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MEET THE CUSTODIANS OF HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS
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By Matt Cooksey | 7 Minute Read
OVERVIEW : If you’ve ever felt broken, blocked, or too much — this article will show you why you might actually be at the leading edge of evolution.
Self-Doubt is holy smoke.
It rises from the fire of a species in labour.
To doubt is not a flaw - it's an evolutionary sweet spot.
You're too awake to stay in the trance.
Too identified with it to burn.
That's why we suffer.
Even our dedicated efforts at healing get contaminated by the fears we're trying to escape.
Therapy, meditation, journalling help us manage the smoke but in doing so keep the fire that would really free us, just out of sight.
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We journal our way out of Imposter Syndrome
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Meditate to bypass crushing anxiety
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Put up walls to avoid rejection
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Get really good at seeking and healing
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We silence our dreams to avoid debilitating perfectionism
It looks like healing. But underneath, shame is still calling the shots.
Shame is the oldest human heat, the one we all learned to fear before we had words for fear itself.
Make no mistake, underneath the smoke burns the awful fire of our first agonising encounter with shame.
That's the moment consciousness split in two.
The self that performs and the one that hides.
This split built the whole Human 2.0 operating system. It fuels every achievement, every burnout, every self-help binge, every secret collapse. It keeps you alive but at war. With yourself.
But now the fire has found its own oxygen. The heat is on. And the smog of fear is unmanageable.
Good. The doubt is consciousness crowning.
You're in active labour. And it's almost time to push.
THE SIX LABOURS OF HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS
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You were built for Human 3.0 love.
Vast. Unconditional. Unbounded. Non-discriminating.
Your heart is HUGE. Your nervous system is w i d e o p e n.
Empathic, sensitive, deeply feeling. By design.
But you were born into a world running on Human 2.0. Where the love always comes with conditions and the promise of "happily ever after" only exists at the movies.
You correctly perceived 2.0 Love to be unreliable.
But in the heartbreak of arriving in a world that couldn't match the immensity of your own heart, you came to an adaptive but devastating conclusion:
THE HOLY DOUBT : PEOPLE ALWAYS LEAVE ME IN THE END
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Psychology offers you tools, clever insights. Regulation, Self-soothing, Boundaries.
All helpful. All partial. Because beneath every tool wafts the same old toxic smoke:
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You're nervous system isn't broken. It's designed for oneness.
You remember union. You ache to dissolve the illusion of separation.
You were designed to merge - not with someone, but with love itself.
Human 2.0 told you to regulate. Human 3.0 invites you to burn.
Underneath the smoke of your abandonment panic is the fire of your design.
Your longing is not weakness. It's a prophecy.
For a species that's desperately trying to remember what Love really is.
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HOLY DOUBT : I'LL DIE WITH A MASTERPIECE TRAPPED INSIDE ME
Your art is not for this world.
It's a portal - through which the next one will be born.
Every time consciousness evolves the art mutates first. Before a new way of life emerges -
The poets start twitching.
The painters go mad.
The dancers break the old forms.
The music shifts its tone.
Art is the species dreaming forward. Which puts you at the sharp end of evolution.
What you're calling a block -
Self-doubt.
Procrastination.
Ego.
Is actually proof.
You're the birth canal for the new humanity.
No wonder you're afraid. Because to make your art you must die to it first.
You must trust it.
To deliver you
And all of us.
Into the world that's coming.
Where beauty is not optional. Where wholeness is baked in. Where art isn't made by artists but born through the muse herself.
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Start the damn thing. Fix your mindset. Take your meds. Push through the resistance. Find some accountability.
Conventional advice doesn't work for you because it's designed for a self that's already split.
But your art is rooted in wholeness. And your creative crisis isn't a block - it's a call to surrender to the power of creation itself.
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Your procrastination is holy.
It's a sign.
The muse is coming.
And she no longer wants art to come through you.
She wants art to destroy you, which paradoxically, will deliver you.
Because your art was never yours.
And neither were you.
Next up : The Labours of Leadership, Healing, Parenting and Seeking.