Introduction to the King and his story

Okay, here’s the short story but you should read the long story, i think its really interesting

Official Name: Tan Jun Yang
Age: As of 2008, 17 years old
Sex: Male
Financial situation: Always has more than enough
Health situation: Always perfectly healthy
Current purpose in life: To live life courageously, enjoying it as an adventure, raising the consciousness of thyself and people
Contact details: Too popular, you’ll have to post a comment for my assistant to notify me

And there’s the history! The long story downstairs

 

Yo, i just came across this

They come into the world with a feeling of royalty (and often act like it)

They have a feeling of “deserving to be here,” and are surprised when others don’t share that. Self-worth is not a big issue. They often tell the parents “who they are.” They have difficulty with absolute authority (authority without explanation or choice).

They simply will not do certain things; for example, waiting in line is difficult for them.

They get frustrated with systems that are ritually oriented and don’t require creative thought.

They often see better ways of doing things, both at home and in school, which makes them seem like “system busters” (nonconforming to any system).

They seem antisocial unless they are with their own kind. If there are no others of like consciousness around them, they often turn inward, feeling like no other human understands them. School is often extremely difficult for them socially.

They will not respond to “guilt” discipline (“Wait till your father gets home and finds out what you did”).

They are not shy in letting you know what they need.

Erm, these don’t exactly  describe me but there are a few similarities

Over the years (the last two years especially), i’ve grown tremendously in terms of consciousness and courage. I currently am interested in testing my limits, seeing how far my voice can go. As of 2008, i’m 17 years old and for the past 17 years, i’ve never bothered to really test authority. I’ve always accepted the government, society, and my parents and lived my life to their rules until the past 2 years.

From 0-6 years old, i spent an enjoyable time as a toddler, without a care in the world, not feeling any pride or knowing the importance of being first in my kindergarden for 2 years running.

From 7-8, got stuck in a shithole of a West View primary school and in my memory, i didn’t enjoy that place. Began to care more about how people looked upon me and began to care about grades and shit. One memory that comes to my mind is the math teacher putting me in a condescending postion for spelling forty as fourty. At 7-8 years old!! Ridiculous. Another memory i have is of the bloody teachers saying we were primary school kids and not in kingerdargen anymore whenever they punished us. Oh and at primary 2, they said we were no longer primary 1 and it was time to grow up lol. Oh yes, and the beginning of rivalrieds as i remember me and my allies fighting our enemies with stapler bullets

9 years old changed school to concord and had a lovely teacher called Miss Ruhaya (now mrs as far as i know). Made some friends there, but none were really close, and became infatuated with a girl called jiahui who currently rejected the offer to be my concubine but promised she would look out for promising ones. Discovered i was a genius or what people commonly term gepper and this time, felt some pride in being deemed as somewhat intellectually superior. Was first introduced to football too and decided my favourite player was michael owen.

Switched to a primary school which had a gepper system and in my first year there, made more friends but again, none of them close except a busmate called muquan. We’d take the bus to school and back everyday and got along real well. In my second year, had a really cool class which was really enjoyable and fun to be in. One of the best years in my primary school days. Oh, at this point of time, started paying attention to my looks and all and decided i was wonderfully handsome, a perfect complement to my genius and humility.

In primary 6 i heard the message of “no acting like a kid, you’re primary 6 already” whenever teachers wished to dish out punishment. Made really close friends like Edwin and John and a junior called Thomas. On hindsight, i find it rather amusing that PSLE was just any other test to us and the experience of PSLE being extremely stressful is rather foreign to me. So…slowly gained my independence throughout all the past 11 years and i was about to move on to the “real deal”, secondary school mmm. Oh oh, and i became infatuated with Zheng Ning who had a short-lived period of fame on campus superstar or something but the infatuation ended suddenly-> It went back to jiahui woo!!

All along, i lived life one day at a time. Life had been pretty okay, nothing exciting, not great but nothin stressful too. Sort of like being hypnotized into a contented, unrebellious, unquestioning state. Who knew that the real hypnosis would come in secondary school.

Secondary 1 and 2 were wonderful. Had a really rocking class, especially in sec 2 where we bonded extremely closely and made more close friends; minjian, fabian to add to my list of close friends yo. Football became an even bigger part of my life and this is what people term the adolescent stage, where we try to search for an identity. Aha, and trying to find it was what contributed to my problems in life at this stage. I became concerned about my looks with ankle socks or no socks yo!, how i did in football, not caring in grades at all although when i did well i enjoyed the ego boost, Looked upon myself as a genuinely nice, funny person who was pretty damn cool and good looking and superior!

