Starving the Old Mind

Metaphorical Narrative

Old mind is a parasite machine.
It feeds on worry and judgement like a rusted engine running on toxic fuel.

Each thought of doom, each voice of condemnation, becomes gasoline. It roars, leaks, and spits your life force out as waste — endless detours, misery, shutdown.

But here’s the secret: it can’t run on truth.
Pull the fuel line, and it sputters. Cut it completely, and the engine dies.

No fight needed. No debate.
Just starvation.

Core Insight

Old mind doesn’t live on reality — it survives on worry + judgement.

The moment you stop feeding it, it collapses. Starve the engine, and the hijack is over.

Saturday Experiment

When worry or judgement hits, don’t argue. Don’t analyze.

• Name one fact of the present (“I am here. I am safe.”).
• Notice the engine falter.
• Stay with the fact until silence follows.

Sunday Reflection

In third person, journal:

• What fuel does the old mind demand most often?
• What happens when they refuse to pour it in?
• How does life feel when the engine finally dies?