posted on Aug, 29 2015 @ 06:06 PM
You see them practically everywhere you go.
And they're always staring back at you in public.
I'm talking--of course--about names. And I'm referring specifically towards the names on the back of sports jerseys.
Because it seems like every time you walk into public, you see at least one grown man or woman who paid good money for the privilege of wearing
someone else's name on their back.
This boggles me. It baffles and confuses.
And it should perplex you also.
Energy transfer is a real phenomenon, and it occurs whenever you focus your mental capacities in a specific direction. Whatever you mull over or
ponder idly or obsess about is receiving a psychic influx of your biokinetic potential. It occurs whether the thought is random or intentional,
whether the fixation is subtle or intense.
And during the time you spend fixated upon another, they're collecting the full possible amount of your psychic potential--because the brain is a
single-core processor, and during the time you're thinking about them you're not thinking about anything else.
So quite literally, obsessing over others is throwing your life and energy away.
Because that energy will be gone forever.
And that time you're not getting back.
That process occurs most overtly when people wear jerseys supporting their favorite teams and players. But it also occurs in various other ways:
Bumper stickers and other nonsense supporting politicians, familiar product insignia like the logos for nike or adidas, symbols or names of
corporations--all of these assorted items we don willingly.
And all of those assorted idols we unknowingly worship with our money, our time, our energy, and our lives.
Adorning yourself with the name or symbol of another is like emblazoning yourself with a giant psychic billboard that drains the time and energy and
attention of all those obsessed with that cause. It helps none but the individuals and the organizations depicted.
And it certainly doesn't benefit you. Because for that supposed privilege you willingly shell out your hard-earned cash--and that's another
Because that money you invested in another, you could've put towards yourself.
Instead of spending forty or sixty or eighty or a hundred dollars on a shirt with some other guy's name stitched on the back of it, you could've
taken that money and invested it in yourself. You could've purchased books on philosophy to make you smarter or tomes about social engineering to
make you more resilient unto the constant inundation in social psychology we face on a daily basis.
You could've bought a program teaching you a foreign language.
You could've started saving towards a dream adventure.
Or you could've just held onto it for an early retirement.
With that money you could've done a trillion things other than buying a shirt venerating someone who throws or catches a ball for a living. You
could've taken countless steps towards bettering your situation.
And you could've put that psychic energy to use improving yourself in far deeper ways.
I used to work for a top bank, and in my department was a guy who knew everything about sports--literally everything. Off the top of his head he could
quote you statistics for players going back into their college careers. It was seriously impressive.
And seriously disturbing. Because as we got to know each other I learned he (1) hated his job, and (2) had a passing interest in quantum physics.
So one day I casually mentioned, "You know, if you reallocated all the time you spend obsessing over sports into quantum physics, by now you'd be a
And that's a painfully true lesson applicable towards far too many. Instead of obsessing over false idols like athletes and celebrities and
politicians and pundits, you could be thinking about anything else in the world.
You could be pondering metaphysical questions about your life.
You could be plotting a path towards self-improvement.
You could be laboring en route to spiritually evolve.
In short, in lieu of wasting psychic energy on people who don't care one whit about you--people who don't give the slightest care about your
problems or life--you could be putting that energy towards helping the only person who plays the starring role in your existence: You.
So really: Sell the jerseys, discard the icons, stop worshiping the false idols. Forget the sports teams, the athletes, the celebrities, the
Take back your time, your money, your mind, and your power.
Then reallocate all those resources unto a greater cause.
I know, I get it--regardless whether the stage is athletics or politics or something else, it's exciting when your favorite team or player does
But those teams don't care about you. Those players don't give a poo whether you live or die.
So shouldn't you put your time and energy into a cause that truly matters?
If you're going to waste your money on a jersey, buy one with your own name stitched upon it.
If you're going to spent your energy rooting for anyone, spent it rooting for yourself.