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Heads up, it's another one on the longer side.

I didn't plan it that way. But so many of the people I work with are stuck in this exact place, and when something keeps showing up, I take note. 

This one matters. So I gave it the room it needed. I share some things from my own life in here to help point to how the pattern shows up in every aspect of our lives. 

It's about a 20-minute listen if that's easier than reading.  Either way, try and give it the space to actually let something shift in you.

This pattern runs your whole life and you call it Preference or Taste.

We think we want what we want.

We don't see that the wanting itself is the pattern.

You've heard this from me.

You've heard it from the psychosomatic therapists.

You've heard it from the yogis. From a guy called the Buddha. From a carpenter from Nazareth.

Every wisdom tradition for thousands of years. 

And now western science is saying it too.

You are living inside something, thinking you are living freely.

Knowing it is nice. But not always useful.

We have a stunning ability to take a philosophy and run it as change.

But it's not change. It's just a new part of the pattern.

So today I want to do something different.

I don't want to tell you more about it.

I want you to pack your shovels and your pickaxes, and let's go excavate this thing you’re living inside of.

And see if you can find a way to a life that lights you up.

Because it’s not through achievement.  That’s not what we've been told it is.

It's not in the “next thing”. 

The human imagination will never be fulfilled — because there is always a “next thing”.

My belief is, it’s in how much peace you have. How much you laugh. How much joy. How fully you engage with life.

Then you can do whatever you want.

Build a company. Build ten. Become a dance instructor. Save the turtles.

Whatever it is, just do it full of life.

I want you to live your life.

Actually your life.

Most of us live in a mechanism that was built before we could choose.

Some of it came pre packaged in our DNA. Some down the ancestral line. 

Most of it formed through what we lived growing up.

You have to get this.

Out of these threads the mind built a composite picture of the world. 

Not the actual world. 

Its own version of it.

How safe is this place? What's wrong with me? How do I have to show up to survive here?

From 0 to 25 years old the nervous system is learning what's dangerous and how to get around it. 

One interpretation at a time. 

One emotional overwhelm at a time.

We call this construct — ego.

We call it “who we are”.

Sure — it's who you are being.

But it's not who you are.

And it's not a life sentence, even if you've been living as if it is.

Getting out is actually quite easy.

Realising you're in it — that's a whole different story.

Let me say this carefully so I don't mislead you.

I've done some rigorous physical things in my life.

Ten-day races. Macheted through jungles. Sixty pound packs. An hour of sleep a night.

Open water crossings through great white breeding grounds.

And some aspects of turning inside felt harder than all of it.

I'm using the word felt deliberately.

That will become clear as you go.

You see, I turned in and faced head on what I was feeling.

Okay. Are you ready?

Let me orient you with one of my favourite quotes from Saint Francis of Assisi:

"What you are looking for is where you are looking from."

This gives you a hint of why this is so difficult — and why most people don't do it,  miss the mark, or give up.

Imagine standing on a point on the ground, looking out to try and find that point.

You won't. 

The looking takes you away from where it is.

That's exactly what we're up against today.

It's hard to look for these patterns, 

Because it's the pattern that's doing the looking.

Stay with me.

The pattern has many forms. Many voices. Many competing opinions. 

A whole network of confusion, which is why it's so easy to get lost in it.

One of the masks it wears is the one trying to figure its way out.

So what do we do?

We get still. We let them reveal themselves.

Silently watching, in the full awareness of it all.

We let life rub up against us and reveal the pattern we are living inside.

It shows up. Everywhere. Constant. All at once.

We're just so damn familiar with it, it has become background noise. Business as usual.

You describe your pattern all the time, you just don’t know that's what you're doing

I love a good pinot. I'm an introvert. I hate confrontation. I'm the funny one. I love my garden. It's just who I am.

How do you describe yourself?

Or more accurately — what you have claimed as yourself?

We'll start simple.

Food.

Most of us can relate. Food is naturally charged for humans.

