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UNWORLDING... the art form formerly known as 'out of body experience,' 'astral travel,' 'lucid dreaming,' 'phasing,' 'the quick switch,' etc.



Our addictions ground us.

      --Tibetan Buddhist guru who died young from boozing and womanizing

Wouldn't it be kinda silly if anything in the human world existed for no particular reason? Like addictions and bad habits and stuff like that?

As for the above quote, who the hell wants to be grounded?

Unworlders are unique amongst the strivers in the so-called spiritual community in the sense that they don't want to sit around being calm and experiencing the Moment and being ecstatic for no particular reason. They want to be ecstatic because they got unworlded last night three times and they think they'll be able to get unworlded again tonight, maybe four times. That's what we unworlders live for. Grounded? That's for the birds.

But getting back to things that exist for no obvious reason, there is a good reason for bad habits to exist. So I'd rather not call them 'bad habits'. And 'addictions' sounds pretty bad too. These terms convey preconceived generalizations and judgments. We'll take on this topic with a cleaner slate by using fresh terminology, and that terminology is the Frawmbickle vs. Frumbessle dichotomy.

To Frawmbickle  is to do something you don't usually do, and to Frumbessle  is to do something because it is what you usually do. 'Frumbessle' is a less judgmental way to say 'bad habit' and 'Frawmbickle' has no popular equivalent in our society, but 'positive addiction' is about as close as you can get. That's the name of a book I almost checked out of the Library about a hundred times, and when I finally got bored or desperate enough to try and read it, the damn book was telling me I had to go jogging or something and keep at it till I got addicted to it.

Jogging! I hate jogging and it ruins my knees. I finally discovered the Buzz Breath, finally managed to get addicted to it for a month, and have been trying to get re-addicted to it lo these many decades since. I'm happy to report that I'm making enough progress that some of my more interesting dreams lately have been about breathing under water, light bulbs in space ships that blow out air when the ship gets up enough thrust to achieve escape velocity, and stuff like that.

You may have read the quote from Castaneda that goes something like this: Stopping the internal dialog is the core of unworlding. Everything else is just padding.  We're gonna look into that until we find a kernel of something inside the internal dialog that keeps it active as a monkey in a banana factory. As an inventor rather than a scientist, I'll start with the assumption that my solution works, and work backwards from that assumption till I arrive at a hypothetically functional machine which can be tested. That's the opposite of how scientists do things: starting with a hypothesis that will interest enough people to get them funding for a large study that will involve a team of paid fellow scientists and hundreds of slavish graduate students.

That's why scientists mostly go off on immaterial tangents accomplishing nothing useful while managing to pay their rent, while inventors, who hate teamwork, live in their mothers' basements and write blogs about how right they are but no one will listen to them. That's what's so great about the internet. Before there were blogs, inventors used to write their congressmen and sue congressional committees for failing to adopt their designs, but now the internet has nipped all that nonsense in the bud while making lone voices in the wilderness think they're reaching the Whole Wide World so scientists no longer have any competition from inventors and congress can get on with the serious business of funding the rich.

Assuming that Blaffinveigle (stopping the internal dialog) is the core skill needed to get unworlded, how would eschewing Frumbessly acts play into that scenario?


If you've ever tried to kick one single habit, you may have noticed that it's possible. If you've ever tried to perfect yourself, that is, kick all your habits at once, you may have noticed that it's impossible, to the extent that the more sure you are that you've succeeded in doing it, the more you're gonna feel like a failure when you flop and the rubber band effect brings all your supposedly given-up habits right back home where they belong. Moral of the story: change one habit at a time.

Why? Because all our habits exist for a reason, they fulfill some need, so if you adjust A you have to adjust B to compensate. So if you adjust A, B, and C, you have to adjust Q, X and Y to compensate. The personality is a machine and if you prevent it from running the way it's accustomed, you're throwing a wrench into the works and it will break. Therefore: change A and A alone till the machine appears to have compensatingly adjusted B to its liking and everything seems stable. It can take many attempts over a period of many years to change one truly tenacious habit. Frumbessling is easy, while using up all our energy and leaving a path of death and destruction in its wake. Frawmbickling is hard, uses the same energy, and when we're done learning something, what's left over is a skill that's worth something. All that hard work and energy invested in Frawmbickling is recoverable in a way. Whereas the hard work invested in Frumbessling generally has to be cleaned up by whoever survives the havoc it wreaks.

This brings us to the importance of the Default Thought, the kernel of something that lives in the core of the internal dialog and makes life suck. Our Default Thought changes from time to time, depending on the circumstances. For example, when my brother-in-law snuck up on me in the dark and smashed my teeth out, disfiguring me for life, my Default Thought for months was, "KILL." It didn't take years to overcome this default thought, since all I lost was four perfectly good teeth and a lot of money at the dentist office, but it did take many months before I could stop thinking "KILL" about half the day. I still won't let my wife mention his name if I'm trying to eat or sleep or anything else that's supposed to be pleasurable. Yesterday I forced myself to play basketball in front of his house for the first time in almost two years. Sometimes I can walk past his house now without revenge fantasies popping into my head. Default Thought. Learn to recognize it, and stay away from my brother-in-law.

