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Welcome to Day 20 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

In its marrow, the essence of the human mind is exploration; wanderlust is naturally wired into our mental fabric. We left the garden or the savannah because we had to; there was no other choice. Our minds are magnetized toward adventure, built for orienteering, and as much as I dig this as a philosophy, here I mean it as an undisputable physical and psychological fact about the natural under-pinning of our working brains. 

All learning is an exploration, a push into the unknown. Perhaps a remnant of the very first time our lips groped for a nipple, our hands clutching for anything to feel, reaching out into the void is an essential tool for a healthy cognition and an all-natural life.

Many years ago, my manager and good friend Brett crafted for me a “3 word synopsis that best defines Brian.” Though I didn’t fully recognize it at the time—it would take me a few years—he was absolutely right. Not just for me, but for the human mind at large.

His moniker for a healthy mind… “Wonder. Explore. Believe.” still rings true for me in everything I do, and if you take a moment to reflect on his “tagline” it will work miracles for you as well!

At the macro size of life, you can wonder why you are here, explore the possibilities and uncover those telltales as to the underlying belief in your mind’s ultimate mission.

It also works tremendously well in the micro version. Wonder about the clues the moment presents, explore all the tangents that particular clue has for you, and once again confidently believe in your next few steps along the path of your Destiny.

There is a mystery to life, a code to be cracked for all those adventurously brave enough to ignore the siren’s call of the future and focus on the myriad knowledge of this Now.

It takes courage to stay put in the present, to explore the Now, which is why I suspect so many refuse to do it.

Welcome to day 19 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

The human mind is designed for all natural thinking,  ready for adventure at every turn. It lives to be surprised and improvise. It’s all about the ad-lib. Yet today, the number 1 cause of pain and stress comes from using our minds inorganically.

From my feeble attempts at woodworking, I can tell you that the right tool for a specific job makes the perfect assistant. You wouldn’t pound screws with a hammer, you don’t knit with toothpicks, and although an old toothbrush is perfect for combating tile grout grunge, I doubt you’d want to reverse the order. Stress comes from the inauthentic use of our minds. When we actively and passionately embrace, when we say “Yes” to the moment at hand—whatever it deals us—we think all naturally, we think sharply, we think the way the mind was built to operate. Eckhart Tolle is spot on to suggest, “Realize deeply that the present moment is all you have. Make the NOW the primary focus of your life.”

When we do, stress can’t find a foothold in our thoughts.

When we inorganically goal set outside of the moment, when we adopt binge thinking as our mental operating system, we construct fairytales in a distant fog. When we explore the moment at hand, we have no time to beg the future for anything.

It boils down to one question. Are you a human being or a human getting? Mental health or mental hellth?

Welcome to day 16 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

From time to time, I like to remind myself that I truly am up against the clock. Best I can tell I’m not going anywhere soon, but you never know what the timekeeper has in mind.

So most days I am fully aware of what the poet W.H. Auden meant warning “All we are not stares back at what we are.” I’ve a Destiny to fulfill, My Destiny and I need to passionately keep at it, to hip check Fate at every turn and push on. You can’t stop the sand in the hourglass. Author Margaret Atwood is right, “Potential has a shelf life.”

In my search for ways to “keep on keeping on” I try not to miss any stones to overturn. That led me to the term “Stockholm syndrome.” Ever heard of it?

It’s the psychological condition where the captives, weird as it sounds, begin bonding with their abductors, a fellowship with those that fetter them, an unnatural admiration for the authority denying their freedom?

I know, strange indeed. Well there is also an internal, personal version of this “illness,” one where you and I grow comfortable with the false persona we’ve allowed to hijack our lives and jail our ultimate being. To paraphrase Walt Kelly, “I have met the enemy and he or she is me.” The captor and I are one.

We convince ourselves that capture bonding with Fate, with our “fabricated-herd-approved” version is our only chance at happiness, fulfillment and success. Fitting in seems the only way to get something out of this life. Adding insult to injury, is the speed with which our contrived defense mechanisms, what Wilhelm Reich called “character armor,” spreads throughout our minds like an invasive Kudzu vine, forcing our native soil to surrender to it’s ever advancing roots. One day we turn around and can’t separate the real from the rhetoric in our lives.

