Painful Peace

 

By: Jonathan Seidel

Ultimate presence: meditation and illness (Sacks, 46)

Goggins, Tate among other red-pill activists discuss putting yourself through pain. The chronic struggler ought to not listen to this given their audience is the privileged who do not feel pain.

The approach taken by the red-pill community is to rescue masculinity. On a basic level it is to take responsibility and lead a resourceful life. The definition of the archetypical vision for Adam to develop the land and himself. Before the world can be conquered, the self has to be readied for it. A way to better oneself is to exercise. Not only does exercise bulk up physically but it also realises endorphins elevating one’s demeanour. Feeling good after a tough workout. The immediate results of satisfaction ought to overrule the muscle mass intended. It is to feel accomplished more than look charming. There is an additional layer which is to place oneself in pain. A simple action, easy to do for everyone that encounters an obstacle. Push-ups are not easy. Competing to outdo the previous day. The first day may be a fail only succeeding on the third day. The accomplishment takes a lot of energy yet rejoice in the accomplishment. The accomplishment comes from pain and grit. It was tough but it was overcome. Trying to beat a personal record will inevitably experience pain as muscles tighten and fatigue sets in. A challenge to be initiated and overcome.

There is much positive science in exercising. Whether one needs to attend a gym or hire a trainer is a different story. The obsession with body type and a fresh look on the beach is the cinematic lore yet unnecessary for proper health. Exercise is a personal commitment to bettering one’s health. Putting in the time to be active and accomplished. An easy thing to do but a hard thing to execute. The benefits are present. The accomplishment to a degree beats out any other order of morning routine. Overpowering the pain which holds back the capability is jarring. Making one’s bed is a goal to be achieved but except for the nuisance in OCD level perfection, there is little resistance or really just mental resistance. Exercise has physical resistance attached. Sweat and willpower try to pull the bodyweight off the floor numerous times. Breathing heavily and sweating extensively. It is a unique accomplishment that contrasts with the inactivity of office life. The routine cyclical to sitting and typing. Speaking to clients and watching the news. Exercise is a world alone. A world of body movement and physical growth. Giving the brain a boost in enjoyment. Signalling the mind to laugh and rejoice.

The motto holds to put yourself in pain. Pain will help you grow. Exercise is intentional pain. Harming oneself to grow. The harm is immediate and temporary. The pain goes away within a few moments. Recovery may be longer for some, simple workouts are for growth. It is strengthening muscles instead of cutting them open. The healing is done as the body grows. Exercise isn’t wounding the body it is healing it. Exercise can also harm if overtrained but it is the movement that facilitates the growth. Exercises target the body to develop their strength. It isn’t wounding in the same context. The pain is awakening their slumber. They were once dwarf and now they are volcanic. The pain is positive in the acceleration of bodily development. The beauty that is endowed from the engagement is truly inspiring. It is a good way to start the day or end the day. Feeling accomplished and wholesome. Able to overcome the bodily limitations for new aspirations.

These red-pillers do not focus on the accomplishment but the pain. Feeling pain is good. It is good to be in pain. The pain is a way of recognising growth. The motivation is that the mind adjusts to pain and suffering, the body can outlast. The body can continue as long as the mind doesn’t interfere. Whether or not this is scientifically proven is irrelevant. The idea is to induce pain to grow. Through pain you develop further. Embracing pain is the slogan of the red-pill art. Pain is a response that restricts development. It is a threshold that can be breeched. It is good to be in pain because that means you’ve descended into the darkness. That means you’ve opened yourself up to the challenge. A way into the abyss that threatens one’s comfort. Exercise is an easy step into discomfort and disgrace. Getting down on all fours and perpetually trying to lift yourself up is challenging. A solo obstacle that is completed by the self for the self. A welcoming introduction to personal transformation. A momentarily struggle for long term effects. 

It is this idea that is then cemented as the lifestyle. The biblical Adam was punished to suffer and since then man has struggled to survive. Yet with technological advancements life has been made simpler. Less death and more prosperity. Imperfect but on an upwards incline despite the media panic to sensitise gullible viewers. Yet an unchallenged life is one un-lived. The challenges of modern life do not meet the medical and political obstacles of old. There are new difficulties that need to be overcome. A good start is with exercise. A personal investment in a simplistic obstacle. One that can be adapted and refined as the individual develops. Though the question is, less is life a struggle and more do we create struggle. Most obstacles are reactionary. They loom at you as a part of life whether that be school or work. Proactive challenge is another case. Exercising is one and reading is another. Comprehending complex ideas is a mental game that though does not build the physique does expand the mind. It does bring emotional positivity in the same manner. No blood or sweat but still growth and development. Mental aches from long reading and reconciling will occur. To some degree the onset of pain inducing is necessary even a required matter of man but there are of course limits.

