This ain't about likes - it's about life....

The Power of Imagination Podcast with Mr Twenty Twenty

Let’s call this the 10,000 likes method.

Ready?

You wanna get 10,000 likes?

Tell people they’re okay.

Tell ’em they are right.

Tell them they’ve been wronged.

It’s not their fault.

Go blame your parents.
Teachers.
Trump.
Pick a name.
Play the blame game.

Then for good fun…

Tell ’em struggle means progress.

Tell ’em the dents in their car mean they’re “driving.”

Keep struggling.
You’re getting there.
You can do it.

Yeah.
Do that.

You’ll get likes.

Lots of ’em.

Because people love being told they’re right…
While nothing changes.

Me?

I don’t give a poop about likes.

I care about lives.

And yeah, anyone can go on ChatGPT and pump out something sweet and soft that people love to tap a heart on.

Same rhythm.
Same tone.
Same echo.

It’s everywhere.

And yeah, I use AI…
But not to write me.

I use it to argue with.
To sharpen my teeth.
To show me where I’m full of crap.
To show me where I’m clear.

But I gotta ask…

Why the hell are you listening to something that doesn’t have a soul…
to fix your soul?

Oh right.
Because it tells you…

Hey, what you’re doing is fine.
You’re doing great.
It’s not your fault.

It feels good.
I get it.

It’s like saying you can drive on whatever side of the road you want.

The joke is, “Victoria takes her half out of the middle.”

America drives on the right side.
Australia drives on the proper side.

Drive American here…
You won’t be driving long.

But for sure…
It wouldn’t be my fault.
Suzy Q’s mom taught me how to drive.
My dad taught me how to drive a stick shift.
Not your fault.

See how easy that is?

And if your car’s got dents…
Even better.
More dents means you’re “trying harder.”

Keep going.
Keep smashing into stuff.
Likes love that.

But I’m not here for likes.

I’m here because I lived through hell.

At 12, I wet the bed.
Doctors told me I had scoliosis.
Told me I’d be crippled.

Living in a brace.
Wheel chair city.

They were wrong.

Later att 23, I got beat to death when I was a rookie prison guard..
PTSD became my way of life because...

I took a job that killed my dreams.
Actually, I let my dreams die, so I could take that job. Because no little boy dreams of being a prison guard.

I learned something way coolio…

PTSD is imagination out of control.
It’s echoes in your darkness.
On loop.

And I swear now, most of the world has PTSD.
They’re just calling it “struggle” or “healing” or “the journey.”

Anything but what it is. And it’s an option…

Go enjoy the video, and reach out anytime!

Mr. Twenty Twenty

“Man’s faith in God is measured by his confidence in himself.” - Neville Goddard.