To make a following point, it is necessary for me to share my story.
As a youngster just about to go to school I had very little friends. In fact, none. Other kids around me were playing with each other, building sad castles, enjoying their time in the park playing soccer. Me however spent the entire day with my grandparents, because the outside world was too dangerous for me, at least that’s what my mother kept telling me.
When I went to school I did absolutely everything in my power in order to please my parents. I did my homework every single time it was due, and not just that, but I started with writing my papers right after the assignment had been assigned. The task could have been due next week or even next month, yet I started right away, because my mother told me to do so. This went on for about 6 years.
As I was in 7th grade, I started to care less about rules and played around a lot more, hence the beginning of receiving mediocre grades. I still passes, but the test scores weren’t perfect or at least close to perfection. This angered my parents of course, especially my mother, you gave me a TV/Computer ban and also reduced my time with friends quite a bit to the point of almost having no freedom at all.
My home situation was a mess, I was scared to fail yet I did not feel like studying at all. I did enough to just pass and then endured my mother’s rage. I escaped into video games and spent all my “homework” time secretly reading comic books under the blanket. therefore, my grades flunked even more. When my mother found that out…needless to say, she was not happy at all. You can picture why.
As I was about to finish school, I discovered fitness. Bodybuilding, to be exact. Since I had nothing to hold on to emotionally at this point, I threw myself into that world, which started to consume all of my time. I became more confident, I started to give less of a shit about criticism and rules, and I became totally obsessed with my self-image to a point of almost starving myself to death. True story. But, I did not get much attention from women, nonetheless, despite even looking like a professional athlete.
PS: I think this is what I always wanted. To be loved by women because my mother never gave me any validation and was always asking for more than I was emotionally capable to handle at that point.
This is when my new life began. This is the life I’m still living to this day. This was the time when I discovered game and the art of seduction. The science of empowering every area of your life through picking up chicks. This was the biggest transformation I had ever gone through. Oh, how did it feel?
For most of my life I was running away from discomfort, only to find comfort in even more discomfort. Pickup challenged my life in more ways than school ever did, yet it is much more complicated, requires much more willpower and is MUCH more scary. Therefore,I reached a revelation.
Trying to avoid discomfort does not make you comfortable.
We all have pain bodies within us. According to Eckhart Tolle –
The pain–body is my term for the accumulation of old emotional pain that almost all people carry in their energy field. I see it as a semi-autonomous psychic entity. It consists of negative emotions that were not faced, accepted, and then let go in the moment they arose.
In much simpler words, a pain body is something we all have deep within us and that’s mostly different for each of us. Once we realize that it’s there, a grand load of discomfort falls of our backs. Me for an example have always been keen on making women like me because due to my childhood “trauma” as some would say, I did not get enough of it from my parents (keep in mind that my father also barely saw me and when he did, he criticized).
You will most likely have something different, or maybe even you’re the same case as me. Point being – everybody has something. No-one’s cut from a different cloth, meaning we are designed to get hurt in some way or another. We all have something that’s meaningful, therefore a hurtful topic for us. And that pain body guides us through life.
My mentors have pretty much all the same complex called the helper. They get joy in helping other human beings and they are doing it with extreme passion. Sounds really nice on paper, am I right? The servant of people, offering value wherever they can. But in reality, they are hurt deep within, having this deep sense of need to help others that are not getting the right treatment. Sounds like a noble cause, yet it’s all based on a perverted pleasure. Luckily, that pleasure can be easily put into a good use and is highly valued.
Pain bodies guide our career choices, shape our relationships and are overall a HUGE influence. To free yourself from them – hehe, you’re reading the wrong article.