Father Blake Britton is brilliant and Brandon Vogt is a great interviewer. They present a complex, often confusing, and not often concrete topic wonderfully with many interesting and useful points of view.
I struggle with finding "manly" activities to do with my sons because my father wasn't really there during my adolescence. I would love to learn more so I can show them more like fishing, hunting, hiking, carpentry, but I'm not confident in my own abilities. Any suggestions or advice for me?
Play is harder work than work. You don't survive by, or get paid for, playing, so it is harder for you to do than your job is. If you play you are not doing what you need to survive, and so play is deadly and takes discipline and internal fortitude. So it takes more power and strength to work up the unction or gumption to play. You need more drive, more motive, to play than you need to work. It's not for the faint hearted, and just like useless non-activity such as thinking, it is not for the weak minded. Thus you use up more energy undertaking in it. So it is more difficult for you and on you. But you automatically survive. You were born surviving, so it's not a choice. You were born that way. Your bladder knows to the do the job of emptying out so you live on with no effort on your part, just as your heart and breathing get the job done with not much notice from and by you. If he plays all day and plays with his food with his tongue and makes swallowing it into some timing game will he be taking himself out and he must be stopped for the children's sake?
The real me don't talk. Talking is an effort of mine, work, not my natural way, but a put on, an act, not being, not how I was born, not a function of the body or the stars, but artificial, of the imagination, art, from in my mind, not from in time. I wasn't born walking; it's not my natural way, it's a choice, in my mind, a spiritual way, like building ships.
They take problems, not fun and jesting and vacations and resting, seriously, as if problems are a burden to them. They work on themselves, like they are problems for them they are trying to fix and solve, things they hate having to deal with. They take themselves seriously, just as though they are burdens they carry around with them wherever they go. They take vacations happily, not seriously. I'm a vacation and a jest, not things they take seriously. They go out of their way to avoid me, the break and the jesting, and stick to themselves, to what is serious, to what burdens them. Letting go is loss, losing something. Letting go, a loss, makes you feel comfortable, good, like you gained peace and some much required rest was added to your busy schedule. They hate problems, the serious things. They steady stay serious and see themselves as important, as what is serious, as the thing they hate and need in their lives, not as tomfoolery, nonsensical, useless, a waste of time, fun, a pleasure to be around, resting. I don't work on myself, I fool around with myself. I'm not a job, a hassle for me, a heavy burden to take of and finish off once and for all and complete, I'm a joke, humor, a human, playing around, laying still, playing dead, jesting, a jest, the jester, the king and queens colorful showy crowns and gowns, no problem, not serious, but a break, a thing to be taken lightly, not a fix, a task to go through the motions of and to pound and knock out as fast as possible and forget for the rest of the day, to get over, and be done with, on time and as planned and according to schedule. They don't have any time for goofing around. They got time for the serious thing, for the thing that concerns them and makes them stay up at night and lose sleep, for themselves. Resting, the peaceful, is boring to them. They like thrashing around, the dramatic, the scary movie, the horror, trouble, terror, pain, suffering; that gets them going and turns them on and catches their eye and attention and gets them excited and the juices and blood flowing and brings them joy and pleasure and contentment. Peace and quiet bores and saddens them; they are in despair over it. So they give themselves a job to do, a burden to carry out; they place a problem on themselves to solve. That makes them happy and brings tears of joy to their eyes, frightens them and fills them with joy and wonder and leaves them in amazement and awe, like trying to get through a crazy maze on a grand heroic romantic dangerous adventure to rescue the princess from the wicked clown king's hidden lair that's layered with traps set to snatch their souls away from god's rest and play. When you don't care about the drugs and money you'll conserve them without trying to, and not run through them real quick. But when you are very careful with them, you'll be full of cares about them, and blame them for that and so use them up real fast like you got to be somewhere so important instead, thinking that getting rid of them will take away your cares. But you remove them and the carefulness remains, and so you rush to buy or make more in hopes that they will take away you cares and concerns this time around and work on and for you.
