Day 1 post Bootcamp and I'm surrounded by compelling anchors from my past reality, so I've made the conscious decision to step beyond them. The best way that I can describe it, is to imagine walking to the edge of a cliff and metaphorically base jumping my head off into the void - I can't see the ground but know its down there. I also know I've got to keep that last point in mind, and stay in control. At some point I'll release the drogue, but not until I've found out where the boundaries are. In order to do that, I have to push the envelope. It's fun, challenging and tests me, but its also calibrated. This is how I get out of my head.
After the final briefing, I got back to the hotel too late for the train, which was good because I used the time to condense my notes and briefings from the weekend. I checked back into the hotel and got a suite for the same price as a basic room - I didn't ask for it and really didn't even need a room - the receptionist just gave it to me. Good girl.
Today I woke up back at my old level of reality, I was in a 3/10 'life trance'. So I walk to the edge and jump off. 5/10 and rising.
On the tube back to Waterloo I just took up space and watched the people. All in trance. On the train home I got out the RSD notes and laughed out loud as the words brought back the memories from the past 3 days. Get out of my head...now. I buy a cup of coffee from the trolley service and shoot the breeze with the seller, he sits down and tells me about his great Bank Holiday - viba-vibe. Everyone on the carriage can hear me, they accept this as normal. The girl across the way is reading a trashy gossip magazine. I ask her what the 'zine is and then say 'Give it to me'. She complies immediately and we talk about the crap content - I say its all B/S and return the magazine with a smile. She continues reading, her mouth open.
Two big guys sit down opposite and start talking loudly about their 'gig' next weekend, something triggers in my head about taking value, they're in my space. Walk and jump... 'Are you guys in a band' - it's not a question, its a command. Oh...Er...actually they're not, they've um...just come from a rock festival - we vibe about one of the bands that I rate, they leave at their stop much higher on life and seem mildly shocked. I carry on reading before vibing with trash mag girl for a while but don't escalate, in hindsight I'll push the boundary further. Why not.
Two married women join the train and sit opposite - I eyeball the blonde and smile, she smiles and looks away - the notes are getting really interesting now. The brunette is brash and starts talking loudly about her 'great trip'. I pull the trigger and demand what she's been doing for the weekend - another command. She looks genuinely affronted and stares at me. I hold the frame with eye contact as the beautiful silence slams the message home - welcome to my reality. I don't feel angry or put out by their presence, but they're projecting into my space and I'm interested to find out more. She crumbles and says. 'Well you can probably tell from my fleece?'. It says 'Sunsail' - a charter boat company. I say 'OK...' before she fills the void with 'WE OWN THE BOAT.' I pause, smile and say 'No need to flash up'. The blonde collapses into hysterical laughter and fires off more IOI's than rounds from a Muhaj AK at a Jihad party. Brunette is floored - men don't normally speak to her like that - I laugh and go back to my notes enjoying the confusion.
Freefalling now and stable in the void. 7/10.
I get home to my pad and the wind is howling - straight to the beach for an epic windsurf. I park up and vibe with everyone whether I know them or not - the place is suddenly electric. I rig up my kit and head for the shore, chatting to a blonde watching her boyfriend - she opened me saying she thought she knew me. I call her Rachel, she says that's not her name. I say 'It is now'. I'll see 'Rachel' another time. As I reach the shore a female voice says 'Hi Nick!'. Its chick L, visiting from London, she flaked on me twice last week. I say 'Hey, I'm just back from London. Where the were you?' The whole beach hears, the atmosphere feels uncontrollable. I can feel it. I launch immediately, hit the first wave and roll into a -off forward loop and it feels so good.
I am so ing alive! 8/10.
An hour later I'm back to the shore for coffee. Viba-vibe. Chick L walks up as I'm talking and joins the conversation, engaging the other dude saying how tired she is after sailing. I tell her to get some exercise and walk back to my kit, the poor chap is now supplicating with epic chodeness, so I cut in at 20 yards demanding where the Alex is. I don't care where he is, but I do know what's going on here, chode looks shocked and stammers something incoherent. As I head back to my kit, chick L immediately follows and starts chatting about how she has to go home and get her train and stuff and...blah. I cut in and say 'Lets get a coffee - now'. She resists so I gently take her arm and lead her - now she's got all the time in the world.
We chat, I tell her when and where to meet up next Sunday, its on. It has to be Sunday because Saturday I hook up with Chick R who I met on the bootcamp and the weekdays are just too busy with work, windsurfing, game and reading. Both girls know that if its forecast to be windy, I'll be on the water instead.
9/10, release drogue, deploy 'chute and float gently earthwards for tea and toast.
Tyler, the stuff you teach is so much more than just 'pick-up'. My gratitude towards you and the whole team is immeasurable. Thank you.