I remembered i’d sometimes spend 20 minutes doing up my hair and end up being LATE FOR SCHOOL! Funny! And i also remember how in my mind, i would go “damn, i’m so embarassed, i look so bad” in the bus and completely look down, trying to hide my face when my hair wasn’t good. See, the problem here was that in trying to form a ssense of identity, i constructed my image of a “good football player, a good looking guy, an intelligent guy, superior to most people” and when i lived up to it, i felt good and when i didn’t i became miserable.

In sec 3, changed classes and life wasn’t that enjoyable no longer! People who played court appeared less often! I matured slightly in the sense that i put more emphasis on my studies now. But time felt as if it passed so fast. But by a tremendous stroke of luck, or maybe it was my spirit guides who led me to it, i found stevepavlina’s site which woke me up from the hypnosis i had been put under!

I realised i had been hypnotized to fear! To feel stressful! To feel the need to compete! Hypnotized with the notions of being realistic, of notions of what bein realistic meant! Previously, i thought my life could go xxx…now i realised an infinite number of x’s couldn’t cover the scope of what i could achieve. I began to have the courage…what courage!?

The courage to ask strange, awkward questions! Why can’t i say that? Why is this unrealistic? Who said it was unrealistic? Have these people even tried reaching for the stars before claiming the stars were out of reach? What can i really achieve? The courage to say “fuck these limitations, i’m reaching for the stars!” The courage to live on your own terms rather than what society has hypnotized you into believing.

All along, i thought i could only pursue xxx career paths. But not now! I also made the discovery of the law of attraction and empowered by courage, i set the goal of becoming a liverpool footballer. I had thrown off much of the shackles of society…but not all. Oh and i remember the euphoria of winning the first RI-HCI shield!

From the sec 3 end of year holidays to the entire sec 4, i trained nearly everyday to improve my skills. I began to feel that i had to get there. The LOA gave me many, many signs and coincidences that it was helping me become a liverpool footballer. One of the most remarkable sign was when i was just walking aimlessly around the library, i decided to look at a bookshelf and the title of the book GLARED at me. The book was i think about Steven Gerrard or something related to liverpool fc. And if randomly walking around the library, looking at a paritcular bookshelf and having that title glare at me was not enough coincidence, how about factoring the odds of the book being placed in the WRONG SECTION where it was not supposed to be at.

I really believed in it and turned up for things like prime league training with woodlands wellington and shit. But what i ddin’t notice was that football had gradually turned into the very same shackle i thought i had broken free of. After the sec 4 RI-HCI shield which we lost, our attention turned to A div and day by day, match by match, i began to become sick of football. It no longer was the inspiring, exciting, goal i pursued, but rather, a dreary, heavy burden i had decided to carry.

I stopped enjoying the game and consequently, felt pressure, anxiety, and my form suffered. I became burnt-out, became frustrated with football and life seemed to be going downhill!!!!!!!!!

Enter The Power of Now!

When i reached J1, i got another major catalyst. The book told me the simplest of truths that broke me out of the deepest hypnotic states i had even been put in. The sense of identity. Why do we need a sense of identity? Why did i expect the best out of myself? Why had bein a liverpool footballer become such an important but heavy burden to me? Because it was everything i stood for, or so i thought. I thought that it was me. I was the liverpool footballer and i had to be it. If not, i’d be …what?

Why did i resist the moment, what is? Why do we resist it!?!??! Why are we concerned about our looks or our performance? Because they are part of our identities. We judge ourselves upon these things because we identify themselves with these things. But what if we tore thiese things apart and looked at what was left, the untearable, the permanent, the one that is always present. What is there? Presence, awareness, consciousness, our true selves.

Not what society expects us to be, not what our friends expect us to be, not even what we expect ourselves to be. It just us. We are as we are. There’s no need to live up to anyone’s expectations, no need to achieve or accomplish this or that! We can just be. Be who we are and accept who we are!

And with that, all the dreariness fell away. Truly, all the shackles had been thrown off. Sure, some of them still cling onto me, but with each passing moment, more and more are being destroyed.

With these experiences, the King can finally express his true, authentic self! Bound no longer by false fears! Bound no longer by unnecessary expectations! The freedom to do whatver he wants! True power! And now the King is going to develop his true power.

The King’s next steps are psychic development as well as testing the limits of law and authority. He had been hypnotized into conforming, into fearing, into not even thinking about challenging the government and all of its laws, regulations and structures. He had been entrapped by his own mind as well as the collective. HE WAS HYPNOTIZED INTO A SLUMBER BUT THE KING HAS AWAKENED, BRINGING HIS SERVANTS LIKE TAG YUJIE WITH HIM

He has learnt from fellow kings such as steve pavlina, mike adams, abraham lincoln and all the real rulers of their lives. For when you have the freedom and the power to control your own life, you are the true ruler oft he world.

This blog shall detail the King’s treatises and wisdom of which all peasants, sheep and servants may read until they awaken to their own royal greatness!!

 

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