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Humanly Possible

31 Jan

Humanly Possible

“Only human” people say and think we’re all the same
That when it comes to discipline, we all must have low aim
One person gets discouraged and thinks, “No one could succeed!”
They think that their own shortcomings apply to the whole breed

“Only human” I have heard until it’s made me sick
“Only human” from the lazy, close-minded and thick
“Only human” from the ones who grew up with excess
“Only human” from those who think only God can bless

I recognized my shortcomings both in body and mind
Before my grey hairs had grown in but unlike most, declined
To excuse all my weakness as the limits of my race
Instead of shrugging, “Only human” like a weak disgrace

I sought out other humans, both alive and from the past
Whose strength, intensity, resolve and fortitude was vast
I did the work and hunted them, pursued without relent
I sniffed them out by tracking their indomitable scent

And while the lazy sensitives grew wider and more frail
And followed other wimps, I found the WARRIORS to hail
Samurai and knights, soldiers, mystics, a Savior too
Who kept his GRACE while being KILLED (“only human” like YOU)

Time and time again I found these humans who did hone
Their minds to steel, bodies to rock and fire in their bone
I saw what lack of passion did: love handles and a gut
Excess making body weak and mind stuck in a rut

And I compared that laziness and excess to the Lords
The Warriors, the Kings, the humans who all worked towards
Pushing limits, being more and choosing what they feel
Refusing to give up control, to whine, to cry, to kneel

“Only human” say the ones who sit and wait and think
“This is it” and never push their limits to their brink
But there are some who chose to stand, to run and to believe
“Human possibility” is not something to grieve

                                                         ~Miro

Motivation

10 Jan

Motivation

The normals ask the fitness guru, “Please sir, kick my ass!”
Because they lack an iron will and ‘tween their legs, no brass
The normals ask the scholar, “Please sir, share what you have learned!”
Because reading is something for which they have never yearned
The normals ask the Warrior, “Please sir, help me wage war
With all the things that stress me out or make my life a chore!”
The normals ask the people who have done the work each day
For motivation ‘cause they don’t live in an intense way
They ask permission, say sorry and tiptoe on eggshells
“Is this ok? Is that alright?” the normal often tells
“Can I do this? Can I do that?” the normal always checks
They ask the masters such as Jesus, Gandhi, Malcolm X
They ask permission to show greatness, “Think that’d be alright?”
For motivation, “Lend a hand for my enormous fight?”
Motivation is admission that you are weak willed
Hoping someone else’s passion in you is instilled
No one’s going to give you what you’re asking for so cease
They did the work and paid the price and earned all of their peace
They had audacity to have unshakable belief
In themselves through all the criticism, hate and grief
Everyone who’s earned greatness that is asked to inspire
Achieved it not through urging but because they did perspire
Not through motivation but through DEFIANCE and DARE
Through CONFIDENCE and COURAGE, not through asking and through prayer
If you ask for motivation, he’s all that I’ve got:
“Those who do not motivate themselves live lives for naught”

                               ~Miro

Outraged vs Appropriate

13 Jun

People tend to not think rationally when they’re upset, offended or outraged. I think that’s a major reason why atrocities continue to occur in this world. Because the people who could be doing something about it are allowing their judgement to be impaired by their emotions (ego) and seek vengeance, which only escalates the violence, instead of seeking justice, which isn’t always as satisfying, but usually helps diffuse and discourage further violence.

