NOTE BY NANCY: As an esoteric astrologer, I found this personal story to exemplify the fallacy of 3rd dimensional thinking. Each individual incarnated on this planet was born carrying a Soul Purpose—stating WHY our Spiritual Guides allowed us to incarnate on this planet. Studying many astrological natal charts reveals evidence of our individual uniqueness. We each are a vital Part of the Whole Divine Plan. When we F*ck Up as this young man did, our role in the Divine Plan is not fulfilled. We, and others, suffer as a result.
One of the ways 3rd dimensional consciousness controls us is to convince us to accept being a debt slave as “that’s life … accept it!” One way by which we are controlled is to become an organizational man/woman–“You give us your life and talents and we will give you a big salary.” This young man buying into this 3rd dimensional mind control technique reveals what happens to the individual and his/her family.
Our Mother/Father God created EACH OF US as multi-dimensional beings. To attempt to ignore our Soul Purpose, our dreams and passions, is to experience what this young man did—inner death. When we ignore our Soul Purpose, we end up with no REAL Purpose. We and others suffer as a result.
I encourage all of us to rise above the 3rd dimensional consciousness of accepting the role of debt slave forced upon us and to, instead, concentrate on the guidance from our Soul—our divinely designated role within the Divine Plan for each Part of the Whole! If you’ve ever knitted, you know that just one dropped stitch can result in the entire knitted object unraveling. WE ARE ONE & WHAT YOU AND I DO MATTERS!
Posted on November 23, 2014
“Today I F*cked Up” John Jerryson-
Earlier this month, 46-year-old John Jerryson posted on the Reddit forum Today I F*cked Up a story recounting how he wasted his life by pursing his comfort over his passions when he was in his 20s. The man’s story is a great reminder of how what society sees as the best options in life are typically the most self-destructive.
Editors note: Post is unedited to preserve authenticity.
Hi, I my name’s John. I’ve been lurking for a while, but I’ve finally made an account to post this. I need to get my life off my chest. About me. I’m a 46 year old banker and I have been living my whole life the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for everything, which eventually changed who I was.
Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I realised I missed my father’s funeral FOR NOTHING. I didn’t complete my novel, travelling the world, helping the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a certainty about myself when i was in my late teens and early twenties. If my younger self had met me today, I would have punched myself in the face. I’ll get to how those dreams were crushed soon.
Let’s start with a description of me when I was 20. It seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to change the world. People loved me, and I loved people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk-taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second, was travelling the world and helping the poor and homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel loved. I knew my book was going to change the world. I would show the perspective of the ‘bad’ and the ‘twisted’, showing my viewers that everybody thinks differently, that people never think what the do is wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20. I am still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking around New Zealand and the Phillipines. I planned to do all of Asia, then Europe, then America (I live in Australia by the way). To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the Phillipines.
Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be stable. I needed to take that graduate job, which would dictate my whole life. To devote my entire life in a 9-7 job. What was I thinking? How could I live, when the job was my life? After coming home, I would eat dinner, prepare my work for the following day, and sleep at 10pm, to wake up at 6am the following day. God, I can’t remember the last time I’ve made love to my wife.
Yesterday, my wife admitted to cheating on me for the last 10 years. 10 years. That seems like a long time, but i can’t comprehend it. It doesn’t even hurt. She says it’s because I’ve changed. I’m not the person I was. What have I been doing in the last 10 years? Outside of work, I really can’t say anything. Not being a proper husband. Not being ME. Who am I? What happened to me? I didn’t even ask for a divorce, or yell at her, or cry. I felt NOTHING. Now I can feel a tear as I write this. But not because my wife has been cheating on me, but because I am now realising I have been dying inside. What happened to that fun-loving, risk-taking, energetic person that was me, hungering to change the world? I remember being asked on a date by the most popular girl in the school, but declining her for my now-wife. God, I was really popular with the girls in high school. In university/college too. But i stayed loyal. I didn’t explore. I studied everyday.
Remember all that backpacking and book-writing I told you about? That was all in the first few years of college. I worked part-time and splurged all that I had earned. Now, I save every penny. I don’t remember a time I spend anything on anything fun. On anything for myself. What do I even want now?
My father passed ten years ago. I remember getting calls from mom, telling me he was getting sicker and sicker. I was getting busier and busier, on the verge of a big promotion. I kept putting my visit off, hoping in my mind he would hold on. He died, and I got my promotion. I haven’t seen him in 15 years. When he died, I told myself it didn’t matter what I didn’t see him. Being an atheist, I rationalized that being dead, it wouldn’t matter anyway. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Rationalizing everything, making excuses to put things off. Excuses. Procrastination. It all leads to one thing, nothing. I rationalized that financial security was the most important thing. I now know, that it definitely is not. I regret doing nothing with my energy, when I had it. My passions. My youth. I regret letting my job take over my life. I regret being an awful husband, a money-making machine. I regret not finishing my novel, not travelling the world. Not being emotionally there for my son. Being a damn emotionless wallet.
If you’re reading this, and you have a whole life ahead of you, please. Don’t procrastinate. Don’t leave your dreams for later. Relish in your energy, your passions. Don’t stay on the internet with all your spare time (unless your passion needs it). Please, do something with your life while your young. DO NOT settle down at 20. DO NOT forget your friends, your family. Yourself. Do NOT waste your life. Your ambitions. Like I did mine. Do not be like me.
Sorry for the long post, just had to get it out there.
I realised I let procrastination and money stop me from pursuing my passions when I was younger, and now I am dead inside, old and tired.
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