Every day we wake up with the need to “release”.

What is that “release” we do not know. How it forms we do not know. But we have the need every single day. Even before opening your eyes in the morning you can feel it. Every morning, no exceptions.

It could be that because the nervous system works on electrical potentials (Na/K pump) there is something like “static electricity” that stays in the system. Or maybe the nervous system indeed needs to arrive to a final point in anything it interacts with (Gestalt and Gestalt psychology). Or consider the so called “Dominant” described by a Russian physiologist in the mid 1920s – an overly excited part of the nervous system that takes over your entire being and draws energy from all the other body structures and systems until it is resolved, often for many years and even your entire life.

Either way – I’m yet to meet a person that hears about the idea of the “daily need to release” and not agree with it.

So we wake up and go about our day doing what we have to or feel like doing. But the undercurrent is always the same – we are looking for the release.

Because we can’t formulate it and we do not even know about it we end up engaging in all sorts of behaviors, habits, interactions, mental states that are an inferior substitute for the release.

Think diving into stress (for a variety of “good reasons”), workaholism, drama, conflict, over/under eating, compulsive physical exercise, obsessive hobbies/interests, drugs, Netfix binging… you continue the list.

What none of us can deny is the eternal memory of a moment or two of actual release that we have experienced at some point. It felt as if a burden was taken off our entire being. For a short time we felt as if we are light. We “arrived”. Arrived at a place where we didn’t even realize we were searching nor we know how long we’ve been searching. The easiest and simple of examples of that feeling is an orgasm. But that is not the only time, not at all.

Just yesterday I said to myself aloud “So this is how achieving and success feel, taste, smell like…” – because I had walked a long road of learning something from zero and actually making a very specific product that has extreme qualities and performance. It had taken me at least 5 years. That moment yesterday was a release. The day seemed to be very quiet, very active, and somehow lit by a beautiful light. The mood lasted a few hours. I do not remember the last time I felt like that but I have felt that before several times after “arriving” to some closing point.

If I can say anything about the release that would be that the release has to do with arriving to a closure about something that lived deep in your soul for a long time. That is the “resolution of the Dominant” that the Russian professor described. That Dominant needed a resolution and it pushed for it every single day. That could be a specific problem or a blurry set of needs that needed a resolution. One simple example of a release all of us know is the moment you find a solution to an almost irrelevant problem – after obsessively looking for some minor thing or piece of information. Maybe an old picture, some tiny memento (a souvenir), or an old comment in some forgotten social media post. Yesterday an internet friend of mine approached me with a request to find such an old and forgotten comment. We were able to dig it up and he was elated. I think yesterday he had a release.

There is an interesting effect that takes place after or around the time of the release. You “magically” find answers or peace about other things you carried inside you. Yesterday I also found a perfectly practical solution to an ongoing problem involving old dogs and their daily maintenance. The solution is super simple and it felt like knew about it all along but it came to the surface only after another problem was brought to closure.

Moral of the story:
What do you think you need to release?
Or better yet – ask yourself:
“What do I need to do to release things inside me that I do not even know about?”

The answer to that is always the same – some habit or behavior change that will bring you closer to peace, closer to people you admire and love.

The above was all about love. What did you think? 🙂

Every morning we wake up with a need to release. Release something.

We do not know why and how that need forms. But it is there every morning.

Then we go about the day not aware of that need to release. And find substitutes.

A huge part of our daily behavior is attempting to release. But we never manage.

There are moments when we are either close to a release or actualy releasing.

An orgasm is the easiest example of an emotional release but by far not the only or the best way.

The actual release is very specialized and never the same. It depends on the person, the moment, the time.

See if any of that makes sense to you tomorrow morning. Do something about it during the day.

When Paradise comes Paradise creatures appear.

One day, about 20 years ago, I brought a smile to someone’s face and she told me “You are an angel.” But I felt like asking “An angel with a sad face?”.

For a brief moment we’ve seen Paradise in others. At times we brought Paradise to others. With some special people these moments are predictable. But how and why people reflect Paradise is not important.

What is important is to note how simple and natural it all flows. Then, before we realize it, it is over. A Paradise creature came and went. In retrospect we can see it all clearly. Could that be a moment when you were your true self?

The present moment is a subject of resrospective. Retrosective shows that most of the time we spend our lives away from the present moment – we live in the past or in the future. There are a few moments when we were our best and a few moments when we were our worst. The feeling is that most of the time we did not exist, we did not live an actual life.

If there is any merit in any of these thoughts it can be found a few lines above:
“…note how simple and natural it all flows”.

In this house

I try to contain

an ocean

the spinning of an entire Universe of stars

constant inaudible sounds – low and high
and all the sounds in between

a fury of movement and immovable structures

In this house

You are a little girl

You are ancient and eternal

You are light

You are sound

In this house

When you are away the small dog looks at the door all the time

And we do too

1987, Военна болница. Викат ме за изследвания дали съм годен да служа. Нема вече привиквания само да земат кръв. Тургат ме в болницата там да ме гледат ден и нощ дали ставам да защитавам каквото има да се защитава.

И аз като всички идиоти там се преструвам на болен. Всеки с номера си. Гледат ме странно 3 дни. Накрая един вика “Таман нощта преди да додеш едно момче умре горкото на това легло. Бълнува за некакви овце накрая.”. Премигнах и си викам “Ебал съм го, аз и без това не барам тва легло”.

