Directing Your Brain Towards Specific “Brain Modes” For The Ultimate Cognition.

First of all, what you consider ultimate is going to differ from everyone else. Secondly, I invented the term “Brain Mode,” to frame the context below.

Lately, I have been a very active international audience of American politics, because I have been talking about Fake News since 1991, and been waiting for their reckoning for 28 years, along the endless wars. Once it was clear Trump had delivered on that, I began losing interest in his scene again. The results are that most of my subconscious has become oratory, and me actually too. That is something I do not remember having been since birth, that is, up until now. I can suddenly dominate busy talkers and it’s happening on auto.

Realizing that my brain went from artistic and entrepreneur and to oratory and stoic mode, is nothing less than a breakthrough discovery. I now view the programming of the subconscious in a manner, hereto unbeknownst to myself, and I guess the world in general. I am certain that I am merely rediscovering some ancient manners, but it’s still exciting though.

By the actual Brain Mode, I mean the type of scene the brain is in, like politics. What I didn’t know, is that it may be possible to induce temporary changes quite fast, by putting our brain into another brain mode and then stick with it long enough. It is a given fact we all understand, that perpetual exposure does indeed change us and the brain eventually. Any kind of a job over years, is going to reshape our way of thinking.

This brand new discovery will now be harvested in an experiment to create the ultimate brain programming tool.

The Benefits Of Smoking Weed When Your Brain Has Given Up.

This is NOT a recommendation to anyone, because I don’t know you and refuse to take the responsilbility for how the internet may or may not inspire you, that’s your own personal responsibility.

Now. My brain, is kaput. After too many years in excessive emotinal and mental stress, I’m fucked. I kept listening to friends that told me I wasn’t that bad off, and I neglected my own gut feeling, because I wasn’t aware of how I had been raised. I was raised in a way that made me attracted to serving toxic assholes.

I have lost the ability to process feelings, because my brain doesn’t have the capacity. If I make the mistake of feeling when sober, it goes all out of whack. I just shake, tremble, cry and all kinds of other things. Not from sadness or happiness, just from lack of cognitive energy, so it goes all over the place. Besides this, I also have memory issues, self-esteem issues in the inner dialogue, whos’ ever failing intent, is to kill me. It’s too late, I installed parachutes via NLP, that kick in and divert that dialogue into either the rationalizing of neurochemistry, or some hope for the future, and acceptance of where I am at the moment.

When I get high, the first 2-3 hour are like being smashed up against a wall. Pulling the breaks on my mind, is so painful, I regret going sober every time I have to readjust to my usual medical portioning, which is so little, I barely get high. What happens instead, is that the afforementioned issues simply vanish. When I smoke, I become a beautiful human being. I’m so good at this, people that know me, now think I’m sober when I’m high, and high when I’m sober. I can’t tell anyone, because then they switch sides and suddenly my progress is dangerous and they want me to go back to hell.

Another added bonus, now that I’m not just escaping or enjoying the smoke, is that my brain LITS UP! For real. I get access to my psyche, creativity and productivity like it used to be, many years ago, along with new things from the experience; humility, maturity, patience and hope. No one will ever take this away from me, unless they want me to go fully public and demand a new legislation to prevent suicide and other things. It is too late for people to try and negoitate me into a different point of view.

When I’m sober, my apartment gradually gets worse, because I’m cool with being a messy loser when I’m sober. When I’m high, I write down what needs to be done and get it all done, often in a single day. Few days ago, I took a 25 hours straight working in the PC. It was so interesting I simply forgot about time. The last time was when I painted my apartment. 26.5 hours straight, and only breaks to eat, smoke and toilet. I was two sunrises on that shift and was carrying furniture around most of the time in one hand, while painting in the other. When I’m sober, I can’t do more than two hours a day, and then I need a break for a day or two, or more. The last job I had, I showed up a bit high everyday and was told I was irreplaceable. I have also been celebrated for my memory skills while high, by people that now believe in me, because they think I’m clean.

I’m not the only one who feels this way, there are more, but this aspect never really reaches any debates. Once I get things into a proper balance, the plan is to replace weed with a solid lifestyle, but to get that into discipline, requires weeks of daily smoking. The reason is that I have to stay in balance long enough for things to become automatic. If I take a break, I can’t even remember to fetch that fitness plan, it just somehow vanishes and the next day I’m like “Ahh yes, I was going to work out.” Three days later, nothing. I’m always about to do it, but my brain just shuts off and floods in half ready ideas I can’t dissect, they flee the minute I try to understand them better.

My past was shite, my present is a challenge and my future will be very hard and even more awesome.

Cheers!

