Repetition: The False Self’s Drug of Choice

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By Cathy Eck


The Drug of Repetition

The drug of repetition is painfully obvious during the holiday season.  The television stations play the same programs.  The radios play the same songs.  People pull out the same decorations that they carefully stored away last year.  They attend the same events and services with the same family members.  They tell the same lies to their children.  We call this tradition; but it is really fast food for the false self.

The false self loves routine and repetition — it resists change.  Our false mind works exactly like a computer, operating from memorized commands.  Unless you delete the programs, you get the same output.

Now don’t get me wrong.  Repetition isn’t necessarily bad or evil; it can be useful.  I’m glad that buses follow a repetitive pattern; it makes them easier to find.  But buses weren’t born to create.  Humans were!


The Neighborhood of Make Believe

As children, we’re all loaded on the trolley to Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood of Make Believe.  Mr. Rogers taught us that people are predictable machines.  He changed his shoes and hung up his sweater in the same way everyday.  He repeated the same horrible songs.  He talked in a monotone, and never displayed emotion.

The Neighborhood of Make Believe was his projected world.  True Selves create; false selves imagine and project.  His world was presented as creative because things happen in make-believe that don’t happen in the real world, like talking animals and trolleys.  Yipee!

Mr. Rogers was simply projecting his own personality and issues on to outer characters so that he could stay calm and collected on the surface.  He could be good because the bad was out there, in make-believe.  Watching him, we were programmed to accept this sort of mind game as normal.

Mr. Roger’s characters don’t get along; and the king can be a royal asshole.  But Mr. Rogers is perfect, like God.  In Make Believe, we see the shadow of Mr. Roger’s mind; and like all good men, after Make Believe time, he gives us a moral lesson based on the bad behaviors of his characters.  It is the bullshit that is as old as the sands of time.


I Want My Fucking Dream Back

In the newly civilized world, the Lord’s (or King’s) dream became everyone’s dream.  The leaders wrote the myths, they turned off the people’s desires with beliefs, and they created reasons for the humans to serve them.

Much like today, these false leaders were the least creative men alive.  Their True Selves had big dreams, and their false selves had big limitations.  But they had strong wills and dangerously wicked power of influence.  Today these types of men run our countries, religions, businesses, and households.  We’re trained to believe they’re good; we don’t see that they are actually machines that look good and feel bad, creating confusion for those who still have feelings and emotions.

My husband was in the military for the first couple of years we were married.  For two years, I lived among the lowest forms of life I could imagine.  The soldiers all lacked spirit; they were programmed killing machines.  It showed me what people look like when no True Self remains exposed.  Military people aren’t heroes; they’re brainwashed actors playing roles in their leader’s drama.  War happens when people make beliefs more important than the truth (when they create Neighborhoods of Make Believe).  People who fight in them are the overrated products of false society who will kill their own brothers on command.  They need rehab, not medals of honor.  We don’t see this because we’re programmed too to support the troops.


Children and Repetition

Children appear to seek repetition.  But, children mirror their parent’s repetitive beliefs without effort because they’re marinating in the same sauce.  We learn in monkey see, monkey do fashion — memorize and repeat.  Children insert their authority figures’ rule books into their minds and follow them to the letter to avoid punishment.  When someone refuses to do this, they’re labeled bad or crazy.

OCD is the extreme of left-brain repetition.  The victim’s mind repeats the same meaningless instruction over and over.  OCD isn’t a disease; it’s a mind that won’t let go.  Leaders don’t tell us that we can let go because we wouldn’t be obedient slaves.  We’d invent our own fantasies and live our own dreams.  We’d write and direct our own stories instead of being walk-on characters in their drama.


Repetition Hits the Wall

Often we reach a point in our life where nothing external makes us happy anymore.  We’re sick of the status quo; tradition makes us vomit, and we find superficial conversations and social protocols intolerable.  Our True Self is screaming to do a U-turn and go back toward freedom.  If we don’t listen to this call, we get sick or die.  Death happens when the false self has snuffed out the last ray of hope for our dreams.  The True Self has no fear, so it simply prefers to start over.  But, it’s never too late.