When people are upset, thinking rationally and critically feels impossible, and so they simplify things. Individuals who performed these horrible acts lose their individualism and are instead grouped under simple, easy labels such as religion, nationality, and other cliques whose membership is given rather than earned. Angry fools point a finger at an entire group of people rather than doing the work and focusing on the individual who is actually responsible. An angry mind is a lazy mind. It wouldn’t be angry if it wasn’t lazy, folks. If it was an open, curious, empathic and inquisitive mind, it would ask many questions instead of making many threats. The angry, lazy mind doesn’t want to understand, it just wants blood, but after a few months, the anger subsides and that lazy mind goes back to focusing on things that don’t actually matter in the grand scheme of things, such as TV, gossip, sports, politics, and the like. Then another atrocity hits the news and all of those silly time-wasters once again take a backseat as they get worked up all over again instead of trying to understand why these things keep happening. And their simple minds are easily encouraged to be outraged thanks to newscasters who are actually actors that know how to make a terrible event sound even worse thanks to vocal and facial training techniques, and news articles that hit all of the key words for maximum emotional provocation. The puppet masters continue to pull the strings and the puppets continue to dance without ever questioning how the news is delivered, just like they never question why these acts of evil have been committed since the dawn of time.

Some years ago, I made the conscious decision to stop allowing the news to influence my emotions. When I left my emotions out of it, I was able to understand what had occurred better, what had motivated it, and also recognize the manipulation of the news media, who stoke the fire and take advantage of people’s emotions in the time of tragedy in order to make a profit off of advertising.

My understanding wasn’t a pleasant one. Here’s a fair warning; when you seek understanding, you’re not always going to like what you learn. The angry mob uses words like “monsters” to describe these culprits. I have a other words. Weak. Gullible. Followers. Sheep. Easily influenced (not unlike people who become outraged by news stories). Lazy. Cowardly. These are people who were given labels such as religion and nationality and waved those flags proudly rather than choose their own identity and earn it with sweat, pain and patience over time. And there are MANY more people like that in the world. The atrocities won’t ever stop because cowardice, laziness and egoic pride over labels handed down instead of earned will be in human beings for a long time to come.

So what’s the solution? It certainly isn’t getting angry or outraged and demanding the blood of the other people who are in the same “club” as the perpetrator. The solution isn’t a simple one, and that will discourage many thanks to their deeply ingrained laziness. But if I had to sum it up, I’d say the solution is to be prepared & be appropriate. Threatening violence on someone who is not violent is not appropriate. Damning an entire religion for the acts of a few is not appropriate, because there are people in that religion who also find those violent acts inappropriate.

Trying to defend yourself when someone tries to hurt you or take your life or the lives of those around you when you haven’t physically prepared yourself for that type of situation is not appropriate. Many people will boast about what they would do in that kind of situation, but the truth is they don’t prepare for that type of situation. They don’t take care of themselves physically, they don’t train their strength, focus, and reflexes as a soldier, police officer or martial artist does for that kind of situation. They’re delusional, plain and simple. They think they’ll have their big hero moment when the gunfire begins, but the truth is they’ll freeze, possibly scream, and probably die.

I’m inspired by the men and women who train themselves daily to maintain calm and grace in the face of turmoil. It’s because of them that I no longer become outraged whenever the news breaks of another bombing, shooting or even natural disaster. It’s simply part of the training. When the shit hits the fan, Charlie Mike: Continue Mission. Getting emotional will cloud judgment and reflexes, and will prevent you from acting appropriately. Sometimes being appropriate is using these tragedies as a moment to train your self-control over your emotions. As with any training, if you do that long enough, one day you may find yourself in one of those tragedies, and while others panic, you could be the 1-in-100 that has honed your self control, reflexes, skill and strength in order to be appropriate and neutralize the situation.

Charlie Mike,
~Miro

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The Warrior’s Creed

11 Jun

WARRIORS CREED

Parking Pandemonium

31 May

 

This video depicts people not too far away from where I live, just 45 minutes up the road in fact, fighting over a parking spot. But people who look closer/try harder know that things aren’t always so simple, so black and white.

This altercation isn’t about a parking spot at all. It’s about people who have become too used to getting what they want, and not developing the skills to cope when their desires aren’t satisfied. The people in this video have become so accustomed to having their desires fulfilled, and throwing temper tantrums when they don’t get what they want, that they’ve *devolved* to the point where a simple parking spot can now send them into a violent frenzy. Men pounding on each other repeatedly. Men pushing and striking women. Women with not enough sense to not charge and push violent men. Grown adults hitting each other and screaming profane, violent threats at each other in the presence of children.