How America’s Democrats Are Neglecting Severely Mentally Ill Teenagers.

The part about America, begins after this headline below: “Looking Towards America From Across The Atlantic.” I have included my story for leverage and incase someone can relate and won’t feel alienated any longer. There are many of us and we have no powerful voice in this world.

Introduction.

I’m turning forty-three soon. After several years in excessive mental hell, and a lifetime of just feeling dreadfully unwelcome in this world, I can easily relate to people in that situation. Addiction, homelessness, hallucinating panic attacks, suicide attempts, bed ridden depression, severe anxiety, heartbreaking social isolation for too long and so forth, have been just ordinary days for the last few years.

In my opinion and infernal experience, the fundamental issue we face today in Western psychiatry, is lack of proper and substantial diagnosis. I had myself voluntarily committed in 2014, while breaking up with my ex over Christmas and thereby separating our kids a week later, after being half-siblings for three and a half years. In January 2015 I went homeless without knowing it or planning it, but after these years with a narcissistic alcoholic and possibly brain damage, I kind of just gradually went homeless in a thick haze of brain fog, defeat and chronic stress/fatigue.

Going Through Horror In Psychiatry.

The diagnosis I got on Christmas 2014, was made in about ten minutes by, I think, a nurse student in her early twenties. Just a single page questionnaire. The day after, a psychiatrist walks in and declares that I am Bi-Polar. I felt so threatened by his lack of professionalism, that I denied all help for months. And because he’s the head doctor, NO ONE in the system dared question his authority, so I was stuck with pressuring my biggest issues down by force for months, just to get by. Eventually I went back and wanted to talk about all the compounded issues, but even that relationship was more or less dismissed, as was my state at the time as a homeless person. Instead, I faced a variety of what I experienced at the time, as manipulation techniques to accept the drugs.

Eventually, my situation got so dire, I went back in, now for the fourth or fifth time. I hadn’t really been sleeping much and accepted a small dosage of Seroquel to help me sleep. After reading about it first, I found out it’s an anti-psychotic, something I was very skeptical off. Not least was I worried because of all the violence that drug can cause when given to the wrong patient. But it’s a standard sleeping pill today, and I don’t think they have much else here to be honest.

I was so tired and desperate for rest, that I took the pill and some hours later, finally collapsed into sleep. The following morning I got up and could instantly recognize that something wasn’t right. The way in which I was stoned, was so strong, that it totally outdid the opium mixed hash I got back in 1999, by far. The high was eerie or kind of creepy. This was no paradise narcotic.

What then followed, cannot be described well with words, but here goes:

My breathing suddenly went automatically into extremely deep and super fast hyperventilation, something you cannot do by intent.
My heart rate shot way over what my heart can handle at the most intensity at the gym, probably to somewhere around the 200bpm mark, for a heart that was totally out of shape, and probably irregular as well.
The overdose of oxygen and insane transfer of blood, made my body feel like it was boiling inside and about to explode like a bomb.
During this rush, my brain played very short clips of extreme and brutally disgusting violence, which felt like 100.000 frames per second.
When a split second of clarity presented itself, I realized that I was about to run my forehead into a wall to stop the images in my head, when I said: “It’s the drugs, it has to be. New drugs, new state. This is too abnormal to be me.” I managed to calm down and rationalize it as an emotional detox. Unfortunately, I don’t think many people can rationalize hell so easily as I can. I dread knowing there are many others forced and manipulated into the same.
When I got out of the room, I could barely breathe or walk. Somehow, I managed to walk three hallways, until I found ALL five staff together in the office. All women and by far not strong enough to take down a totally violent man in psychosis and above average in normal physical strength. Imagine if your boss put YOU in that situation. See, when you zombify the patients, they don’t require care or safety. Their failure was that they forgot to re-medicate me, so I “woke up.”
The very young nurse whom had gotten me to take the pill, asked if I had it under control, to which I replied yes, because I didn’t trust her anymore. I was lying. I was scared out of my mind. Scared I might kill myself or someone else in there. She recommended a hot shower and that was it.
Later that day, I got permission to go outside and visit the little corner shop to buy something else to eat. When I got out, I just went straight home. There was no way I was going to let these people end it for me. Not on my watch, not ever.

During the next six weeks or so, I could barely look at any people, because too often, I would see the same infernal images, where it looked like they were being slaughtered. Even my own child was brutally stabbed in a hallucination so strong, I thought it was happening. Toddlers, old people, you name it, I saw it all and it was very bad. I have come to believe that the anti-psychotic, actually triggered psychosis. When I asked around, everyone had the same story: No psychosis prior to an anti-psychotic. I know that in Iceland, suicide post rehab, increased by 63% over a few years period not so long ago. I think they use the same drug over there.

