How to manifest whatever you want
|June 27, 2012||Posted by Koanic under Learning Koanic Soul, Selling Koanic Soul|
There are those who have long ago consigned me to the fruitcake category. I cannot blame them. Though it stretches credulity to say so, I am not by nature a woo woo kind of guy, and I understand their reaction perfectly.
Prologue to Insanity
The statement bears justification, so hear me out. I grew up Presbyterian Christian. My parents never lied to me about Santa Claus, and I stalwartly defended the prosaic truth when challenged by kids and adults alike – not from delight in crushing myth, but out of straightforward respect for truth.
I still remember the mixture of confusion and beginnings of hatred that grew within me at the persistent lies of those adults who attempted to take Santa’s part on the one or two occasions such discussions happened in their presence. Lying cunts.
My parents of course soon explained to me the social inappropriateness of Santa Claus denialism, but such moments have their impression on a young Thal’s mind. He begins to learn that something other than a love for truth animates the hearts and minds of his fellow “men”.
Yes, my family was Spirit filled – of the non- Holy roller variety. Some praying in tongues and demonology was as intense as it got. A polite bit of “whether it works or not” faith healing, once in a great while. Some chatter about “sensitivity to the Spirit”, and who knows what it meant.
For my part, I viewed even such small Charmismatic concessions with disinterest. I am naturally of the bent that prefers to do things my own way, by my own strength, ideally alone. I prefer understanding to luck and hard work to privilege.
How then, did I wind up writing this woo-iest of woo sites, Koanic Soul? Did some fairy incubus sneak into my bedchamber and deliver an unicorn and sparkle-dust enema? What the fuck is all this shit?
Plainly put, the woo that is here is here because it worked for me, when my default square approach failed.
Take the entire Koanic genre, for example. Its genesis is the complete opposite of what you would expect.
I began my post-pubescent life in a Spockean/Spartan iron-faced affectation, adopted out of naive idealization of the stoic virtues. It was a crashing failure in junior high, needless to say, a fact that miraculously penetrated my thick skull after a mere five years of continuously negative feedback.
My first response was to temper it with Churchian ideals, a path that was painful and counterproductive to say the least. Confused and disheartened, I stumbled upon the most rudimentary of Game models, David DeAngelo, in my internet wanderings. I was convinced I now had the Holy Grail, and proceeded to embarrass myself further. This was the end of high school and beginning of college. I had embarked on Outer Game.
It was only much later, after many years of study and experimentation and failure, that I began delving into inner Game, and then into the mysteries of psychology and meditative technique. If I had not been crippled by Accutane poisoning in my sophomore year of college, I probably would’ve succeded with Outer Game and stopped there. But it was not to be.
So you can see that I have come most unwillingly and grudgingly to the woo-ey state you now find me in, beaten onwards by life, like an recalcitrant ass.
Yet in some ways Koanic Soul is merely a much more sophisticated version of my first Spockean solution to the problem of personality – an absolute, principle based, internal identity. The flavor has changed, but my nature has not.
Through it all, I assure the reader that I have had no truck with the supernatural. Oh, I’ve heard lots of things, and seen maybe one or two, but it just wasn’t my bag. Why bother with the supernatural, when the natural is so much more reliable? I’ll take the misfire rate of a rifle over the answered rate of the average Christian’s prayer requests any day. If you want something done right, do it yourself. Pray, by all means, but only a fool counts on an answer. God, it would seem, has bigger fish to fry.
In fact, I always thought that the best way to get something done in a spiritual sense was simply to shoot the other side’s key players. Whatever the epic struggle in the heavens, however long the angelic messenger is delayed in his wrestling match with the Prince of Persia, a bullet still travels at several multiples of the speed of sound. I viewed my physical presence on Earth as a trump card to be played for maximum effect. Thereby skipping the whole “hours spent by Christians praying in small groups versus unborn sacrificed to Moloch” spiritual sovereignty equation.
Faith, I figured, clearly didn’t mean just telling yourself over and over that you believed something, and then expecting the prayer to get answered. I’d tried that. Maybe I wasn’t fasting enough, or maybe God didn’t want to do that, or maybe the angels couldn’t get through. Who knows? More importantly, I saw none of the faith talkers around me winning lotteries or running harems. So it seemed pretty clear that anyone desiring atypical results would have to go and get them himself.
So I hope you will appreciate the trepidation and discomfort with which I now reverse my opinion, and advance a new hypothesis – one crazier than anything I’ve ever said on this site.
Over the Edge
You may have heard of fellow fucking fruitcake Steve Pavlina. He is best known for his interminably positive articles, bizarrely shaped head, fat ex wife, BDSM fetish, veganism, and New Age belief set, including a huge dose of “manifestation.”