Papa
Instructor | Trusted Member
Join Date: 08/20/2006 | Posts: 2566
Day 1 post Bootcamp and I'm surrounded by compelling anchors from my past reality, so I've made the conscious decision to step beyond them. The best way that I can describe it, is to imagine walking to the edge of a cliff and metaphorically base jumping my head off into the void - I can't see the ground but know its down there. I also know I've got to keep that last point in mind, and stay in control. At some point I'll release the drogue, but not until I've found out where the boundaries are. In order to do that, I have to push the envelope. It's fun, challenging and tests me, but its also calibrated. This is how I get out of my head.
After the final briefing, I got back to the hotel too late for the train, which was good because I used the time to condense my notes and briefings from the weekend. I checked back into the hotel and got a suite for the same price as a basic room - I didn't ask for it and really didn't even need a room - the receptionist just gave it to me. Good girl.
Today I woke up back at my old level of reality, I was in a 3/10 'life trance'. So I walk to the edge and jump off. 5/10 and rising.
On the tube back to Waterloo I just took up space and watched the people. All in trance. On the train home I got out the RSD notes and laughed out loud as the words brought back the memories from the past 3 days. Get out of my head...now. I buy a cup of coffee from the trolley service and shoot the breeze with the seller, he sits down and tells me about his great Bank Holiday - viba-vibe. Everyone on the carriage can hear me, they accept this as normal. The girl across the way is reading a trashy gossip magazine. I ask her what the 'zine is and then say 'Give it to me'. She complies immediately and we talk about the crap content - I say its all B/S and return the magazine with a smile. She continues reading, her mouth open.
Two big guys sit down opposite and start talking loudly about their 'gig' next weekend, something triggers in my head about taking value, they're in my space. Walk and jump... 'Are you guys in a band' - it's not a question, its a command. Oh...Er...actually they're not, they've um...just come from a rock festival - we vibe about one of the bands that I rate, they leave at their stop much higher on life and seem mildly shocked. I carry on reading before vibing with trash mag girl for a while but don't escalate, in hindsight I'll push the boundary further. Why not.
Two married women join the train and sit opposite - I eyeball the blonde and smile, she smiles and looks away - the notes are getting really interesting now. The brunette is brash and starts talking loudly about her 'great trip'. I pull the trigger and demand what she's been doing for the weekend - another command. She looks genuinely affronted and stares at me. I hold the frame with eye contact as the beautiful silence slams the message home - welcome to my reality. I don't feel angry or put out by their presence, but they're projecting into my space and I'm interested to find out more. She crumbles and says. 'Well you can probably tell from my fleece?'. It says 'Sunsail' - a charter boat company. I say 'OK...' before she fills the void with 'WE OWN THE BOAT.' I pause, smile and say 'No need to flash up'. The blonde collapses into hysterical laughter and fires off more IOI's than rounds from a Muhaj AK at a Jihad party. Brunette is floored - men don't normally speak to her like that - I laugh and go back to my notes enjoying the confusion.
Freefalling now and stable in the void. 7/10.
I get home to my pad and the wind is howling - straight to the beach for an epic windsurf. I park up and vibe with everyone whether I know them or not - the place is suddenly electric. I rig up my kit and head for the shore, chatting to a blonde watching her boyfriend - she opened me saying she thought she knew me. I call her Rachel, she says that's not her name. I say 'It is now'. I'll see 'Rachel' another time. As I reach the shore a female voice says 'Hi Nick!'. Its chick L, visiting from London, she flaked on me twice last week. I say 'Hey, I'm just back from London. Where the were you?' The whole beach hears, the atmosphere feels uncontrollable. I can feel it. I launch immediately, hit the first wave and roll into a -off forward loop and it feels so good.
I am so ing alive! 8/10.
An hour later I'm back to the shore for coffee. Viba-vibe. Chick L walks up as I'm talking and joins the conversation, engaging the other dude saying how tired she is after sailing. I tell her to get some exercise and walk back to my kit, the poor chap is now supplicating with epic chodeness, so I cut in at 20 yards demanding where the Alex is. I don't care where he is, but I do know what's going on here, chode looks shocked and stammers something incoherent. As I head back to my kit, chick L immediately follows and starts chatting about how she has to go home and get her train and stuff and...blah. I cut in and say 'Lets get a coffee - now'. She resists so I gently take her arm and lead her - now she's got all the time in the world.
We chat, I tell her when and where to meet up next Sunday, its on. It has to be Sunday because Saturday I hook up with Chick R who I met on the bootcamp and the weekdays are just too busy with work, windsurfing, game and reading. Both girls know that if its forecast to be windy, I'll be on the water instead.
9/10, release drogue, deploy 'chute and float gently earthwards for tea and toast.
Tyler, the stuff you teach is so much more than just 'pick-up'. My gratitude towards you and the whole team is immeasurable. Thank you.
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Nick (Speedy)
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