Spinning Plates On A Tightrope

I’ve not been very consistent with this blog thus far, as I’m sure 99% of people who start one have commented before me, but I’m not going to let this website fall into disuse.

I paid for this motherfucker, and I hate wasting my money. Plus, I intend to change the world, and I need a platform form which to enact my plans of world improvement.

Thing is, I’ve also started a podcast, and I’m figuring out how I want to craft it, the limits of my current abilities in doing so and the constraints on my time.

This is really the crux of the matter. How much time can I spend on each endeavor, and is that enough time to ensure the minimum level of quality I expect from myself before I publish to the world.

Here’s the thing though, I have ideas about how often I want to be able to unleash my creations on the world, but it appears to be unrealistic. I’m not a lazy man, nor do I squander my time on frivolous activities on more than a very rare basis.

So, I’m left with a couple of choices, do I downsize the number of projects that I’m engaging with to make room for a more frequent delivery of content in less venues, or do I continue on with all of them and accept the timing for what it is.

Another factor is this, I promised to have TWO ebooks written and published by the end of this month. One of them, a collaborative effort with my brothers James P. Dowling (@jamespdowling) and Garrett Dailey (@libera_rex), is written and is being edited and formatted currently.

The other book, a work aimed at helping you to increase your mental capacity call Uncommon Mentality, is being written. I’m on a tight deadline, because I aim to meet my promise, and it is eating all my project time. Once it is complete, there will be a lot more time to devote to the podcast and blog.

So, I’m going to stay the course. I’ve got another couple weeks of craziness as I get this book finished and out to the world, and then I can settle into a more scheduled and balanced creative routine. I’ll be devoting specific days to working on the podcast, to working on a full-length book I’ve promised by the 4th of July, and to sending out my weekly email.

The blog will see a nearly daily contribution. I want to share who I am with you on many levels, and this blog is a place to show you the diversity and depth of my interests. It’s also a great place for me to teach tools, and to share with you I might share with friends (were I to have any, hehe).

So, stay tuned to my world, because I’m doing a ton of shit and I’m excited to share it with you. Keep your patience with me, because I’ll have much more energy and time available to devote to this blog and the Logocentrifugal podcast in the near future.

Until then, back to work on the book and sporadic bursts of other creative stuff.

Chance Lunceford – Logocentrifugal

A Dreamer Darkly

By Chance Lunceford – Logocentrifugal

The source of our beginning, par for course we’re born forgetting, sets the oarsman t’wards the getting to the task that they are known for, and we vanish from the home shore.

Cold war is taking place inside the mind, so we mold more masks to hide our face so we don’t show more facts than we can face for fear of laughter and disgrace but that comes back to bite our asses, and then we either pass the blame or seek to find the answers.

The cancers of the modern world have formed up tumors plenty, because of all the space that’s claimed for promises then emptied, and also for the constant work perfecting endless tempting.

Bereft of warp the weft was left to court infinity alone; what was once weave and woven was pressed to leave the home and test the taste of freedom grown inside a petri dish of moldy test effects on cultures fed on centralized perfecter threats that grow in size and never get enough until they die.

We try to get by and set by a nice store, for threats might require more, we then try to pile hoards, forgetting why we started. The sun is setting on our hard-hearted selfish getting mine’s why I started, ’cause the heavens parted, and led me to you.

You led me to proof that never-ending truth and love are truly just the same a game for movements of the courses of the forces sent to choose and run, the rules are choose in some or lose in some and ask, “But why’s all the rum gone?”

Perhaps because you drank it all, I guess you couldn’t take is all, you found it hard to face it all, the face of your disgrace and fall, you couldn’t stand the pace at all, unraveled laces trace the falls of traveled days in thankless thrall to graveled graceless claims to all, dismantled aims will train to stall, just cattle slain in an endless train of pain contained and trained to never deviate from single-file slaughter, just heed the beck and call.

You’d rather guarantee your losses and fall in, than gather all your chips and go all in, then wonder why the plunder barely sees your ship before the raiders show, all grins, and put a gun up to your head while they gather what they wish.