And the more potent the subject, the more the pattern reveals itself.

The pattern recruits everything though — not just food. 

Money, status, work, family, romance. 

Same wound, different symbols. 

Food is just where we'll start because most people have a version of it.

Let's say you want to get healthy.

You've got a plan. You know what to eat, how to train.

But there's this pull — toward foods you know won't get you there.

A specific food. A specific time of day. A specific feeling that makes you reach.

Some of it is biological — energy, metabolism, ghrelin doing its thing. 

Real, but not the whole story.

Underneath, food is doing other work.

It's more than biological, it's the subtle echo of the pattern.

It's company. 

It's comfort. 

It's the reward at the end of a hard day. 

It's the thing that takes the edge off when something feels off and you can't quite name what.

For some, food was love — the way a parent showed up, the way the family came together.

For others, it was the only quiet moment in a loud house. A small island of okay.

Whatever the specifics, at some point early on, food got recruited.

Because the worldview your mind was building wasn't always a safe one. 

It carried some sense of not being wanted, 

Not being okay, 

Not being enough.

To survive that worldview — not the actual world, the worldview — your nervous system needed help. 

It reacted the only way it could. 

By trying to get away. 

Flooding you with escape chemicals, Adrenaline. Cortisol. The heavy hitters. 

Day after day.

But you can’t escape from yourself.

It became a lot for your developing system to carry.

So your mind built strategies. 

Ways to take the edge off. 

Ways to feel held when there was nothing holding you.

Food was one of them.

Over time, it converged.

It became part of your pattern.

That pull isn't really about the food. 

It's the old pattern doing its check, food just happens to be what it's using.

Walk into a supermarket hungry, and you'll watch the pattern in real time. 

Suddenly everything is interesting. Crackers. Biscuits.  The thing you weren't going to buy.

That's not appetite. That's the pattern, suggesting.

Start to see this; food became a symbol. 

A symbol your system used for regulation itself.

“When I ate I felt comfort, I felt soothed…”

So your system believes the pizza might temporarily relieve it.

Relieve it of the pain your nervous system is frozen in.

That pain has a story.

Something along the lines of not belonging.

Wound says: “I am unwanted and alone”

That’s pretty painful, so it looks for temporary relief.

Cue thought of chocolate bar, I’d love a bag of crisps, a glass of wine.

Those things produce pleasure. 

But the pleasure isn't what you're really after.

It's relief.

That thing has become a symbol of that relief.

You even get to the point where you don't need the pain to trigger the soothing mechanism.

It's been rehearsed so many times the symbol alone sets it off. 

Just walking near it produces the rush.

Can you see one of your pulls that you've been calling… preference?

Yes — all preferences are part of a pattern. 

A pattern looking for stability in a chaotic world.

It goes like this:

Pattern → check → discomfort → force → symbol → relief → pleasure.

Hold that. We'll come back to it.

Let's go to a more potent environment.

The more potent the environment, the easier it is to see the pattern.

Romance. Intimacy. Connection.

These carry weight. 

There's biology and hormones, but layered on top is everything else we've ever felt about being wanted, being safe, being enough.

I'll share some of this from my own life. 

Not all of it, but enough that you can see the shape.

Through my examples, you might catch sight of your own.

Connection has always been particularly charged for me.

Some from what I've already described.

Some from things that shouldn't have happened to a child. 

I won't go into them here. But they shaped how I bonded with people for a long time after.

It came out hardest in my romantic relationships.

And those relationships have given me some of the biggest shifts of my life.

The stakes in connection were high.     

The opinion I'd formed of myself was harsh.

So the risk of being close to someone was huge — but the relief of being chosen was even bigger. 

It felt like being pulled out of the struggle I lived in.

Except I didn't trust it. So I held on hard. The relief was always temporary.

That made for some messy relationships.

Over time I faced what was driving it. 

I learned how to love without needing the relationship to save me. 

The connections got deeper — but more importantly, freer. 