Now, even though it was hard and even though I was crying a lot because I thought this was it, I still brushed it off, because I’m rough, experienced, hard, open minded about what it could mean, AND over forty years old. Try and imagine the same situation for a seventeen years old kid, constantly bullied, raised by loser parents and absolutely no self-esteem or self-love. Just a dreadful existence with no meaning in life. Nothing but the despair of being recognized, until it’s time to pull the plug with one last chance of being seen or heard.

Looking Towards America From Across The Atlantic.

We all know that in America, psychiatry is a sad and a nightmarish joke. We all know that Big Pharma pushes agendas to sell more drugs and to cut diagnosis to prevent therapy and other solutions first. I get that some billionaires just are like that. What I do absolutely not get, is when the American left starts talking about gun control in regards of school shootings. We don’t need guns for that in Europe, we use cars for that. In Denmark, people usually just snap and kill their family. Why would you use a gun anyway? There are more effective methods to slaughter a large group of people. Guns only make sense if you want to make a statement, because it’s a personal act, like being a hunter on revenge against the world.

The American left has totally silenced aforementioned issues and keeps focusing on the guns. And that my friend, is an evil act of ignorance. While they try and secure votes, year after year, those that need the help bad, can’t get it. Perhaps because politicians generally lack the courage to keep Big Pharma in check? Only people like Donald Trump dare go against those companies. And when he does, for example with lower medical costs recently, the left hates him for it. And when they do, they hurt us who are suffering immensely. It always saddens me to see my former leftie scene celebrate each other, as they try and tear Trump apart on issues that I know will help a great many ill people.

The American left does not really care about mentally ill kids in the US, not in the least. These suffering young souls, are just a trade in card for politics to ban guns, because it would be a political victory for the left. Before America fixes her insanity problem, her citizens will continue living with consistent threat of either school shootings, or other kinds of school murders.

Walk Away.

Once we manage to help ourselves, the next logical step is to help others we can relate to, and that is why this article was written. I would like to encourage ALL lefties and liberals in the US to join the ranks of awake and reasonable types, to just walk away. Until their Democrats over there start putting their people before their hunger for attention and career gains. They are indirectly asking for more school violence through lack of leadership on the Big Pharma factor.

Conclusion.

As for my ongoing success with recovery; I finally made the leap and took full responsibility and found a way to overcome most of these issues in about six months. I’m better, faster and way more thorough at this than the psychiatric solutions we have over here. Getting through this mess without help, required me to accept suicide as a potential outcome. Since then, I have cut ties with all of my friends and all of my family, aside from my daughter and her folks, because it was impossible to do what I have done, without constant interference from my former people, pushing me closer to psychiatry and thereby closer to death. That’s how I experienced it back then and I still stand by the decision, because today, I’m finally finding inner peace. Finally at the age of 42, it feels realistic to become happy.

The Burden Of Unfulfilled Potential Is Killing Me.

During self-therapy recently, and as always by using cannabis to remove the past burdens and to clear my mind, it became evident that my only problem has been suffocating my potential to not be uncomfortable to anyone. To my closest ones, I can’t explain all the depression, anxiety, consistent feeling of having to kill myself and all the other dire consequences, as a result of having had to kill my spirit, just to be accepted. My brain is quite extraordinary and used to pump out one huge idea after the next, some of which I carried out with way more success than is normal. Those ideas I had time for anyway.

As a child, I was raised to be easy to deal with. My role was taking no risks, saying nothing to anyone that might have them question my sanity and basically just tag along so compliant, that no one would ever have to notice me. It took up until the age of thirteen to finally be able to behave without any of my real personality shining through. Every now and then, I would regret heavily letting myself out of the social closet, because when you’re hyperintelligent, almost everyone thinks you’re stupid. Now, at the age of forty-three, I have finally managed to get my own family out of my life, for good, and it’s first now that I stand the slightest chance of getting off of that suicidal path that began thirty years ago. I was so desensitized, I didn’t even realize that I was having a problem with being bullied, it was my role to be the compliant child, to EVERYONE.

I truly believe that almost every person I ever met, was a total waste of time. Because us nice people, do not attract anyone that selflessly wants us good, only people that want something from us. Hundreds of people have liked me because I was dishonest and just said what I was supposed to say, to make everyone feel nice so no one would have to risk being confronted with the truth. My father’s unpredictable rage made me a natural master in not only knowing what people are about to do before they do it but also to know exactly what to do and say to have them change on the spot, to a non-threatening way.

Having an overprotective mother didn’t help, as it was she that made sure I just froze inside, I guess to protect me from my dad and becoming the master of taking endless abuse.

