bored. They are tired. They have no affirming or animating dynamism. They are being acted out. From this, boredom and frustration arise – frustration primarily. And a desire to lash out. A thinly veiled masochism.
Fantasy. Nothing about being here – always somewhere else…Imagining elaborate scenarios, having opinions, engaging in discourse, having fantasies of confrontation and revenge. Maybe we get to play them out "online". At such times we are never here. None of this comes from here. It cannot.
To take our frustration to a conclusion, a resolution? To confront it? No. It’s uncomfortable. Run from it. Hide from it - remain in trance. Maybe I can make that glib statement, "We're going to win" to temporarily raise my spirits? Run away again. Last man. You’re all last men. Not me. Keep the TV on, keep the computer on! Keep scrolling. Keep commenting. But the discourse, what about the discourse? Claim to be illiberal when my entire life is a simulated farce of convincing others of my being right. I just need to convince the masses, I’m not democratic. I’m an aristocrat. Not in reality but in my soul. I don’t believe in souls. It doesn’t matter though. None of it matters. I don’t want to be here. In 100 years. Not now. We need to be anywhere but here. To face powerlessness. Any fantasy to hang on to.
Going through the motions. Doing what we must do. Just get on with it. Passions are worthless. The result of generations of custom, obsession, neurosis, stupidity and misunderstanding.
Unenergised. Static. Cowardly, guarded, moderate. Prudent. Managerial. Running a false air of cultivation stemming from reactive conformity. Coming from a tight belly and throat, and an always-concerned furrowed brow. Serious.
This is undergirded merely by an undertone and substrate of castrated fear, annoyance, and muted aggression. We are aware of none of it – by it we are being ruled, not ruling. We do not own ourselves if we are not here. Therefore, we do not exist if we are not here; we have no real identity. This is not superior. This is the mind state of a slave. A psycho-physiological slave – the true slavery.
This submission remains unknown other than in moments of medicinal drunkenness and unintended crisis. Day to day, this kind of deep submission constitutes a majority of so-called "self-determined" experience. We sneeringly assert, not reactively with deliberate attention, of course, that "I am free and self-determined". “Don’t you f%cking tell me otherwise. I worked for this”.
They constantly tell me: "I have a self". "I have free will". "I am self-made".
They acrimoniously assert of course. Angrily. Because my reaction is completely a rational conclusion that's not a product of unconscious, hard-wired mammalian reactivity. In the face of being unconstructed, undone, lacking the faculty to notice the tremendous personal power they've been offered a taste of.
That’s a self to me - what I can’t see or exercise my will on.
But you see, here's this old book and old philosopher I like. And what you're saying would require me to spit it out like a bad coffee. Old is just good. I can spend my time in the past. I can spend it in the future.
I will never spend my time here, don’t even try to bring me here.
Keep speaking, keep reading. Keep indulging thoughts. Keep having the correct opinions. Keep having the right words. All in good taste.
Mistaking words and thoughtings for free will and self-definition. This is the ultimate stupidity of those who profess that they want something more.
I am not saying anything. This is not an idea.
In truth, if we're obsessed, aggressive, annoyed, or distracted - we're static. This is not a thought – this is an assertion coming from a physiological knowing; an organic understanding. I've seen it all played out in real-time in myself and others.
Our habits, our values: finding virtue where there is none; finding virtue in the unvirtuous actions of simply "doing what should be done" is stasis. Fighting great geo-political battles as a digital simulacrum while claiming "it doesn't matter though" and asserting this work is important but not important at the same time as you race towards death, comparing this to the superior specimens of history - is stasis.
It’s imagination. I am against excessive fantasizing. I promote physiological dynamism, the old ways need to be cast off.
I want to direct my life in all ways against fantasizing. I want to try to be here all the time, to acknowledge everything, to be aware. When I catch myself, I can feel the so called thought as a matrix on contraction in my body. If it is borne of somewhere else it doesn't serve my purpose and I need to dissolve it.
If I fail, I am no longer here until I bring myself back. And like this, I am redirected to my self-determined, self-defined purpose.
Don’t go off fantasizing with those dead people.
Many of us will go on holidays or quit jobs to find ourselves: this is an attempt to cut away the layers of stasis to expose “a you” that might be there, as if we’re somewhere else other than here.
In situations like this, sometimes we are given a brief glimpse. We quickly forget. In truth, grandiose & elaborate scenarios are not required to be here.
The initial work is always ongoing: acknowledging and determining where each interpretation, that is, thought, sensation, concept or emotion has come from and which serves our self-definition - the work. The work of do-ing, of making ourselves into art.
And that which is diminishing to us should be dissolved, realizing the intrinsic pervasive emptiness of all emergent phenomena. This can only be done here.
And here, with this method, what is being constructed? This work of art?
What is this new free-space called?
~ A