Because I wasn't putting that demand on my partner anymore.

I wasn't using them to be okay.

I'd done a lot of this work over the years.

But some of it was still living in me, hidden deeper than I'd realised.

There was one connection in particular that let me see almost everything I was still carrying.

She was the perfect mirror.

Reflecting what I didn't know was still there.

Her nervous system was unusually sensitive.

She could feel even the smallest leak from someone else's old patterning. 

Let me explain what I mean by that.

The pattern has a tone. A frequency it carries.

That tone has a need underneath it — something like wanting to be chosen, to be safe, to be enough.

This hum vibrates out of you. 

It's the undertone of your interactions.

People can feel it. Even if they can't name what they're feeling.

The slightest energetic ask in a text. The subtlest reach.

Take a moment. See if you can picture that.

So this girl was probably sensing something she couldn't name.

She also had her own version of what I had.

Most people do.

But where my pattern reached for connection, hers retreated from it.

Deep connection threatened her system.

Two patterns. 

Opposite shapes.

Which is why it allowed me to see mine so clearly.

I found a layer of my old childhood nervous system I hadn't realised was still there.

Subtle. 

Almost completely hidden.

I had to look closely. 

I'd feel it surface in specific places — before a public talk, walking into a new room, joining a group where I didn't yet know my place.

A quiet undertone, asking: Am I wanted here?

She became the symbol of that whole layer in me.

I want to emphasize the word symbol again. It matters.

Because of how I felt about her, my system loaded her up with meaning.

My pattern, shaped early in childhood, kept asking one unanswerable question.

The kind of question every wound asks. 

Am I wanted? 

Am I enough? 

Am I alone?

Am I safe?

If I'm chosen, I have value. If I have value, I belong. If I belong, I'm safe.

That's a wound looking for resolution, using a person to try to get it.

She became the symbol the pattern landed on. 

If you scraped away the surface you’d see the feeling underneath was loneliness, or unwantedness. 

And to the pattern, she was the antidote it hoped would dissolve them.

This is what it looked like:

A thought of her would arrive. Some chemistry would move through me.

It grabbed my attention and I got pulled in.

At first the thought of her felt nice, because there was relief in that hope for connection.

Then the old check would run.

If the pattern had a voice, it was asking: Am I chosen? Am I enough? Am I alone?

Sometimes I'd connect from that energy.

Mine would reach. 

Hers would retreat.

The wound's conclusion confirmed: Yup, alone.

This wasn't conscious. It was below thinking.

It was running underneath.

But I kept watching this play out over and over.

And slowly, it surfaced.

The same loop, in many voices.

Sometimes toward hope. Maybe there's something here.

Sometimes toward despair. There's no connection.

Same loop. Different clothes.

Now, here's something worth naming.

The chemistry that ran through me when I thought about her felt like excitement. 

Like desire.

But desire…is a declaration of lack. 

I felt hope.

Below the level I was aware of — hope that being with her would stop me from feeling what was living inside me.

You see, need announces absence. 

Did you get that?

Nothing wrong with liking someone. 

Just make sure it isn't the pattern dressed up as desire.

I did genuinely care for her. But you see the pattern takes what's real and attaches to it. 

The feeling stops being clean.

The pattern also sprang to life in any gaps.

Any space of not-knowing became a void the pattern would fill with noise.

Rejection scenarios. Threat. Worst-case stories with no information to support them.

Familiar fear was easier than the empty space of the unknown.

So my mind filled the not-knowing with worst-case scenarios.

All of this was inside.

Outside I was steady. But her nervous system felt what was underneath.

A system trained from childhood to detect any energetic ask, was reading me long before any words landed.

Her own internal load was already heavy. So feeling a need from anyone else — even subtly, even unconsciously — her system automatically retreated.  It was already overloaded.

She couldn't have named what she felt towards me.

She just knew something kept her from coming closer.

And she was right.

The clean part of me wasn't what was reaching.