If someone tries to tell you that this was really all your fault, you’ll tell them that they’re evil, that their words are all assault. Then you’ll try to find a way to hide your mind from time you take to find the minds both fine and great and bind them with the crimes you make to justify the alms you take, you must because you sob and ache. It’s not stealing when you rob and take if the feelings in the mob you make are mostly in agreement.

You hunger for the lies you’re told, and line up for the lies you’re sold, at least you know that ice is cold each time that you’re left in it. You’re thankful that the razorblades were really rather finely made, it made it easy to just slice away your service to the future.

Of course all this is just a dream, you still have time, adjust your aim and trust that truth will find a way to gift you with your name. Your claim on all that isn’t yours was training making prisons for complaining aching bitter hoards without the need for buildings. The choice is yours to live your life in efforts aimed to gift your light to those who’s eyes can see the sight and follow your example.

The extent to which you’re in alignment is the extent to which you win assignments from the mind that tries to climb up from the pit where lies can find us to the sky where lives can fly up high enough to fit the sight of all that can be seen within our vision.

Make this your mission.

Freedom and What to Do With It: A Perspective on the New Year

2019 is upon us. There’s something inherent in the idea of a new year that seems to bring a longing to be something more than we are out in most of us. The fact that this wellspring of desire for growth is so ubiquitous leads me to think that there’s more to it than mere lip service.

There exists within each of us seeds of greatness, whether or not they will germinate and the vigor of their growth remains in our hands. If we continually fail to feed the soil, to mismanage the water, and to salt the earth, we can expect the seeds to wither and fail to grow.

If we have motivation, we can see the seeds germinate, and rejoice at the appearance of the seedlings, but without discipline, we’ll fail to keep the seedlings alive, and they will wither and die.

If we’ve motivation and discipline, we can see the seedlings grow into saplings, but without direction they will grow stunted and disfigured, because we won’t guide them to reach for the light.

If we put all three together (motivation, discipline and direction), then we can sprout the seeds of greatness, we can guide them safely through their infancy, and see them grow to be tall and straight trees in a forest of greatness.

Each new year delivers to us a fresh crop of seeds, and the care and dedication we attend to them with determines what new life will grow within us.

This is the seed (yes, intended) of the New Year’s Resolution phenomenon. It is the recognition of cycles, and the opportunities that come with the completion of one and the emergence of another, that drive so many to make promises to themselves about their future.

Problem is, as so many have noted before, there is little correlation between the promises you make in January and the actions you take during the course of the year. This is not a healthy cycle.

Why?

Because deception starts within, but it does not stay there, and it begins to infect every facet of your life. Not only that, but when you fail to meet the standards you set for yourself, your self-worth plummets. This can lead to a cascade of destruction, of yourself and otherwise.

This is nothing you want, because if your mistakes and broken promises are hard to bear now, imagine how difficult it will be to face them after they’ve multiplied and intensified. This is the reason so few make it out of the addiction to living in the pit of despair.

At least in the pit, you’re surrounded by suffering, and this familiarity allows you a certain measure of comfort. Plus, if you descend deep enough into the pit, you can’t see the light anymore, and it’s easier to tell yourself that it doesn’t exist.

I would suggest that this failure to act in a manner in line with the dreams of the new year is in large part due to a lack of effective planning. It is not enough to write down a few things you’d like to be better at, and leave it at that. You must be more detailed.

In that light, here’s an advanced New Year’s Resolution exercise for you.

New Years Resolutions +++:

  • Write down 5-10 tasks. TASKS. Not some ineffable concept or generalized category of life, but actual things that you can DO. There should be short-mid-long term tasks on there. You don’t want to burn out by loading up the front end of the year, and you don’t want to procrastinate and pretend you’ll start later. Pick one to start on today, and spread the rest out across the year.
  • Chunk them out. This means breaking each task down into smaller steps, that you can accomplish in one day. If you’ve a schedule in mind (which you often should), then break your task down into the amount of days you want to have it done in, minus 10-15% Why the cutback? Because you’ll likely run into unforeseen events, and you’ll need the extra time to meet your own deadlines.
  • Start today, and keep in mind that all you’re doing each day is accomplishing that day’s chunks. It’s cool to keep your dream in mind, but don’t let the magnitude of the goal overwhelm you. If you continue to make progress towards a certain task, then you WILL eventually reach it. This is an imperative.