And for whatever reason, some of us can’t see any other way out. The flag we wave and the towel throw in are both a pathetic white. We convince ourselves that surrender is inevitable, so why not cave. From my days as a cop, I remember repeat criminal offenders would say to me of their time in jail, “at least I get 3 square meals, a hot shower and a cot!”

But for others like YOU, thank God, failure to provoke yourself to greatness, to break the bonds that bind you, and ignoring your natural birthright and boldness, starts to grate on your nerves; the head games are getting old and your heart has had enough!

Sooner or later, you snap and an existential question arises out of your agitation: impeccably human or embedded in the herd? Super Human or Hobbled Soul?

The dark night of the soul exists for this one reason; if the questions are painful, the answers drive the hurt even deeper.

The interrogation begins…..

“Is this what my life was meant to be? I deserve better than this.”

Is happiness in life guaranteed but only for other people?

“Why have I settled for the watered down version of who I am?”

“I’m sick and tired of the blah, lukewarm feeling in my life? What has playing it safe really done for me?”

Ever ask yourself those questions?

If so, it’s time to escape the kudzu cognition, to think sharply, to think like you mean it! It’s time for you to be impeccably human, impeccably YOU!

I’m here for the ride; I’ve punched my ticket, the clock is ticking, I’ve paid my dues, it’s show time!

Welcome to day 15 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

Do you ever have one of those days where you feel a bit bloated with “blah,” maybe a little bout of irritable brain syndrome; the attack of mental yucky? There’s a medical term for you. Remember, you read it here first.

How do we ever fall victim to the cognitive queasiness? It happens—quite simply—when we treat our minds like second-rate organs. Our stomach receives first-rate attention, but our rinky-dink mind, well it’s on its own! We protect our gut but our grey matter….c’est la vie.

We vow to eat healthy, avoid toxins and extra calories; salt is a no-no as are GMO’s and artificial fillers and additives. We call for “all natural,” “organic” “grass fed” whatnots when we can get it, and forget about processed meals and unnatural food dyes of any color.

Hyper-vigilant when ingesting knife and fork in hand, we’ll stuff our minds and philosophical palates with mounds of pre-packaged, deep-fried junk thoughts at the “all-you-can-inculcate” buffets of everyday banality.

We obsess over 6-pack abs and trimmed waistlines yet ignore all the psycho-fat and flab we consume at the drive-up windows of outside opinion. Those junk points of view pack on some girth.

When it comes to cerebral cuisine, our impeccable culinary standards are quickly tabled and suspended. We’ll guard our appetites at the fridge though not in the face of the static quo.

We’ll wolf down and pig out at the unlimited smorgasbord of criticisms, projections, and prescriptions of the herdlings; don’t forget to waddle on over to the unlimited brainwashed buffet. We’ll snack on side orders of inane expert points of view, to hold us over until the main course arrives!

It’s really quite simple; the day I started counting my cognitive calories with the same sharp-pencil-passion I employ in calculating how many steps or miles I would need to walk off that triple-decker-breakfast-platter, I was on to something; the only fitness regiment that truly matters. Watching our wisdom with the same eagle-eye-focus as our waistline, now we’re talking.

Looking to shed a few pounds? Why not start with the philosophical fixation that you are a vacuum that needs stuffing, a being in desperate need of “all the fixings.”

No more junk calories, or no more binge thinking, loading up on empty ideas!

Born a Super Human, destined to a model life, keep in mind who you ultimately are, tap your All Natural Being, always think sharply and cut out any pinhead attitudes that try to serve you a spoon full of contrary crap.

Why not become a belief gourmet? No artificial sweeteners!

Welcome to day 14 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

I’d like to talk to you about the naysayers in your life, the anal analysts of the faultfinder crowd. Those always on the ready to attack your vision—wrapped in the deceitful guise of for your own good—always hovering nearby to lend a hand; albeit it to smack you in the face.

You know the type, the authors of their own infected fiction, the breed missing both the heart and the head for the game; those toxic Venus-fly-traps masquerading as humans, the walking/talking piles of sucking quicksand, standing by with a formula for your life that only Procrustes could love.

They come is some many sadistic shapes, sizes and varieties—odd really in that they swear by the one-size-fits-all mentality of their fellow herdlings—that I’ve come to group them under the term “static quo.”

Let the spineless spin their vitriol.

All noise!

Nothing noteworthy!

Author Grant Cardone gives us a heads-up. “Weak and overwhelmed individuals respond to others' success by attacking it.”

