MIND OVER BODY

I wrote this a while ago. I remembered this and decided to post it because LadyInRed triggered my memory by saying the exact same phrase "Mind over body", in relation to my cigarette addiction.

He who is master of the mind is master of the body. That’s what it is – mind over the body. There is no special message to this piece of writing. This message is supposed to help me figure out a mysterious physical state that has developed in my body. It comes at a time when I am at a crossroads. A time when my life seems to be stuck in one place; when the clock of my life stops. This is when I experience weakness in my body; weakness in my bones, joints and my muscles. It takes a supernatural effort for me to walk and the heaviest thing I can carry is my pack of cigarettes. Small consolation.

There is no medical explanation. Doctors tell me to get some rest; that I’m fatigued. However, it also occurs on days when I’ve done nothing but rest. What the fuck is this? “What the fuck?” I always think. I’ll tell you what the fuck it is. It is the fatigue of the mind. It occurs when your mind is tired of your bullshit; when your mind keeps telling you to go this way while you purposefully and deliberately go the other way. Your mind pulls back the lever and brings you to a grinding halt. It has to do it the hard way and get you to retrace your steps and get on the right road.

The power of the mind over the body is an incredible and interesting thing. If you’re mentally strong enough, your mind can stop your sweat. It can stop your disease; it can save your life. This is exactly why the placebo effect works. Fool (or perhaps appease) the mind and you can harness the incredible power that it possesses. The placebo effect has been said to cure AIDS. Why then would you want to fuck with such a power? Why would you want to disobey the master and ruler of your body? Why would you want to even try? It is like defying God the Almighty. He is almighty! Don’t be a dumb fuck like Lucifer the Morning Star, now the devil.

Perhaps the mind is the image of God in us. I believe that theologists have misread Genesis Chapter 1 verse 26:

Then God said, “Let us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness; let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”

Think about it fool. Man has never had physical dominion over the fish of the sea. How do you catch a fish? Your use you mind-made fishing rod. You can’t fight a lion, you fucking fool. You use your mind-made gun. You can’t catch a bird (ask Dick Dastardly), you have to use your mind-made projectile. You have to prod your cattle and use your mind-made ropes to hold it in place so that you can kill it with your mind-made knife. A scorpion will bite you and leave you to fucking die. You have to run from it.

That’s what it is – mind over body. It does not matter if God exists or not. That’s what it is – mind over body. You cannot win. You’ll just keep trudging on a road that is smooth and frictionless. The glossy road that looks nice and shiny to you, you keep trudging on it. Do you ever stop to wonder why? Get on the fucking right road; learn to listen to your mind (and/or your soul?).