Struggle will find you. It is only a matter of time. It is good to train to ready oneself for that moment. Exercise and reading may help deflect the challenge. It is akin to a vaccine. The vaccine poisons the body to strengthen itself to fend off the disease. Exercise and reading wound the self to strengthen itself to fend off obstacles. Yet their model of struggle is nuanced. People are to struggle but they are to induce it. Exercise or even work itself in may aspects is proactive punishment. Facing a challenge head on is many a time a consequence of one’s own initiative. Diseases are different. They plague the body with pain. This is not periodic pain but eternal damnation. For the red-pillers life may not be about happiness but there is a notion of recovery. Sleep or resting periods are allocated to prepare for the next obstacle or step in the obstacle. They embrace the pain each time by knowing they can stop it. They do not need to feel the pain but choose to do so. Pain may be inevitable but it is largely periodic. Unless the pain shouldered is ignored and perpetuated with passivity. The average person can choose to not feel pain. Live their comfort and their serenity. Pain may come for them in the long run but they can enjoy the current peace. Pain is periodic in both examples but it is better to ready oneself for the pain so the thunderbolt is thwarted instead of struck.

It is easy to embrace pain when the opposite is possible. When comfort is as easy as putting down the hammer. Coercion may be set but stopping can always be chosen. The pain may end in death but it is gone. It is a furnace that one puts their arm into. A choice to endure the trauma rather let it grow larger and terminate. Yet the chronic struggler does not have this possibility. He is eternally suffering. His life is suffering. He doesn’t choose to suffer but is imbued with a metaphysical punishment. His body is working the land hard without his permission. His body labours to destroy his mind. Embracing pain means nothing to him. He is in pain. It doesn’t empower him. Maybe when he recovers but if he doesn’t, the lingering pain will destroy him. He keeps his head above water treading to stay afloat. His pain is incalculable. Exercising is a tumultuous task. Pain is not something bestowed but something imposed. It is devilish and pernicious. Happiness doesn’t exist. He cannot choose to shed the yoke. It is implanted in his skin only disarming when his heart stops. Life is to suffer on personal ambition not on passive aspirations.

It is akin to meditators who seek to be present. Those who have struggled to free their minds of their lower halves. Freeing themselves of the emotional invasion. Faltering time and time again. Unable to hold the momentum for too long. Trying to hold one’s breath for an extended amount of time. Slowly he improves with each passing try. One minute turns into two minutes but there is a limit. He is a man without gills. He cannot survive for too long or he will undoubtably drown. As his breathing begins to perish, his body alerts him to rise for air. Any man eternally underwater will drown. Any man with desires cannot be present. He is distracted by the chaos of life. Just as he cannot breathe underwater before his lungs give so too his can concentrate until his mind gives. He can go so far but limited.

After failing he hears of a fellow who is eternally present. Curious of this fellow he travels to meet this guru. He visits him and asks of his teachings. His heart swells up, marvelled at this guru’s tenacity and stillness. He gathers himself and politely inquiries: What is the secret? How do you do it? The guru mocks him. Laughs in his face. The meditator cries out for some wisdom. The guru calms himself and provides a few words of advice. The meditator confused, thanks the guru and returns home to implement the advice. A week goes by and he gets nowhere. He returns to the guru and the asks what went wrong the guru perplexed at the meditator tells him an alternative measure. The same process occurs. Annoyed of his lies, the meditator asks an orderly the nature of this deceptive guru. The orderly answers that this is a part of his condition. His advice was shrewd because he is ill. His guru capabilities are due to an illness that also immobilises his awareness. He wasn’t lying he was replying to your dubious questions.    

The meditator’s guru suffered a haemorrhage that damaged his frontal lobe. The guru’s ashram was his hospital bed in the local asylum. He had perfected the skill but that had left him stuck in the present. He didn’t know the past or the future. The mockery was from an instinctive partaking of reality. He didn’t comprehend the meditator’s goal only that he could trick and tease him. The ashamed illness took away everything from the guru. He is solely in the moment. There is no recollection of his past nor does he dream of the future. What he thinks about is rare. Only partially lobotomised. To many spiritual adherents he has reached the pinnacle of serenity. Such life is serene. Concerned with much to nothing. Calm and transparent with his life. He doesn’t think much nor do he endeavour in any means. Alone and content with his condition. Less chosen and more coercive. The patient is nearly a vegetable with neurotransmitters enhancing selective aspects of brain activity. His attitude reflects his illness. The illness has pathologically stolen much of who he is. His fearful nature and combative element. He exists in a higher sphere without animal instinct. Without strong emotional turmoil. It is all peaceful and yet horrifying for the onlooker. He resides in an asylum isolated from society. Unaware of his own decadence. 

