Why Your MindTree Locks You Out of Reality (and How to Find Your Way Back)

January 8, 2026

Audio Recording of Call

Audio Recording of modified “Dickens Process” (alternative futures meditation)

Notes/Transcript

Welcome to Call 3 in our mental health arc. The title is, “Why your mindtree locks you out of reality (and how to find your way back).

This is the final call in my 2025 series, in which I really wanted to address the core issue at the centre of every biological conflict that we ever have: existential isolation. In 2026, I’m going to be talking about different kinds of special biological programs or different kinds of biological conflicts, delving deeply into how and why the MindTree produces these symptoms. So this call is not just a completion of that 2025 focus on existential isolation and how to re-connect with our source …it is also the launch of our new 2026 focus on actually putting that into practice with various special biological programs. There’s only 36 calls in 2026, and there are around 500 special biological programs, but I’ll do my best to pick the good ones 😊

Tonight’s message is, your mind is not reality. It’s a sorting tool. And if you mistake the categories and filing systems of your own mind for truth – if you, for example, mistake the biological conflicts in your psyche for actual objective facts and meaning about yourself, others, or life – you will slowly become more and more isolated from the source and actual meaning of your life.

The problem is this:

As you developed in childhood and formed your ego and super ego to try to meet the needs and demands of your id, you came up with a lot of survival tactics, self-devaluation stories, and relating strategies. The unmet needs, the unresolved conflicts, and your ego and superego ‘rules’ don’t just influence you.

They harden into a rigid internal world: a map of what’s allowed, what’s dangerous, what’s shameful, what’s ‘safe.’ Right and wrong, good and bad. And, of course, identity and shadow.

And then, to borrow a phrase from the NLP people, you forget and start living inside that map.

Now, this is totally normal. This is the culture and civilization that you are living in. This is what everyone does.

But your so-called mental health problems—anxiety, burnout, depression, self-doubt, relationship chaos, so-called “mental illness,” so-called “personality disorders,” and all the symptoms of what, in GNM, we call “conflict-active phase” — are not random crappy things that happen to us and that we need to try to avoid somehow.

Mental health problems are the direct result of that congealing, hardening, and atrophying process that happens to be totally normal in our world today.

Because mental health problems – aka “conflict activity” as we would say in Germanische Heilkunde – is always about existential isolation. And that’s always what we are trying to solve when we are trying to resolve biological conflicts and complete healing phases.

Mental illness of all kinds is a predictable result of boxing yourself into an old internal world that you confuse for reality. It happens mostly at the cerebral cortex level so that the very information that we take in is already distorted before we even become aware of it. But it also happens at all levels of the brain and mind.

And it needs to be dealt with for every special biological program.

The sad joke is, modern society rewards this. It rewards us for being “normal.” So I’m this age and I need to have these kinds of mental health problems and those kind of physical problems as a result. But now I’m that age and demographic so I need to have these other kinds of mental health problems and these other kinds of physical problems.

As Jiddu Krishnamurti pointed out, it is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

He didn’t mean a barfing society covered in boils. He meant a mentally-ill society.

A sick society doesn’t want you sovereign.

It wants you predictable.

So it trains you to conform, to medicate discomfort, to explain away desire, and to call adaptation ‘mental illness’

True sanity – which means connecting with reality – feels like rebellion. Because it is.

And that’s because reality is infinitely bigger than the boxes you have created in your mental filing cabinet that we call your psyche.

The Tale of Two Futures (my attempt at a GHK “Christmas Carol”)

“Let me show you what happens if we keep trying to solve this the way the mind solves things.

each of us, when we are forming our minds in early life, experiences pain. And we ask for help—fair enough.

Every person goes through this painstaking, clumsy process of developing our mind.

But in our society, almost every ‘helper’ she meets speaks the language of the sorting machine:

‘Name it. Label it. Measure it. Reduce it. Treat it.’

She’s told:

You are chemistry. You are risk factors. You are symptoms. You are a diagnosis.

