The Anarchist's Guide to Unorthodox Wellness ??????

Ready for a walk on the wild side of wisdom? Well, buckle up, buttercup, because the latest excerpt from the book is diving headfirst into the swaggering seas of the ego. That's right, we're tossing the life vest and swimming with the big fish of self-reflection. And who better to kick us off than the grandmaster of mind mavericks, good ol' Rajneesh? He quips:

"The moment you drop the ego, you are infinite, boundless, you are total. In the total, all distinctions disappear, all boundaries disappear. You become oceanic."

Oh, don't mind us; we're just here shaking the foundation of conventional thought like a coconut tree in a tropical storm. Let's face it; while everyone else is in the rat race for status and spotlight, we're over here unravelling the cosmic joke of the #ego with a wink and a nudge. So let's crank up the volume on our inner odysseys and let Rajneesh's words be the soundtrack to our soulful rebellion. Stay rebellious, and stay quirked! ?????

Book excerpt

"Meditation is not growth of the ego, it is death of the ego." - Rajneesh

Now, isn't that a thought to stroke your beard to, eh? Here's how we see it here at Bearded Basturds. #Meditation - that tranquil symphony of silence, is much like grooming your beard. You see, it's not about flaunting a flashy, ego-driven display of hair growth, but rather taming the wild, rebellious strands into a refined ensemble of badassery. It's about understanding that beneath the bristling forest of #masculinity lies the raw, untamed spirit of the man. As you meditate, you strip away the unnecessary, the ego, much like trimming away the stray whiskers that don't serve your beard's grand design. You're left with a magnificent testament to patience, perseverance, and the quiet strength that defines a true Bearded Basturd. Just as meditation allows the mind's chaos to settle into serene order, grooming refines the rugged beard into a symbol of refined rebellion.

So, brothers, take a quiet minute for yourself, meditate, and remember - the beard doesn't make the man, the man makes the beard. Beard on, and let the bearded silence echo your inner strength! ?????

Oi, gather 'round, you bearded #philosophers and bare-chinned mavericks alike! Let's chew the fat about our mate Cato the Upright, shall we? This bloke was a straight arrow in a crooked world, a real odd duck among the Roman suits. He wouldn’t nick a penny if it was served to him on a silver platter. Cooked books? Nah, he'd rather starve. His engine wasn't running on ego; it was all about that hardcore honour code. But here's the kicker—Cato thought everyone else should toe the same line.

"Love, we can't all be Cats," they'd groan, shelling out excuses like candy on Halloween just before diving headfirst into a good old-fashioned backstab. The suits were sick of it, sick of this non-bribery-taking, virtue-bleating thorn in their side. So they ship him off to Cyprus, the Las Vegas of antiquity, figuring all that sin and skin would rub off on him, dye his moral fabric a shade or two darker, Caesar-style. It's like Aurelius warned us—beware of becoming a royal purple Caesar salad!

But here's to Cato, who rocked the boat and sailed home just as un-Caesarified as when he'd left. The moral of the story? Stick to your virtues, your courage-temperance-justice-wisdom smoothie, no matter how much the world tries to shove a Caesar-salad down your throat. Let’s not just resist; let’s dance to the beat of our own drum, with a beard or without, and make ole Cato proud, eh? ?????

And so, my eccentric crew, as the curtain falls on our tale of integrity, let's not just tip our hats to Cato but etch his code onto the tablets of our hearts. In today's grand theatre of smoke and mirrors, where shadows often dance more vigorously than truth, living with untainted honour is a rare art. It's a performance, sans audience, where the only applause comes from the quiet echo of our conscience.

Yet here's the heart-twister, the real McCoy that’s worth chewing on: integrity is doing the right gig when the crowd's cleared and the stage is dark. It’s that groovy solo dance in the kitchen, where the only spectator is your reflection in the kettle's shine. And in those moments, when the choices weigh heavy, and the easy path twinkles with neon temptation, remember: you're the architect of your own epic dance. Build not a flimsy shack on the sands of deceit, but a fortress of funk, firm in the bedrock of honour.

So yeah, be righteous rebels in a world addicted to shortcuts. Let your deeds be as unshakable as a lighthouse in a tempest sea, guiding lost ships to the haven of truth. It's not about playing jazz to the rhythm of the world's drum, it's about strumming a guitar solo to the melody of your moral fiber. It's a challenge, a climb, a downright rebellion against the avalanche of corruption. And it's worth every bead of sweat on your furrowed brow. ?????

Being a #Bearded Basturd, it's not just about facial fuzz. It's a symbol, a signal to the cosmos that screams: "Here I stand, unwavering in my pursuit of righteousness." So let's do this — not just for Cato or the echoes of history, but for the tale we're still writing, the legacy we leave behind. Roar against the tempest, my friends, and remain steadfast. Integrity is the compass that navigates through the storm, and with it, we'll chart a course to legendary shores. ?? ???? ??

#IntegrityIsRad #RighteousRebels #MoralMavericks #GroovyVirtue #BeardedBasturdLegacy ??????

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