I Get More Cognitive Orgasms By Tribing Up My Life
I had one of those amazing days again. I met up with several of my tribe members, and I spent the day chatting about topics that opened up my third eye, and made me imagine a better world. I have been having more and more of these days as time goes on. In the beginning, they were an abnormality. Nowadays, they are a normality.
At the end of this awesome day, I’m sitting at a Khao Soi stand (a traditional Northern Thailand dish made of egg noodles, coconut curry, and chicken) with a couple of great tribe members. We are chatting away. Several belly laughs later, I realize that this is a sign of being in tune with the world. When we are in tune with ourselves, and the universe, we keep on meeting all of these amazing individuals who are able to help us level up at an astounding rate, by making us laugh, and teaching us how to think better.
My friend, Janie, used the term, ‘Cognitive Orgasms.’ I love it. It describes exactly what I am trying to achieve in every moment of every day. I’m trying to achieve many orgasms of the mind. Physically, I challenge myself through burpees and pushups. Mentally, I challenge myself by meeting intellectually grounded people who know how to think, and who make me want to think in a superior manner.
I have said this before. ‘Superior people ask superior questions.’
That is what happens when you are sitting with a member of your tribe. You volley questions back and forth so that your brain is never at rest. It is constantly thinking about the endless possibilities that exist out there. Your brain goes into overdrive, and you can seriously listen to it whirring away. Your third eye gets activated, and there is a pressure in the space between your eyebrows that feels like it is going to consume the fuck out of you.
I didn’t realize the importance of cognitive orgasms, or finding my tribe, until I did.
It’s like love or an orgasm. You think you know what it is. You’ve read about it, and you understand the theory behind it. I mean, c’mon how much different could it be. But then, you sit down at a street food stall on uncomfortable plastic chairs with a member of your tribe, and the discomfort of the heat, and the seat disappears completely. You don’t notice the beads of sweat rolling down your back, or your gluteus maximus complaining inexorably at the inefficacy of the oh-so-hard chair that barely accomodates your larger-than-a-Thai’s bum.
Everything just falls away. The noise of the street next to you dissipates. The motorbikes, cars, scooters, bikes, and people that are passing by the stall shut off. The food in the bowls in front of you starts tasting like an aphrodisiac.
Then, and only then, do you understand the meaning of meeting your tribe member.
That’s when you realize life is too short to not find more of these people.
Don’t worry about it.
We don’t need to add it into to-do list or to add it into our goals list. As long as we are connected with ourselves, and our highest selves, aka the universe, everything is as it should be.
Even if you don’t want to, you will start meeting members of your tribe everywhere.
I sat down at a pork noodle soup stall a couple of days ago. I was there to eat. I told myself to eat quickly so I could go back home, and chill in my lair. I was having an introverted day.
Before I could even relax my bum onto the plastic stool, a man next to me piped up. He pointed out a bunch of scooters, maybe 15–20, that were piled up oh-so-artistically onto a pick-up truck. He was fascinated by it, and he wanted to share that mystery with me.
Normally, I would have scoffed at the idea. I am too busy to connect with you, lowly human, I would have thought.
But of course, I’m trying to be better now.
I looked at the piled up scooters, and oohed and aahed with him. I gave him the connection he was looking for. It took a lot for him to talk to a stranger. I couldn’t let it go just like that.
Our respective soups came, and we shared our soups with each other, as only travellers do. We shared some of our deepest darkest secrets with each other and in the span of 30 minutes we were friends.
Another thing about meeting your tribe member is to keep an open mind to everyone that crosses your path. This man looked like someone I would never connect with — he is Italian and from New York. Also, he is an investment banker. All of that would be a big no-no in my books previously. But you don’t know anymore who is whom.
So keep an open mind everywhere. And say yes to everyone.
Even if we never meet up again, which happens a lot as a traveller, I’m grateful for the chance of having met another one of my tribe members.
It is all about connection 2.0. Connecting at a level that is at once deep and subterranean.
It cuts across all the different masks that we wear on a constant basis. I could have pretended to play a game (any stupid game), but I don’t want to anymore.
I’m here and I’m ready to play with you. I’m ready to exchange some cognitive orgasms with you. If you are ready as well, let’s have some fun.
Let’s exchange some ideas, and improve the world in our own minute manner. That’s all we can really do.
That’s all I really want to do.
I want to tribe it up with all of you. No matter who you are and where you are. So message me if you want to connect at boomshikha at themillionairehippie dot com.
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