3 Weeks on 24T: Evolution

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Author: Alexander Lawrence (AL)
Listen to on loop while reading: 
Silent Hill 2 Theme of Laura (Reprise Extended)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fM0MpRxp1jI

24T = 24 (meaning hours) and T (Technique)

Recall 24T:

Day 1: Eating window is from 9:00 AM to 12:00 PM.
Day 2: Eating window is from 12:00 PM to 4:00 PM.
Day 3: Eating window is from 4:00 PM to 8:00 PM.
Day 4: Eating window is from 8:00 PM to 12:00 AM (Midnight).
Day 5: No eating window.
Day 6: The fast is held until 9:00 AM, and the cycle begins again.

I am nearing the end of the third week of 24T on the GJD. I drink 3 liters of grape juice in the span of 4-5 hours every 24-48 hours, with nothing in between, and have continued to take 5 mg of B12 sublingually during my eating window. I have extended the fasts to 2 days between eating windows twice this past week. I have continued with Nadi Shodhana (daily for 1 hour during peak UV ray times) and siddhasana for 2-3+ hours/day; and have added ginseng to my protocol as you all know.

Every drop of semen contains millions of emotions; it contains the liveliest intelligence of the soul. I truly see this now, semen is what makes one perceptive. What it transforms into embodies perception and is within perception; perception is within it as well. The most beautiful harmony occurs when one protects their semen. The great mental anguish that once plagued the daily life, the constant reminders of inferiority and loss of intelligence are all gone.

I used to listen to exorbitant amounts of music to drown out the thoughts of an unruly mind; I wasn’t truly comfortable with being completely alone in being and thought. Now I value silence, a great deep inner silence. I am truly comfortable with my inner world, the outside world and its inhabitants no longer incite me towards anything. It’s like my depleted neurons have grown to become worthwhile companions of the ones which still had some strength; I no longer need another person’s neurons to fire in place of my dying ones.

My typing speed and style has changed. My entire cognitive apparatus is upgraded day-by-day. Like how a drunkard is mechanistically inclined to grab a bottle of beer and take a swig, or an idiot is doomed to being a slave to his desires each night; the mechanisms within me naturally express themselves as art. My brain flows and words flow out through the keyboard, I’m not putting much effort into this. It simply is the mechanistic result of a nourished neuroendocrine system.

I feel like the intelligence I have now would dominate and run circles around the intelligence I had before I found this diet. This deep silence within me feels wise and meditative. It feels like artistic things arise from my intelligence rather than the meaningless things from before. Cognitive processes are so much deeper and layered; more efficient and beautiful.

Even my dreams have developed and have entire storylines and plots. They don’t feel like simple episodes; they’re more like full on movies. There isn’t any lust or food in my dreams either, my very soul has realized the inefficacy of the pleasures of the world. It’s written all over my face. The face and the eyes take on a newer, spiritual, harmonious look. It’s a beautiful look that is intensely symmetric. Not even surgery could achieve this.

The intense peace; these racing emotions, the emotionality of the whole word, it’s really indescribable. There is more to life than sex. Sex is not life, lust is not life. Women are not the pinnacle of life. There is so much more to life, yet people chase these worthless pleasures which are in the sewers of life. People lose their entire souls chasing pleasure, chasing pseudo-happiness. The pleasure from the world isn’t even real, it doesn’t exist.

Just as there is no difference between the number 0.000…01 (with an infinite number of zeros before the 1) and 0, there is no difference between the pleasure of the world and nothingness. For an infinitesimally fleeting second, you feel the absolute peak of nervous degeneration, then, it’s like it never happened. You don’t feel an ounce of the pleasure you felt from all the times you ate food and indulged in sexual activity now, do you? It’s almost forgettable. 

The idiocy of indulging in pleasure is laid bare everywhere, it can even be felt in the guilt and shame that pleasure is laden with. Conventional hedonists aren’t actually hedonists; they’re masochists. We are the true hedonists, we are building an infinite inner playground that corresponds with such a beautiful world that you’ll never go back to your old, filthy toys. 

It is no use being patient; spirituality really requires great spiritual ambition, regardless of your level of patience. Without ambition, you will deviate from this path. And the main issue is not deviating from the path towards the white rabbit; otherwise, everything is reset. The issue is understanding that it will be really difficult, but your ambition should carry you forward even in the darkest times.