The pattern was.

I knew every sting from staying close to her was cleansing something old in me.

So I stayed. Through the moments I most wanted to turn away.

The hot iron would strike and I stayed, didn’t blame, didn't judge because I knew I didn’t want to live with this in me anymore.

Eventually it got clear.

The mechanism was older than her. It had been running since I was small.

She was just the current symbol.

Once I saw that, the whole thing started to come apart.

The thoughts about her, the emotions around her, most of it had nothing to do with her.

It was as if my old pain had a built-in projector. 

The feeling was rejection and longing and not-enough-ness.

The image on the screen was her.

A symbol projected from the feelings.

And underneath the projection was a measure, constantly asking: Do I stack up?

She was real. The pattern was using her.

There were things I genuinely admired about her. 

Her humour. Her integrity. Her humility. The courage she showed in facing her own inner struggle.

Those perceptions were clean.

The pattern just hijacked them, using them as fuel for its own resolution.

Once I could tell which was which, I stopped following the pattern's signals.

The thought would arrive. The chemistry would move.

And instead of acting on it — reaching, scanning, filling gaps with stories — I'd let it move through.

Witness it. Let it settle.

What that did, slowly, was finishing something in me that had been unfinished for a long time.

The last layer o  the old wound completing itself.

Not by being soothed.

By being seen. 

By me.

Allowed to surface. Met without me running from it.

She has no idea what she did for me, just by being who she was.

What I came away with wasn't her.

It was freedom.

You see — the actual capacity to love someone — to truly care, without making it about soothing something in you — only becomes available once the patterns stop running the show.

Until they're complete, the pattern will keep producing attraction, hope, desire, even a sense of security — placing the dependency on the other person to settle what's unhealed.

The longing was never really for a person.

It was for something inside me I now have access to directly.

This is the strange gift of doing this work.

You stop needing the thing you spent your life chasing.

And then, somehow, you become available for it in a way you never were before.

For me, what became available is the capacity to be there for someone , without making them responsible for my own feelings.

Now look back at the map.

Pattern → check → discomfort → force → symbol → relief → pleasure.

Pattern — the old wound. 

Check — the wound asking am I wanted, am I safe, am I enough? 

Discomfort — what the check feels like. 

Force — the pull toward relief. 

Symbol — whatever the pattern has attached to. 

Relief — the hum going quiet for a moment. 

Pleasure — the feel of relief.

That's the entire loop running. It soothes the discomfort without solving it.

And then the loop goes searching again the moment the relief fades.

The pattern recruits everything — not just romance or food, but money, status, work, family. 

Same wound, different symbols. The symbol with the most charge gets the most projection.

Every prod and poke. Every bracing. Every outburst.

Every want. Every need, Every desire.

They're all showing you the same thing.

Something in you is still unfinished.

Can you see any clue of your version of this running?

For some people this is almost imperceptible.

What I'm describing might not be making total sense. 

And I want to say something to you directly.

For a lot of people, the pattern is so well-worn — the behaviour, the way of being, the performance — that you don't feel the original catalyst anymore. 

Only the armour you built to avoid feeling it.

There's nothing wrong with that.

It likely just means the feeling underneath is so familiar and fast that you do not experience it first as emotion.

You experience it as the impulse.

The action you repeat. Reaching for stimulation, distraction, busyness…

You don't have to dredge it up.

You don't have to force anything.

Just notice what you can. 

It will surface in its own time, if it needs to.

Here’s the pivot.

From diagnosis to possibility.

Seeing the pattern is not an intellectual act. 

It's a shift in relationship to it.

The pattern moves from subject to object.

You stop being in it. You start seeing it.

It peels off you.

It's not you anymore. 

It's in you. 

Small. Specific. Located.

What was a huge thing you were lost in, becomes a small electrical firing in your system that begins to fizzle out.

The thought still arises. But it no longer directs behaviour.

The emotion still comes. But it loses its command.

The activation still fires. But it no longer produces a mission.