I do not like Steve Pavlina. I think he is a slippery cunt: Meloning away, collecting vast legions of benighted sapiens groupies, as Melons will do. (His forum, before it was shut down, was one of the most hilarious things I’ve ever read.) I think his literary corpus needs a few years of fat camp at Dachau. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a demon-consorting fuck who couldn’t fart straight to save his narrow-set eyes.
I’m sure there are others out there advancing the cause of manifestation, but I find them so unpalatable I know as little of them as possible. Prayer of Jabez, The Secret, the entire New Age section of your local bookstore – were the secrets of the universe buried there, I’d say ignorance is bliss. So I will stick with Steve, who I at least find somewhat scannable.
Anyway, there’s this fruitcake Steve, and when he wants something, he practices consciously asking the universe for it, AKA “manifestation.” He says that this actually works. He’s been talking about this forever, and I’ve completely ignored it for just as long.
Is that a fair summary of how Steve describes it? No. Do I care enough to wade through his universe-babble to fix it? Also no.
I might’ve continued merrily along in my square mindset, with perhaps occasional prayer spasms, save for this site, Koanic Soul. For some reason, it seems to attract not only Neanderthals, but also Melonheads. In conversations with several of these fellows, a pattern emerged – their uncanny ability to generate synchronicities, happy coincidences, conveniences spontaneously smoothing their paths, to the point where the effect could be relied upon to appear, even with rent due and lease expiring.
For them it occurs naturally, without effort – a sort of continuous “manifestation”.
This is not the only Melonhead power – they also tend to bizarrely attract animals and the opposite sex. But it was the most interesting to me.
(I’m am sure, dear reader, you would like to hear more about Melonhead powers. I will discuss them further down. For now, the narrative continues.)
From my pseudoscientific study of Melonhead phrenology, I knew that the upper back lobe of the head was the seat of whatever unusual spiritual faculties they might possess. Analogously, the Neanderthal’s “mad dreamer” enlarged lower back lobe, a visual center, gives him his bent for truth and justice - a world seen in dreams, and the hard edged truth of optical unambiguity.
We Neanderthals have no enlarged upper lobe. Ours is, by comparison, vestigial. But likewise, Melonheads have no enlarged lower back lobe. Might it be possible, I wondered, to emulate the upper back lobe by using the capacity of the lower? And thereby access Melonhead powers?
He’s gone nuts, you say. And I’d agree, except that it worked.
A Mad Solution
First I’ll explain what I did. Then I’ll describe the results.
As with any koan, this went through several iterations. Here is the final version:
Shamanic Drive (Mad dreamer) (Adamic authority) (l: back lobe)
The part in bold is the important bit. This is my distillation of the essence of melonhead powers. (I will explain what it means a bit further down. For now, it’s sufficient to understand that I’m emulating the upper lobe via koanic manipulation of the lower lobe.)
To test whether I did indeed now possess Melonhead powers, I attempted to manifest the thing I wanted most, and had been striving to attain the longest: a cure for the adverse side effects of the Accutane I’d taken 8 years ago.
Here’s a brief list of the side effects I suffered:
- chronic diarrhea
- chronic fatigue
- inability to eat almost every food, including pills
- additional symptoms, increasing exponentially when I eat forbidden foods or miss sleep
Over the last 8 years I’d painstakingly developed a coping regimine that worked in theory, as long as I did it perfectly. But it was so strict that holding down a job or traveling were almost impractical. And any error meant days if not weeks of down time. I rarely achieved better than than 50% functionality. And my diet was so limited that I ate only one meal continuously – lean steamed meat with rice, scallops and shrimp.
All attempts at a cure had failed, and not only failed, but proven that I couldn’t even digest the pills that might make me better. Instead, the difficulty of digesting the pills induced a failure cascade, a reinforcing feedback loop of insomnia, stress, fatigue and diarrhea. After years of fighting this illness, I had learned a great deal but was running out of things to try.
So, for my first manifestation attempt, I decided to demand an INSTANT cure.
Not a regimen for coping with symptoms… Actual, immediate, damage reversal.
Ha very ha, right? But if it’s a legitimate superpower, then anything should be possible…
As You Wish
The experiment began as I wrapped up a Skype conversation with a Melonhead. He’d just finished describing his “powers” to me. I got the idea for the experiment, and told him what I’d try to manifest. Immediately I experienced a boost in energy – I’d been feeling sick. I was shocked – it appeared to be already working.
I finished talking to the Melonhead, and flicked open my RSS reader while deciding what to do next. Up popped an article by Seth Roberts mentioning the GI healing properties of Yakult, a fermented yoghurt drink common in Asia. Accompanied with link to scientific paper and news report.
