Chapter XI. Control

Counting the leaves, what a pointless waste of the abilities of the mind!

You have to focus on the muscle, lift the weight, focus with your mind, imagine it, repeat 8-12 times, relax the muscle a little, do this in 5 rounds, and gradually raise the weight. These are the most important rules of muscle building, which Mousa did not abide by all. What nonsense! Focus on the muscle? Imagine it? This is ridiculous, just carry the weight

About 35 kilometers south of Jerusalem, near the Hebron University junction. He completed his training and left the bodybuilding club, walking east to one of the Courier service offices at the end of the narrow street branching off the main university street.

Exhausted, indifferent about traffic, he tried to cross the road to find himself standing in front of a car speeding directly towards him, it only took a few seconds! But how did my mind manage to perform all these calculations, measure distances and probabilities, and make decisions as if it was a super-fast computer! This is the question that has been on his mind all day long.

Despite this, he did not survive thanks to his mind, as he accidentally stumbled to the ground while trying to run to the other side. There are only a few meters between him and the car, it will inevitably run over him! Before the driver gives him, a new life and decides to use the brakes as hard as they can and then turn to the other side, hitting his car against the curb, he smashed his car against the sidewalk, stopping. People rushed, not towards him, but towards the car, the condition of the driver needs care.

The day ended well; the driver is fine thanks to the bumper in his modern car.

Another thing puzzled him; “how can I remember all the faces of those people in this way?” When he fell to the ground there was no longer any escape for him, and his mind stopped doing mathematical calculations. He started looking at people all around him, begging for a superman to come out of them to be his savior. What just happened is that he remembered all the faces of the people there.

-“how my mind managed to do these mathematical equations, the probabilities, memorizing people’s faces, their dress, their pause, all in seconds, as if it had taken hours!”

Has time suddenly stopped? Has my mind been able to manipulate it; Made seconds in the street hours for me, or vice versa? Or did it unleash its deepest potential? Why would it do that now? And the most important question, can I force it to repeat this whenever I want? Without putting my life at risk.

For athletes who are interested in their tight muscles, a rest day is sacred; Train for a day or two and then rest your muscles for a whole day. And the next day is his day of rest, supposedly but not anymore.

He finished his work and went to the club, and started doing what he had not done before, “focus on the muscle, imagine it”. And soon he began to develop his own philosophy of training, “Do not imagine it, do not focus on it, but talk to your mind, as it is responsible for magnifying it, if it wants, it speeds up the process of burning fat without moving from there, and if it wants, it makes it huge. But it asks for an excuse and a reason for doing this because the muscles are squeezed during exercise, threatening them with injury, and the mind decides to strengthen them in order to preserve them.

Over the next month, he became the subject of everyone’s laughter, all he does in the club is sitting on a bench in his corner, leaving his colleagues confused as to why he came in the first place.

As for him, he was concentrating, meditating, communicating with his mind,

-” do it please, but without any results! Why? Why does the muscle only inflate under the pressure of exposure?”

The answer flashed in his head; the problem was always in the word “please.” He won’t, as long as I beg him.

The mind does not inflate the muscles except under the pressure of the threat of injury. The word “please” here is useless.

Why is it so afraid of my muscles! Why doesn’t it want them to get hurt? If it comes down to me, my desire has always been to keep them looking tight and looking elegant.

Why cannot it simply fulfill my desires! Why not feed the muscle with the necessary protein, and burn fat without making an effort? But it does it only under threat. It has nothing to do with me, it is a matter between it and the muscles. It does not care about my desires, but rather the needs of the body. These muscles have always been its means of defending itself, and the work that comes to him with its daily sustenance.

It is known that your mind deliberately stores fat, not out of hatred for you, nor from its desire to expel the fans around you, but for a logistical reason related to its life, as fats protect vital organs, surround and incubate them, and for another matter, in the event that lunch is interrupted for any reason, these fats will be its bank balance, which it will gradually start consuming to run the functions of the body. Even though food is abundant, it prefers to feel safe for the future of this body at the worst.

As for your own desires, plans for a coastal vacation in the summer? Do you dream of tight abdominal muscles? Beautiful fans dancing around you? Screw you and your desires.

His philosophy began to evolve, the threat is the key to the solution. As if I was something intruder between it and its body. How can I convince my mind to inflate the muscles without exposing them to the risk of injury? General Command Center, let go of the muscles, threaten the leader!

I do not need a bodybuilding club. I would do it if I could threaten, terrorize, force it.