The thing is, I have the potential to solve EVERY problem in the world. It’s all so clear, both on the personal and the global level, as every problem we can fix, is a human problem, and every human being is very easy to move and change, with the right approach. Every day I think about what the world would have become, had I had the courage to believe in myself in my twenties when I had so much energy, I spent it all on overtime at the fish factory. There I would listen to the news and go like “Oh, that’s not a challenge, as long as someone would connect these dots here, that issue would solve.”

Look at fossil fuels for example. If the actual amount of unharvested oil in the ground was made public, the price of oil would drop into a bottomless pit. Consumer prices wouldn’t change, oil taxes would rise and perhaps the price would drop a tiny bit to improve the ratings of our leaders. That extra money could be used to subsidize green energy and voila, everybody wins, much faster than we are used to. Any problem is the same as any other problem. There are “moving parts” that are stuck, and doors need to be opened for these parts to fall into place. Obstacles get removed, and the chain of logistics, even emotionally, flows like a river.

It does not matter the problem, it does not matter the word. When I allow for it, my brain just goes to work and before an hour has passed, I have a plan with one hundred items on how to solve anything. Everything is the same in my brain. Nothing holds more importance than anything else, in my brain; which renders an unbiased version of the possibilities. No agenda, no personal gain, just a highway to resolve, with the checklist generated faster than I can keep up with.

Being consistently aware of this, while being stuck in a bubble of extreme self-doubt, has resulted in a life long misery, with all these years wasted on people I should have left the day I turned eighteen, never to look back again. Every friend I ever chose, was chosen to reinforce and perpetuate the suffocation initiated by my parents.

Having this potential and having squandered the best years of my life, just to be accepted by my parents, has led me to the realization, that I deserve death. Some people would argue that it would traumatize my child, soon to turn to a teenager. I disagree. Imagine growing up and learning that your father was a genius, but chose to be a pussy to please people she will never meet anyway. I think I would do her a great service being honest for just once and tell it the way I see it; through death by my own hand. It’s my insurance policy: If I give up once more, it’s over. No reason to live. Not at this age.

Having that said. After all these sacrifices, I am still somehow certain that I will succeed in bringing on changes to this world, hitherto believed to be impossible. It will take years and decades, until then, it’s just a day by day, leveling up and guarding that mind for what it really is, the solution to all of our problems. Step by step, gradually killing of old relationships, while building up new relations with people who actually believe it’s normal to let yourself shine in this world.

By easy, I mean it’s doable. What’s easy for me, may perhaps be super hard for someone else. Otherwise, it’s just a matter of connecting resources with solutions and since every problem and everything really is, to me, the same, the size of the problem is not a variable I could ever stress over. It’s just a matter of logistics and patience.

As for family. After several years of endless digging in the dirt and alone, it’s either a matter of a simple life and a lifetime of recovery, because the mess inside is so dense, or, a matter of fulfilling my potential. The sacrifice sucks, but I somehow think my parents would rather have me live and succeed than to die pleasing. I also wish I could share this with someone in real life. It’s dangerously lonely just being myself, can’t wait for the grind and failures.

Still to this day, and ever since I was a little kid, I keep hearing this question in my head: “Why all these problems in the world, when it’s so easy to fix.”

On Personal Expression and how to Master the First Impression.

I want you to think about how many times today, you have had a real-life connection with someone. It can be anything as tiny as a facial expression to a stranger, and on to a full-blown discussion about the meaning of life at the pub after work. Either way, in any society we participate somewhat in, there are a lot of interactions we go through, mostly without noticing it.

Imagine if all of your social interactions were flowing on your terms.

Think about your current life and if there is anything you would like to improve. The key almost always lies in access to new people with those resources we require to advance, or in already established connections. To distinguish between which, is by asking yourself: “Do I want this old connection in my life once I acquire this skill? If the answer is no, you require new contacts. However things play out, it is without doubt, that in personal relations, reap better teamwork results. The last thing you want is to show up unprepared and instantly be placed in a lower social hierarchy.

How does one cultivate the mastery of personal expression?

For those of you that have problems with social interactions in general, learn to accept that it can take a long time and many failed efforts, to reach notable success. Keep working on these points, and remember that when you are finally there, you will be glad for doing the work. Once you are there, you won’t ever have to look back at your days of shyness. It is very important to stay committed in the face of all the awkwardness, to override the old programming. Prevail like never before!

By working on those every day small interactions with three questions in mind before each and every one of these three, until it becomes second nature and the habit training becomes actual habits and routines:

1. How do I prepare myself for this interaction? – This can be down to how you adjust your posture and facial expression before encountering any individual interaction.