That’s it. A simple plan of attack, with easily measured metrics, and a sound strategy for accomplishing your mission. All that remains is for you to soldier on, but that becomes much easier when you have direction. Remember the seeds, they need to know what to grow towards.

You’ve already got the motivation, else you wouldn’t be interested in the resolutions in the first place. All that remains is the discipline.

So, what is discipline?

It is guiding your actions towards your chosen goals, and within your chosen principles, regardless of the circumstances. Keep in mind, nobody has perfect discipline. This is a hopeful message, because this means that everybody has room to improve their discipline.

If you fall, get back up. If you fail, try again. This is the only way to grow. Yes, life is hard. Yes, it will spin you and flip you and batter you.

So what? What are you going to do about it?

Feel sorry for yourself and wallow in self-pity is an option. But not an acceptable one, and if you’re doing this now, you must stop. You’ll destroy yourself and your relationships with all you love if you continue that way.

What you must do is stand up, face the destructive forces in your life with lifted chin and straight back, then laugh. Laugh at your mortality, then carry on. This is all you can do, and anything less than your all will disturb and perturb your self-worth. We’ve talked about what that can do.

Don’t do that.

Give your all every day, chunk out your goals, and get after them. If you do this, in less time than you might think, your life will look very different than it does today. And much better.

Remember, the destructive habits that you engage in have obvious consequences. If you apply the same habitual and methodical behavior to your constructive actions as you do to your negative ones, the consequences will be just as obvious.

In closing, simply this:

I believe in you, you can do this, and you’ve no reason not to.

Proceed.

Chance Lunceford – Logocentrifugal

A Rough and Rant-y Tirade On Modern Journalism

You know, my friend, it’s a sad state of affairs when such a trite, overtly biased agenda infiltrates the journalistic culture of an entire nation. And no, before you get your panties in a twist, I’m not referring to the puppets on the left or the puppets on the right. I’m referring to the fact that they’re all puppets.

We’ve got CNN or MSNBC on the left pretending they’re Andy Rooney with a common sense approach to their reporting, and a sense of humor to keep it from getting too dry, whilst losing all the substance and actual investigative initiative that made Andy such a treasure for so many years. They’ve instead replaced it with the agendas of the collectivists and the bankers, both of whom want to remove your ability to make decisions for yourself.

We’ve also got FOX NEWS or Breitbart or any of the other cronies on the right, pretending to give a fuck about anything but defending the agendas of the globo-corps and the biggest sharks on Wall Street, both of whom want to exploit your addictive pathways to extract your wealth returning nothing of substance for the price.

They’re all beyond fraudulent in their claims of being news or journalism outlets and have instead become dumbed-down to the lowest-common-denominator entertainment providers on par with E! or Keeping Up with the Kardashians. It’s no small wonder that those with any measure of intelligence have been flocking to alternative sources for their media needs and news information resources for more than a decade.

Those who still engage with these charlatans posing as journalists, and are under, say, 55 years old, are typically doing so for entertainment needs and for finding a little inflammatory story to have a bit of fun with. Either that or to engage in a little recreational outrage. I’m sure this helps everybody get just butt-hurt enough to torch any political conversations with those of differing opinions.

If we’re going to burn something, let’s burn the television system to ground. Let us not forget, it took a cataclysm to kill off the dinosaurs to make way for the mammals. I think it’s high time the dinosaurs in the evolution of journalism and entertainment met with their own cataclysmic end. Then we could open up the bandwidth they’ve been hogging for far to long to systems that actually serve the public in the way that they choose to interface with their entertainment and information needs.

