Software upgrade?

If your brain is a computer, and your pineal is connecting you to the grid, do you ever need a software upgrade?

The problem with this thinking, that we can somehow better ourselves with training, is that it is wrong. There is an issue within each of us. Such is the nature of humanity. The original sin if you will. We all are corrupt. If you love the bread, do you toss the whole bag when one piece has mold? If you have lived like I have, you don’t.

Every part of us is cherished. No energy can be created, nor destroyed. As many times as we, as this concious energy, have gone through the cycle, our energy is still here, hopefully growing.

We are hardly growing, or have not been. Things are changing. Times are different now. There is a hold, stagnation of sin. Stagnation of previous instinct. The Balance needed between community and the self is as ever present. The shedding of ego must go on for most of us, as we are a survival species, suffering from a catastrophic amnesia. To prevail in any hard time to come, the Balance must be found.

To find your balance on a wall, on a ridge walk, or in your life, it takes great strength. A strength that most of us do not have. Training will hardly improve us enough to make this work. Instead we must throw off the balance by leaning far past centre, into unknown territory, pushing past and letting go of the holds we feel comfortable in.

Am I training to let go? If that is a training at all, then yes. It is not always about a software upgrade to better ourselves, it is about removing the virus. Removing the limiter we place on ourselves.

Today I struggle. I am back to routine, but am dying for more. I feel like I need to be training more, yet there is nothing to be done but wait, reflect, and let go.

Reconnect

Today I ran barefoot. It was an experience that just happened. I take off my shoes from time to time on the trail. I did it as a kid, just not like this.

I reconnected with myself. I reconnected with nature. I reconnected with my roots.


The truth of the matter is that I was urged to do this while conversing with my favourite person in the world, if I could choose a favourite. She opened my mind, and I opened my heart to her words, and I ran. I ran while she talked. I jogged while I talked. After the conversation was done, I ran as hard as I could.


Four hours after leaving on foot from lunch, with flip flops on my feet, and nothing but my clothes, I returned home. I was not sore. I was not tired. I was alive.