Afterwards,
What you
experience, what you, supposedly, go through, right now, is the inevitable
result of what you have done, and, perhaps, even more importantly, what you haven’t
done, what you refused to do, what you knew, you should have done, but what you
didn’t do, because you still didn't allow yourself to do it. Stated differently,
your present is made possible or
impossible by your past. In Disembodied Language (DL), you don’t pay sufficient
attention, to what is in your attention, consequently, you don’t describe
your experiences correctly with your language.
You may not like,
that I say this, that I rub it in, but the reason that you read this, is, of
course, because you have a hangover about your own behavior. You read this,
because you don’t have a clue about what you are doing, where you are going or
why you are being here. Presumably, you are searching, trying to find out what you
want, trying to understand what is going
on.
With DL, you
are, unknowingly, forever living in the great afterwards. The only way you are
ever going to get out of your backward way of life, is if you stop your DL and
begin to have Embodied Language (EL). Your EL is not some ideal, but a reality.
You can’t have any EL as long as your DL is still happening. Your future with
DL is bleak, because all your problems will increase and get worse, but accepting,
understanding and saying this right now, is your first step into a new way of life.
Only when
you read my words out loud, so that you can hear your own voice, do you use
them correctly and soon afterwards, you’ll notice a change in the sound of your
voice. When this happens, many new things will be going on. You should stop
reading this text and start talking out loud with yourself, so you can finally tell
yourself – in your own words, with your new sound – why you weren’t doing this
before.
How many
times it happened, you experienced the same dreadful feelings, the same
horrible people or the same stupid problems? Each time you, supposedly, thought
afterwards, that you would get better, you would somehow improve, but nothing
like that ever happened, because you weren’t thinking, you were only imagining
that you were thinking. If you would have said, what you were, presumably, thinking and if you
were listening to what you were actually saying, you would have felt very
differently afterwards.
What
happened, after you woke up again from your nightmare? Was it really over or did
you not even wake up afterwards, because you kept believing and imagining, that
you were thinking about it? Your so-called sleep is the dissociative veil, you
throw on your reality with your DL. If you acknowledge this, you don’t look –
there is nothing to see, there is nothing to believe and seeing is believing,
was a visual trap, to attract your attention – but you will listen behind the
curtain, where you hear, what you like to hear.
You are stuck,
because you have only known DL and you are always trying to catch up. Unless
you stop DL, you are imprisoned in the eternal, regretful, insanity wards,
called the afterwards. The point of this writing is to give you a taste of DL, not
afterward, but while it is happening. DL has a bitter taste, it sounds horrible,
it stinks, it looks awful and makes you feel depleted. Each of your senses is
protesting, yet you continue, because your DL carries you away, to a happy
future, that, supposedly, will come afterwards.
DL is a disgustingly
treacherous poison. At first, it gives you a sense of belonging, to the group,
but soon afterwards, you find – as an individual – that you have been fooled. The
rules of the group are ultimately suffocating and, no matter how much you claim
to be free and are able to impress
others, you are forever dissatisfied and frustrated, as your successful, ideal future,
your so-called heaven, is never realized. It is painful, to acknowledge, your
DL was in vain, but it was. If you have read this text, out loud - to hear your own
voice - you will feel immediate relief when you are done. Welcome to EL. There
is no more afterwards, as all the consequences are good.
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