Energies of Good & Evil

This post by Tyler isn’t really too focused on tactics, but I think it’s a great post none the less. It has a lot to do with energy and how it affects us and others around us. I don’t know about you guys, but I do believe in energy. I think it’s something that’s present in every day life and you can see it and feel it.

Sure, this pushes the boundary of crazy new-age wu-wu, but regardless, I think there’s some great information in this post. And Tyler’s analytical writing style gives you lots and lots to think about.

Tyler Durden writes:
NOTE: Not heavily pickup related – I posted this from the journal entry that I made earlier today, as it is linked to my inner game and related lines of thought for those interested.

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I wonder what evil is? There are so many forces in the world, and many of them social. I’ve become so indifferent to social pressure that I suppose I view it as no different than bad weather or rats and insects running around causing trouble. A force of nature. I don’t take anything personally. It makes me sad sometimes though to see so many guys and girls so socially fucked up. It takes over their mind and squews their perception of the world.

It seems like people have different thought processes, and they cause the same experience to be perceived differently. So many memes and misguided thought…. Negative energies -

-insecurity
-rage
-neediness
-jealousy/envy
-maliciousness
-self-centeredness

Why does someone go out of their way to disparage someone else? Why do they let their emotions get the best of them? Its as if their internal states are fucking with them, like wires crossed the wrong way and firing in all the wrong directions – manifesting the machine in so many misintentioned ways.

I see so much of this on a daily basis. I can feel it through the people that I interact with. Many of my friends suffer from this. Many girls that I sleep with suffer from this. The majority of people emanate these qualities. I put so much effort into being a together and worthwhile guy, and I tolerate these people around me because I have to in order to meet my goals. In the process I empathize with them, and see the good in them as well. That only makes it that much more sad, because you see what potential they could have had under different circumstances.

In the past, I used to take it personally and seek out justice towards it. I’d want to make my position known on it. I’d want to call it out. Now I just sit there and let it run its course. The deciding factor is whether or not I will benefit from putting effort into addressing the situation. If I don’t benefit, I ignore it. I’m more focused on running my game. What I mean by game is anything that I’m playing at. Business, sex, school – whatever. These are all games that I play, and I view them as such. Some guys say “It’s not a game” and so on, but my thought is that viewing it that way helps to keep things in perspective. Unless its health or family, its a game that you could remove from the equation and you’d find something else. I like to play games, and I’ve noticed that I tend to play them very hard.

Sometimes the problems that I see really start to get to me. I constantly see people lowering eachother’s status, to benefit themselves. Back when I was a kid, I’d see this and really not understand it. I was very innocent, and I still feel that way sometimes. I couldn’t understand why things that should be so simple had to be so complicated. I still don’t I suppose. I feel very bad for people who don’t know how to deal with the forces in this world, and feel even more so for the people who cause these problems because I know that its a manifestation of the types of qualities that I listed above. They don’t do it intentionally. They’re simply controlled by their internal dialogue. They’re too weak to avoid succumbing to it.

The more successful that you get, the more people will try to fuck with you. I’ve been successful in many areas growing up, and I’ve seen this trend constantly. I don’t feel anger or resentment towards these people, and I definetely don’t take it personally. I wish I could help them and sometimes I wish people would do more to help me. I’ve noticed a tendency to go obsessively at whatever I do and get to an expertise level, where I don’t really have many people that I can consult with for help anymore. That’s a scary thing, because I find myself so wrapped up in a certain context that achievement in that context becomes my reason for getting up on a daily basis. At first, you learn something and you spend all of your time trying to emulate the masters. But eventually you exceed the masters, and you have no place to turn for help anymore. You may have people who indulge you and tolerate your rambling while you bang ideas off of them, but that’s the extent of it. That’s when the real anxiety kicks in, because you begin to wonder if you’ll ever actually solve what you set out to solve. So many greats in the world died before achieving what they wanted, and it was up to the successors to finish the work. They never lived to that out though. I look at the game right now, and I see how utterly amateur it is. The best guys are complete amateurs. I’m definetely included in that category. They think of themselves as good because they compare themselves to others. But in reality, they allow social context to taint their perception, because being the best compared to others isn’t the same as being the best in terms of actualizing your full potential. As people we strive to actualize our potential to give meaning to our lives. On a subjective level we create the contexts that give meaning to our existence, and then play the game within the arena that we’ve created for ourselves to occupy our time and take our mind away from the vexing misunderstanding of our finite limitations. I suppose that in many ways, reaching a masterery level is where the real fun begins. It’s where things get really interesting and intense.