Point 1 can be rehearsed throughout the day. A networking specialist, recommended people placing post-it stickers on each side of a doorway, in eyesight height. It was to remind the person to always enter a doorway in a natural and an open posture. Break your obstacles down into individual components and then work down that list. Find help to tackle each smaller challenge to speed up your progress and practice any time you find, until your subconscious is re-programmed. That way you will be directed towards your goal of mastering that first expression and social time in general.

2. What do I make off the situation? – Does your pulse go up, perhaps because of social awkwardness/anxiety? Breath deeply and as you exhale, say the word “calm,” with the “m” dragging out a bit. Repeat this a few times during possible talking breaks. In other words, learn to control your reactions in any situation, by first spotting the trigger and then by analyzing and rationalizing the reaction. And thereby creating an opening for the re-programming of your responses. To calm down before an encounter, touch your fingertips with the adjacent fingertips of the other hand. Hold this for a while with your eyes closed, and concentrate on your breathing. The touching of the fingertips seems to put both brain hemispheres into balance.

Point 2 must be practiced in the field and to speed things up, you might want to create more uncomfortable situations in public, just to overcome them. A simple quick fix is to just engage more in society, go places and buy things. It doesn’t have to cost a fortune, just a cup of coffee will do for starters.

3. Once the interaction is over and you have time to think, go back over it and find the trouble areas. Write down in a notebook, what may have gotten in the way of your self-esteem and fulfillment inside. Do so until you have corrected all areas of challenges to be overcome.

Get that notebook and start writing down how various interactions go.
Reverse engineer your interactions, analyze trouble areas and suggest a new way, in writing, on how to prevent that from happening again.
Choose which reaction to practice next and memorize it in writing.
Next time you practice, you have your goals in the notebook.

Point 3 should be noted down in a notebook, directly afterward if possible. That is to vividly find mental rehearse points to work on before the next interaction. The fastest way to really get personal expression under your control is to be methodical about it.

By doing this over and over again, your first impression will eventually become naturally great.

To sum it all up, here is a re-cap of the article:

Every social interaction has room for improvement.
To take advantage of that, you must prepare, practice and prevail.
First, analyze your current situation.
Use that material to choose what to practice.
Mindfully walk into real-life encounters with the goal in mind.
Spot triggers and try and get them under control.
Analyze and reverse the interaction.
Write down goals for the next interaction.
Get a notebook and a pen.
Start adding in extra social situations for practice.

Remember to take your time, it WILL get better over time with practice. Just think about the upcoming summer of 2019 and how ready you will be by then, with that notebook, pen, and social mindfulness. Once it’s all natural, your first impression will be too.

What Is “Insanity Triggering” On Social Media And How Does It Work?

Disclaimer: This article is a brainstorm of a work in progress, likely to be updated or replaced with a better version in the future. I do not allow commenting, because it’s unhealthy in my experience, to debate on the internet, a rule I break with my vanities, in the process of being addressed, on YouTube, for now.

Some time ago, I came across some information online, that stated that the endless information flow in small bits, from different sources, was interrupting out mental processing with never before seen consequences. For some time, I had suspected a disruption of the prefrontal cortex with all these little dopamine hits from likes, dislikes, comments, notifications and so forth.

I left Facebook because I kept waking up with a “dry head,” so to speak. My brain was in exactly the same state when I woke up, as it had been in when I went to sleep. It got so bad, I had to delete my account and go all in on deleting Instagram and Twitter too. WhatsApp, Skype and these little ones followed thereafter. I am headed back to having a normal phone and to read books and be around “offline” people in real life. Having hundreds of ongoing discussions, became too much of an insanity cycle.

Then one day, it all came together with that new information, confirming my believe that something was being intentionally done to us by these algorithms that wasn’t just addictive, but downright dangerous.

First of all, the modern day attention span is so short, we never reflect on the information we consume on social media, it’s just one stream of toxic addiction and it’s getting worse, according to an explosion in cyber bullying and narcissistic behavior in society. The results are that people no longer debate to much lengths, but get instantly triggered into an animalistic reactionary war of ideas they can’t really debate, because their brains are no longer up for the task.

Secondly, I came across an article recently, that claims after scientific research with brain scans, that these algorithms actually shut off the areas of the brain that develop empathy, hence laying the ground for actual development of sociopathy, psychopathy and narcissism in young users, and perhaps keeping older and more fortunate users of more empathetic generations, in a state of pure evil while engaging with others on social medias.

The main problem is, that companies like Facebook, have known about this for years and have designed their profit model around killing empathy and free thought, because otherwise, we would probably all leave their services immediately; were people to realize that they are being exposed to deliberate threat of massive proportions and perhaps with irreparable consequences, at least in millennials and younger generations. Us older generations do not need more bitterness and dementia.

