The WTF Moment

That Thing You Can’t Name (But Can’t Ignore)

I’m not going to name you - but you’ll know it’s you.
And so will a few hundred other men reading this right now, because your story isn’t just yours.

You did everything “right.”
Good son. Good friend. Good partner.
Sure, you’ve lied here and there, but never to hurt anyone, only to avoid judgment.
Opportunities to cheat? Plenty. You didn’t take them (at least not physically, your imagination is another story).
You’ve got the career, the house, the family, the money.

For a lot of people, that’s the dream. They’d trade places with you in a heartbeat.

And yet… you also say:

“I am content, sure, but I feel something is missing. All those things are great but I feel I still want something else. I don’t know what it is”

So here’s where it gets interesting...I happen to know.

Without going into the obvious differences between your life and mine

(or, for the matter, any of the 7+ billion people on Earth)

I felt the same.

You can’t explain with words. You just KNOW.

There’s something in you wanting to break through - like a birth-giving situation.
Your waters have broken, the baby’s ready to come out… but you don’t understand what’s happening because you were told men don’t give birth.

(And yes, before you freak out - this is an analogy, not a new biology class)

You were taught that what you’ve done so far in life was IT.
That was ALL there is.
You’re born, you collect the “good man” points, you die. End of story.

But now? Your soul’s trying to push through, and you have no framework for it.

Your storyline

You are born one day and you’ll die another day in the future. What’s in between is your lifetime, that is all you have and you don’t even know how long it will be.

Let’s give this a think: You have X years of life in a human body.

It happens in decades:

• Childhood: you’re just happy to be here.

• Teens: suddenly you’re supposed to know who you are and what you want to do forever (ridiculous).

• Twenties: you follow the herd you grew up around - school, job, whatever.

• Thirties: the “start a family” herd.

• Forties: you pause for the first time in decades and think, Wait… is this it?

That’s the WTF moment.

What’s actually missing

So the WTF moment is a good thing that’s why, personally, crisis for me has positive connotations. The people who never experience a crisis, well, they live a life that is…

Think of yourself as a candle.
That flame? It rises, it dances, it’s never still. That’s how your life force is supposed to be. But when you “follow the herd,” the flame shrinks. Sometimes it almost disappears.

So, long story short, that thing that is missing in your life and you cannot describe or identify is the aliveness of that flame. Your life force. Your soul.

But when you grew up and developed NOBODY talked to you about that (except probably in Church where they got the whole thing upside down and leave you feeling guilty for existing).

No one taught you how your mind works, either. Yet that’s where all the “data” gets stored and processed, where you build the identity you answer to now - the “you” with the name this letter is addressed to - and the worldview you swear is the truth.

In other words, you were never taught the most important things in the world, the things that make your flame rise instead of fade.
And so here you are, restless, with this unnamed “something missing,” wondering why life feels… fine, but not alive.

So what’s missing is connection.

Not the “golf buddies” kind.

Not the “group chat” kind.

I mean connection to yourself and, through that, to everything.

Separate Vs Connected

We’re trained from the start to see ourselves as separate.

I am John Doe, I am a teacher, I am a husband, I am American, I am a Democrat, I am white, I am a catholic…

I am this, that or the other.

But the great masters thousands of years ago (my mate Jesus and good old big-belly Buddha) were saying something far simpler: the only thing that matters is I AM.

I AM.
YOU. JUST. ARE.

No labels needed. Not at your core. Not in your essence.

And, in that field of energy (sorry but I am not being a weirdo or witchy here, science confirms all this shit) is where we all just… ARE. We’re made out of the same substance.

(I could write 17 books about this alone if I carried on…)

My point being…we are all connected to the same source (that mystery force or creator nobody can explain but everyone’s tried with bibles and whatnot).

Now, obviously, we live on planet Earth and not as floating smoky shadows, so yeah, we need a body and an identity. Name, job, spouse… fine.
But it’s the other labels I’m talking about.

Being John Doe or being a husband doesn’t automatically pit you against another human, right?
Being a teacher might put you in a trade union, but it doesn’t make you declare war on plumbers. (“Listen here, you motherf**er plumber, I’m a teacher, show me some respect!”* …see how stupid that sounds?)

And I think you’re seeing where I’m going with this…

Any label that puts you in direct opposition to someone else (Democrat/Republican, white/black, Catholic/Muslim, American/Immigrant) is a mental construction. Its only purpose is to keep you stuck, small, and too busy fighting to notice you’re not evolving.

Remember what I said about that finite X amount of time between birth and death?
Is this really how you want to spend it?

Fighting for some “cause” that has nothing to do with you and everything to do with keeping you angry, drained, and in permanent stress mode?

Anyway… I’ve digressed.

Back on track. When you live in “separate mode,” you bleed out your life force into the wrong things.

The better choice?

Live from the “connected to all things” mindset. Vote if you want. Be part of society. But don’t become the label - and for the love of your flame, don’t waste your energy fighting people who chose the other box. That’s literally the oldest trick in the darkness playbook.

Back to what’s missing

Here’s the short version: you can live life from one of two perspectives: the separate one (“me against everyone else”) or the connected one (“we’re all one big messy family”).

And let’s be real: most people are firmly in the “separate” camp which is exactly why the world is the f***ing joke it is.

Mystics have been trying to explain this for thousands of years. The ones who weren’t burned at the stake were laughed off as woo-woos, lunatics, or (my personal favorite) “dangerous to the system.”

They were right, by the way.

And the good news? You don’t have to wait for some guru to appear on a mountain to get the memo. You’ve got little old me (just a grain of sand in the Sahara with a nice body) here to sprinkle some awareness your way… in between shaking my booty and taking cute selfies.

(Because remember: we still have to participate in society. You’re welcome.)

How to find what’s missing then, Mystic Rose?

You go within.

You take your attention off what a man with orange skin says or does. (And yes, whether you agree with him or hate his guts, it’s the same thing. You’re still feeding him your life force.)

You take your attention off what other people say, do, think, or live by… unless you’re getting something genuinely valuable from it.

You start paying attention to your inner world.
You get to know yourself.

FFS - “Know Thyself” is the oldest piece of advice in the book!

Ask yourself the uncomfortable questions.
Pick apart your patterns, your knee-jerk reactions, your thoughts, your feelings, your emotions.
Watch yourself like you’re the observer of the “YOU” you think you are.

That’s your identity, the mask.

Underneath it, you are pure energy, directly connected to source.

“But, Rosi-rose, I don’t know what that means…”🤕

Okay. Think of a prison.

Right now, you’re in one.
And you don’t care who built it, what it’s made of, or why you’re in there.
You just care about one thing: getting the hell out.

And here’s the twist: the door isn’t locked from the outside. It only opens from the inside.

That’s why “going within” isn’t some vague self-help slogan - it’s your escape plan.

Google it if you have to: How do I go within? How do I get to know myself?

Or just keep reading my emails, because I’ll be showing you… in between selfies, sass, and the occasional shake of the booty. 😉

Love,

Rose 🌹

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Here’s 👇another piece I wrote this week and you did not receive an email about. It is going to be a video soon (and even a masterclass potentially) but you might wanna have a read 😉

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And also another piece (sorry, I said I was bursting with ideas and possessed by the writing spirit). This one is particularly controversial and very relevant, give it a read, pretty please 😅

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