Exiting Hell weekly workshop

Like walk­ing a tightrope, exit­ing Hell is a bal­anc­ing act. The bal­ance is between accept­ing the cir­cum­stances of our own cus­tomized hell, and bust­ing the right moves out. Para­dox­i­cal­ly, pulling out of the Chi­nese fin­ger-trap of the trau­ma-gen­er­at­ed mind ID can only hap­pen from a place of rad­i­cal accep­tance (of self and world). 
Every map is a trap if it does not lead us through and out of the ter­ri­to­ry. There are no maps of heav­en, or to heav­en. Heav­en accepts no sub­sti­tutes so a map of Heav­en would have to be as large as the ter­ri­to­ry: infi­nite. But the good news is every­thing out­side of our mind-gen­er­at­ed hell-world is infi­nite, a par­adise regained just for the ask­ing. All it requires is suf­fi­cient dis­tance between our­selves and our mind-map­s/­mind-traps, so we no longer iden­ti­fy with a lone­ly life of self-absorp­tion, that is the false ID’s piss & vine­gar diet.
As dis­cussed in a recent Lim­i­nal­ist pod­cast (26 min mark), every body has a nat­ur­al, innate repul­sion for every­thing that is anti-life. If we let our­selves respond unashamed­ly to that nat­ur­al repul­sion, it will gen­tly push us away from Hell, and into the grav­i­ta­tion­al pull of Heav­en, or at least Earth/Nature. This is why see­ing the actu­al con­fig­u­ra­tion of our social real­i­ty, in 2021, as being fun­da­men­tal­ly anti-life and malev­o­lent, is nec­es­sary to mak­ing sense of our world. And only by mak­ing sense of things can we start to under­stand our options, choose what is opti­mal to our life force, and find our way back to whole­ness and happiness. 
To the unini­ti­at­ed, this may seem para­dox­i­cal: the more ful­ly we let our­selves “live in hell” (see that we already do), the deep­er we go in, the clos­er we get to the exit. This is the oppo­site of most pseu­do-spir­i­tu­al, affir­ma­tion mod­els, that stress focus­ing on the pos­i­tive. The prob­lem with this approach is that the things our false iden­ti­ty con­sid­ers pos­i­tive are, more often than not, the shack­les that keep us bound in hell. We choose a dis­so­ci­at­ed life of men­tal self-grat­i­fi­ca­tion, at the cost of our deep­er, psy­cho­so­mat­ic life.
At a pyscho­so­mat­ic lev­el, it is com­mon sense to focus on the neg­a­tive in order to aug­ment the pos­i­tive. We can’t get our vehi­cle out of the mud with­out address­ing the ways it is stuck there. Oth­er­wise, we end up spin­ning your wheels, wear­ing out our engines, and sink­ing deep­er and deep­er into the mud. It is not mind over mat­ter that will save us, but mind that sur­ren­ders to the laws of Mat­ter, the body, which are in har­mo­ny with the Spirit.
Of course there is more to lib­er­a­tion than the repul­sion of being com­plic­it with evil. There is also the pow­er of attrac­tion to pro­vide the trac­tion we need to escape Hell. The main ele­ments of at-trac­tion are dis­cussed here, but sim­ply stat­ed, they are Nature (good food, air, water, etc) and Com­mu­ni­ty, which entails inter­act­ing as much as pos­si­ble with kin­dred souls with an affin­i­ty for Infinity. 
The aim of the E.S.E.T work­shop is 1) to pro­vide tools for sense-mak­ing in an increas­ing­ly deranged and debased social land­scape, and there­by make the nec­es­sary moves towards whole­ness and well-being; and 2) to con­nect to oth­er souls on this same jour­ney, and there­by increase your access to a res­o­nant field of good­ness, love, and purpose. 
The work­shop if it hap­pens will be week­ly (three-hour meet­ings once a week). It will com­mence when­ev­er there are enough com­mit­ted reg­is­trants and con­tin­ue like­wise, as long as there is inter­est. A like­ly dura­tion is from 6–8 weeks. Reg­u­lar atten­dants of Affin­i­ty Groups will have free access to the work­shop. There will also be “schol­ar­ships” (free spots) for inter­est­ed par­ties with spe­cial gifts, who are like­ly to bring par­tic­u­lar val­ue to the meet­ings. If you feel you qual­i­fy, don’t hold back and con­tact me direct­ly, at jasun at pro­ton mail dot com. 