I deleted all social media recently, starting with Facebook some months ago, and it’s like getting a new life, except for I’m going back to being normal, just wiser. No longer do I seek the company of active social media users, because it’s quite impossible to keep a dialogue with anyone these days, because the damn phones always pop up in the middle of a talk, and I have to wait until the addict has been fed more toxicity. The big revelation came two days ago, when the last adult friend in my life, showed me a Facebook group she is a member of, where everybody was competing at how mean they could be over a picture of some poor girl whom made the “mistake” of taking a selfie wearing the wrong thong. Having very low personal standards are the new “thing.” My guess is her amazing fitness made them envious and hence, hundreds of women and dozens of loser men, gathered around that picture to destroy her life, with some comments receiving over one thousand likes. This is apparently “female privilege,” according to my now former friend. For someone that has experienced bullying to a certain degree by his entire community for being different, it sure wasn’t nice to see a friend engage in this type of behavior.

People nowadays have become exactly like the ignorant crowds of the past in Europe, cheering over public executions of sinners and anti-authority figures, with people like Leonardo DaVinci facing a possible execution, because someone whispered anonymously to the authorities that he was a homosexual, all because of envy by some loser whom didn’t have the courage to take better care of their lives, probably subjugated by their own family for having an opinion that didn’t score high enough on the social ratings of their era. Much like Germans whom told the Nazis where Jews were hiding. One does not have to be a Nazi to become like one. Identity politics and oppression on behalf of that, through massive brainwashing of the ordinary, dates back thousands of years, with Jesus Christ himself, being the most famous example of how a Twitter mob eventually evolves. The leftist media has been trying hard to destroy Elon Musk for example. His eternal sin has been to help us use green energy instead of oil, and the CNN flock sure hates him for it, as long as they are being told to. These people used to be environmentalists. During the Obama years, it was the Conservative media. People are people and most people don’t have the courage to denounce all of this, because it can cost them social credit and public ridicule, leading them to the next public hanging. Silicon Valley has now become the very thing is began liberating us from, oppressive media in the hands of Tyranny.

Nowhere is this as obvious as with those Trump haters on Twitter. He sure knows how to play the crowd on the left, fully aware that while they scream at him on Twitter, they are completely unable to process a clear thought about their own candidates, whom cannot even get on the left medias, like CNN, unless they say something shocking, like “Impeach the mf.” We all talk like that in real life and online, or most of us, but the minute it’s on TV, people now stand a chance at becoming famous in politics, not because they have something to offer, but because that women is now a public bigot. It’s quite sad that the entire left can’t see through this destruction of their own minds, not by Trump, but by their addiction to being made angry on social media. CNN is now citing “critics,” on Twitter as journalistic research material. I don’t think Trump has to worry much about 2020, much thanks to the Silicon Valley companies whom are failing badly at turning people against him, as they have no mental capacity left to do much but complain in sympathetic pain, as opposed to bringing on a real candidate, whom doesn’t fall prey to the modern insanity. How hard can it be finding someone of a more moral character than Donald Trump? Quite impossible in the modern era I guess.

Thirdly: I also heard, I believe on “Impact Theory” on YouTube, that we get as many bad news in ten hours, or a day, that we got in a lifetimes prior to industrialization. A quick read about the Amygdala should have anyone super worried about that.

Not to mention the comparison factor, which is a major contributor to the modern rise in depression and anxiety, something that the new generations are not at all equipped to deal with, because they came to this world in unprecedented luxury.

Personally I think we are headed for a disaster, with capitalism eating itself to death and the socialists all gone mad in attention seeking. Perhaps it’s what we need? For the weak people of today to face some kind of a homelessness on a scale, never before seen, to toughen them up and to end the stronghold of “Insanity Triggering.”

The Inflammation Industry Is A Serious Burden On The People Of This World.

This article is not intended to shed a clear scientific light on the problem, but rather to act as an inspiration based piece for further in-depth discussion.

Inflammation has been identified by some science based experts as the leading cause to all disease and it is apparent by the amount of inflammatory foods available at low prices, that the human race is stuck in a vicious cycle of the consumption of foods that cause disease and semi-successful consumption of medicine aimed at lowering inflammation.

My own personal story of lifting that brain fog, of putting an end to three decades of more depression than not and a lifetime of anxiety, with it’s roots in early development, being decisive about eating non-inflammatory foods has saved me tons of trouble to finally stand a chance at becoming alive for the first time in my life, at the age of 43. I have barely ever touched any medicine whatsoever, to the point of suffering from excessive hay fever most summers, simply because I believe in being personally responsible for your own health.

