The Genie

I’ve been thinking a lot about our ability to manifest. Law of Attraction. The Secret. Think and Grow Rich. Recently, I’ve been following the work of Jordan Peterson. He has a profound way of describing consciousness and being.

“The world is actually made of potential, and that potential is actualized by consciousness.”

Rule #1: I can’t kill anybody.

Rule #2: I can’t make anybody fall in love with anybody else.

Rule #3: I can’t bring people back from the dead.

Sounds pretty similar to our subconscious minds. We have more practical limits than a genie at least in terms of efficiency, but the fundamental truth is that we can grant ourselves almost anything wish if we are committed to the intention.

The key to this is to actually continually evolve ourselves to Truth.

“The Truth is something that burns. It burns off deadwood, and people don’t like having their deadwood burned off, oftentimes because they are like 95% deadwood.”

One of the things that has been profound recently is a commitment to the Truth. In marriage, in friendships, and in business.

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“If you want to have a good relationship, man, you embed it in the Truth because if you don’t embed it in the Truth, you don’t have a relationship.”

A Truth that is uncomfortable for people that I’ve recently been exploring is the idea that we have evolved for millions of years as a male dominance selection hierarchy mediated by female choice.

“The dominance hierarchy is something that breeds heroes.”

Heroes are meta-admirable, and the ideal person, the ideal man, is the person who tells the Truth. This always leads me back to the rabbit hole of the Red Pill from the Matrix.

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Which led me to this documentary, The Red Pill.

“All that my film advocates for is critical thinking for yourself as a viewer.” -Cassie Jaye

It was an interesting documentary. These days, with all the different loud factions spreading hate and fear and victim consciousness, there needs to be a greater focus on Truth and Responsibility.

We cannot find the Truth until we release our self-delusional frames of reality. We need to set the Genie free. Rather than wishing for things for our ego or worldly desires, we need to let go and discover our purpose that is greater than ourselves.

Surrender.

Freedom.

Crypto Castles

A few days ago, I went to spend some time with the Godfather. I’ve known the Godfather for years now, meeting him at a dinner party in San Francisco over a decade ago. A few years ago, we hung out for a few days in Singapore and he talked about disruptive technologies including Bitcoin, drones, 3D printing and was full of life and energy. He hosted parties at the most exclusive nightclubs and was always surrounded by interesting, brilliant people.

The Godfather gave me a hug, put his hands on my shoulders, and smiled,

“Haven’t seen you in a minute, eh?”

“Let me introduce you to some people…”

He had just gotten the keys to a new house along the Venice canals, and there was a table full of crypto experts sitting around a table with their laptops, churning away, checking out ICOs, discussing blockchain technologies, and buzzing with creative excitement.

On the drive up, I listening to a futurism podcast that was talking about Blockchain:

It is the future.

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I sat at a table, and a young blonde woman with bright eyes asked me,

“So what do you do besides this? (crypto)”

“Shamanism”, I replied.

She lit up and said, “Yes! They do go hand in hand.”

The Decentralization movement attracts an interesting mix of Hackers, Bankers, Libertarians, Anarchists, and Burners. A collision of the Technocracy and the Conscious Community. Code and Psychedelics.

“Who do you trust more? A third party? Or the fundamental laws of the Universe?”

Evening came, Amazon delivered bags of drinks and snacks, and guy wearing an EOS t-shirt arrives with several large pizzas. I chow down on a couple monster slices of heart attack pizza, covered with Canadian bacon as the futurism conversations continue.


It’s about time to go, so I head into the back room to say goodbye to The Godfather.

He puts his arm around me, looks me in the eyes and says,

“Alcohol. No good.
Weed. Some health benefits. I like it.
Cocaine, Opiates. Terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Psychedelics – uplifting. You know them well.
Now… my favorite drug of all is this.
Dissociative.”

He points at a small mound of white powder. It is a dissociative nootropic stack.

“I used to blast people off, but this is just like a sip of wine.”

He hands me a silver tube, with diamonds embedded into it.

“Silver. Kills bacteria.”

I place it to my nostril and snort the white powder. It begins to hit right away, and feels as though I’m slowly detaching my consciousness from my ego. I’m still looking through my eyes… but, I’m not exactly me. The hacker chemist who formulated the substance that I just took a hit of explains the chemistry behind what is hitting my brain, and it sounds like a foreign language. I look at him, with his messy orange hair and rainbow unicorn t-shirt, and the sheer absurdity and awesomeness of the experience hits me. My life has just been a series of wild adventures that get more surreal, more epic, and more world changing.

Suddenly, some feelings of Miss Rabbit come up. I can feel some connection with her and suddenly feel nauseous. I head into the bathroom and purge… from both ends. The pizza comes back up and out. It feels great. I spend some more time talking to the Godfather in a detached yet connected altered state.

I start feeling nauseuous again and the Godfather walks me upstairs.

“You can stay in the master bedroom. Overnight if you want. I have my other house down the street.”

I lay down on a furry blanket in the bed and hear a mosquito buzzing around. I am too tired and detached to be concerned about it and rest. I can feel myself letting go of everything. It felt as though Miss Rabbit was drifting away on her own raft, and I let her flow into her own stream of reality and whatever cosmic cord that attached me to her in Arrowhead was released. She will return completely in her own power now.

I drifted to sleep to the cacophony of tech chatter downstairs. A few hours later, I awoke to a quiet empty house with a mosquito bite on each of my elbows. It felt like a message that it’s time to focus on the mission, and let go of distractions. I have a rocketship to build.

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Windows

Life is a series of windows.

As we surf through this universe, we cannot fully bend reality to our will, but we can surf to different dimensions. Every once in a while, a sliding window opens. There is a brief moment of time, when we can feel a sense that a portal has opened to another dimension… A place of magic and possibility. It can be triggered by meeting a new exciting person… A mystical experience… A transcendent idea.

When this happens, so often, we get scared. It’s the unknown… We need to surrender to it. “What if…”, “How?”, “But.”, “I can’t…” Resistance appears. Sometimes we don’t leap through the window. That’s ok. It wasn’t meant to be. We can enjoy the echo of possibilities from that dimension in our dreams and imagination.

“What a beautiful, beautiful thing to be able to dream when you’re not asleep.”

The more we dream, the better we get at it.

“On the periphery, just outside. There’s always a window. But people are frightened to look through it. It’s safer in the prison cell.”

Someday, a window to magic will open and it will be time to leap.

Spliff MacGyver == Tyler Durden?

“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we are free to do anything.”

There have definitely been times in the past year, especially when Spliff is offsite, living in a bush, cave, or on the streets, that I wonder to myself…

“Is Spliff real? Or am I having a psychotic episode, and he’s actually me?”

Of course, I am usually super blazed when I have these thoughts. However, is it possible, that he’s just a subconscious manifestation of myself that I created in my mind and that it’s actually me that is dirty and homeless on the streets? What if my subconscious mind is just protecting me from reality, and that this San Diego suburban bubble life that I live is actually a dream or illusion? What a mindfuck

“Fuck Redemption. We are God’s unwanted children.”

Spliff hasn’t said those exact words, however he and Jimmy have definitely reflected that sentiment several times when fear and uncertainty kick in. I’ve also shared this observation with Spliff that maybe he is Tyler Durden, and his response is

“I don’t know bro, maybe, but I think I’m real.”