Then there was a time when my Default Thought was "Bernie not Hillary". To get rid of this one I spent two weeks deleting every political comment I'd ever made on Facebook, thereby drawing a line in the sand. I've never posted political since. I stopped looking at headlines when Trump was elected and when the world ends next time around, it will take me completely by surprise because I am delightfully uninformed. Maybe when Trump dies I'll read one of the many books that will be written about the phenomenon of his life and presidency. If the book is free. "Vote for X" is no longer my Default Thought. The world is supposed to be full of craziness because the world is a mental institution, and the solution is not to turn the nuthouse into a fruit farm, but to move out.

Currently it's still Facebook addiction that's plaguing me, but since I live in Asia, 9000 miles from a decent conversation in English, I have to give myself credit for trying. At least I contrived and connived to get onto a halfway decent group that's about unworlding and I seldom post anything anywhere else. But I still have a Default Thought: I find myself constantly worrying about what I posted, what others posted in response, who liked or didn't like, it's all a bunch of garbage but it's 90% of my social life outside of interacting with my wife and child. Well I wouldn't call interacting with my wife a form of socializing; more like a form of self-defense. But I do notice that most of my internal dialog these days--when I'm getting along well with my wife--is about Facebook posts. Which I find intensely annoying. But it could be a lot worse.

Speaking of worse--I mean real Frumbessly stuff--let's say I was addicted to eating donuts. Let's say I must eat them by the box and I must do this daily. Fortunately this is not the case, but let's pretend.

If this were the case, I'd be thinking about boxes of donuts all the time. It would be my Default Thought.

How does this relate to unworlding? Let's say I go to bed an hour early or lie down during the day or after meditating at 3 a.m. or recording a dream or whatever, and I plan to do the SlamDunk technique and experience getting unworlded directly and with relative ease, simply by dissolving the Meat Body and reconstituting an Air Body. Sounds easy, right?

But all I can think about is boxes of donuts.

In which case, good luck getting unworlded, and as for my less lucid dreams, good luck having them not be about boxes of donuts. See what I mean? This is true of all habits. If you Frawmbickle, you'll have Frawmbickly dreams. If you Frumbessle, you'll have Frumbessly dreams. If you do both, you'll have both kinds of dreams.

Unworlders who actually plan on getting unworlded are kinda picky about what kind of dreams they hope to have. This is just the way they are.

So we now come to the part about what's so great about Frumbessledom in general. What bad habits are good for.

Because I must overcome this single habit of eating multiple boxes of donuts per day before I can get on with my life or my unworlding re-education, I learn that what I must absolutely do above all other strategies for successfully kicking a habit is to never have a conversation with myself about donuts . Ever. The better I'm able to never talk to myself about donuts, the fewer donuts I will eat, the fewer and shorter my relapses and binges will be, and the sooner I can look up into the clear blue sky and say, "I have truly kicked the donut habit, and I am now ready to take on the chocolate marshmallow bunny rabbits."

It does in fact boil down to the internal dialog. Everything does. When I quit smoking cigarettes it was because I refused to discuss it with myself or with any of my internal voices. End of conversation. Period.

It took twenty-five years and hundreds of failed attempts to become aware that I knew exactly how to accomplish this single habit change, but that was fifteen years ago and it stuck. Today I can stand next to someone who's smoking a cigarette and breathe his fumes and like the smell, without having any desire to pick up a cigarette and take a drag. Urges don't affect me any more because I'm positively addicted to ignoring them. When I quit A, my innards adjusted B somewhere and it worked.

So here's the mechanism that this boils down to.

We have to give up some habits to get reliably unworlded at will. This is because some habits consume us; they become our Default Thought, when we should have a Default Thought more along the lines of "I will fly to the moon tonight" or "I will meet my higher self tonight". I'm not talking about "getting spiritual" because we're already 100% spiritual, and I'm not talking about any goody-two-shoes moralistic horseshit like "feeling better" or "doing your best". I'm talking about getting a skill learned. You cannot learn how to run an electric saw with both thumbs up your butt. And if you only have one thumb up your butt you'll probably cut the other one off. So these things take focus and concentration. There's effort involved. If we could learn it all in a few months, then our beginners' enthusiasm would carry us through to the finish line. But it takes most people years to get good at getting unworlded at will, so you need more than beginner's luck and a solid case of obsession. You have to really care, enough to make some sacrifices. The boxes of donuts and the chocolate bunny rabbits will have to go. You don't have to perfect yourself. But...

The Default Thought does not go away by itself. You have to push it out, over and over. You have to replace it with silence or a less undesirable thought. You have to say "Nubberzuck! I want what I have! Not what you nasty cloying Idiossifying voices want me to have." You have to kick the Default Thought. If you can do that, the habit is already gone. Cigarettes taste bad, hangovers suck, liver and kidney failure sucks, and chocolate bunny rabbits aren't all they're made out to be. Not up against the freedom of really experiencing infinity in the Unworld, right?

The effort required to overcome even one Default Thought is the same self-discipline required to lie down and not think about junk that keeps you from relaxing and getting unworlded. So the reason Frumbessling is awesomely productive for an unworlder--if you bother to struggle against it unemotionally --is that when you laboriously learn how to stop doing something that eats up your time, Attention and energy, you'll have better dreams about more interesting stuff and it will be awesome and you will make the connection yourself by way of your own effort and your own experience. The process of overcoming tenacious Frumbessly habits is a unique part of the human form that, all by itself, when you get serious about it and make sure you are actually going to succeed, will make you a potentially tenacious unworlder.

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