And because she wants relief, she accepts the bargain:

“I’ll be manageable. I’ll be normal. I’ll be good.”

So she adapts.

She learns to interpret her life as data:

energy levels, hormones, attachment style, trauma score
functioning, productivity, compliance

She even discovers GNM and keeps right on doing exactly the same thing. But she’s just looking for some different data now:

when was the DHS
who can she blame
what tracks should she avoid
what are the steps to downgrade this program so that she doesn’t die from a healing crisis?

Her mind loves this—because categories feel like control.

But ever-so-slowly – and she doesn’t even notice most of the time, because it all feels so rational – her bubble shrinks.

She stops trusting her desires.

Stops trusting her perception.

Stops trusting the unknown.

She aims for average, because average is safe.

And the price of ‘normalcy’ is, she lives in a well-managed story instead of a vital reality filled with miraculous possibility.

“I said no” (a GHK Christmas Carol)

Once upon a time, in a bustling city that mirrored the chaos of the human psyche, there lived a woman named Elara. She was a brilliant analyst by trade, her days spent sifting through data streams, categorizing trends, and predicting outcomes with cold precision. But beneath her efficient exterior, Elara’s mind was a relentless machine—churning out binaries: yes or no, safe or risky, gain or loss. It measured her world in heights, weights, probabilities, and chemical balances, but it never whispered the deeper truths. It could tell her a man’s vital signs were optimal, but not if he was her soulmate. It screamed warnings of pain and scarcity, but couldn’t articulate the quiet resolve of “I am not ready to die.” One fateful night, as Elara lay exhausted in her dimly lit apartment, overwhelmed by the weight of her unprocessed thoughts—regrets piling like unsorted files, dreams deferred like outdated reports—a spectral figure appeared at the foot of her bed. It was the Ghost of the Mind’s Limits, a shimmering entity shaped like a vast neural network, pulsing with electric blue light. “Elara,” it intoned, its voice a monotone echo of her own inner monologue, “your mind is a tool, a sorter of facts, an AI of flesh and synapse. It categorizes, but it does not create meaning. Tonight, I will show you two paths: one where you surrender to its reductions, and another where you claim sovereignty over it. Choose wisely, for the essential you—the observer, the experiencer—must decide, or forever play the victim.” The ghost extended a translucent hand, and in a whirl of fragmented memories, Elara was transported to the first future: the Path of Schulmedizin.

