Meal Prep.

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Diet is the foundation of all of the progress I have made, spiritually and otherwise, over the past 4 months.

Gone is the madness that was my life before, and due to discipline around diet, and also diligent work on my perception on the 4 hour net commute per day, I have made progress on progress.

Diet is an ubiquitous interest, concern and source of confusion for much of the western world. Always we are balancing what we believe we should be doing with our lack of desire to take the necessary action to see out what we want. More often that not this results in the complacent tossing of the entire topic into the ‘too hard’ basket. The cornucopia of opinions out there on “the-one-right-way” further adds to the confusion.

In reality, what there is to do is very simple and has nothing to do with what others tell you. The only person you must provide for and nourish is yourself. If you try to attend to others before having done so yourself then you are just building a castle without a foundation and the entire thing will crumble at unnecessary expensive to yourself.

We must cut away all that is not necessary, include all junk food, sugars (naturally occurring or otherwise), grains (including wheat, and wheat replacements), alcohol, drugs, cigarettes and just about anything that you find in a supermarket. This might be a daunting task, initially, and for those prepared enough to honour themselves and take up this joyous challenge, you are next faced with the task of discipline in the hundreds of opportunities in your day that it would just be easier to eat something else.

I have found a phenomenally effective solution to this problem. The answer is still discipline, but in a way that’s much easier to apply. The answer is meal preparation. The fact is I don’t trust anyone to source, prepare and cook my food except for me. I don’t know what’s gone into it, the quality of the food, the environment it is cooked in or the energy that went into cooking it. In short – eating out is more trouble than it’s worth.

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Despite how difficult this may sound, I eat like a king, every time I eat I have people commenting on my food and I feel amazing. I also don’t have to worry about being stuck starving in front of a doughnut shop.

Pick one day per week. Sleep in, when you get up make a tea, have a shower and go to the markets. Buy all your food (I eat at least a kilo of food per serving and for the week it costs me around $200), take it home and cook it all. Put it in bags and freeze them if you must, otherwise in the fridge they go. The whole process takes me between getting to the markets at 9:00am and finishing cooking at 5pm and I usually have lunch and a nap in between. And that is the last I have to think about my food for a whole week. Bliss.

It boils down to doing what must be done. Whichever way you look at it, you have a choice: feed your strength and starve your weakness, or starve your strength and feed your weakness. Make a choice, and then take the actions necessary to see it through.

I choose to honour myself. No cheat days, no slips ups, no exceptions.

And my vitality and health costs me 6 joyous peaceful hours per week.

What do you choose?

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M

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Exaberce

“My name is Exaberce.. he who talks loud, say nothing”

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The less you say, the more you give way for inner stillness, and the more you feel. You grow more to talk about, yet stay silent, cultivating wealth, without the need to disperse it. And you become rich.

I, and many others, however, have spent the better part of our lives screaming and shouting about not much at all. We feel anything and have to post about it on Facebook and amplify it through the megaphone of our egos and plaster it on the walls of the world stage. This is a bankrupt system.

One of the few intelligent things I did as a younger man was to leave the quotations marks I got tattooed on my back empty. I knew, even then, that the world had a lot to teach me, and I would have a lot to say. To say even one thing was to craft a future based on insufficient understanding of the life around me.

And indeed the world has taught me.

Talking excessively, however, is but one of the many ways in which we disperse our energy in our desperate bid to be heard, seen, recognized and appreciated. We talk loudly, build messily, fume aggressively, demand pompously and cry brokenheartedly. Then we create art with words, pictures or music about it self-indulgently and hope for people to vibe with the suffering. Ego ego ego ego ego.

When will we see that our suffering is generated by us (our egos, specifically) in response to events that inherently have nothing to do with us, but which we make about us just to feel something to be loud about in the future? All so we can feel significant in this big, loud world. When will we see that our power comes from our stillness, and more from what we choose not to say, than from what we blurt out in fear of being missed?

We need nothing but our burgeoning understanding to cradle us, and no one but our teacher to listen (and most likely, to demand of them to far less often). We need only a bit of discipline and consistent application of simple principles to unlock something so profound as to make the cutting away of the addictions of yesteryear no more than a passing thought. Greatness boils down to a lot of small things, done well. Each small thing just a drop in the ocean, yet what else is an ocean but a large assembly of drops?