 

He was no guru just a broken man, though deeply unaware of his brokenness. A patient in a hospital and a subject to his illness. The meditator sought his wisdom to attain the perfection he had. Yet the perfection was itself an imperfection. It was a single skill without the other. Some autistic children are geniuses. Their genius is highly selective to a specific genre whether be facts or figures. While this isn’t common across the spectrum, there are seemingly savant characteristics that stem from their disability. Able to see things that others do not given their detraction. It is their illness that gives rise to this capability. By taking away social capability for some, they are rewarded with intellectual capability. In the same regard, his presence was at the expense of his recognition of all else. Time was monolithic to his conscious projection. Within minutes he would forget the prior moment. He could not break free of this curse. The meditator can choose to be present and then choose not to. He can temporarily tune down his frontal lobe and then turn it back on. While a challenge to overpower the frontal lobe and tune out the emotional pressure it can be achieved. Yet once he is ready to return to everyday life he can make out noises and recall the prior events. A choice to be present. The periodic inducing allows for presence while others would be a part of the world. The ill is stuck in an endless movement though aspired to is deadly.

Red-pill ideology fails to assist the ill in the same manner. The pained life is not something that can be shut off or ignored. It is ever present and ever deploring. While challenges can be too much and revisited, the pained cannot. Endurance is of the same regard throughout. Preoccupation with disease becomes a more challenging effort than other societal obstacles. The red-pill sufferer chooses to be pained yet for the moment. He finds different obstacles, confronted and powers through. Once the obstacle is overcome the pain withers. He can always neglect the project, stop midway. There is a way out of pain. Not for the ill. Embrace pain when it comes because it will go away. The ill know all too well this is flawed. The healthy can withstand but not the all day everyday pain. That doesn’t go away. When confronted with an obstacle the pain increases pain and when overcome the extra pain subsides. It is all relative. 

Unelected Intellects

By: Jonathan Seidel

With society’s overwhelming dystopian power people’s familial values are desperately in danger of oblivion. The internet has spread its wings cultivating a global audience at its fingertips. Displaying its information as the valued lifestyle. Pushing this on the masses influences them toward a mentoring agency in the direction of uniform values. 

Social media affects everyone and then trying to fit in conform to unbelievable standards. They resulting effort is an overwhelming agitation to meet the standards. Stressful insulation melts in the hearts of wishful thoughts. Hoping to break into the mould. This is no longer an exclusive popular crowd sitting alone in the cafeteria but a global mentality. The normative is the neighbouring assimilation. The outcast is he who rejects this new order. We look down on those who perceive the internet as a wrongful violator. The devil is not the informational monster but the monstrosity unwilling to concede to the master. The external wave of ascension declares its statutes genuine. The embellished narratives exploit the environmental bubble. The internal youthful empowered self is met with criticism. That is old archaic ideals. For a bygone time that will get you nowhere. Nice guys finish last. Cinematic dramas are a fantasy, a fable labeled for slave mentality. Instead be dangerously ruthless in self prioritisation. 

An Orwellian oversight that persistently supplies its narratives at every corner. Like a song repeated on every pop station forced to listen to the country station for some diversity. To break from the mould for some difference. A uniform measure is spread on society to grasp and hold onto tightly. The floor is lava according to the internet gurus. Methodically traverse on tables and benches to survive. Pushing others down to achieve your goal. Yet it is all imaginary. The floor is not actually lava but the prefrontal cortex accepts the external information as fact and accepts instantly. It is coming from the gurus, the successful, it must genuine. Creating a frame that is focused at almost every angle. There are subtle rebels but are lost in the later google searches, drowned from closer contact. Surrounded by routine mottos formulating a thematic jargonist ideology. It pierces the soul and identifies as the truth beyond the self’s own introspective capability. Trusting his rational mind over his reflective instinct.  

Totalitarian information is translated in every crevasse of human society. Gathering a monopoly on begotten knowledge. There is no escape. Why escape? Life is free and exhilarating. It is tough but follow these easy steps and life will drastically improve. Listen to the internet and it will provide the necessary changes to elevate a troubling existence. The gurus made it, their knowledge will aid the public to eclipse the slavish mortality. A few hacks will alter the course of a cowardice lifestyle. These elites are nothing short of ivory tower talking points. But their experience should speak for itself. They wouldn’t deceive the public for their own gain. They would not promise the public for self interest. An already greedy society has a select few who have superseded such sinful desire. The fool harks on every word. They do care, he exclaims. They are saying important things to keep in mind all the while stuffing their own pockets. Manipulating the public for their own gain.