I try to clear things up. They say that's me trying to cause trouble. Then they look to run from me to go through the trouble of finding a relationship to get in, and to be troubled over the thought of their partner leaving them or getting hurt or dying, they run to look for those troubling things and to cause themselves trouble. They cause themselves trouble by going through the trouble to find and keep a job that they are troubled about getting out bed for, and troubled about losing. They look for the money and dead objects that they trouble themselves about not getting or having or keeping. They don't want to clear things up. They like the dark, being hidden, the mystery, the confusion, the trouble. They don't want the light to shine on them and show them and all others the dust and grim grime and imperfections on them and in their mind. They look to get famous and complain about the attention the fame brings. They look to go to school and trouble themselves, their mind, over not getting out of class early or having a day off. They look to be by themselves and look for rest, and look to say they're bored with those things and trouble their mind with trying to figure out how to make those things fun and enjoyable, or with trying to get away from those things and get to work, to that which they cause their minds to be troubled over. They're troubled with people controlling them, and run and rush to get a government and a doctor to control their lives so they don't get hurt.
I don't follow god, he follows me wherever I go. In a perfect world you would not try to undercut yourself. But you are imperfect and so out to get yourself and make yourself follow your rules and stick to your plan when you get fed up with being where you wanted to be but can't get yourself out of now and save and help yourself from.
Your flaws and weakness and seriousness and limited energy and tiredness and boredom are trouble for you; pointing them out is saying what reality is, not causing that reality, but targeting the trouble so it can be precisely and clearly hots (last letter goes first) down and skilled (getting around strict uptight scared and worried, imprisoned under the men with the gold and guns intimidation tactics, youtube prudes rules by adding an 's' to the start of the word) off and done away with. If you can't see the target, how do you expect and plan on hitting it dealdive (alive combined with the other word that deals a 'd' first at it's beginning) on the right spot to eliminate it?
People make the rules. And people, the folks, go where the doe, the folklore, is, not where the morals and right way are. So, the guys with the gold, through their subjects and agents, make the rules and have the system's ways and flow, which you feed your head with everyday that have given you peace of mind and has not driven you insane and to the pharmacist to mask and band aid over that insanity, under their control, but don't rule nature and god.
Go on father Blake and Brandon. Excellent video. We enjoyed it in family.
Father Blake Britton is brilliant and Brandon Vogt is a great interviewer. They present a complex, often confusing, and not often concrete topic wonderfully with many interesting and useful points of view.
Thanks for your shared knowledge! Let's be saints!
Yeah you are right my brother
It would be awesome to see an episode dedicated to nature and our call as human beings to embrace it.
Phenomenal. True masculinity is always positive, holy, and beautiful. Thank you for this episode, brother!
I struggle with finding "manly" activities to do with my sons because my father wasn't really there during my adolescence. I would love to learn more so I can show them more like fishing, hunting, hiking, carpentry, but I'm not confident in my own abilities. Any suggestions or advice for me?
Play is harder work than work. You don't survive by, or get paid for, playing, so it is harder for you to do than your job is. If you play you are not doing what you need to survive, and so play is deadly and takes discipline and internal fortitude. So it takes more power and strength to work up the unction or gumption to play. You need more drive, more motive, to play than you need to work. It's not for the faint hearted, and just like useless non-activity such as thinking, it is not for the weak minded. Thus you use up more energy undertaking in it. So it is more difficult for you and on you. But you automatically survive. You were born surviving, so it's not a choice. You were born that way. Your bladder knows to the do the job of emptying out so you live on with no effort on your part, just as your heart and breathing get the job done with not much notice from and by you. If he plays all day and plays with his food with his tongue and makes swallowing it into some timing game will he be taking himself out and he must be stopped for the children's sake?
The real me don't talk. Talking is an effort of mine, work, not my natural way, but a put on, an act, not being, not how I was born, not a function of the body or the stars, but artificial, of the imagination, art, from in my mind, not from in time.
I wasn't born walking; it's not my natural way, it's a choice, in my mind, a spiritual way, like building ships.
They take problems, not fun and jesting and vacations and resting, seriously, as if problems are a burden to them. They work on themselves, like they are problems for them they are trying to fix and solve, things they hate having to deal with. They take themselves seriously, just as though they are burdens they carry around with them wherever they go.
They take vacations happily, not seriously. I'm a vacation and a jest, not things they take seriously. They go out of their way to avoid me, the break and the jesting, and stick to themselves, to what is serious, to what burdens them.