For this to actually happen — really happen, not as an idea — three conditions need to be present.

One. Enough charge that you can't ignore it.

The pattern has to be loud enough that you can't just keep moving past it. 

This is why life often delivers the exact relationship, the exact loss, the exact frustration that brings the pattern to the surface. 

It's not a punishment. 

It's the volume getting turned up so you can finally hear it.

Two. Enough inner capacity to ask what is actually happening in me?

Most people, when something hurts, ask what's wrong with them. 

Or why is this happening to me? 

Both questions are looking for someone to blame. Yourself, or the world.

The question that opens the door points inward: What is moving in me right now? What is this familiar feeling? What part of me is this echo coming from?

Three. Honesty.

This is the rarest one.

You have to be willing to see what the pattern is doing without flinching, without making excuses, without wrapping it in better language to soften it.

You have to let yourself see it for what it is.

When those three are present — charge, capacity, honesty — the pattern shrinks.

It stops being the story of your life.

It becomes a mechanism inside you. 

A small one. 

An echo from an old wound. 

That's all.

And once you can see it like this, you start to catch it everywhere.

The flutter of excitement when someone you're attracted to walks in — that's the pattern activating around proximity to a symbol.

The pang of jealousy when someone gets the thing you wanted — same mechanism, the wound checking status.

The flash of irritation when you're not acknowledged — the wound checking belonging.

Each one is a tap on the shoulder. 

Look here.

It's like shining a flashlight under the bed.

Turns out the thing you were terrified of isn't even there.

This is what most people don't do.

They feel the charge and call it love. 

Or they blame the other person.

Or they go numb.

That's not weakness. That's the default.

But the door is open the moment you turn and look.

Seeing it is the hardest part.

But it's not the only part.

Seeing starts it.

Feeling completes it.

Here's why.

The original emotion — the one the pattern was built to protect you from — was too much for the child's nervous system at the time it happened.

You were alone with it. There wasn't enough capacity to process it.

So it didn't complete.

It got stored.

And the pattern formed around it, organising your life so you'd never have to feel that again.

The fear underneath all of it is this:

If I feel that fully, I won't survive it.

So the system panics. 

Reaches for relief. 

Anything to not feel it.

This runs most people their whole lives.

But here's what actually happens when you stay with the feeling:

You find out you can survive it.

It moves through you. 

It releases.

That's the discovery that changes everything.

Not the insight. Not the language.

The lived experience of feeling something you'd spent your life avoiding — and being okay on the other side of it.

That's what completes the pattern.

There's one more thing I want to name. 

Because it's the cost of not doing this work.

The unresolved pressure has to go somewhere.

When the pattern gets touched and the person can't stay with what's underneath, what comes out instead is often aggression.

And aggression wears many masks.

The cutting remark. 

The withholding. 

The storming out. 

Silence. 

The closed door. 

An insult. 

A sudden coldness. 

Ignoring someone for days.

All of it is the system protecting itself from being swallowed by what it can't bear to feel.

I've worked with people who've done things they deeply regret. 

Things that came out in heated moments, when the force of the pattern was bigger than they were.

Aggression isn't strength.

Aggression is fear.

A desperate attempt to fight your way out of something uncontainable inside you.

The way an animal becomes aggressive when it's backed into a corner.

That's not a moral failure. 

It's an unfinished nervous system doing the only thing it knows.

The most aggressive people usually come from the most aggressed lineages. 

They inherited a pattern no one ever got to finish.

This is why facing what lives in you matters.

If you don't, it calls the shots.

It shapes your reactions, your relationships, your choices. 

And the people around you absorb the cost.

The work isn't optional. 

Not really.

It's just whether you turn toward it on purpose — or wait until it forces you.

So what's the point of all this?

Why turn and face the pattern at all.

Why not just keep letting it run. 

Distracting ourselves.

Because something happens when you calm the ferocity of what's been squirming inside you.

You begin to settle.