The Path of Schulmedizin: The Reductionist’s Descent In this vision, Elara saw herself five years hence, a shadow of her current form, navigating a sterile world of facts and prescriptions. She had embraced the mind’s binary logic fully, seeking solace in the Dawkinsian creed that life was merely a dance of atoms, genes, and evolutionary imperatives. No soul, no essence—just chemistry and statistics. It began innocently enough. Overwhelmed by her “time megalomania”—the illusion that she could control every moment—Elara consulted experts. Doctors in white coats, armed with scans and serums, reduced her ailments to imbalances: low serotonin here, elevated cortisol there. “You’re nothing but a bag of chemicals,” one proclaimed, handing her a script for antidepressants. “Cope as best you can; aim for average.” She followed dutifully. Her helper syndrome, that compulsive urge to fix others at her own expense, was labeled “codependency disorder,” treated with therapy sessions that dissected her into Freudian fragments. Burnout? A matter of dopamine depletion; prescribe rest and routine. Her decreasing self-esteem? Quantifiable on a scale from 1 to 10—currently a 4; target a 6 with cognitive behavioral tweaks. As the years blurred, Elara’s big dreams evaporated like volatile compounds in a lab. She gave up on writing that novel, on traveling solo, on pursuing love that defied metrics. Regret settled in, a chronic ache dulled by more pills. Hopelessness became her baseline, measured in weekly mood logs. She joined the collective—a sea of average lives, where everyone was a node in a vast, impersonal network. “This is reality,” her mind assured her. “Facts and information are all that matter. You’re healthy enough: six feet of functional biology, above-average energy on good days. What more is there?” In this future, Elara ended her days in a quiet nursing home, surrounded by monitors beeping her vitals. No grand revelations, no soul-stirring connections—just a perfectly managed decline into entropy. She was a victim of her own tool, reduced to data points, her essential self silenced by the roar of categorizations. The ghost’s light flickered, and the vision dissolved. Elara shuddered, her heart pounding with a fear her mind could label but not resolve. The Path of Sovereignty and the Ascent Through “No” “Now,” the ghost murmured, “behold the alternative—the path where you say ‘No’ to the mind’s tyranny.” In this second future, Elara witnessed her descent first, a mirror of her current struggles, but with a pivotal turn. The time megalomania gripped her tighter: days lost to overplanning, nights to helper syndrome, pouring her energy into others until burnout scorched her soul. Self-esteem crumbled under the weight of unspoken regrets; big dreams faded into whispers of “what if.” Isolation grew, momentum stalled, hopelessness loomed like a shadow. But one day, the pain of her overflowing mind-boxes—those cluttered categories of fears, labels, and dogmas—became unbearable. In a moment of raw clarity, Elara let go. She began pulling everything out, questioning relentlessly: “Is this true?” Box after box, the answer thundered back: “NO!” Faster and faster, she emptied them. “This is nothing!” she realized about her rigid containers and barbed-wire dogmas. “It’s all nothing!” The mind wasn’t her; it was just an ugly, badly-sorted mountain of mismatched boxes, duct-taped and woven with plastic-bag mats—a vast slum where she’d lost herself searching for meaning, finding only fractals of nonsense. What remained? Not her skin, not her fears, not her distractions or relationships. When she stripped away all she was not, she saw the truth: I am the experiencer. The observer of a wonderful, multidimensional play on an infinitely large stage. Each scene consumed in entropy, its energy birthing the next. And this play? It was whatever she desired—clever, mysterious, honest, loving, meaningful, hilarious, terrifying. But she was more than audience: writer, producer, director, and cast. Sovereign at last. From there, ascent unfolded, one psychic conflict at a time. She forged existential connections, mustering courage for the “ability work”—dismantling megalomania and self-devaluation. Isolation decreased as momentum built; she learned to say “no” without apology. Self-love bloomed, advocacy sharpened. She loved what she did, capturing her compulsive talking and idea generation like wild horses tamed for her chariot. She spiraled upward as many times as needed, looking forward to the future, to each day, trusting her future self. In this vision, Elara—now Lishui the Sovereign—thrived. No prescriptions dictated her worth; no reductions confined her. She pursued dreams with abandon, formed bonds beyond measurements, lived as the essential self: decider, creator, unbound. The ghost faded as dawn broke, leaving Elara in her bed, heart alight. The mind still hummed its binaries, sorting the night’s visions into neat files. But now she knew: it couldn’t care less about reality, any more than an AI could discern love from pheromones. The choice was hers—to surrender to facts and victimhood, or to say “No” and claim the stage. And so, Elara rose, ready to write her own play.

The solution to the problem of the ossification of our MindTree – I mean, the solution to that problem of forgetting that our conflicts and our mental boxes and categories are just a temporary filing system and believing that, instead, it’s all that is real …and therefore the solution to the existential isolation that we experience because of these rigidities of our MindTree …and therefore the solution to every special biological program, every symptom, indeed, every problem ever – is brutally practical:

The solution is …Figure out what you need to do to be able to trust your future self—then do that.

Not what you need to do to look good.

Not what you need to do to get approval.

Not what you need to do to stop feeling.

Figure out what you need to do so Future You becomes reliable.

Because when you trust your future self:

you can tolerate uncertainty
you can stop clinging to false safety
you can stop outsourcing your life to authority
and you can relate again—without distortion”

Laser Focus Coaching

Question 1 – bump on foot (from a month ago)

Answer: I can’t diagnose this, first because I don’t have the anatomical equipment or skill, but also because it’s illegal for me to diagnose stuff. But I have this bump, too. And my mother had that bump. And I grew a second bump. And they are all on the foot or ankle, kind of in a line. So I was really curious!