Don’t look away, my dears. It’s the ugly things that will also teach you about the world you live in, not just the pictures of flowers and rainbows. Watch this video carefully and study the psychopath in action. See the complete lack of self control. The lack of empathy for others, and how oblivious they are to the effect their actions have on those around them. They want what they want, and they’ll hurt or disrupt anyone in order to satisfy their ego’s desires.

This is a shining example of why the world needs the types of people I refer to as “Warriors.” If that word still feels too violent and aggressive for your tastes, then replace it with “masters” or “self actualized people” or “aware people” or whatever other word represents a person who can step outside of themselves and easily overcome their ego’s ridiculous behavior by chuckling at themselves and saying, “How silly.”

And we need those people not only to prevent us from going on such destructive rampages for silly desires of convenience and comfort, but to also control the animals like these people who can’t control themselves. It’s disappointing that there was no one there to step in to diffuse this situation. Yes, there were people trying to separate them, but what I saw was a half-hearted effort by people who weren’t prepared to deal with this type of altercation. They called the cops instead (the same cops they most likely curse and call good for nothing).

No, I won’t give you a “If I was there” scenario. I don’t have to imagine a hypothetical situation because I’ve actually been in this situation, with raging psychopaths threatening to tear each other apart. From experience, I can tell you what a Warrior can accomplish in exactly this type of situation: peace. When I witnessed this same situation, I directed my full attention to the most violent and angry member of the party and spoke to him the way I’d speak to the raging, green Hulk, because that’s what a human being is reduced to when a massive ego doesn’t get what it wants. It turns you into an idiot. I made it very simple for him to focus. I kept reminding him to keep eye contact with me and to count to ten. I told him he had lost control and he had to gain it back, and the numbers would help him. It was like speaking to an animal, or an infant child, but it worked. He turned from raging monster to some semblance of a human, aware of himself, his anger, and his need to control himself around other people…and children. The other member of the altercation was truly a full blown psychopath. Completely devoid of empathy. Something very dark and sinister in his eyes. The type of person who could cut your throat for a…well…a parking spot. 🙂 And he wouldn’t bat an eye. The tool to use on these unhinged people is fear. Not fear of pain or injury, but fear of being discovered for what they truly are. With him, I also made and kept close eye contact, but focused on the topic of empathy. I pointed out the reaction of the people around, and how I could *feel* them. They were frightened and some were crying, and I asked him if he could *feel* them. If he had *empathy*. I knew that he didn’t but I also knew that psychopaths/sociopaths/narcissists deep down know what they are, and they do everything in their power to hide it. Showing an obvious lack of empathy for other people’s suffering would “out” him, and so he left. He made sure that everyone was aware it was his decision, and not due to anything I said or fear of the angry person threatening him, but the bottom line is he left without any punches being thrown, and it was fear of being discovered that made him retreat.

“Well that’s you” is what I’ve heard time and time again. I’ve tried to make it clear that I’m not an exceptional person. I’ve never served in the military, I wasn’t trained by a martial arts master, and I don’t have super powers. I’m simply a person who recognized and admired the self-mastery of others like Gandhi, Martin Luther King, and Bruce Lee, and instead of saying “Well, that’s them,” I told myself, “That can be me too.”

When an incident like this breaks out in front of you, that can be you too. You don’t have to be a bystander that cries, or screams, or calls the police and curses them for taking so long, or records the incident with your phone. You can be the one who steps forward and uses a commanding voice, an intense stare and mastery over your own emotions in order to stop the animals from ripping each other to shreds. And not for glory or recognition, but because we were imbued with more potential than to simply be bystanders, or animals tearing each other apart for silly things that don’t matter.

