Laozi said: "Reversal is the movement of the Dao." (When things reach their extreme, they inevitably revert to their opposites).
By maintaining a false persona of being "absolutely kind and never angry," you violate human nature, guaranteeing that you will inevitably overcompensate with an extreme "crash out."
Daoism teaches "The highest goodness is like water." Water nourishes all things (kindness), but it also has boundaries—it flows around obstacles, turns into waterfalls at cliffs, and boils when faced with fire! True kindness is "fluid and powerful" like water, not "rigid and fragile" like ice. Allow yourself to express daily, minor "displeasure," and allow yourself to have edges.
From an energy field perspective, people with deep "self-hatred" have stagnant Qi and blood, and their energy field is twisted and prickly (low frequency).
When they approach someone who is "self-accepting and energetically aligned" (high frequency), your stability highlights their chaos. This "frequency incompatibility" triggers a physiological repulsion and urge to attack. In TCM, this is called "Pathogenic Qi attacking the Righteous Qi."
So, never take their dislike as an "objective evaluation" of you; it's merely their chaotic energy field having an "immune rejection" to your light! Your job is to maintain "When righteous Qi is strong within, no evil can invade." Protect your aura, neither welcoming nor resisting, don't absorb their toxins, and let them digest their own "karma"
Moses didn't get the promised land. he walked forty years for it, he lost his family for it, he stood in front of God for it, his face melted for it, and at the end God said you can see it from here but you're not going in. and he died on the mountain looking at it. God's favorite guy, the one who actually talked to him face to face, died in the desert looking at the thing he never got. now tell again how you deserved that promotion and God isn't answering your prayers. moses entire function was the walking, not the arriving. the forty years of shut up and move your feet when nobody believes you, including most mornings yourself. the promised land was always the desert. the desert is where he talks, the desert is where he needs you. and you hate that. i do too
Storytime!
There's a woman in my village who recently threatened to leave her husband over what could be qualified as cautious lifestyle choices.
Setting:
Young man strikes gold. Young man builds & furnishes mansion, buys car. Young starts fortnight road trips.
One of the most interesting speeches I’ve come across: Afghanistan’s late president, Najibullah asked in the 80s why so many foreign Arab fighters traveled to Afghanistan for jihad when Palestine was right next door.
Ernest Shackleton watched the ice slowly crush his ship past saving. He turned to his stranded crew and told them: ship and stores have gone, so now we'll go home.
It was 1915. He had sailed to Antarctica to cross the whole continent on foot, and his ship, the Endurance, got stuck in thick sea ice before he ever reached land. The ice held the ship for ten months, then crushed it until it broke apart. They left the ship that October and watched it sink that November, with no other people for hundreds of miles, no radio, and no one coming to look for them.
What the crew saw was a man who never lost his nerve. What they could not see was his diary. The night the ship was crushed, he wrote one line about it: it is hard to write what I feel. A crewmate later said it plainly. If Shackleton ever wanted to give up, he kept it to himself.
The calm was something he did on purpose. He held everyone to a strict daily routine so no one had time to lose hope. When the men threw out every heavy thing that might slow them down, he ordered them to keep the banjo, because music at night kept the men from falling apart. When his photographer lost his gloves, Shackleton gave away his own and let his fingers freeze.
They lived on the drifting ice for five months, eating seals and penguins. When the ice broke up, they rowed three small lifeboats about 180 miles to Elephant Island, a bare rock where no one lived and no ship would ever pass. Food ran so low that one of the men wrote they might have to eat whoever died first.
So Shackleton bet everything on a single boat. He and five others climbed into a 22-foot lifeboat and sailed 800 miles across the roughest ocean on Earth, through 16 days of freezing storms, aiming for a tiny island called South Georgia. They reached it. Then he crossed its mountains on foot for 36 hours straight, over ground no one had ever crossed, to reach a whaling station and get help.
Twenty-two men were still waiting back on Elephant Island. They waited 105 days. Three times a rescue ship was turned back by the ice before a small Chilean tug finally broke through, on August 30, 1916.
Shackleton stood on the bow as it neared the shore and called across the water, asking if they were all well. The answer came back: all safe, all well.
All 28 of them came home. He never let his men watch him break, and that was the whole point.
Zhuangzi said, if you are crossing a river and an empty boat collides with yours, even if you have a bad temper, you won't get angry. But if there is a person on that boat, you will shout and curse.
Why? Because you assume it's "intentional," and your "ego" feels challenged.
A person with true spiritual intelligence lives as an "empty boat" themselves (no arrogance, no self-assertion) and views all worldly attacks and biases as "empty boats" too (understanding they are merely projections of the other person's own karma and emotions, having nothing to do with you).
When you stop arguing with empty boats, you attain true absolute freedom.
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HIS WHEREABOUTS REMAIN UNKNOWN.
Peter Mbogo was allegedly abducted on June 19 at around 8:00 PM along the Ruai bypass, near Barbara.
Reports indicate that he was forced into unmarked vehicles by individuals who identified themselves as officers from the Directorate of Criminal Investigations (DCI).
Me dijo "desnudate" y yo le mostré este video del cucho Hernández peleando por el balón en el momento más tenso del partido. Me puse a llorar y ella se burló. Quería ver la desnudez de mi cuerpo; yo, tonto, le mostré la desnudez de mi alma.
Yo con 16 años era un frikaso del fútbol y había encontrado una página turca que resubia partidos en 1080 y tenía una base increíble, habían partidos hasta del 2000, por desgracia le perdí la pista a esa página, alguien conoce una similar?
When the heart is corrupt, they target your insecurities to leverage them for control. But when the heart is pure, they hunt them solely so that they may destroy them. Where one exploits you to enslave you, the other heals you and thereby frees you by destroying what poisons you.