The charge in your nervous system softens.

You land in yourself.

Most people, without knowing it, are rarely home in themselves.

The mind gets noisy to pull you away from your own nervous system. 

Because in there, it's uncomfortable.

People say they overthink. 

They don't always understand why.

It's because if they got quiet, they'd feel what's inside them. 

And usually it's too much to bear.

You see that connection?

Unprocessed emotion causes internal strife, then the chatter in the mind goes off trying to pull you away from it.

It's like you are dangling above a pit of despair, and you have to have relentless distraction in the mind or you will fall into the pit.

Here's something important to note, because it's somewhere people trip up.

When a nervous system finally relaxes, the trauma that was buried can be released.

This can be confusing.

Because we mistake what's relaxing it for what's triggering it.

For example, this girl would often touch on something emotional when she was with me, and it would release, and she would instantly try and stop it.

I think she probably couldn't understand why around me she had these emotional releases.

It was most likely because she was relaxed enough to do it.

But you can see how she could mistake it for the opposite.

Most people aren't in their bodies. 

They're dissociated. 

Living in the story in their head. 

Scanning, strategizing, managing, anything but feeling.

But as the pattern disarms and the feeling metabolises, you arrive in the body.

You make where you live a nice place to be.

If being with yourself is unpleasant.

That's something you're doing to yourself.

Be here now isn't a platitude. It's a description of what becomes available when you stop escaping.

When you're actually here, your brain shifts from a threat state to a calm one.

Decisions get easier. 

The fog lifts. 

Joy, laughter, play come back.

The neurology updates. 

The chemistry rebalances. 

Life starts to move more smoothly through you.

But the traditions didn't stop here.

Embodiment is not the destination. It's the doorway.

From here, expansion becomes possible.

Embodiment first. Then expansion.

You arrive in the present — then dissolve or expand out of it.

When the pattern is seen and the feeling metabolised, the fog of the survival strategy lifts.

You stop being unconsciously directed.

You get to choose.

Everyone on this planet has the same ability to choose life. 

Not the circumstances — but how they live inside them. 

That's what shapes what becomes possible.

You get to choose what you actually want.

Not from fear.

Fear is what got you here. 

Maybe here isn't a terrible place,  but it wasn't built from freedom.

And maybe what you experience isn’t even fear directly. 

It might be whatever your system was using to avoid feeling the fear. 

The achievement. The relationship. The control. The performance. The numbing.

Either way, it wasn't freedom.

I'm not talking about self-improvement.

Those who know me know my allergy to that.

This is freedom: 

It's the difference between executing the directive of a lit up nervous system

And

Living a life.

Life is meant to be lived.

But to live, you have to stop surviving first.

Freedom can only come from nothing.

Because if there is something, the space is occupied.

First get to nothing.

And from nothing, everything becomes possible.

This is what I mean.

By not reacting to the push and pull of the pattern, you become a sort of refuge.

Deep peace. 

People feel it without you having to do anything. 

They respond to you differently — not because of what you say, but because of what's no longer leaking out of you.

People who come into your presence start to settle. 

Their nervous systems relax around yours. 

Sometimes they cry. 

Sometimes things release in them that have been held for years.

That doesn't mean you're triggering them. 

It often means the opposite. 

They're finally relaxed enough to let it move.

Even plants respond differently, rooms feel different.

Because you're not a survival pattern walking around in a body anymore.

You're alive.

Finishing what's unfinished in you is the kindest thing you can do for the people in your life. 

You're finally there for them. 

Not for what they can settle in you.

Remember this…

The walls you built to protect yourself become the walls of your prison over time.

So rest in the knowing of “I am here”.

Say it. “I am here”.

Not as a mantra. Not as a performance. 

Just as a fact.

Fully here. 

Fully present.

This is how you walk out.

Not by thinking it through.

By feeling it through.

Until you arrive back here.

That's the completion.

That's what is always available for you. 

Whenever you're ready.

—Paul

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