Letting go is loss, losing something. Letting go, a loss, makes you feel comfortable, good, like you gained peace and some much required rest was added to your busy schedule.
They hate problems, the serious things. They steady stay serious and see themselves as important, as what is serious, as the thing they hate and need in their lives, not as tomfoolery, nonsensical, useless, a waste of time, fun, a pleasure to be around, resting.
I don't work on myself, I fool around with myself.
I'm not a job, a hassle for me, a heavy burden to take of and finish off once and for all and complete, I'm a joke, humor, a human, playing around, laying still, playing dead, jesting, a jest, the jester, the king and queens colorful showy crowns and gowns, no problem, not serious, but a break, a thing to be taken lightly, not a fix, a task to go through the motions of and to pound and knock out as fast as possible and forget for the rest of the day, to get over, and be done with, on time and as planned and according to schedule.
They don't have any time for goofing around. They got time for the serious thing, for the thing that concerns them and makes them stay up at night and lose sleep, for themselves.
Resting, the peaceful, is boring to them. They like thrashing around, the dramatic, the scary movie, the horror, trouble, terror, pain, suffering; that gets them going and turns them on and catches their eye and attention and gets them excited and the juices and blood flowing and brings them joy and pleasure and contentment.
Peace and quiet bores and saddens them; they are in despair over it. So they give themselves a job to do, a burden to carry out; they place a problem on themselves to solve. That makes them happy and brings tears of joy to their eyes, frightens them and fills them with joy and wonder and leaves them in amazement and awe, like trying to get through a crazy maze on a grand heroic romantic dangerous adventure to rescue the princess from the wicked clown king's hidden lair that's layered with traps set to snatch their souls away from god's rest and play.
When you don't care about the drugs and money you'll conserve them without trying to, and not run through them real quick. But when you are very careful with them, you'll be full of cares about them, and blame them for that and so use them up real fast like you got to be somewhere so important instead, thinking that getting rid of them will take away your cares. But you remove them and the carefulness remains, and so you rush to buy or make more in hopes that they will take away you cares and concerns this time around and work on and for you.
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I try to clear things up. They say that's me trying to cause trouble. Then they look to run from me to go through the trouble of finding a relationship to get in, and to be troubled over the thought of their partner leaving them or getting hurt or dying, they run to look for those troubling things and to cause themselves trouble.
They cause themselves trouble by going through the trouble to find and keep a job that they are troubled about getting out bed for, and troubled about losing.
They look for the money and dead objects that they trouble themselves about not getting or having or keeping.
They don't want to clear things up. They like the dark, being hidden, the mystery, the confusion, the trouble. They don't want the light to shine on them and show them and all others the dust and grim grime and imperfections on them and in their mind.
They look to get famous and complain about the attention the fame brings.
They look to go to school and trouble themselves, their mind, over not getting out of class early or having a day off.
They look to be by themselves and look for rest, and look to say they're bored with those things and trouble their mind with trying to figure out how to make those things fun and enjoyable, or with trying to get away from those things and get to work, to that which they cause their minds to be troubled over.
They're troubled with people controlling them, and run and rush to get a government and a doctor to control their lives so they don't get hurt.
I don't follow god, he follows me wherever I go.
In a perfect world you would not try to undercut yourself. But you are imperfect and so out to get yourself and make yourself follow your rules and stick to your plan when you get fed up with being where you wanted to be but can't get yourself out of now and save and help yourself from.
Your flaws and weakness and seriousness and limited energy and tiredness and boredom are trouble for you; pointing them out is saying what reality is, not causing that reality, but targeting the trouble so it can be precisely and clearly hots (last letter goes first) down and skilled (getting around strict uptight scared and worried, imprisoned under the men with the gold and guns intimidation tactics, youtube prudes rules by adding an 's' to the start of the word) off and done away with.
If you can't see the target, how do you expect and plan on hitting it dealdive (alive combined with the other word that deals a 'd' first at it's beginning) on the right spot to eliminate it?
People make the rules. And people, the folks, go where the doe, the folklore, is, not where the morals and right way are. So, the guys with the gold, through their subjects and agents, make the rules and have the system's ways and flow, which you feed your head with everyday that have given you peace of mind and has not driven you insane and to the pharmacist to mask and band aid over that insanity, under their control, but don't rule nature and god.