This startled me, because I’d been planning to try fermenting my own yoghurt next, although I had low expectations for success. I was planning on getting a yoghurt making machine, yada yada. I began reading with interest. Could this be the sign I’d requested?
As I finished reading, my girlfriend arrived home. I told her I wanted to buy some of this “Yakult” stuff tomorrow, figuring the grocery stores were closed tonight. She replied that she had some in the refrigerator.
This got my attention. I’d requested an instant cure… and the cure, if it was one, had been sitting IN MY REFRIGERATOR before I requested it.
The main problem was the massive sugar content of Yakult. I knew that I had sugar malabsorption issues – I can’t eat fruit. There was an excellent chance that if I tried the Yakult, I would become sick for at least 3 days, and endure excruciating pain. For the record, torture by several consecutive days of gut cramps is one of the few things I am afraid of, being a subset of torture in general. Nevertheless, I elected to drink two (disgustingly sweet) Yakult bottles that night.
Over the next couple of days I continued to ramp up my Yakult dosage. My body rebelled some at the radical change, but it also showed signs of improvement. The expected disaster failed to materialize.
Day two was the worst. I felt as if I might be becoming genuinely sick. Given the amount I’d drunk, this meant a solid three days of agony were kicking off. That night I endured some physical pain, but I was also strangely energized, so that I had the mental reserves to face it out. Normally the illness saps all capacity for resistance.
That night I received a “message” (or had a thought, whichever you prefer) that “it would take three days.” Sure enough, on day 3 I knew was better, significanly so, instead of worse. There could be no further doubt that it was working. For me, something had finally changed.
Note that I would expect a full gut healing to take place over 3-6 months. It’s not simply a matter of fixing diet or finding the right pill, but 1. rebuilding bacterial colonies and 2. regrowing and healing intestinal lining damaged or eaten away by inflammation and acidity. While these results are not instant, they are screamingly fast in GI terms.
Impressed by this initial success, over the next few days I began to let manifestation guide my behavior intuitively, rather than using logic to determine my actions. An image of a key supplement appeared in my head – I went and bought it at the precise store I remembered seeing it. When I arrived I discovered it was on sale: 2 for 1.
At the grocery store, I simply wandered, letting manifestation dictate my purchases. I grew disgusted with the excessive sweetness of Yakult: lo and behold, I found a bulk yoghurt with a lower sugar content. I tested a few key supplemets I had lying around, and found I could now digest pills. So I started taking everything I’d stored up but been unable to use. This resulted in a major improvement. At the same time, I gradually began eating a more diverse collection of foods, letting intuition guide me. No disaster ensued.
Once it was clear that I was cured, I wanted to know my new limits. And I didn’t intend to wait 6 months to find out. Among other things, I’ve tested a half block of cheese (lactose and fat intolerance), modest amounts of fruit (fructose and insoluble fiber intolerance), and the finisher, a greasy-spoon restaurant meal.
None of these could induce a return of the diarrhea that has plagued me for the last 8 years. However, the first and third did make me tired and give me gas for a couple of days. So I’m not invincible. The former was probably a matter of trying too much fat too soon (I have liver damage impairing fat digestion), and the latter was simply unfit for human consumption.
All this took about two weeks to transpire, from June 15 to June 28, and brings us to the present. I am eating a varied and delicious diet, and enjoying good energy and good health. My 8 year torment is at an end.
Note that the role of manifestation in the above narrative was not simply a one-off inspiration. I would not have continued past the pain wall without the faith that manifestation supplied. I would have stopped at day 2 if not for the encouraging “3 days” message. It actively supplied continual guidance, rather than merely coinciding with a catalyzing RSS entry.
How I think it works
I think multiple causes inextricably combine to produce the manifestation phenomenon. You may pick and choose whichever you prefer to believe.
1. Enhanced attention and positive memory selection bias – pure coincidence
2. The psychological power of belief and positive thinking to stimulate creativity, problem solving, and remove mental blocks
3. Faith-activated supernatural assistance
4. Faith-activated innate supernatural ability
The stunning results achieved by my first experiment, for me at least, eliminate that possibility that is all just cause 1. I now believe that all four play a role. I’ll discuss each in turn.
#’s 1 and 2 should be self-explanatory. This is what even the skeptics acknowledge. I readily admit that my results could be explained in these terms.
Interpretations of #3 vary tremendously, so I will give my personal take. I believe in a universe populated by gods, angels, demons, and the Creator and his Son. The interaction of this pantheon with our world is explored in engaging format in Vox Day’s Wrath Trilogy. If you find the idea patently ridiculous, you are reacting to a different version of Christian theology, or more likely, a straw man believed by no one, except perhaps some sub-100 imbeciles.
