Animal in Transition
It’s late, Valentine’s Day evening, 2023. We are in week two of Behere enrichment sessions this year. I’ve been doing my best to be something like a living and breathing AI assistant for Brooke, as she blazes a heroic trail to provide outdoor enrichment to our growing community of Beherer’s on our new rented plot of soil here on the border of Moorpark and Thousand Oaks. It was another full day of meeting the needs of children for both of us.
A few limited scrolls into the rectangular, monolithic black hole in my pocket provided a glimpse into the ever-heightening psy-op (Psychological Operation) overload we are collectively enduring, as manufactured events pulse in every corner of the earth, notifications streaming fear, doom, smoke-billowing disasters constantly to every animal with a ‘connected’ device in their hand, pocket, or purse. It’s difficult to tell what is supposed to be a distraction from what. All of it blurs together in a sea of noise. Almost none of it is serving me.
So I’m making the transition from my head to my heart. Finally.
Took me long enough. I’ve been stuck in my head for a very long time. My heart is ever-present, if you know me, I hope that you’ve felt it. But my identity has been stuck in my head, attempting to think it’s way through to success. I’m an artist, ‘a creative’, that means I’m supposed to have really insightful thoughts on the most interesting things, right? With all kinds of pretty pictures to exhibit the wonders of my thinking! I’ve even taken on the ugly and impossible burden of ‘Rethinking Everything’. That was the ‘RE’ that drew me to the behere.re domain name. In a previous iteration of my over-extended startup business pursuit, when I thought I would put my hat in the ring to help revolutionize the real estate sector with the high-speed benefits and liquidity of blockchain technology… it was always the notion of ‘Rethinking Everything’ that was magnetically pulling me in… not so much the real estate.
But I’ve come to learn some lessons this week that God / Universe has been patiently waiting for me to learn, and providing ample opportunity.
It’s time to operate from the heart. The head can be useful (it’s imperative ; ) … but it must be the servant of the heart. The years of my head running the show of my life have not yielded the results I’ve been seeking. My head has been hot. It’s been cold. It’s had ego. It sometimes seeks to destroy. It has believed too many lies. It’s HIGHLY susceptible to over-thinking. And it will think it’s way straight into a paralyzing stasis.
Operating from the head is a game that is un-winnable for me. It’s the game the deceiver wants me — all of us — to play, of course.
Now, I’m more interested in connecting heart to heart. And I can say this without fear of loss of the meaningful cerebral activity that I genuinely love. I am a high-effort thinker, after all, and I think it’s healthy to have some pride in that. There are way too many low-effort thinkers in this world who will believe any lie that is repeated often enough. The low-effort thinkers with their steady diet of spoon-fed propaganda, eat lies like there is no tomorrow. And boy, are we suffering the consequences. It’s those low-effort thinkers that the voice in my head wants to ridicule into oblivion if it could.
Luckily my heart has taken over. Enough is enough. Get behind thee, Satan! 😆
The past few years of the Covid plandemic have been an astounding and challenging time to be alive. Having lived through it stuck in my head, I was dismayed by the extremely low-effort thinking that pervades our culture. It pervaded the ‘professional’ workplace I was in during part of 2020, and ultimately decided to not stick around for.
Being stuck in my head during this plandemic has been PAINFUL, to say the least. Attempting to make sense of the activities of low-effort thinkers is a terrible pain in the brain. Our heads are EXCELLENT at diving US from THEM, and creating enemies. Nothing makes sense in the comprehensive clown world that the powers that were have crafted — aiming to keep us stuck in our heads, functioning like bots, distracted and entertained, going through the motions of this matrix, consuming propaganda, and not rocking the boat too much. It’s all so hideous, it’s almost as if I simply could not take it anymore, stubbornly stuck in my head. Today’s psy-ops were perhaps the feather that broke the camels back… or knock-out punch in the brain that I needed— to shift into my heart.
Where the head sees scarcity and lack, the heart knows abundance.
Where the head sees a divide, the heart sees unity and love.
Where the head sees stupidity and low effort thinking, the heart sees an animal that has been poisoned, brainwashed, and in need of love.
We have a lot of loving to do ahead of us ❤️.
Reader beware, I am an animal in transition. I am new at living from the heart, and hope to get better at it quickly. I make no claims to expertise, and will go out of my way to share the things that I’m knowing and not-knowing from this new state. May it be a whole new world that awaits me 🌏 — the matrix of the mind is a terrible place.
The heart knows so much better.