Насилвах си черния дроб да им изкара лоши резултати. Така и стана. Младия военен лекар ми каза че дроба ми бил ама много зле. Билирубина ми бил ужас висок (червени кръвни клетки като мрат дето ти правят очите жълти и дроба уголемен ако са много). Вика “Тебе ще те освободим от военна служба, ама положението ти е много зле.”.

Гледам го с големи ужасени очи, викам “Леле, ами сега?!” и млъквам “ужасен”. Ми да, аз не спя вече 1 седмица, ходя като сомнамбул, заспивам докато ходя по коридора нощем, бутам се в стената накрая на коридора и тогаз се будя ебати. А те горките за алкохол дехидрогеназа ме следят – да не съм пил, това е ензима дето разгражда алкохола. Ма аз знам за кво търсят и насилвам дроба по други начини. Чрез умора до зуко. Ям и гадната храна и гледам повече от каквото мазно има да докопам. Нищо друго. Натурален подход към лъжовна кръвна картина.

Сядах само на стол за малко, никога легнал щото ще заспя за 3 дни ебати. Най-майтапа стана един ден докато стърча прав на болничния балкон и уча за изпити. А там се описва таман как работи тоя чернодробен синдром дето го имам ама преувеличавам, кое го облекчава, кое го влошава. Викам си “Живота ебати е по-комедия от всеки филм!”

Цялата болница пълна с такива тарикати като мен. Един пил химикал в капсула да му се образуа язва, друг си чупил ръката нарочно, трети куца фалшиво.

Абе цирк. Тарикатска нация. За съжаление.

Man suffers from his own nature.

Not from Nature.

The fact that our friends’ memories about something differ from our own could be explained with the three fundamental types – constructor, reflector, neurotic. I myself (a neurotic – all about connections) build wild “novels” based on what I experience while my friend (a constructor – all about facts) notices the facts much more. So years later, when we try to remember something I remember my own “novels” and he remembers more actual facts (at least the way he registered them in the past).

When remembering I think the Salience Network (responsible for outlining the elements important to us and our survival) also plays games and introduces its own changes – based on what it “saw” in the past and also based on what is important for it righ now. The result – a wildly different representation of the past with some points of contact with the reality.

What is interesting to me is that I personally have memories that are “soft”, “beautified”, idealized. There are negative things but never in pure form. That must be a defense mechanism I have. I hope that all other people are the same way – I do not want to know that people carry old wounds as if they were inflicted recently – but mos likely things are not the way I’d like them to be.

At the end – a memory seems to be a true work of art – completely real and completely non-existent at the same time. But oh, the an emotional charge a memory carries!

То что у друзей воспоминания или отличаются или совсем разные думаю можно объяснить тремя типами – конструктор, рефлектор, невротик. Я лично строю дикие романы на основе того что переживаю, а вот мой друг замечает фактов намного больше. Так что после много лет когда мы что то воспоминаем должно быть я вспоминаю мой “романы”, а он – побольше фактов (такими каким он их видел в прошлом).

Но при етом думаю что в процессе воспоминания СВЗ тоже шалит и вносит изменения – на основе что она “видела” в прошлом и что для нее важно сейчас, много лет спустя. Результат – дикое отличающиеся представление прошлого с какими то общими точками.

То что интересно ето что для меня лично воспоминания всегда как то “мягкие”, “красивые”, идеализированные. Негатива есть, но не в чистом виде. Должно быть у меня ето защитный механизм. Надеюсть так и у других людей – не хочу думать что они в себе носят старые раны как совсем новые – но ето вряд ли так как мне хочется.

Так что кажется что воспоминание ето какое то произведение искусства – и совсем реально и вообще не существует. Но зато какой емоциональный заряд!

^{Crater of Tzar Bomba, the most powerful nuclear weapon ever created. Tested in 1961. Picture taken 40 years later.
Diameter of the explosion fireball – 5 miles. Mushroom height – 100 miles.
The blast circled the Earth 3 times.}

“We have to be able to hold fast, maintain absolute faith that we will make it while simultaneously facing the brutal truth; we might not make it. ⁣
…Give your best, control what can be controlled, and forget about the things that can’t be controlled. ” –Paul Sharp

A closer look reveals that it’s not just about “giving your best… and forget about the things (you can’t control).”

It is about accepting the denial that something exists while at the same time doing what the human mind does at all times – desperately keeping as much control as possible. Surviving.

Meaning that we need to live fully aware that we will have no choice but to suppress some things and cause frustration and pressure to grow inside us. And that we will be using other things to both feel in control and give an outlet for the frustration and pressure.

That is the essence of “finding joy” when you look at it up close through a magnifying glass.

(Written May 14, 2014)
Today I worked in a brand new house that costs $1.5 million. Gated community. All trim (door frames, baseboards) was made of painted particle board, the concrete details outside of the house were made of Styrofoam coated with a thin layer of concrete, the bath tubs where plastic and surrounded by expensive tile, the garage doors were the same as a house that costs $55K. Simply put – this was a Styrofoam House. This is what our society values at $1.5M. Would you like for your family to have such a fake house?
A Styrofoam Experience?

I’m writing this because the Styrofoam Pattern can be found in many areas of our lives – both material and spiritual. Maybe you don’t mind it. But the result is a diminished quality of your life experience. You can do better.

Do you believe you can do better?