Thus, when Pavlina interacts with spirit guides and whatnot, he is either “playing with himself” or playing with the Fallen. Appearing as angels of light, etc.
However, when I, a Christian, activate my manifestation, I am calling by faith on the power of God to answer prayer.
The Christian need not fear that he is somehow accidentally accessing the occult. The faith is the point, and is what God responds to. This holds unless he is seriously going out of his way to connect with the dark side. You won’t see me holding seances or using Ouija boards, etc.
In fact, if we are just using #3, as Christians, that is just prayer, and there is nothing technically unique about it. The uniqueness comes when we combine #’s 1, 2, and 4 with standard prayer.
That’s not quite true – I think manifestation is a more emotionally mature and spiritually congruent way to go about individual prayer. And quality of faith does count for something – otherwise Jesus’ constant berations make no sense. (O ye of little faith.) But I am hesitant to assert that manifestation is the best or only way to have faith, so let’s leave it at that.
Which brings us to #4, by far the most interesting on the list.
Take a look at this skull:
That, my friend, is a full-fledged Melonhead. The sawed-off runts walking around making trouble today got nothing on this behemoth. Even the pharoahs showed more bulge than the biggest melons of the photographic age. Things have gone seriously downhill.
Now, what do you suppose went on in all that surplus grey matter of the Original Melonheads? And why are the artifacts we’ve dug up so… uninspiring, when viewed through the paradigm of a specialized, division of labor, industro-technological economy?
To ask the question is to answer it. Once again, the lie of progress has blinded us. Our society is not the miracle, but the bastardized devolution, designed to let tiny minds operate beyond their natural abilities – like bees building hives and storing honey, all without a clue as to the big picture.
In a word, the answer is: magic.
The melonheads’ massive brains allowed them to tap into the spiritual plane directly, and influence the material world on their own authority.
This was the Adamic dominion over Creation described in Genesis. The parlor tricks we see today’s melonheads pulling are the pathetic last sparks of this great original race’s extinguished flame.
They didn’t need specialization of labor, factories, universities and the like. They shaped the world directly with the power of their minds and spirits.
Now to the materialists rolling on the floor, holding their sides with laughter, I point out – you are incompetent idiots who cannot understand basic philosophy. Consciousness is not material; ergo a spiritual plane exists. There are more things in this world than are recorded on your pathetic instruments.
This answers several major questions about our universe.
1. Why is space empty? Our confusion results from the assumption that we are the pinnacle of creation. Things become far less mysterious when we suppose instead that we are the equivalent of talking meat. The reason nobody else is around in c-space is because it is so unbearably tedious. SETI’s failure to find intelligent life is a bit like someone listening to South Korea’s phone lines and declaring that they have no internet because he can’t hear dialup modems talking. They’re all on broadband, duh.
2. Why hasn’t the Singularity happened yet? What happens when it does? Once again, a false assumption. Humanity itself is a post singularity event. At least God and probably the higher angels/gods as well are properly considered as singulitarian intelligences. If we designed a singularity-level AI on Earth, nothing special would happen, because it would just be a much slower and stupider version of what’s already out there. The most interesting result would be if it simply disappeared.
3. Where did the Melonheads come from? Where did they go? The answers, while not known to us, must involve the dimensions beyond c-space.
We are like salmon fry in a spawning pool. The carcasses of the dead gods that bore us float in odd spots, mysterious and monolithic decomposing remnants. The ocean beyond seems a ludicrous myth. Few will make it there, and no one will number or care about the vast majority that don’t. The greater purpose is beyond comprehension. Meanwhile the scientists and wise men among us busily measure the span of the pool, and proclaim the universe known.
Limitations and technique
There are clearly limits to what manifestation can do, and there is a procedure to getting the most out of it. Given the amphibious natural/supernatural nature of the phenomenon, the following guidelines seem advisable:
1. Stage your requests in a logical progression. Solve health before social skills, social before money, money before girls, etc.
2. Make requests that are congruent to your identity and plausibly within God’s will
3. Use common sense.
4. Express faith through action.
In light of the success of the last experiment, I have decided to manifest wealth next. I’ve just started the experiment and have nothing to report so far. My first act will be to ask you, dear reader, for a donation. My Paypal button is below. Thanks.
UPDATE: Total manifested over 2 days – 146 – 166 USD. Felt the power go out from me just before the lion’s share came in. Not a bad start. Total income over previous month – approx $0.
UPDATE II: Manifestation is a leap of faith: