The Mystical Man

When you're young, relationships don't mean anything. They're a waste of time. Focus on things that will actually matter in the long-run.

Rowling didn't meet her husband until she was 36. She focused on doing her work. Give your life room to breathe.

"Much like the hermetically sealed alchemist's crucible, which when heated transforms base material into fabulous riches, the King as Center and as Transforming Vessel changes unintegrated psychological contents into the gold of personal and potentially global creative transformation." - Moore & Gilette I wish I could have the four "Within Books" on my bookshelf. I don't understand why such amazing books are out of print. I hope they come back one day.

The coomer meme is the greatest meme ever created. It's the only meme that has the power to save your life.

How can the prisoner reach outside except by thrusting through the wall? To me, the wet dream is that wall, shoved near to me. Sometimes I think there’s naught beyond. But ’tis enough. It tasks me; it heaps me; I see in it outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the wet dream agent, or be the wet dream principal, I will wreak that hate upon it.

Very tragic either way. Dr. Moore was the best Jungian.

It's too bad that the "Within Books" are out of print: The King Within The Warrior Within The Magician Within The Lover Within I'm reading The King Within, and it's amazing.

Moore is blowing my mind: Very happy to have discovered this. There are many lectures on this channel: Matthew C. King - YouTube

"TRUE CHARACTER is revealed in the choices a human being makes under pressure—the greater the pressure, the deeper the revelation, the truer the choice to the character’s essential nature." - Robert McKee

Robert Moore is amazing. Very potent lecture. I'll listen to it again and take notes.

Douglas reminds me of Dr. Hawkins: I love senex energy.

I just finished the book. I love it. It's one of my favorites now. Very insightful and well-written. I like Douglass: "There's no way to meet in nothingness. We have to meet in somethingness, in a world. And what is more wonderful than meeting in a good way? Nothing." - Douglass Gilette

I'd recommend playing it first.

"Bellow, bid our father the sea king rise from the depths, full foul in his fury! Black waves, teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime. To choke ye! Engorging your organs, til ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more. Only when he, crowned in cockle shells, with slithering tentacle tail and steaming beard, take up his fell befitted arm, his coral-tined trident screaming banshee like in the tempest, and plunges right through your gullet. Bursting ye! A bloated bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now a nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to pick, and claw, and feed upon, only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself. Forgotten! To any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea. For any stuff or part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now, itself, the sea!" "I’m tired of your damn fool yarns and your Captain Ahab horseshit. You sound like a goddamn parody. Giving and nagging orders like a spinster schoolmarm, and all the while turning this station to the devil's own rum-hole. It’s all horseshit! Your leg, your sea life, all of it! And if I hear one more word of horseshit coming out of your foul, rotten toothed, smelly old mouth... Shut it! I ain’t finished yet! You think you’re so goddamn high and mighty just because you’re a goddamn lighthouse keeper? Well you ain’t a captain of no ship and you never was! You ain’t no general, you ain’t no copper, you ain’t the president, and you ain’t my father! And I’m sick of you acting like you is. Sick of your laugh, snoring, and your goddamn farts. Your goddamn... goddamn farts! You smell like piss. You smell like jism, like rotten dick. Like curdled foreskin. Like hot onions fucked a farmyard shithouse. I’m sick of your smell, I’m sick of it, I’m sick of it you goddamned drunk, you goddamned no account son of a bitch bastard liar! That’s what you are! You’re a goddamned drunkard, horseshitting, short, shit liar! A liar!”