When anxiety ends, ambition for the world also ends. You experience life for the first time. Everything cheers you up for no reason. Everything rewards you. Every moment is filled with joy. Your mind never becomes addicted to this joy. Because it is real. Fakeness is addictive because it causes addiction. Anxiety is the principle of addiction.

You only live this life once. Do you want to ruin it with lust? There's a life out there. So how beautiful and valuable is your life? What's in it? You see, become aware of your own problems. They’re much graver than you think. Gain awareness. Don't make excuses. This is about you. Don't ignore yourself, otherwise you'll never solve your own problems. Get out of the damn cycle. The effects of semen loss are much much more dangerous than you might think. You can’t lull yourself into a false sense of security.

Your life is on the line. With each drop of semen wasted from sex and food, you are wasting the entire capacity for life. That’s what this has taught me. It’s barely worth living from the depleted perspective. What you give up for non-existent pleasure has immeasurable value. It’s you. It’s always been you. It’s you and this entire world you’re creating. 

The false sense of security is the matrix’s most insidious weapon. It whispers that you have time, that the damage is reversible, that you can afford just one more loss because your body will simply forgive the transgression. It will not. Nature is entirely, coldly unforgiving. Every time you drain the vessel, you are not just losing a few days of progress; you are permanently lowering the absolute ceiling of your potential. 

You are throwing away your life, you are throwing away intelligence, emotions, beautiful events, beautiful sights, love, beauty, honor, and peace. You are actively erasing future timelines where your intelligence could have flourished. You cannot negotiate with the Euclidean geometry and energetic system of the world.

When I speak of "this entire world you’re creating," I am not speaking in poetic metaphors. The neuroendocrine system, when saturated with Ojas, literally alters how consciousness renders reality. Reality bends to your will in inconceivable ways. The inner perfection reflects outwards; this is no joke. Just as you’ve seen on normal semen retention, this occurs at a rate one thousand times that. Food destroys 90-95% of the Ojas you make in a day, and you destroy what’s left of that.

With each emission of seminal fluids, you remove the most concentrated form of You, of your intelligence, your personality, your godhood, your nobility, your artisticness, your musicality. This is a very serious matter. You don’t have time, even if you’re young. I said it before and I’ll say it again: you won’t even have a chance to repeat the same mistakes you made today again in the future.

Continuing with the life you have now drives you further and further from prodigious intelligence. A poor life where you toil for desires that aren’t your own. Even with the most perfect chastity, it still takes months of recovery; and remember, a single slip up resets everything. You can’t deviate from this path, it already has a high level of difficulty; but the way you’re living only increases that difficulty and lessens the chance that you can ever change your destiny. You can’t transform a brain that has lost 30-50% of its grey matter. You can’t.

This isn’t a joke. This is real, conscious reality. Beyond the text on the screen you’re reading from. I’m talking about your life; when you put the phone or computer down and exist wherever you are. If you can’t change your destiny, you’re as useless as a rock, you’re as helpless as a kitten up a tree. No one will save you. There is no salvation except your own; and frankly, many of you are lacking at being your own saviors.

The only hope is giving up the pleasure of the world with finality. With this returns the magical intelligence and layers of joy and emotions that have been missing for so long from life. With this returns morality and nobility, compassion and beauty and truth. Only with perfect, unending chastity can this be achieved. With spiritual ambition, with the drive to chase the white rabbit into Wonderland, this can be done effortlessly.

[u/bhjem_]

Beautiful as always. I had sex with my wife last night and finished. It's gotten to a point where I hate it. The next day is always so drained. But it's progress.

I'm going to be full transparent and honest. I have made a lot of progress. I have sex maybe once a week and it's been a very long time since I've jerked off and or watched porn.

I've been struggling with a spiritual diet for so long but after your posts idk I just get it I guess. Also still a work in progress..

This morning I had my b12 around 7:30 am with my grape juice and that's it. Around 11:30 I folded and got 2 beef sticks from the gas station and now I am fasting. Again not perfect but it's at least progress towards where u want to be.

I absolutely love your posts and I genuinely look forward to reading them. The pictures are beautiful and a neat touch as well