Dinner in Sydney with my Dad and 2 of his friends.
One of those food complexes with a bunch of different restaurants. Thai. Indian. Nepalese. Chinese. But not Australian.
For some reason, “Australian” isn’t really a cuisine. If it was, it’d probably be steak, meat pies and lots of beer 🤷‍♂️
We find a table and then go off to order our food.
I get Thai chicken coconut laksa. “Tom Kah Gai” is the official name in Thailand. If you’ve never tried it, you need to go and order some right now. It’s great.
Soon I’m back at the table, talking with the others.
At first, it’s fine. Amicable. Friendly. Interesting.
But all of a sudden, I find myself getting angry. Angry with Dad’s friend.
He’s telling story about some Buddhist monk in the jungles of Thailand. Dude’s apparently got special powers. Interesting, right?
So I ask questions. Tell me more bro!
But he doesn’t.
That’s when I find myself getting mad.
At first, I think it’s me. I think, hey, maybe I’m projecting. Maybe I’ve just gotten triggered. Yeah. That’s it. It can’t be him. It’s obviously me.
But then something clicks.
The anger is a warning sign. A red flag.
My body was telling me to pay attention because this dude is fucking with me… and not in a nice way. In a manipulative, narcissistic, let-me-suck-your-energy-dry kind of way.
It was his story. A big fancy story about a monk with powers, designed to draw me in and get me asking questions. But when I asked for more information, he pulled back and told me I wasn’t ready for the truth about this monk.
He wanted to get my attention… then make me feel like I’m not good enough. That I have to kiss his ass to deserve it. He then gets a kick out of all the attention I shower on him.
Narcissistic mind games, in other words.
I used to fall for this shit – but not anymore.
It’s mostly thanks to the tools and techniques inside Rageheart.
That’s the beautiful thing about getting into your body.
You start hearing your body’s signals. Its wisdom.
It’s an interesting thing, the wisdom of the body. In the story above, my body knew something was wrong before my mind did. I felt it before I thought it.
That’s what’s so great about the body.
The mind is a powerful tool. An essential tool.
But it’s not the be-all-end-all.
When it comes to subtle manipulations like what I described above, the body is a far more useful tool.
Maybe the story above seems fairly mild to you. Not such a big deal. No different from what happens at dinner with most families in most places.
And you’d be right.
But it’s just an example. A fairly tame example.
Sometimes it’s not so innocuous and mild.
Take cults, for example. They suck people in with similar mind games and some unfortunate souls lose decades of their lives to the cult. Not only that, if they ever end up leaving the cult, they’re a shell of their former selves.
Or take dating and relationships. You could spend years or decades of your life with an asshole, all because you didn’t know how to detect manipulations and mind games. All because you blamed yourself and thought you were projecting. All because you didn’t trust yourself.
That’s where Rageheart comes in.
Like I said, Rageheart teaches you how to hear the messages and the wisdom of your body – just like I did that day in Sydney.
Who knows?
One of those messages may save your life one day.
Or if not your life, then at least years or decades of time that you can’t get back.
The stakes are high.
Don’t be taken unaware.
Sign up to Rageheart and unleash the beast inside you so that no one can fuck with you ever again.
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Cheers,
John Wood