Otherwise, as should be obvious by now, what we see is a broadcast system that does not represent the best interests, opinions, or preferred information delivery mechanisms for its audience, but is instead controlled, carefully guarded and intentionally crafted by an unholy trinity of big-money, big-business and big-government in order to keep you distracted and to retard your critical thinking and logic skills.

This is done so that they can control the narrative on any issue that may arise, anywhere in the world. They offer you two orchestrated sides to issues, pushed all the way to the extremes, which keep those who participate constantly outraged over identical issues on either side with an ever-rotating cast of characters centered around shit that is anything but relevant to the actual lives that almost all of us live.

That’s called oligarchical manipulation of information and is one of, if not the, most powerful tools of tyranny that has ever existed. With the advent of complex and very advanced Memetic and Narrative Warfare strategies and technologies, the new battlefield of modern warfare has taken shape. Many don’t even realize they have volunteered to be the bullet-stoppers in the great War of the World’s Words.

Don’t be a punk. Open your eyes, ask questions and follow the money. And for God’s sake, turn off the fucking broadcast.

Rant Complete,

Chance Lunceford – Logocentrifugal

Wind It Up

I promised to have this site up by January 1, 2019.

Check.

I’ve got this bad-boy running, and I’m here to shake up the world. There are a lot of folks out there interested in subverting the truth to suit their own agendas or to keep their minds from the effort necessary to contend with the often harsh realities that accompany the truth.

I’m not one of those folks. I’m here to bring you the truth as I see it, to examine all manner of subjects, and to be more ruthless with my own flaws and failures of understanding than I am with anybody else’s.

You see, the weight of the truth is formidable indeed, but it can be lifted as long as you’re honest and willing to put forth the effort. The weight of deception, however, is a crushing weight that can only be lifted by returning to the truth and facing the consequences of your lies.

I don’t get crushed.

I lift the stones of truth to harden myself against the pressures of a twisted and corrupted world. To wrestle with the truth requires a mind of steel, bones like stones, and a well-woven soul.

If you lack a strong mind, the voices of corruption will taint your thoughts. If you lack strong bones, especially your back-bones, then the pressures of life will crush you. If you lack a strong soul, then your purpose and your message will be hidden from you, and you’ll be lost in a sea of confusion and subversion.

This must not happen.

This is why I’m here. To show you a path away from weakness, from deception, and ultimately a path away from destruction. I’ll be using the cornerstones of unvarnished truth, pointed humor, the multi-layered power of metaphor, and the life-bringing light of practical guidance to steer you back to the proper path and to strengthen your ability to walk it.

Who am I to be claiming to be able to teach you such things? How am I so sure that I can help you on your journey?

Because, I used to get crushed by dishonesty and failure at every turn. I’m a man who failed to be honest, with himself and the world around him, and who became a destroyer of the kindness and good faith that was heaped upon him in spades.

I was once a veritable monster, and now I am not. The reason I am not is because I chose not to be, had a lot of help along the way, then learned and did all that was required to shape myself into the man I am proud to be today.

Who am I today?

I am a daily writer, a physical beast, a man relied upon by many to get the job done, and a man with a purpose and mission to deliver the tools, skills, and psychology required for anybody to climb from the pit of despair, clean the dirt from their essence, and to begin to walk the path of light once more.

Most importantly though, I am a husband and father, and my desire to help heal the world is firmly rooted in my desire to do whatever is within my power to see that the world my family lives and grows within is as good and kind and true as possible.

My family is the reason that I am here sharing my heart with you. I want my daughters to know that if you lead from the heart, you can make a real impact in the lives of those you touch. I know this to be true, because it has worked on me, and I’ve seen and contributed to it working on others.

And so, dear reader, I leave you with this:

Stay engaged with me, rise to the challenges I shall deliver to you, and become something more than you are. Have the courage to become the best version of yourself that you can be. I’m committed to helping you do this, and I will deliver everything I know of to help you in your journey.

Sincerely,

Chance Lunceford – Logogentrifugal