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Inscribed over the entrance to the temple at Delphi "Know Thyself"

Placebos work even when you know that they are placebos.

@Cernovich How do you like secretagogues versus just somatropin?

Testosterone makes me lustful and full of pride. Not exactly good traits to have in my line of work. Much prefer HGH secretagogues. But I'll have to go back on eventually. For now, no big deal. I get the work done, have never been more productive. goBHB is game changer.

@BioavailableNd Simple fix: You can just tell your subconscious mind to create a micronutrient bodyguard who screens each party guest, only allowing inside those who will make the party (your body) healthier

I have so much hope for the future. Then I read a paper like this explaining how vitamin D increases the absorption of micronutrients… but it also can't tell the difference between the good and the bad, allowing more lead, cadmium, and aluminum to be absorbed too. It makes me a little sad. It also sends my pattern-recognition brain spinning. We spend so much time debating the perfect supplement/protocol, while the bigger conversation should also be about the quality of our air and our soil. I genuinely believe this is one of the next frontiers of medicine. Finding better ways to clean up our environment, while learning how to safely support the body's own detoxification systems, is a road I'm more than willing to spend years researching.

Repeat after me: The spirit of abundance is repulsed by frugality and stinginess.

Face fear.

@DejaRu22 This has been my most powerful manifestation. Y’all best listen.

MY TIMING IS ALWAYS PERFECT.

Last weekend, the decision to talk to a stranger opened a very interesting door for me… While staying at a hotel, I had travel plans delay. And I had to stay a day longer than originally planned. [SOMETIMES, WHEN IT LOOKS LIKE THINGS ARE “GOING WRONG”, ITS BECAUSE REALITY ITSELF IS REARRANGING TO ACCOMODATE YOUR PATH IN AN EVEN BETTER DIRECTION THAN YOU HSD PLANNED] During which, I noticed what must’ve been hundreds of men all dressed to the nines. Black tie. Tuxedos. Hundreds. Mostly consisting of men 50+ yr old. Now it was a 5 star hotel, so this sort of thing is not unusual… but I had a feeling something was special about whatever kind of event this was. It had a strange, almost mystical quality about the gathering. Something was in the air. And it was palpable. Later that evening, I was out and came back to the hotel around midnight. It was at that point that I made my way over to the elevator and in stepped 4 of these men. And by this point I am SUPER curious about what their whole deal is. I REALLY want to know. I think to myself: “Should I ask? Idk. I’m tired. I don’t want to bother them. I should mind my own business.” But LOUDER, I also think to myself “If I don’t ask NOW… I’ll NEVER get to know what they’re here for. And it’ll eat me up at night. Why don’t I ask? What possible good can come of being shy? Nothing. What’s the worst that can actually happen? Fuck it.” I clear my throat. “Excuse me gentlemen, [I wait to make eye contact after getting their attention before continuing], I have to say, you are all exquisitely dressed. May I ask, what’s the occasion?” “Oh.. we’re uh.. [The gentlemen exchange glances around the elevator] we’re masons.” And the guy looks me up and down. My eyes light up. “FASCINATING! What a hilarious coincidence, just yesterday I was studying [famous Masonic book]!” At that moment the elevator doors swing open, and he steps out onto his floor. As luck might have it, my room is on the same floor. And to make a long story short, we spent the next 90 minutes, standing in the hallway between hotel rooms, having an utterly riveting conversation, lowering our voices whenever anyone walked past. Having quickly demonstrated a beyond cursory understanding of Freemasonry, he asked my age, was impressed and took a quick liking to me… He explained that the event was a bi-annual gathering of Freemasons for the entire district, and the reason for attendance being as high as it was, was because very important names were present. Namely, one of the highest high-ups from the Grand Lodge of England. Time flew right by. Either of us hardly felt it. It turns out, this man (old enough to be my grandfather, mind you) was a 33rd degree Freemason, an author, and quite accomplished inside and outside of the organisation. At the end of the conversation, he asked my name, and told me that I can find his email inside his books. And that I should email him. (A test, saying, “Does this kid have basic agency, is he worth my further investment of time and energy? Or is he just someone I had a nice chat with?”) On the path, you will often find potential-mentors shit testing you. They want to know if you are going to waste their time. To pass or fail, is a choice you get to make. Please, for the love of God. TALK TO MORE STRANGERS. Just do it. The excuses are good, so don’t listen to them. Mind your own business less. ASK. Namaste.

MY TIMING IS ALWAYS PERFECT

@DejaRu22 MY TIMING IS ALWAYS PERFECT

Repeat after me: MY TIMING IS ALWAYS PERFECT

YOU MUST CONTINUALLY SUBJECT YOURSELF TO GREATER AND GREATER LEVELS OF PRESSURE, STRESS & RESISTANCE. IT IS THE ONLY WAY TO ENSURE YOUR CONSTANT AND CONTINUAL EVOLUTION. CONSTANT EVOLUTION IS THE WAY. EVOLVE EVERY DAY.

Ignore the bullshit. Tune out the noise. Stay focused on what you’re manifesting.

Testing Mutuals like if you can see this post

Today: I am going to give you a task. Find. Energy. Multipliers. Whatever that looks like FOR YOU.

Remember this your whole life long: Whatever you can laugh at; loses its power over you.

@DejaRu22 This is the application of TERMINATE principles in *real* life

Says the guy , who got a visa to work in America And f×cked his bosses girl within a few days This guy got put on by people As soon as he made a little money , cut them off This guy is a piece of shit