Why Not Go Swimming

The Option Institute, a place where miracles happen. People come as victims of the world. Believing that outside sources “make” them feel certain things. Not taking responsibility for themselfs. Going threw life without realizing they always have the option to be happy, curious, playful, energetic, etc. Always placing there emotions on external sources. Then you spend some time here, and you start to think. You get the opportunity to really see and explore your beliefs. Why you utilize them, and if you want to continue embracing those patterns of thought. I’ve been here 2 and a half weeks. I have looks at so many aspects of myself. I’ve explored everything from “Why do I snore?” to “Why am I afraid of death?” and everything in between. I have no more fear of death. No more fear of not knowing where I’m going to be next week, or not having a plan. The world just looks more an more perfect to me everyday. I love it!

When you volunteer here, they give you 4 hours of class time a week, 2-6 dialogues (sessions in which you explore any specific beliefs or life situations you want to better understand for yourself,) 3 meals a day, and a place to sleep. In return all they ask of you is to put in about 30 hours of work a week doing whatever jobs they assign you to. Kitchen, property, guest services, the mail room, etc. The first week I was here I was in the kitchen. But then they banished me.I had a dialogue about an instance two months ago where I gave myself a slight burn, intentianaly, while reaching into a 475F oven.

I wanted to explore why the hell I would ever do something like that. I left my dialogue with tons of clearity, just feeling great. I came to the conclusion I had done it for pitty. To get love and affection from others. Like I’d been waiting for those signs of aproval before I would create love from within myself for myself. I genuinly trust that I’ll go my whole life without ever repeating that behavior.

However, the Option Institute doesn’t trust me enough, so they’ve banished me from the kitchen cause they’re afraid I’ll murder myself or something.Hence for, I am on property and house keeping. I make beds and take out the trash. Then I shovel snow and fix things. Sometimes when I’m in the dining hall the cooks will come out and have me taste things for them. “Does it need more salt? Maybe a little cumin?”

One of the first days I was here, I was riding in a plow when it jacked up the back of a prius. It scraped up the back bumper pretty bad

I like the bumper sticker it cut threw.

This is Bruce (the guy who was driving the plow) and Winden (The car owner)

I’m keeping busy and having fun. More to come later

—-Kent Combs