The rules for moving toward the True Self are 180 degrees from the rules that we consider normal.  But we must watch for traps.  The new age was a big trap.  It  recycled old traditions, practices, and rituals.  Much like that 50’s skirt that looks cool after half a century, the old traditions seemed like radical change.  However, they were updated versions of the same old program, viruses included.

So if traditions and repetition got us into the illusory world, the way out is to break tradition and to shake things up.  We must challenge our thinking and let go of beliefs and limitations.  The outer changes along with the inner.  Simply changing the outer is no change at all; it is another form of deception.  Eventually, our True Self takes back the command; and we see it was all just a Neighborhood of Make Believe.


Caught in the trap of friends and family, read crabs in a pot article.

2 thoughts on “Repetition: The False Self’s Drug of Choice

  1. DeWet says:

    “Death happens when the false self has snuffed out the last ray of hope for our dreams”

    Hi Cathy

    Are you sure about this? It makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable which makes me question it.

    I must be misunderstanding it or it must be false because I’m feeling anger and fear arise at the thought.

    Can you please elaborate a bit on this for me?

    I struggle to believe that one can transcend physical death. To me this is complete fairy-tale stuff.

    Thank you.

    South Africa

    • Cathy says:

      Hi DeWet,
      Well I think you are taking this very much out of context. The article was on repetition, not immortality. But the initiates did claim that one could live as long as they wanted to live so long as they eliminated every second-cause thought of the false self. That’s not easy to do, and you aren’t going to do that with positive thinking or healthy lifestyle. So no, I wouldn’t say I’m sure about this. I wouldn’t say that about anything until I’ve proved it myself. However, I’ve not found their ideas to be wrong yet, once I understood them. And understanding them was tricky.

      Here is what I can say about this and I write about it in other articles. The design of the body-mind was a True Self, a false self that was submissive to the True Self all the time, and the body. The True Self is in power all the time, and it doesn’t know death. Only the false self knows of death. The false self in second-cause thinking (the fall) got turned to where it believes others. So it sees others die, and it presumes it must too. It sees others getting sick, and it presumes it must too. It accepts it as a truth because it thinks that what it sees is true. But what we see is only real. Most of what we see comes from beliefs, not the truth. Or we’d be seeing heaven on earth all the time. We’d not even listen to someone who talks about war, disease, or poverty. We’d hold them as a false leader and get rid of them.

      What the initiates claimed is very win-win. It makes sense that a True Self would not die because they can just create a new experience. There is nothing to escape from. I suspect you are holding death in mind as something that is true. And in my experience, challenging such a truth is win-win for everyone. The false self could never conceive of something beyond death because it is all about death. It’s job is to put the death belief into our mind. But everyone is afraid of death, and fear is an emotion. And I’ve never found something true that caused emotion. But some beliefs are very popular and persistent so you have to work at them for a long time. All I can personally say is that as I’ve let go on this topic and other topics that are related, I can sometimes see why people died. I can often see the belief that is causing the situation. But they can’t see it, and if their beliefs are too strong, they don’t want to know. Sadly, often people who say they love another are the cause of the belief that is killing their loved one. The false self is a death machine. It doesn’t want to admit it however. If the person who is dying knew how to let go and did it, they would get well. I feel certain this is what happens when a so-called miracle occurs. The person just gives up, and they drop their false thinking. It also relates to roles. People die in a feminine role. And eventually, even a king will end up in a feminine role when he has to submit to a doctor with no cure. But that is the illusion. Beliefs have a limitation. The True Self has no limitation so why would it have death.

      I’d ask yourself what you think about this. I suspect my comment has brought some beliefs up for you that you could let go. That’s why you feel fear and anger when I said it. I don’t see how such a comment could make you angry. But it could bring up fear and anger at people who made you believe certain things about death. Those are in the false self, and if you let them go, you might see that what I suggest isn’t a fairy tale in fact what might be a fairy tale is that we can die. We don’t know until we completely let go. I’ll let you know when I get there. Hope that helps. Cathy

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