After doing deep scientific googling for about 20 minutes, I think the pictures that look most similar are what is diagnosed as “dermatofibroma.” These are tiny, healed self-devaluation programs in the connective tissue just under the skin, really, connective tissue that’s part of the multi layered lasagna that the skin is.

Connective tissue joins tissues of the body together and gives strength. It is a type of elastic fibers. A layer of loose connective tissue containing fat cells lies directly underneath the skin. Connective tissue aids in tissue repair by forming fibrous scar tissue (during PCL-B). So what we are looking at with these lumps – if they are dermatofibromas – is similar to what we see with keloid scars: there is a scar forming because of attack. That attack could actually be because of a sense of pain – our psyche often interprets pain as attack. With this being so close to the epidermis, there is likely separation conflict involved as well, such as, “Stop touching me there!” or “I wish I could massage this away” or something (just a guess).

But there is also a light or mild self-devaluation in relation to that part of the body. You put all that together – attack in the dermis, separation in the epidermis, and self-devaluation in the connective tissue – and you get a scar at the end of the healing phase PLUS an increased size of the musculoskeletal tissue or in this case the connective tissue. The difference between a dermatofibroma and a keloid is that the keloid is the Schulmedizin path. We see and feel the scar and the bump and we freak out and have a new separation, attack, and self devaluation. The keloid keeps growing, sometimes creating the most amazing shapes and distortions on the body.

The dermatofibroma is the more sovereign path. “I say ‘no’ to this self-devaluation, I love and trust my body no matter what it’s up to.” So the dermatofibroma represents a one and done process.

If it’s a dermatofibroma, it will not get smaller later on. Because when the cerebral medulla is involved, the tissue is larger, thicker, stronger at the end of PCL B. The lump is part of the new, improved, evolved self. Like and respect it. Scars are markers of the journey you have been on.

Question 2 – Somnambulism What’s the deal with sleepwalking (and sleep eating, and sleep talking, etc)? I desire to satisfy my curiosity about this.

Answer – According to Caroline Markolin’s website, “Episodes of sleepwalking are caused by conflict relapses that are triggered by scary nightmares that put the sleeper temporarily into [flying] constellation.

Flying constellation is a constellation of the two temporal lobe conflicts that are closest to your temples, at the front of the temporal lobes. on the right, that’s the bronchial relay, and on the left it’s the laryngeal relay. So this could be a masculine conflict of fear of losing the territory, or it could be a feminine conflict of fear of being rejected from the territory. Or it could be two masculine or two feminine conflicts, depending on sex, laterality, and what the balance of temporal load conflict activity from other special biological programs might be.

Anyway, the flying constellation is a schizophrenic constellation that causes us to take our consciousness out of our bodies. The master leaves the house and the servants to themselves while the master goes and flies around to happier, safer places. this is a big conflict for Enneagram Type Seven, who likes to escape all unpleasantness.

However, I believe that there has to be a second constellation going on in order to cause the sleepwalking, sleep eating, sleep talking, etc. I believe the person has to have the flying constellation AND they have to have a motor constellation to do the sleep walking. They have to have a constellation involving the stomach – possibly bulimia constellation – in order to sleep eat. I believe they have to have mythomania constellation to sleep talk.

The reason I believe there has to be a second constellation (and maybe a third and fourth constellation) is because, when we are asleep, we have paralysis. That keeps us from getting in trouble while we’re sleeping. To override the natural sleep paralysis, I believe we have to have a motor constellation, which means we have to feel trapped in relation to partner and to mother-child.

The solution to symptoms that manifest when we’re sleeping is to analyze the dreams that we were having while the symptom was happening, just like when we’re awake and we feel a symptom and we analyze, “What just happened? What was I just thinking about?” But as hard as it is to do that while we’re awake, it’s WAY harder to do that when we’re asleep.

There was a fun story from Dr. Hamer many years ago. There was a young man who was having full on twitching, punching, kicking, epileptic seizure basically while he was sleeping. He had no idea, till he got a girlfriend or a wife who discovered this was happening every night at around 3am. So she started waking him up and asking him, “What were you just dreaming about??”