A few courageous rebels have published themselves attempting to expose the false prophets. Accepting the beating protesting to their last breath. Even when banned, they cunningly seek alternatives to convince the public of the illusionary hand. They understand the contemporary mind. If people only accept eternal information, then we will provide that service. Provide a scepticism for critical thinking to reemerge. For people to rethink their values and direction of life. Though at times watered down in order to avoid detection. Committing their secrets to morse code, an esoteric formulation to get the message across without proper decoding by the algorithmic discrimination. A system set with values that will cancel that which it finds harmful to the societal plane. Speaking out against the regime, the fuelling ideology is testament to blasphemy. Punishment is cancelation and ban.   

More than the cancelation is the brainwashed supporters to actively repel those attempting to portray another position. Social media does its role of voiding disagreed points but their constituents do their dirty work. They have gathered an army under their banner and ridicule those who they disagree with. Violently expressing their distaste and gruesome desires. Whether they take to the streets or not, the hurtful statements in vulgar language are only the beginning. There is an echo chamber open for ruffians to run onto the field but guards will escort them out. Now the average Joe will in his service grab the trespasser. Designated guards are still relevant but the people have become a militia of their own. A patriotic unity in favour of a monolithic ideal. The people will act under the internet’s command to quash the rebellion. Acting mercilessly to kill the impending viral attack attempting to overthrow the prophetic voice championing salvation. 

Much of these protests fall on deaf ears. While these rebels make a name for themselves as the underdog and the protesters are portrayed as a vicious parent beating a defenceless child, the story doesn’t always last. The power for change is not newsworthy. The next story has hatched and the event long forgotten. The internet carefully continues its dominance of disseminating its message to cover of the mess made by its servants. If rebellious attempts are less impactful another avenue must be assumed lest diversity cease to exist. Lest humanity fall prey to the illusionary matrix. Disassociation is the first step. Spending less time on the internet galloping for inspiration and direction. Self empowerment must emerge from the depths of the self. Once engulfed in the internet matrix it is mightily difficult to divert from its prowess. It is the all-encompassing exposed externality. It is all around and all that everyone else is partaking. A step back for a moment will realise the negligent apparatus of media appeal. Yet this informs an incredible question, if the individual is willing to be a rouge. If he is willing to be an outcast even if silently. People will catch up and he will be ousted. 

A grave decision as removing the self from social media is not easy. For those traditionalist groups who abhor the dangers of the internet, it is embedded in their system to revile the internet. Yet those who peek through the crack so sheltered their entire lives will feel liberated from their bubble for the calming matrix. No longer a marginalised individual outside the matrix. Moving from chess to checkers. From one echo chamber to another. The lack of critical thinking on both sides is dangerous. To combat the internet dangers extreme action is taken to ensure peace. No balance is pure ignorance and phobic otherness. While the exposed are caught up in the daily routine and unaware of the habituated personnel. Reading books and meditation are two examples of alone time transcending the internet ideology. Fiction and self reflection display valued portraits of what can be. What is need not be what ought to be, nor should be. Personal time is measured by introspective clarity. To reach this level of enlightenment takes considerable self esteem. To be willing to walk down a path different than everyone else. There are other like minded individuals but few and far between. A risk for one’s own convictions. It does not promise a better nor more fulfilling life. Just one that boldly defines one’s soulful ecstasy.                                                                  

    

Escaping the matrix of social coercion is bilateral. It requires self reflection and self isolation. In order for the self to properly examine itself it needs to steer clear of the pressures constricting any advances. Recognising these social pressures may happen upon the self on a lengthy hike in the mountains or during a semester abroad. The irregularity and newness shifts perception. Looking from the outside in battles the merited pillars people hold so tightly. While the internet is with you more or less wherever you may be, in a foreign area the mind eclipses the matrix and inquires of the self’s purpose. The isolating experience harks back on the group identity and if fit in. Spatial proximity advances a level of difference in emotional alienation. Yet the superior level is self reflection. Able to juggle complexity around the group. Disallowing the pressures to pierce the reflective shield. Able to fend off the devilish wolves hellbent on capturing and torturing the rogue for his treachery. Keeping a clear mind despite the raving attacks trying to compel uniformity. 

An exercise transforming into a lifestyle. Beginning to see the world differently. Feeling evermore as an outcast. Not fitting in, a bit suicidal wishing to live thirty years in the past. A bygone heritage that better relates to the current sensation. This lone wolf attitude is a prideful endeavour. One of lonely but empowered self respect. A different minded individual sticking to his chops in a sea of sharks. The more reflective, the more honest and humble the more thicker the skin. It can only break if you let them. Do not let the shield wall fall into disarray. Keep fighting back. Do not feel bad to lose the battle as long as the war is still waging. The war is only over in blatant surrender. Retreat recover and retaliate. Stay true and fight the matrix. Share your views but careful they may go unheard as well as pushed back and polemically nourished. Yet the convicted individual will not back down from a fight. He may lose but he will rise with a bloody nose and black eye not out yet. The mind can only be conquered by autonomous concession not forced fear.