I often feel saturated by the negativity around me. At one point, 2 years ago, I moved out to a house in the country with no neighbours. It was very quiet and peaceful, and I spent a lot of time on my own quieting my mind down from the years of negative social energy that I’d been exposed to. This really centered me and put things into perspective I suppose. Now I’ve returned into society and learned to navigate and find my bearings with more clarity.

Still, I see the people around me and see how misguided they are. I see people drinking and using drugs and fucking themselves up, as a means of pattern interupting their brains to get away from the negative the kinds of negative thought patterns that I’ve spoken about here. I’m around people who have so many social calibraters that have no other purpose than serving as manifestations of their fucked up personal issues. Girls who party too much or steal or lie. Guys who out-alpha eachother for no reason other than to elevate their status or alleviate their insecurity. People in general who get angry at everything because their frustration with the events around them catalyze all of their insecurities and resentment to come to the surface, and disengage their mental suppression of it to a point where it comes up and manifests itself in selfish hateful actions and all that. I feel like shaking them until their blinders come off and they could see themselves. Like “You’re so FUCKED UP! Pull yourself together! This is so un-fucking-necessary! Stop and actually look at yourself for a second! You don’t see it?!”

You’ll see people controlling frames on eachother, out-alpha’ing eachother, or just plain insecurely dispararing eachother. It’s a perpetual cycle. I just sit there and look at it and wonder why God had to create a world like this. It makes me sad, but I hold it together. I know that I’m separate from it. It’s not me. I never wanted anything like that. I sought only to understand it and to adapt to it, rather than being a loser and withdrawing entirely. I see it and just look at it like a kid. And yet, I can’t judge. When I was a kid, I made the same adaptations and did the same kinds of things. I remember making fun of a retarded kid and thinking it was funny. I remember fighting with other kids in retaliation to things that they did to me. I did it because the negative energy was infecting my brain and I was reacting. But yet I was just as part of the process as the next guy. Facilitating it and promoting it. It’s like the negative energy spawned and perpetuated, and bangs around and multiplies. I can’t let it suck me in. The depression and the anxiety and the alienation and the loneliness.

I suppose now that I more just lay back and understand it with greater clarity. My social intuition is fine tuned and I can see everything as its happening in slow motion. I can feel the stream of subcommunication all around me, and I can tune into what I’m putting out myself. I feel the inflections and intentions behind the voices and movements. I feel the sub-meanings and internal dialogues behind everything. Like a world of competing energies flowing around me. It’s hard at times to keep my focus. Other times I find my intense renunciation of external forces can help me to reinforce and re-acknowledge focus.

This year I travelled to so many amazing places and seen so many things. I’ve been so fortunate to be exposed to some of the best. I feel the same way about the various art and culture that I’ve been exposed to. I’ve had amazing teachers and friends that have pushed me, as have the environments and ideas that I’ve been exposed to. And I’ve seen myself at rare times really achieve excellence and really feel connected on some larger level to the amazing things around me. I suppose that’s one of the major factors that drives me. I look at role models of mine like Pierre Trudeau or Winston Churchill or my most important philosophy professor Arthur M. Sullivan, and I can sense that they move through the world in the same way. Enjoying and appreciating the best, and keeping in perspective that which is the worst, as just another force of nature.

I am so fucking hungry to achieve. I feel the drive to keep going and going. I set my mind to something and I just hustle. I don’t care about comfort or food or sleep or anything. I’m so fucking hungry. I want to leave something behind that lasts forever. I have no fear on this earth other than the risk that I might fail. I accept and live with that risk, and perpetually push against it. I want to live a full and rich life and feel the pain of it as equally as the pleasure. I want to enjoy them both equally. By leaving a legacy I want to tip the energy of the world in a positive direction.

I look at the people who allow themselves to be affected by the negative energies, and take their life in a direction that succumbs to their internal infection. They are wrapped up in social validation and hedonism and validation. They seem blind. And yet, they have established a context within which they live, as have I. I am no different than them. I’m just more melodramatic and contemplative about the whole thing.

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