It turns out, he was dreaming about when he was five and Father Christmas came to see him and, instead of bestowing gifts, told him he was a very bad boy. Then Father Christmas stuffed him in his sack!

The good news is, when stuff like this happens at around 3am, it’s an epi-crisis. Now, are we going to take the Schulmedizin future and label ourselves a victim of constellations, a somnambulist by nature, and condemn ourselves to whatever weird future such people have to suffer? (I don’t even know what that is)

Or do we say “no” and start looking at the dream and asking, “Is this true? Is Father Christmas really the boss over me now? Do I really need to eat everything in the fridge to keep the bad guys from getting into my territory? Am I really going to be able to talk my way out of this crazy dream that I myself invented?” And wake up from the nightmare.

Sweet dreams!

Question 3 – the connection between the eyes and belly fat? A while back I believe you mentioned that there was a connection between belly fat and something about the eyes, I had hoped to go back and find where you spoke about it but never did.

Answer – I was super curious about this too! A connection between the eyes and belly fat? How weird is that????

Then I remembered my own belly fat. Oh yeah. I remember now!

Fat is part of the musculoskeletal tissue relayed from the cerebral medulla. As the most superficial of the musculoskeletal tissue, it responds to the lightest or least severe self-devaluation conflicts. These are conflicts of “self-devaluation in relation to how it looks.”

In other words, when we look at a part of the body and think, “That doesn’t look right. it’s the wrong shape, size, etc. it’s too skinny, it’s too fat, it’s in the wrong place,” and so on. The self-devaluation conflict relays to the fat tissue, which begins to ulcerate.

Then we resolve the self-devaluation conflict. We forget about it. We get a sexy new pair of jeans that look great on us. We start working out and get more muscle definition, whatever it is.

And now the fat tissue goes into healing, because the special biological program of self-devaluation in relation to how it looks goes into the healing phase. But the fat tissue, being part of the cerebral medulla tissue system, gets BIGGER THAN BEFORE in the healing phase. And that’s the “evolution.” So now that body part grows, (with fat).

So here’s the Schulmedizin future with this program.

I notice my belly fat. the more it grows, the more self-devaluation I have, and that ultimately leads to it growing more. And I can forget about it and work on core strengthening, and sit up taller and wear flattering clothes and start to feel really good about myself and I resolve the self-devaluation about my fat belly and make peace with the size of my waist …and then WAHH!!! I catch a sudden glimpse of myself in the tall mirror after I get out of the shower and have a whole new self-devaluation conflict. Or I’m walking down the street wearing my cool Fluvog boots and a stylin’ flashy dress and my hair is looking great and I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, admiring my coolness …and then I stroll past the bank window and catch sight of my reflection and realize everyone’s staring at me because I look like one of those dancing hippos from Fantasia. Around the cycle I grow again.

Or I can say no. I begin dealing with the self-devaluation feelings about how my belly looks. I feel the regret of lost fertility. I feel the anxiety of “aging” and “menopause belly” and I feel the self-devaluation of maybe the Schulmedizin people are right and I’m just a statistic here and therefore I’m going to just get lonelier and slower and older and I’m going to live a life of quiet desperation just like the average. I just feel all those feelings, really let myself become conscious of them and no more lying to myself. It requires a lot of mindfulness to do this, for any special biological program, but especially for self-devaluation stuff. So while I’m doing this, I’ve got to keep custody over my attention. And it’s really hard to do this unless I also have custody of my eyes. So, while I’m working my core strengthening plan, my conscious escape from this vicious self-devaluation circle, I’m going to turn that mirror on a different angle so that I only look at it when I am conscious and aware and being gentle with myself and wanting to feel my feelings. Never when I’m in victim, perpetrator, or rescuer mode. Never when I’m lying to myself. And as I walk down the street, I keep to my own business, my eyes on where I’m going, not on other people and what I imagine they’re thinking of me.