Vitality Medicine

A guided med to reinfuse what is already inside. Awaken that tiger spirit. Potentiate the drive—that sight. Administer the treatment. The recipe is your heightened autonomy. Your trailblazing fortitude. Get in there. Unblock it. Unlock it. Use it.

Transcript

Put yourself in a comfortable place, Free from distraction. You can close your eyes, Dim the lights, Draw the curtains, Close the doors, Shield your worries, Table your concerns, Shelve your expectations. Let go of the ego. Drop it off at the nearest corner. Be back in 20 to pick it up. Breathe. Breathe. Whatever this means to you, Thin breaths through the lips. Be consistent. Feel the air draw in, Rolling off the tongue and under the palate. On the inhale, Flowing under and through the lips. On the exhale, Like a soft gate. Allowing in, Allowing out. This is your right to breathe. This is free. You pay nothing for this gift. It's a gift to breathe. This is yours. It brings you back to wisdom, Teleports you to the divine home, Makes a believer out of you. Breathe. All the time. Breathe. So ancient and at the core of vitality in any meditation, Sport, Birth, And death. Breathe. We're going to take a journey far away where there are no buildings, No tech products, No money transactions, No psychological studies, No buyer reviews. None of this. None of this human invention. We want to go way back. Breathe back. This is the technology that is truly endemic to you. You, The faculty of breathing. Focus on that flow, The Zazen of it all. No attachment. The point where your inhale becomes your exhale. Can you get in between that? Wordless, Undefinable as we know it. The feeling of aliveness, Of deep serenity, So profound. You can be okay to leave right now and stay there. The white tunnel of universal, All-encompassing of the world that exists on the back of a leaf, The veins, The feather-like paradox of everything you needed to know, Fashioned in a nonsensical moment of recognition, A memory, A laugh to oneself, A reflection, A reflection or epiphany, The effortless attainment of a life complete. It means no more gratuitous checklists. What you get done, You get done. It involves acknowledging your pilgrimage. You made it. Do you fully understand this? You have lived the accumulation of all you have done as an infant, As a child, As a child, As a teen, Your firsts, Your lasts, Your fights, Your recoveries. You did this. You rivaled the odds. You rectified the sickness, Overcame the pain, Raised the vibration, Reinvented your persona, Made the necessary adjustments, Listened well, Ignored the rest, Brought yourself to insight, Weighed the options. This, Your faculty of choice. Keep breathing. Your right to breathe, Your ability, Your strength, Your vital energy. Your will to be alive, Your decision to live it. You are alive right now. You are alive. You have selected this, Even if passively. There is autonomy in your drive to live. Your physical entryway into the celestial, Into the pre-primitive, Into the soul. That's what we're really talking about. This is the real deal. This is heart. This is the foundation. This is who you are. The nameless, The mighty, The weightless, The transcended. You exist on the plane of supreme and isolated designation. This space is exclusively dedicated to you. No one else. You are out here alone. I'm just a sound, Just a signpost, A direction pointer. This is sensation, Breathing still, Knowing you exist alone right here, Swimming in the timeless energy of everything. Whatever the algorithm, The mandala, The karmic circle, The inexplicable to our human mind, It is still a conceivable entity on a level that rudimentary or complex explaining would instantly fall flat. But you know it deep in the pulse, In the breathing that is being done. Are you breathed or are you doing the breathing? What is outside of you breathing you when you do not actively breathe? Is it the autonomic nervous system or something else so astronomical, A phenomenon that deserves its seat in the heavens, The region where you feel secure, Where you feel vitality, Where you are one of the greats, The perfect specimen, The wandering Bedouin that has carried this soul for ages and has had timeless transformations, Separations from body, From mind, From loved ones, From beauty, From pain, From nature? You embody the mechanics of nature, The oneness of its technology, Its information, Its grace, Its elevation, Its intelligence, Its generosity, Its love, Its guidance, Its need for you to admire its magnificence and take hold of the gift that is your consciousness, The dwelling of the immortal, The sadness of perfection, Of raw, Unadulterated flawlessness that is you, That is you, The you without the descriptor, Your determination to continue to keep this climb, This expedition, The brave, The brave, Relentless, The firm oath that you will never split from your being. You are always you. You have worn many masks, Found the path, Deviated, Cursed it, And praised it, But make no mistake about it. You have always been where you should be. You just may have never known it or forgotten it for a moment or wanted to forget it or sooner or later to accept and adopt and birth your unfathomable power, A power not of the conquered lands, Nor the defeated foes or the ascetic mastery, But the identity of self, Of true and living self, But the ultimate self-identity, The final seeing of what has been chased for so long, What has been sitting in plain sight, The simplicity your breath has catalyzed it. You are gentle, Yet ferocious, Calm, Yet storm-like. In this repose, You sit in your mightiest, Your own throne with no one to adhere to, No one to pay homage to, But your own immaculate, Individually categorical excellence. No blasphemy, No human constructs, No guilt, No repercussions, No mind meanderings, Only solo embodiment of awakening without the trappings of physical limits, Essentially limitless, All-knowing, Wordless, All-giving, Nameless. Live in this presence, Absorb it, Feed from it like umbilical nourishment, And note that this is always, Always has, Always will. When you land back into the material, The trite, The drama-laden, The situational, The familial, The orchestrated, The distraction-laden, The political, The confrontational, The undesirable, The stressful, The confusing, And all-consuming, Know that you have fed off of the fruits of divinity, Your divinity, Your highest, Deepest, Farthest reaching, And that whoever you represent in this current incarnation, They will have to take a lesson or two from the journeyer that has just touched down, From the planes that are sealed in sacred books. You are an unlimited fount of vigor, Vitality, For days, Aeons. Breathe out, Breathe in. The mystique has been decoded, The fallacies deconstructed. Your energy is magnificent. Move into your next moments with clean, Pure, Vital conviction, Vitality.