Step up,
~Miro

Prayers

18 May

Prayers

“Please” the Christians pray whenever difficulty comes
“Thank God!” they sing when strife has passed and happily bang drums
“Please!” they pray when yet another challenge rears its head
“Thank God!” they roar with glee when blessed with simple days instead

“Please!” they pray when pushed to show great patience, poise and grace
“Thank God!” they shout whenever their kind God allows their case
“Please!” they ask, they beg, beseech, implore, desire and plead
“Thank God!” they praise when “God of Comfort” with them has agreed

As a Warrior, I find the act of prayer quite dense
Wishing, hoping, wanting ‘stead of preparing defense
Praying to someone else, even if a deity
Begging for a shortcut, reprieve, relief, levity

I find the act of begging for mercy to be quite weak
I find the Christian ego to have a silly technique
To be oblivious of their own potential for coping
To pass it off to Jesus who must satisfy their hoping

A faith that just depowers people, “Beg the God above!
Only HE can cure your pains with HIS magical love!”
They’re trained from birth to follow the idea that they are sheep
That they have no control and that hardships cause you to weep

They’re taught that they are not enough, that all is owed to God
To Jesus who “Died for our sins,” the “You owe Me” facade
Silliness is what it is, the teaching that all joy
Requires satisfaction of desire; ego’s ploy

Lessons that just cultivate your ego to want more
And those who see through all the lies? “The devil’s word!” they roar
They pray to God of Desires, denounce “Devil of Pain”
Pretend they’re blessed and happy and fake it ‘till they’re insane

They get upset and angry while they claim their faith is strong
They claim their God delivers them from everything that’s wrong
So many empty inside but lack courage to admit
It isn’t working like the pastor promised with his wit

And so they pray and pray for peace of mind and hope God will
Do something about it since the Christian way’s: “Stand still”
“Clasp your hands and say a silent, selfish prayer for ease”
“Pray to God and Jesus that each day will be a breeze”

I am Warrior, I pray to nothing and no one
If there’s a God, then grab a seat and watch, this should be fun
I look to nothing or no one except myself each day
I have the strength to endure because *I* made it that way

I chose to do the work, to sacrifice, to feel the pain
To count to ten and breath slowly while others went insane
I trained and pushed myself to my limit, then raised the bar
I need no God of Mercy for I’m King, Master & Czar

The ones who pray don’t understand, they think it all came easy
They think that confidence is arrogance, it makes them queasy
I don’t play by the rules, “You’re not supposed to be alone!”
Their self-imposed limits on strength and choice just make me groan

Victims every day and night all praying for a break
They’d rather beg and suffer all their lives than be awake
No courage to question what they’ve been taught, what they believe
No courage to look in themselves in order to achieve

“Pray for this” and “pray for that,” a silly wishing game
Seemingly legitimized since it’s wished in “God’s name”
I am Warrior and I no longer wish at all
‘Cause I’ve found much more peace when I run, jump, push, climb or crawl

                                                                ~Miro

Out The Window

11 May

Out The Window

I’ve seen a lot of people claim to do the work each day
But when shit hits the fan, somehow all their grace goes away
For months or years they say “I’m working on it!” but when time
Arrives to use the fruits of all their training, they don’t climb

They do not rise, they don’t stand fast, they crumble and they fall
All their so-called work goes “out the window” as they bawl
If all your training is so easily dispatched and tossed
Perhaps it’s time to admit that nothing is being lost

Perhaps it’s time to admit that the work has not been done
Concede the easy path was taken, the one that’s much more fun
Admit the truth that when you had a chance to push your bounds
You failed to crawl through danger zones and stayed on safer grounds

“Out the window” they exclaim as if they did possess
Any focus, grace or strength before their newest stress
Nothing went out any window since nothing was there
For if it was, it would stay put and help to deal and dare

Grace and focus comes with the most outrageous price tag:
Time and patience, sacrifice, ego death (what a drag!)
And what goes out the window? Just a half-assed, lazy whim
That has about as much heft as a Sunday morning hymn

Easily discarded in favor of pain and rage
“Out the window”’s never uttered by those strong and sage
Because their training’s been burned in and holds a lasting place
There to use at will in order to maintain their grace

                                                     ~Miro