Now, this is probably about the time some will want to be a bit more compassionate, noting that critics have a wounded inner child, stunted mental growth, a tough past, blah, blah, blah. A little less “Kumbaya” and a way healthier dose of “kick them to the curb aya.”

Enough about them, let’s talk about you.

T.S. Eliot offered some great advice. “Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.”

Let’s add a splash of Liberace, when he answered about his critics, “I cried all the way to the bank.”

Fate uses our factitious critics, the bogus bags of boundless hot air as its accomplice. We can tune them out and smile knowing it’s all part of the gig.

Their foolishness loves company.

Why give it to them?

Welcome to day 13 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

I believe Russell Simmons is spot on. The Divine, however you choose to define it, drinks tea and loves popcorn. You can read the leaves or follow the trail when you slow down and open up long enough for the whisper to state its case and show you the way.

I love the Biblical line, “but The Divine was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but The Divine was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but The Divine was not in the fire: and after the fire “a still small voice.”

Ariadne’s Thread is there to guide us through the Labyrinth if we will crouch and gently pick it up. For those that have forgotten—that’s all it truly is, a forgetting—we can reclaim our “tracking abilities” with a bit of focused practice.

So how can we start? Author Shannon Adler offers this thought. “We are chained by our own control. Life is nothing more than finding the key that unlocks every part of our soul” which always reminds me of Arthur C. Clark’s “secret compass of the soul.”

Even so, if we get out of our own way, what is “magnetic north” for our compass?

Finding your bearings begins with sharpening your senses, contemplating the sense of your authentic Destiny and stubbornly refusing to aid and abet the “static quo” in your life. It is your fine-tuned personal acuity that forms your path in the moment.

In the Labyrinth our needle is a good bit more mercurial, pointing to the very next “adjacent possible” in the moment at hand. The Fingerprints of Providence as I like to call them are those impromptu visions, intuitive inklings or mysterious whispers that attract our attention and grab our spine. It’s when a sneaking suspicion presents itself in the foggiest or faintest of ideas.

Triggered by something in our environment, a sight, a word, a chance occurrence that can’t be rationalized away, these are the synchronicities, epiphanies, serendipities, and coincidences that are our telltales. Once we begin to recognize the revelatory nature of these clues, our eyes and ears grow more akin to their presence and their message.

Left over from why criminal investigator days are my beliefs that bad guys (and girls) leave clues at the scene of their crimes and that when your hone your detective skills you greatly enhance your success of solving any case.

I was very fortunate to have as a Sergeant and teacher one of the sharpest, criminally inquisitive minds I’ve ever met. He taught me very early on to pay scalpel-like attention to the details at hand. “Clues are left everywhere. If the suspect(s) were here, they left something behind. If you’re not smart enough to find the evidence of their encounter with this particular environment don’t blame the scene’s fault, it’s your senses that are out of whack.”

Over the next few hours, give your self permission to invest just 1/72 of your day to investigate the signals sent to you. No preconceived notions of a destination, no hopes, dreams or desires. Suspend your belief in control and let be. Surrender and follow their lead, hopscotch as they come, unnerving as it may seem, one tangent after the next. If you need to, set your phone or watch to let you know when the 20 minutes is up, no worries. Just let the search take you where it will, and wait for your intuition to chime in.

I always remember Oscar Wilde’s thought, “It is because Humanity has never known where it was going that it has been able to find its way.”

Welcome to day 12 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

I hear some stories from time to time that the US is thinking about doing away with pennies. “They’re a nuisance” and as currency goes, they’ve become almost obsolete, a pain to deal with. They’re just pennies, too insignificant to carry around and be bothered with; they’re a waste, so why not toss them?

It’s quite similar the way many of us look at time. Individual minutes, like the Lincoln heads, are a bit insignificant, we have plenty of them, so why get worked up over tossing a few away? What can I buy with 1 cent? What can I accomplish in 1 moment? Too trivial to total up to much, if I blow this one, there are plenty out there!

With economies around the world valued in trillions of dollars, what’s a hand full of copper going to do for you? In time’s ultimate currency of eons, what’s a hand full of minutes going to matter in the grand scheme of things? Given their “obvious irrelevance,” who really cares? What’s wrong with killing some time?

When one honestly calculates the power of this particular moment in all of time, the tables turn pretty quickly.