One undisciplined thought, corrected to disciplined thought, manifested as disciplined action, repeated into disciplined habit, ingrained into disciplined life and finally rewarded as the seed of discipline sprouts into a life of wealth.

And the truly wealthy do not speak of wealth. Silent, they enjoy the fruits of their discipline.

Let’s join them, shall we?

Salute!

 

 

Patience, then.

For many years I lacked self worth and so tirelessly worked to add it on from things outside myself: the gym for bigger muscles, a business for more money, and a more beautiful woman to say I’d done it. For many years I experienced madness, chaos, turmoil and suffering. Never was I relaxed, how could I be when there was so much to do! So much to become.. Never satisfied, never enough.

Now I never needed to be enough for anyone else. I was working to be enough for myself. To match the soaring standard I set myself. I never stopped to contemplate if it was ever possible for someone who is not enough to one day look in the mirror and say “I am enough, now.” It took meeting my teacher, and being goaded with the question “Do you love yourself?” I paused. His answer, already.

And so began a journey towards true love. One of cutting away romance, sex, unhealthy food, bitching and moaning, boyish behavior, medications and all else that did not serve.

As I came to honour myself with my diet, foundation was built underneath me. I became more solid, stable, calm and consistent. I saw that wanting for things was a sure-fire way to prevent myself from getting them. All there is to do is what there is to be done at this moment, and with attention firmly focused doing what needs to be done, all will come. Next thing I know here comes the perfect job, here comes money, here comes understanding, here comes opportunity. The need to chase subsided.

Coming from inside of that there is nothing external that can give me my self worthย  I no longer need to become unbalanced to go and search for what I can add to be enough. I don’t need even what I currently have. The job, money, clothes, opportunities are just circumstances and byproducts of my self-worth. Let them go, how exciting. I wonder what will come to take their place. I am my own temple, and there is nowhere to pray but here.

When you know that all if moving to perfection, when you love, patience is virtue of the moment. A virtue I am grateful for. Relaxing into knowing that this moment doesn’t need to look like anything other than it does is what there is to do. And I do what must be done.

M

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More On The Step That You Are In.

Each footstep takes you somewhere different depending on the level of consciousness you put into it.

Is it taking you to a pub. Your house? A better home?
To honour yourself? To destruction?

Each footstep becomes a spiritual practice when you are nowhere else but in that step. I’m talking about literal footsteps here.

You see the way that we take steps on the way home is not so dissimilar from the way that we take steps in our life – that is, more or less unconsciously. All purpose and noย  deliberateness. When we walk like this on the way home, and forget to see the world with fresh eyes we miss the trees and and the birds. When we walk this way in our life we forget to see the beautiful people and we prohibit the higher powers, whatever they are to you, from orchestrating our life like a symphonic shriek of wisdom, glory and beauty.

A lot of the beauty in walking consciously is revealed to you when you slow down and forget the destination – just as in life. When you go really slow it starts to occur to you that there is nothing to do but complete this step. And after that all there is to do is the next step. From this perspective we can see that nothing is really wrong, unless we are unable to take the next step. If this is the case for you, the moment is most certainly telling you to stop and reflect on your beauty. When it is time for the next step, the next step will be presented to you. Take it, and so on. In this, the destination of the next step is the next step and the destination right now is this step. You have already arrived. Well done, you.

The world is much simpler when all you do is focus on the step you are in – literally, and metaphorically.

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Loving Today.

Love the first breath of air you take as you wake,
And the nighttime sweat on your brow.
The crinkle of the covers as you rustle your feathers and up-you-get,
and never forget to love yourself.

Take the shower cold,
Prepare teas and tonics,
Shuffle them down,
Shuffle them down.

Classical radio,
Epsom salt baths,
Garbage bags of washed lettuce,
Root vegetables and herbal medicine.

This is the day of someone who loves them self.
And delightful, so it is,
And divine as it comes,
Simplifying things,
A story ofย true love.

Love, you cant, if you don’t first love yourself.
Trust, you wont, if you cannot trust yourself.
Settle in, see your power,
When you learn to be here and now,
And not endeavor for someplace else.

Early nights,
Bed by 9,
8 hours sleep,
How divine. ๐Ÿ™‚