What Lies Beyond

Navigating the Darkness of the First Door

Scar Tissue

Ah, my dear reader! I’ve been waiting for you.

My nights have been long and sleepless as I eagerly anticipated your return. I could scarcely control my own attention, so excited was I to see you again! So, if you would be so kind…

Hand them over.

You didn’t think I’d forget about the Scooby fruit snacks, did you? Get real. You owe me something.

Now that you’ve laid tribute at the Altar of Jagger, let’s get into your report.

I take it you took a long dark look into that inner abyss. Unless you’re one of the hollow men, I’m willing to bet you found a little darkling or two. Perhaps more. It’s okay, it’s okay. I know you’re a bit unhinged. Maybe a bit dangerous. That’s a good thing. Women love their men on the wild side.

What exactly did you find?

Some strangleweed thought or emotion? Maybe tied to something you believe about yourself?

Boo hoo, the only girl I ever talked to rejected me. I’m a loser. Doomed to dying a virgin. My pee pee is small and I’m only 5’8”.

You really are a loser if that’s your psychic parasite. Psychic it is, and exorcise it we must, but don’t you know people are haunted by real demons? Pathetic.

Regardless! Whether demon or pussifying parasite, what you discovered surely was unconscious before we began, was a bit sticky, and has been dragging you naked by your nads through bile-coated Bethlehem thorns. Isn’t it wonderful to be aware of this?

Erotic as that may sound (you kinky beast), know that you’ve taken the first step towards recovery, dear reader. You scraped away the sticky stuff and found a wound. Now, the wound can heal.

Will it scar? Yes, you’ll be grotesquely disfigured.

But you know who loves scars? Bitches, that’s who.

Wounds, however, must heal before there are scars for bitches to love. As long as the wound is open, you are vulnerable. Never mind the women, we have to worry about you picking at it.

Until we close those wounds and get you back to health, nothing else meaningful can be done.

The healer you need is your Self. There is none higher.

Distorted Reality

We stand at the open threshold of the first door.

Dark and spooky in there, huh? I wonder what lies in wait?

So far, we’ve talked about shining the light of attention. Away from annoyances, contrivances, passing issues that don’t deserve your vril, and onto the things that need to bask in its delicate glow.

Within this darkness is the way to the Self. Your attention is the flame that lights your path, your mind the lantern that directs that light.

There is still yet another tool you need to know about, but not one that can simply be given. This is a tool you forge on your own, whether you realize it or not. Most people have unknowingly forged barbed tools. Those pricks are always getting pricked.

The tool is belief.

Belief is the globe, the glass of your lantern, little hermit. Depending on the hue, the clarity, or even whether it’s cracked, it changes the light of your attention. Distorts it. All beliefs are merely that—distortions. They are our perceptions of the Truth, not the Truth itself. To believe otherwise is to fall for the trap.

Whose trap?

The Black Cube’s, cocksplat. Are you not paying attention?

Appearances can vary wildly in different lighting. A woman understands this instinctually. She takes photos in soft, diffused light to hide her flaws. Shine her with a harsh light to dispel her glamours. You may find you’ve been romancing a hag.

Likewise, life takes on different appearances based on your beliefs. Is the appearance to your liking? Then your belief is positive. Is it causing you to be a cuck? I don’t care if you like watching, this is negative. You should be cucking life, not the other way around.

To stop you picking at your wounds, we need to change your beliefs. Recognizing an issue consciously is fantastic, but quelling the demon within is not the same as exorcising it. He is satisfied, temporarily, that you spent some vril on him. Enough that you can operate with a clear head. But he will return once your willpower fades. Once you go unconscious again.

You can’t be conscious all the time. Not even I can do that. It’s great that you aspire to it, but you will never be as good as me. Close, but not really. So, you must work while the glass is molten. Give that demon some harsh light. See your old crush for what she was—a hag—and send her running.

Little Thunder

Beliefs take time and effort to change.

You must uproot your negative beliefs and get moving in a positive direction. The sooner you begin this, the sooner you can escape loserdom.

“But Davey, I don’t have time. I don’t want to put in effort! What’s the magic fix?”

The magick fix is to make the demon your bitch, but that requires Solomonic seals and ritual and things that only Jesus and Fred Rogers and I have, like a pure heart.

But fear not. The wiser—and superior—method, is to go straight to the source.

Change the beliefs.

You know the wound. You can see it. Now, when you feel something pick at it, you must recognize it. That’s a belief tipping its hat.

Snatch that hat away!

“You fucking fat fedora-wearing neckbeard! Get out. Out!”

Changing beliefs also requires contradicting action. This means doing something that spits in the face of that belief and what it’s telling you. This action should support the belief you are trying to create.

Then, you need to narratize it. Reframe the context. Your tiny pee pee isn’t a little wee wee. It’s a thunder thimble. A mini-Mjolnir.

Only through doing this repeatedly will you forge new glass for your lantern and shatter the old.

Once you do, you change the illumination. The landscape is the same, but it looks different. A four who looks like a nine is a nine, dear reader. Now, without harmful beliefs picking away, the wound scars over.

Bitches will love the scars.

Can’t Spell Believe Without LIE

It’s important to know that none of this is easy as it sounds.

You’ve carried your beliefs for a long time. They’re there because they served a purpose. They kept you safe from something at some point. There is some truth in them, yes. But the best lies always contain a kernel of truth.

Trust me on that one.

Your mind loves sweet little lies. It loves the bitter ones, too.

It loves what feels familiar. Because that feels like control. I’m here to tell you that’s bullshit. True control is found in letting go.

Beliefs are the glass of your lantern. Glass can act like a barrier. Glass can also cut. One function protects. The other harms.

Is your glass broken?

Stop clinging to them because they feel safe. Embrace the uncertainty that comes with changing them. Does the room disappear because you turned out the lights?

As with women, if you become too attached to any one belief, it will run you into the ground. This is true of large belief systems and your personal ones. They are merely maps to the terrain. Simplifications by necessity. If they matched the terrain exactly, they’d be useless. Keep a rotation, my friend. If you find yourself lost in the woods, try a different map.

This is the essence of the Philosopher’s Stone.

It’s like the Rosetta Stone, but for philosophies.

Don’t muse on them. Use them. No one thinks you’re smart because you memorized some dead guy’s quotes.

Beliefs are metaphysical input-output machines. Information from outer world goes in, machine runs, you get output. Pick the machine that will give you the output you want and set it up. (Sorry, they all come from Ikea. Assembly is required.)

Once you get them going, search for evidence in your life that confirms them. This is like lubricant. Dump it onto those belts to make it run real slick and smooth.

Conversely, if you need to dismantle one, find evidence that disproves it. This is like taking a dump on it. This is why people lash out when you challenge their beliefs, like the hollow man-bots they are. They feel like the integrity of their reality is being threatened. They’ve confused the map for the terrain.

Do this enough and you will change yourself and your reality incrementally. With enough time, the changes become exponential.

The formula is simple.

Choose your belief, decide that you will entertain it, act in accordance with it, seek confirmation of it. If you hold the intention lightly enough, you will find it.

Let’s try an example.

I love Asian baddies. My luscious yellow women. Sometimes, I get this deep yearning that needs to be fulfilled.

So, what do I do?

I get it in my head that some Asian baddie somewhere wants—no, needs me. She’s going to die of heartbreak if she doesn’t get some Jag. Because I’m a selfless hero, I set out with my nads, wicked charm, and sense of derring-do.

I’m not going to find her. I’m already in the process of finding her.

I’ll start seeing the yellow cuties everywhere. In the Chinese restaurant, in the Eastside Asian market, at the laundromat, at the Buddhist shrine down the road. Each encounter is an unfolding of my damsel in lust. One gives me a shy smile, another bats her eyelashes, another fluffs her lady pillows as I walk past.

There are always signs my belief is getting truer.

Eventually, one drops her panties. She is found.

Your beliefs seek confirmation.

Give them that confirmation.

Once you have done the work, they require little upkeep. They will run subconsciously, looking on their own for the confirmation that supports them everywhere you go. So long as the belief supports you, you can and should keep it going. They require just a little attention every now and then.

You’ve got to do maintenance sometimes.

You’re Beginning to Believe

The one thing beliefs can do that you cannot is lie to yourself. This is non-negotiable. Lie to yourself and the mind will know it. Remember, there is a kernel of truth in good lies. This is why new beliefs require evidence.

For instance, you know you can’t get Asian baddies yet.

And you know that I know that you know you can’t get Asian baddies yet.

If you boldly lie to yourself, your mind will reject it.

“This guy is such a lying fuckwad. Does he actually think anyone wants to thunder his thimble? Get real.”

Do not despair, dear reader. This does not mean that you can never have Asian baddies ever.

It just means they’re mine for now. (And anytime in the future we’re sharing a room. Did you know, when David Jagger enters a room, women are 99% more likely to sleep with him than any other man? This is proven by extensive experience and erudition.)

What this does mean is that you must learn to bridge the gap between what is and what you intend to have. Start with a belief that moves you closer to your goal, but is still within reach. You don’t jump from the bottom to the top rung of a ladder.

Notice I did not say what you desire to have. Desire implies lack. Your mind understands this very well. We all want things. That doesn’t mean we get them.

Intention implies a certainty of having. I can desire rum, but if my intention is to get wasted, I will likely find myself very regretful in bed the next morning after a Four Loko binge.

But we’re getting way ahead of ourselves. Intention is a complicated lesson of its own.

I know you are an eager eagle, reader-san, but we must not leave the nest before our wings have feathers.

For now, be grateful. I have already given you so much.

I know how glad you are to have such a valuable friend.

The Great Work

This is where your real work begins, dear reader.

Up till now, you’ve been passive. Observant. But now that you understand how to use your attention, you can now act.

Action needs purpose.

You need to determine, based on your wounds, which direction to go. Listen to the call. It’s guiding you to the Self.

The closer you get to the Self, the faster those wounds will heal.

Only you can hear the call. Only you will know your purpose. Choose beliefs that align to your purpose and scour the darkness for those glistening shards of confirmation. You will smelt them to create your new globe.

This is your work for the week. Uproot the old beliefs, plant the seeds of the new.

You are now embarking upon the Great Work, dear reader. Assigned to you by a great man. In time, you will be almost as great.

Now, show me your mettle and be fucking metal.

Bis zum nächsten Mal, meine Brüder.

Ich liebe dich.