Like individual snowflakes eventually leading to awe-inspiring avalanches, or individual drops of rain filling all the oceans with their 326 million trillion gallons of water, seems the tiny, computed properly, isn’t so trivial after all. As Andre Gide put it, “gradation, gradation, and then a sunned leap.”

The pint-sized is really just the prodigious in waiting. What’s the saying? “Big things come in little packages” or as Stevie Ray Vaughn called it “Living Life by the drop.” I love that.

Take your day for example; if you divide your 24 hours in 20-minute segments, you have 72 opportunities to have a major impact on your life. Forget the passion-siphoning urban myth of 10,000 hours to gain mastery of any ability; you can begin, right now, in this 20 minutes, this 1/72 of your day to make substantial changes and progress in any area of your life. These tiny, handfuls of moment, are the true paths to mega in your life.

So, for the next 20 minutes, just 1/72 of our overall day, life by the drop right? Just for now, let’s suspend our certainties and adopt Carl Sandburg’s philosophy “Hope is an echo. Hope ties itself yonder, yonder, yonder.” For just a little while, right now, no yonder! Channel your inner Dante; “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.” NO goals, no aspirations, no dreamy stratagems, longing or whishing, just relinquish the expedition mentality and passionately explore the adventure that is The Labyrinth at hand.

Plunge the rabbit holes, revere the randomness naturally flowing in and around you, detect and decode Ariadne’s Thread, or as I like to call them the “Fingerprints of Providence” dancing in your periphery. Like tealeaves or a cosmic popcorn trail, the hints at hand suggesting your next move.

It’s here where the clues to your genuine happiness, fulfillment and even personal and professional success shimmer in undulation, the lefts and rights, the stops and starts of Life’s labyrinth, in the maze of this moment you can be reborn.

Welcome to day 7 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

How about a quick thought experiment? A wee bit of mental gymnastics to jumpstart our minds?

Imagine, just for a moment, that right before your birth, you learn you’re in the running for a human consciousness. You’re on the short list, but the offer comes with a couple of strings attached, there is some fine print as there always is, and Providence moves to explain the details of the non-negotiable deal right up front; it is the cost of the ticket, to board the ride, that brings you to life.

Now, the terms and conditions are straightforward and clear; the price for the overall opportunity of a lifetime, is the all-in, whole-hearted acceptance of your personal Destiny; should you be awarded an “individual sized” packet of the Universe’s overall energy, you pledge a tour de force life. You promise to vigorously apply all of your natural resources and authentic vitality to optimize your time on earth. Living with unbridled vision and passion; that’s the gig you’re being offered. NO apathy allowed.

Now, there is also a warning; on your final day, you will be held accountable for your overall energy expenditure.

This deal isn’t for administrating conservation, but for courageousness applied. You commit to surrender yourself to death fully spent, 100% toast, your mental and physical reserves completely depleted, having burned through every bit of the…. brilliance, strength and nerve given to you at the outset of your journey.

If you decide to jump in, you better go all out. There is no room for mediocrity. Swear to live life to the hilt, or step aside, get out of the way and we’ll call the next in line.

You take The Divine up on its offer, a deal encoded, genetically programmed into your DNA. You vow to Live Fully, Think Sharply and Leave Empty! Your contract with the Creator sealed, there is an outstanding invoice on your head! There is only one way to pay it off. The adventure and your obligation begins.

You depart as the guardian of your own grit, your awesome is built in, hardwired with the potential to pull off almost anything, constituted with natural resilience, temperament and tools to complete the transaction, to fulfill your unique Destiny.

Now, fight as it may, and it will, that’s its job, Fate has other plans when you arrive. Journeying into the Labyrinth of Life, Fate is there to confound and obstruct.

Even so, you cannot be derailed, huff and puff as it might, Fate cannot void your Destiny without your express permission; for it to win, you must aid and abet.

Which means that there are really only two types of people in the world; those that keep the promise, and those that take a pass, those that adhere to the original conditions of their adventure, and those that acquiesce to Fate.

Dangerous game to be playing, because I think the Universe holds grudges and it’s got a life long memory. Your purpose or be damned.

You took an oath to be impeccably human, to bring you’re “A” Game to life. Your initiative is indelibly etched in your Soul. Your dreams are simply the treaty’s echo reverberating through out time and your mind; Seal that deal or go home broken.

Grant Cardone is spot on. “Success is your duty, obligation, and responsibility.”

You made a pact with The Higher Power, are you living up to that promise?