Kindness
Broke free from Moscow and the energy came back. Recently had a truly fateful dive trip to Dubai and the universe’s printer sealed it again. This past week we’ve been hanging with friends, went to Phi Phi over the weekend. Danced in Phuket yesterday. We keep learning about life from those who have something to teach, and we talked through absolutely everything about ourselves. Fell in love all over again.
In Arrival, people try to make contact with aliens. Anya and I joked: when you say “I love you” in Heptapod, you can’t tell who loves whom. They speak and write in both directions.
Every moment is the last. Every day. While we leak our thoughts into the past or some foggy future, our character keeps living a perpetual today on loop. Groundhog Day. And then you start noticing how the day only gets better. And since we’re here to have a good time, you slowly start having one.
And it turns out that on every level of joy there are people just like you. Who outgrew “I’m okay, you’re not.” Who enjoy hanging out just as much. And they attract others higher up. And I’m like — not bad. Let me drop some weight from my soul. And you float up.
I’m lucky — I’m wired well in the head, I think everything through. After all, everything that exists is the life of my character. By resonating on the right vibe, I felt something that had been in the way for a long time just fall off. Stuff keeps accumulating on the windshield and you stop noticing fast. Those last bits of grime finally flew off. Though I thought I was already free enough! You only understand when something unnecessary dissolves forever.
The latest skill I picked up in freediving is when something seems insane, you just relax your mind and fall through it. And it vanishes. You can think without narrating thoughts and imagining pictures. Think without words, before words.
The best dive happens when you’re not thinking at all. No thoughts. Diving, you leave the character on the surface and descend from his world into yourself. You disconnect from the mind’s prompter. It’s a mushroom trip and samadhi.
And here I am, friends with people who calmly hold their breath for around ten minutes and dive dozens — even a hundred — meters in total relaxation. Who reach out their hand to me. Just like I do.
What’s good doesn’t just seem that way — the rest simply doesn’t exist, it’s background for events. When I understood I could choose, interesting branches of the storyline started playing out. The universe prints full speed, events just come one after another. The more you resist, the more you delay what comes next. The film buckles and jams.
I’m being pulled into a new life that I made up myself. And these people read my thoughts. In Moscow I discovered dKV — deconcentration of attention. Molchanov. Instructor. Every weekend we dive, I’m bringing more friends to try. Next weekend — friendly breath-hold competitions. We’ll trade techniques. I made all this up. And they’re calling me upward.
Next project — a party at Deep Week. And we go all out because we hang with people just like us. And this is my life! And these are my friends! Anything is possible!
The universe acts through other people. Be kinder.
And we’re the nicest kids in town!
PS. https://freedivingfamily.com/deep-week-thailand