Mind Change & World Breaking

Tapping into the Hidden Chaos

Sometimes changing your mind about something can be really informative.

Watching the process of how the mind changes.

The first thing to notice is that it is almost impossible to change someone else’s mind. What we fail to fully realize consequently, is that the same is true for ourselves. You can’t change your own mind. But it does change by itself. And you can start to notice it, if you’re paying enough attention.

Let’s take the simple case of Federer vs Djokovic.

I was always a Federer fan. Whatever he did, it was the most elegant, however he played, it was the most fluent. He was also the most charming of all tennis players. He deserved to win because he was the best that ever was. The conclusion was natural.

While Djokovic, was simply unlikeable. I would be so happy when he lost. The guy was good, I knew that, but his style was scrappy, ugly and I hated it. I hated his off court presence just as much. He looked mean as well.

Then unbeknownst to me, something changed. Federer started to change in my mind. I clocked on to his ways, what was once sleek became slimy. What was once seen as flawless tennis looked full of weaknesses. The unimpeachable character was seen for what it was, a cleverly created persona, for corporate benefit.

Djokovic on the other hand changed completely too. Scrappy tennis, became unrelinquishing grit. What was soulless striking became precision movement and mastery of form. The unlikeable character converted to, that which does not bend to public opinion or market influence. His work off court became as important as what he did on.

I noticed the change while it was happening.

What changed?

Certainly most of my friends who still hate Djokovic didn’t! They still held the same opinions I had as little as 4 years ago. Were they wrong, was I right? A little bit of both I should imagine.

I changed.

And my opinions all changed retrospectively too. When watching old clips, beliefs on what is good tennis and who I wanted to win the match changed completely, even on matches I had watched live and had full memories of. My old memories became distant and faded. New ones started forming in contradiction.

Furthermore, “I” didn’t make the change. It just happened.

So how does one change their mind and would you even want to? What is the benefit?

The secret to changing your mind is to tap into the hidden chaos of the universe. However when you do that, you effectively lose control, the mind changes but you have no control upon it. Just as a child has no control on how tall he will grow up to be.

To lose control is scary. To lose control of your mind, well, that’s terrifying. World Breaking.

That’s why I believe people are so rigid in their beliefs and why it is often only serious trauma that creates meaningful mind changes. Perhaps it is the trauma of losing a child, or going into bankruptcy or being cheated on etc… when life becomes intolerable, at some level there is a process of “giving up” of “letting go”, of letting some “higher power” take control. That’s when change happens, for good or for bad.

Meeting a guru, joining a cult, taking strong psychedelics is also a form of trauma.

Until then, we rigidly hold on, in an effort to control life and steer it along some predetermined path (usually of some imagined success).

Allowing the true chaos of the universe to take you on its rollercoaster, is disorienting. You don’t know where you will end up or when you’ll end up. Will you turn into a right-wing lunatic, will you give up God or find him, what about your job, the mortgage, the children, etc…?

So Vikid sat there and thought about it.

About how one can tap into the chaos without letting it engulf you. A subtle art. It only comes with practice. And you will go up in flames, time to time.

It’s comes from being open and letting go. It comes from examining fear and standing up to it. Letting the universe do its thing.

Why would you want to do it?

Because it is dullest life not to. To pretend you are happy. To be confined to a box. Worse, to be confined to a mask. I saw it with my own eyes, the fear people had during the pandemic. To have their minds owned by malevolent powers. To be immersed in an illusion. Pretense of happiness, is not happiness. It’s the ultimate form of dullness. A mind that’s 9-5. Channeled by the TV. Suppressed by the conformity of social media and norms. The fear of losing friendships over what you might say…

Better to be depressed, quite honestly.

Face the chaos and to be transformed by it.

And that’s,

The Vikid Truth