The cost of illness, physical, mental and emotional in the world, amounts to quite a few trillions of dollars every year and the cost of subsidizing the very foods that keep people going back to their doctor for yet another diagnosis and more pills, is staggering. Probably in the dozens of trillions every year. Imagine all these hours people work, just to eat themselves into sickness, plus the wasted years, only to do the same for recovery, once their youth starts fading off.

We all know what is healthy and what is unhealthy, but until the individual gathers the courage to take charge and silence the voices around them, both in person and in the media, the human race continues to waste dozens of trillions of resources on this cycle of victim mentality. The quick fix culture is indeed a goldmine of trillions.

In order to overcome all of this and really get my life together, I have unfortunately been forced to delete the words “family” and “friends” from my vocabulary, after years of ill health, and consistent pressure from people very close to me, to eat more inflammatory foods. Ordinary people often look down on narcotic addicts, because it’s to comfortable to judge others for the same basic behavior, as opposed to having to take full responsibility for their own future.

Nowhere is this as prevailing as with parents whom feed their children with inflammatory foods, out of sheer guilt of being too harsh if they were to demand that their children would rise above the average person in health, making them targets of bullying, by children from spiritually weaker families. In reality though, most parents want their children to fail in life, because in order to have a winning child, one must first become a winning parent, something excessively hard to achieve, so we drag our children down to our lame level, and then congratulate them for being like mommy and daddy. Reversing this cycle has been incredibly difficult, but something I as a weekend parent, insisted on doing to not have my own child be the bringer of inflammation into my home. It really was like dealing with a drug addict in recovery. Most times I would feel guilty that I intended for my daughter to grow strong and powerful, because that would make the less fortunately raised children feel inferior in comparison, making me the evil parent amongst the other losing parents. Now that she is twelve and after a great many discussions, we have come to the agreement that things are simply different with dad. I have also stopped feeling guilty that my child will be above the average. Which is a pest in the modern society; to make sure every child fails evenly so that no loser and entitled parent will have to point fingers at themselves, for the misery they have brought on to their child.

I will never apologize for what I am about to say next: The thing is, with women taking more and more control over society, health has gone downwards, perhaps because they aren’t willing to become strong enough to withstand the guilt of comfort eating? Hence they now blame white men for everything, because that argument cannot be defeated, and hence, inflammation is allowed to screw everyone over. One might think that Big Pharma and Big Food somehow infiltrated the feminist movement and ruined all these important female victories of the past. It wasn’t a problem with men to go my own way, but my own mother whom even insisted on giving me pocket money to fund niceties to make sure I wasn’t struggling too hard, which is something I chose to do, in order to break the spell of her over protection, and now her son is forever gone from her life, to ever stand a chance of being healthy. I do not identify as a MGTOW, but life without a woman in 2019 is far better than before. Finally I’m free to be tough and brutal enough on myself, without having to play this theater of life, where I work out harder than women prefer me to, and eat healthy all the time, aside from when I have been around female friends, where I intentionally cave in to their comfort eating, to protect their feelings and themselves from having to be honest about their health, i.e. to not be a heartless bigot. We certainly live in strange times of weakness being celebrated as the ultimate achievement, with every standard being lowered, to make sure no one has to struggle or suffer one bit. Which is strange, given the fact that the very strongest achievers are often female. The Inflammation industry has never been as fortunate as today. Even the Vegan movement with their emphasis on wheat being a viable replacement for all meat whatsoever, is doing Big Pharma a major favor. The truth has become treason, and people flock on social media to one lie after the next, because most of us are quite unhealthy, inside out, and the comfort zones have never been as large as today. Personally, I eat close to Vegan because it helped me, just as the carnivore diet has helped others. I am also quite the opponent of violence, not least the cyber bullying the comfort eaters and radical leftist engage in on social media, leading one girl after the other into suicide because she’s not fat after months of hard work at the gym.

To close off, this blog is not a platform for the sharing of opinions, hence I do not allow any comments. Our excessive NEED to be heard and validated at all times, is a mental health epidemic in the form of depression and anxiety and I can only recommend that you turn away from social media commentary and read books instead. It will brin your attention span back to where it belongs in our evolution, hindering you from going frantic, neurotic and judgmental. This is a platform for me to try and root through to exact causes of illness, emotional, mental and physical. To try and elevate the human spirit for every individual out there, regardless of age, race, nationality or gender.

Are you ready to take full ownership for your life, or will you continue down the path of just being like everyone else because you are afraid of offending people by becoming healthier than the average?

