take a look into the mind of a hallucinator…

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Heard the saying, someone must die for others to live.  Lets say
your Old Self must die for your "New You" to be born.

If you associate enough pain and sadness to the following exercise,
hesitation will no longer be in your vocabulary.  If you do this
with all your might, say goodbye to fear.

You won’t be afraid of taking a risk and starting your own business.
You won’t be afraid to walk across a crowded room to ask for a phone
number from a beautiful woman. You will fight for what you think you
deserved and make anything possible to make it happen. You will refuse
to let your dreams die and haunt you as regrets on your death bed. 
You won’t be afraid to be rejected on your first initial trials. 
You will refuse to become just another name on a tombstone.

Now let’s do this — it will only take 15 minutes of your time.

This is called to "buried alive" exercise.  Now you have to be
totally dedicated to perform that exercise.  This is not for the
timid souls.

It will fill your body with the most painful emotions a human being
can feel — the fear of death, the fear of regret, the feeling that
you have led a meaningless, sad, boring life.

Hopefully, after the exercise, you will realize that you are not
dead after all.  You will realize that you are still young, and that
the world out there is a world of possibilities.  Millions of
possibilities.

Hopefully, you will no longer fear being adventurous and taking
risks, because you fear rejection or because you could lose your
comfortable but boring way of living.  You will know IN YOUR GUT
that the greatest pain of all is dying and being haunted by your
regrets, by the fear which provides comfort while stealing the
essence of life — adventure, the unknown, women you can no longer
kiss and hug, etc.

Now let’s do this.

Lie down and relax.  Cross your arms on your chest as if you were a
dead body, ready to be buried.  Imagine all the details of your
burial, as if it took place tomorrow morning.  The only difference
is that you are buried alive.

Now, as the story unfolds (church, prayers, cemetery, you know what
I’m saying, you’ve all seen that before) tighten all your muscles in
a desperate effort to move.  But don’t move.

IMAGINE ALL THE DETAILS (people you love, the flowers in your
coffin, etc.).  MAKE IT REAL.

Now think of all the women you have never talked to.  Why?  Yeah,
that’s right, FEAR. Think of all your dreams and ambitions you
had let slipped away because you feel youre in to humiliation.
Look at all your regrets and feel how much they
weigh on your life.  Know that there’s nothing you can do about it.
Nobody can hear you.  You are buried alive.

I also want you to know that even if you could live one more week on
this earth, you would probably remain the exact same person.  Feel
the pain of knowing that fear was stronger than you.  Fear of
rejection controlled your existence.  But now it’s too late.  FEEL
THE PAIN.  PAIN IS CRUCIAL.

Remember.  We don’t want to have an intellectual experience here.
That is worth nothing.  We want a gut level feeling that will change
your life forever.

How will you know when the experience is intense enough?  Simple…
when you are crying silently in your room.

I know this is not an easy task.  But an intellectual experience
means nothing when we are faced with real life situations.  Only a
gut level experience will change the way you deal with fear.

Now, when you can’t take it anymore, break the lid of your coffin
with your whole body and scream like you never screamed before.
(Now if you did this correctly, you won’t care about what people
will think when they hear you screaming like a mad man.  Who cares!
You are alive!)

This is a new birth for you.

Breathe.

Now, take out a sheet of paper and write down all the things you
will no longer accept in your life.

This is a fresh start for you.

"Wow! That was a cool exercise!"

No, this could be your reality.  We never know.  I could be dead
tomorrow.  You could die today.

THESE TRAGEDIES HAPPEN EVERYWHERE, EVERYDAY.  WILL YOU
LET FEAR TAKE YOUR LIFE BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY DIE?

I wish you adventure.

I wish you peace.

I wish you freedom.

Everyone Is A Victim
"My high school didn’t have new gym uniforms and now I’m fat, I’m a
victim. I’m also a victim because McDonald’s introduced some kind of
super-size crap that I can’t possibly stop myself from ordering."

"My father once called me ‘a handful.’ I’m a victim, so I became a serial killer."

"I didn’t get a promotion because I look like a donkey. I’m a victim because I was born ugly."

"I wore a shirt that shows 95% of my fake breasts, and a man looked at
them, I’m a victim of sexual harassment. He should have done everything
in his power to avoid looking at my oversized silicone breasts."

"The mailman didn’t deliver my mail, I’m a victim."

Shut up.

Victims are people who are too weak to handle hard times. When did we
become such wimps? People even bitch about a little stress. Who gives a
flying monkey about stress? You handle it and you shut up. What’s wrong
with pressure? Pressure separates the boys from the men. Your boss
yells at you, you take it, you don’t cry like a four-year-old girl.

Our ancestors had to put up with stinking frogs and farm rats, lived with monkeys and snakes in the caves of palawan, built the rice terraces out of mountains through bare hands,  and we can’t take
a little hardship?

You know who caused this? Women caused this. Women are constant
complainers, they are happy for all of three seconds before they find
something to bitch about, turning their sons and daughters into a
generation of complainers. Give a woman anything, no matter how
perfect, and she’ll find a way to criticize it. Take this article. It’s
perfect. So how much do you want to bet that some chick is going to
e-mail me complaining, only proving my point?

(Take a joke sweetheart, or else go back to the kitchen and get off the computer.)

People of the world, grow atleast a freaking spine, if u can’t grow balls made of steel. Be men, not ballerinas.
There are people in the world who are really in the position to call
themselves victims, and any of you reading this aren’t one of them.

more to follow…