Sign-up for the ESET work­shop by trans­fer­ring funds to my Wise account (email me for details), buy­ing me Oshana cred­its, or via PP, below:
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  1. What the heck? I was look­ing at maps of hell today because Dante (which had been on my mind because my hell is so pre­dictable it’s fun­ny) came up while study­ing schol­ar­ly arti­cles on North Senti­nalese in this amaz­ing book https://link.springer.com/book/10.1007/978–3‑030–64526‑7 (pp 851–859
    The Last Island) because I am irri­tat­ed by notions of spir­i­tu­al evo­lu­tion which depict what I feel nat­ur­al con­nec­tion to as less­er and pre­vent me from approach­ing or absorb­ing any relat­ed mate­r­i­al which might tru­ly ben­e­fit. I end­ed up on your page lat­er by googling “HR Giger, Rudolph Stein­er” which has noth­ing to do with hell maps or North Sen­tine­lese (who accord­ing to some research­es had pub­lic sex to keep out intruders…seems advanced and inter­est­ing) but Stein­er talks about this evo­lu­tion so I can’t read his work but then when I come across his quotes I feel like he knows me specif­i­cal­ly. I was think­ing about evan­ge­lism and every eye shall see, like the dis­man­tling of the last strong­holds isn’t an acci­dent of course. Then I could­n’t stop think­ing of the Alien movies and jump­ing into the molten ore because the par­a­site or heart worms are help­ing me cre­ate hell and also want me done and also I was think­ing of Chris­t­ian imagery and how that is also pre­vent­ing me from approach­ing cer­tain authors or accept­ing their knowl­edge because it seems to cre­ate as many prob­lems or more through the imagery and word, actu­al­ly cre­at­ing the prob­lems claimed to be solved in the name of solv­ing. Too much blood. And I also think of the Matrix and the Alien Moth­er in film and what I see play­ing out on every stage and how the moth­er is viewed, how I am there­fore treat­ed and I end­ed up on your page here: https://auticulture.com/blog/2013/04/03/1565/ which kind of broke my numb heart because as a women strug­gling with back­lash of Jor­dan Peter­son and Michael Tsar­i­on con­fronting moth­er issues it real­ly hurts like there is no relief from being hat­ed right now because per­sons who dis­cuss sub­jects which inter­est me are pre­dom­i­nant­ly male. But I can’t speak. But I see how men are being hat­ed every­where on pur­pose to like push them into cor­ners and stoke them into berserk rage. It’s very cir­cu­lar. I was think­ing of Jeff Bezos cut­ting apron springs with his Penis ship. This week I think about cru­ci­fy­ing Venus or the dove, or moth­er flesh. I see the future is not androg­y­nous but just android. And I don’t want to live here. But I can’t sign off because I know it is my duty to fin­ish what I start­ed and end­ing does­n’t end. I argue with every­one because it all seems wrong, but I know that I am not right or well. Any­how, I link to your updat­ed page… what a dif­fer­ence 8 years makes… we see the world (ide­al­ly) the same. Or now you sound like I did before I real­ized I was­n’t fit to leave hell or it isn’t about to let me go. You are well and I am not. And I lost the feel­ings that allowed me to con­nect. What you dis­cov­ered about nature I already knew and felt, per­ceived. But now I am too lost in hell to feel or per­ceive any­thing pos­i­tive. My dreams have lost the mag­i­cal qual­i­ty. Expe­ri­ences stopped, well the pos­i­tive ones. Now it’s only me and my hell. I am repeat­ing loops and chok­ing in the rever­ber­a­tions of the past and maybe the future, it’s all blend­ing togeth­er and fold­ing inward. I am limp­ing, can bare­ly see, bare­ly think. I am cyn­i­cal, bit­ter, angry, full of grief and devoid of hope. My heart is hard­er than I knew pos­si­ble and I can’t live with­out it. I stopped real­ly liv­ing a while ago, stopped try­ing because I know what to expect with forces beyond me but not how to change so that I might meet some­thing dif­fer­ent or rise above. I am on my last leg. I want out of my hell. I was lit­er­al­ly fight­ing fires in Mon­tana. The fire was fine, but my hell found me through the peo­ple. Your fears about women 8 years ago are like my fears about men now. So you made peace with this moth­er, but I find no peace with any fathers. I am not sure how much is a Euro but you are not charg­ing very much to be a fer­ri­er. Is that still a thing? Are you offer­ing pas­sage? You can lead a bro­ken night mare horse to water?

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