The Cause And Cure To All Illness, Is The State Of The Human Spirit

Have you ever wondered if there was this one fundamental element that dictated your state of health; emotional, mental and physical?
So have I.

After many years of exploring my own health on all three levels, I am left with this consistent feeling of friction in the solar plexus, the belly, the third Chakra.

It is there I believe the foundation to all health issues to be residing. What differentiates us could be several things, including our genetic code, our upbringing, our lifestyle and more.

Why is it that on some days, you are absolutely done for, yet on other days, you have tons of energy, regardless of your overall lifestyle?

Why is it that when we do something we love, it is as if we can easily go on and on for many hours without feeling a thing, yet on other days, we cave in quite quickly and allow ourselves to fall prey to obstacles, which do not present us with a health based downfall on those empowered days?

It must be our human spirit.

For the past nine days, I have been gradually spiraling down into what became a full blown depression today, culminating in suicide ideaation, until I decided that enough was enough, slapped myself on the face and began meditating. Ever since I overcame most of my own obstacles, I have been searching for a business venture to embark on, something meaningful and something I will be willing to sustain through for the years and decades to come.

I had plundered a great many ideas, from acquisitions, to the music industry, to apps and some kind of shops, online and in real life. Suddenly through the meditation today, and after years of searching for answers, it finally presented itself:

“The Cause & Cure To All Illness.” Suddenly the depression lifted, I nearly jumped up on my feet, ate what I had left in the fridge, super empowered and found my way to the library to start this new business, here on WordPress.

On my way here, the rest presented itself; “is the state of the human spirit.”

Hence I’m here, combining all my efforts over the years and decades of misery and confusion, into what I believe to be a trillion dollar industry waiting to happen; a real cure to all illness.

Public health care can only survive as long as society has enough cash flow to fund it, and enough healthy people to not be an overly burden on the resources, and privatized health care can only survive as long as people can afford to pay for it from their own pockets.

Given the ever failing state of socialism and the ongoing self destruction of capitalism, coupled with the ever increasing age of the population, with an ever decreasing workforce to take care of us all, it is certain at this point in history, that something will have to change.

After I left social media for good, my personal mental health has skyrocketed, as I am no longer the target of these algorithms that shorten our attention span so much, that we are left in a state of frantic reactions and fear based advertising models. Consistent stress throughout the day is of course a major contributor to poor health. Fortunately, companies like Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Spotify and Netflix, are committing an economic suicide with their neglecting of consumer care, and it is evident in year 2019, that these models are neither sustainable financially, nor personally for their customers.

Additionally, the pharmaceutical companies have knowingly been neglecting the lethal consequences of their practices, resulting in an ever growing frustration among the general public, resulting in more and more people seeking advice outside of the doctor’s office, sometimes with horrible results, sometimes with little results, and sometimes with spectacular results.

I am one of those spectacular results. I am also flat broke and still on welfare, about to turn forty three years old, with no savings, no education, no career, no victories and an IQ in the 130-150 range, according to various online tests, to be finally verified by Mensa, once my mental capacity is at it’s natural level.

Through out my life, I have always felt short of intellect, because I was raised as “the silly one,” and dropped out of school mentally at the age of 14, because I believed I was stupid. Thereafter, I entered life from the stand point of being the pleasing clown, to make sure everybody liked me and no one got upset by my true nature.

Having that said, perhaps it was my destiny to first suffer at the hands of the less intelligent, driving me insane and on to the brink of suicide more times than I can remember, just so that I could figure this out and save the human race right before it becomes too late.

In order to liberate myself and to set my full mental capacity and ambitions free, I have been forced to make some drastic sacrifices, including killing my dream of music after 27 years of mastering the guitar, to cut out all friendships, and to cut the ties with the entirety of my family, aside from my own child, just to get a peace of mind and to be able to stay laser focused on releasing my full potential. A potential which is quite extraordinary in comparison to the people I have met in life, yet ordinary to myself.

This brand new business will start as a brain storming blog and perhaps, if it makes economic sense, spill into other ventures and content, either for free or money. If the music has taught me one thing, it is that people for some reason don’t want anything for free if it is to give them benefits. Endless free concerts never led to anything but frustrations and it would barely be honest or human if I wouldn’t rake in gold in the process of demonetizing the failed aspects of the health industry. Those trillions we are over spending on failed health care, would be better spent on cleaning up pollution, to end human trafficking, to put an end to the arms race, to do this and that and so forth. I don’t want the money to shop, I want it to pursue other changes in the world, by redirecting the cash flow away from desperate money addicts and towards souls of resolution in other industries.

We still have time to change the road we’re on and since no one else is willing to be the main leader in that, I have chosen that job.