Conan The Philosopher

“If life is an illusion, then I am no less than an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content” — Conan the Barbarian

“Did I live? Did I love? Did I matter?” — Brendon Burchard’s nightly questions.

Briefly, the. Experiment was a success. Pure Intermittent Fasting yesterday, and then meditation this morning. Weight was down to 181.6 (about three pounds in. the last week. A hair fast, but I’m not worried.) But most importantly, the meditation was VERY good.

Started with breathing into the root chakra. Slow until the rest of the world disappears. Personal survival energy. Without it I die.

Then I played with a few little sexual fantasies, until I felt my second chakra engage, and things felt slightly delicious.

Genetic survival energy. Without it, my ancestors and descendants die.

Then, finally, I checked in with the hunger. I’d emptied my bladder this morning, and there was a slight smell reminiscent of tuna. Over the course of time, I’ve recognized that as a marker that my body was entering ketosis, and nearing a catabolic state. Now my body is dealing with REAL hunger, or at least realer than the “I want Cheetos” variety. Good. I. went inside, looking for the hunger. It was a light in my belly, something feral and ancient. Excellent. Welcome, old friend.

The hunting-gathering-warrior energy. Without it, my family and tribe die.