Silence.
Sometimes, the best option is to turn it all the way up.
Not to satisfy your ego’s need for control of your helm, but to glimpse a beacon cutting through the heavy fog.
Not to get philosophical or poetic—but what I’m describing is that moment when you learn to master containment of the chaos within whilst having a zero longing to tell a single soul about it.
It’s a deeply personal moment with your own spine.
Exposed. Unshaken.
Sincerely keeping in stillness, eyes locked on that one elusive beacon—the exit point of your turbulent existence.
“THAT” trade, the one that triggers rooted fear.
It’s an umbrella term that covers numerous facets, at which state they do not matter.
In this stillness, you board a ship on a voyage through the fog and that is where fear thrives.
How do you rid yourself of its lingering remnants as it keeps purging its residue while looking for a shore?…
Fear is the propeller of your ship, synced in unison, the driving force that keeps you moving forward where separation seems impossible, united as one.
Now, let’s revisit your ego.
It operates in the realms of past and future.
It uses logic as a lock and key to interpret everything that’s gone wrong in the past and project that failure into the future.
That’s how the propeller keeps turning at high RPM.
Many preach, “Be in the here and now.”
But that’s a difficult state to reach when your anxiety is at its peak.
Sleep may offer brief respite, but the weight upon the waking hour is dreadful.
The heaviness arrives and greets you like a loyal mistress who you betrayed.
So, logically, you might think: “Shut off the propeller, use the sail…”
But here's the catch—reality is far from perfect, and sometimes there’s no wind.
Just layers of fog.
The sail won’t help; it may only complicate things, especially as you don’t have the faintest clue if or when the wind will pick up.
Here’s the turning point.
You learn to embrace the drift.
The term for this is surrender.
Let me say this clearly. Surrender is not weakness.
Some might call it “taking action by not taking action.”
Underlying interpretation is subjective.
The Method of Deduction.
Cliche phrase…
“Reduce the noise to gain clarity”, well because fear is a ‘Frequency of Energy Amplifying Resistance’.
There is no shame in it as no trader is immune.
We all have been dealt a card of the Universal Geo Position, where “Bearlington” and “Bullington” turned into a potential end game, later to surface as a wrenching regretful memory depending on how you processed it.
One must comprehend in the stillness, that fear is an energy that blocks us, amplifying resistance to PROGRESS or proper ACTION and ignites a REACTION naturally - the deadliest one being frozen in panic.
Now, the action.
You surrender to the fog.
You shut down the propellers and let your ship glide.
There’s always a timer—your liquidation point, a whole host of other factors—and swallowing that pill is never easy.
How do you hold this mindset while time relentlessly ticks away?
Grant yourself a few minutes of stillness…
No inner dialogue, just silence. No inner talk because that leads you straight into a rabbit hole.
This is the balancing act between creativity and surrender—how to dodge the bullet while borrowing calmness.
Amidst this uncomfortable point, you’ll RE-LEARN to hear your breath, the beat of your heart. It’s the world around you that you’ve forgotten to notice. Perhaps the sound of birds chirping at 4 a.m. As time stretches, you may notice the kind of tree that’s outside your window, which has existed before you were long conceived and will stand beyond your expiration date.
Everything begins to scale.
The situation, which felt insurmountable, becomes proportionate to everything else.
You still possess strength.
You still have sight.
You still hear.
You are alive, and that’s a reminder of how far you’ve come.
This is the moment you step outside of your situation. And this, right here, is where the magic happens.
I personally don’t believe in magic. To me, it’s just harmonious mathematics.
But that “AHA!” moment is undeniable.
Your plan starts to take form as a distant mirage through the fog.
Trust when I say, the fog doesn’t settle, your senses obtain a rain-shield and a foglight.
Hello, clarity.
Maybe the charts align this time.
Maybe the structure is moving the way you anticipated. And just like that, you’ve gained a sliver of clarity.
The trick is to keep moving forward, maintaining perspective.
The fog doesn’t magically vanish, but you learn to navigate it.
You engage your surroundings, adjust, and save some fuel in the process.
What you’ve done is re-channel your energy—cut off the fuel-line to the propeller.
Fear loses its grip.
I repeat, that fear—it’s an umbrella term now. The details don’t even matter.
You needed silence.
Shutting off the noise was the first step.
Those propellers were making too much racket.
Now, you just watch.
You float.
You’re no longer entangled in the situation.
I say "situation" instead of "problem" because you don’t have a problem.
Never see things as a problem.
Duality fuels extremes and skyrockets emotional pendulum swings.
There’s no good.
No evil.
There is only what is.
At some point, you realize…
Nothing lasts forever.
There are cycles and phases and that in itself is THE CONSTANT.
And when the fog does clear, you look around—no island, no shore, no beacon.
You’re still floating.
The clock is still ticking.
But here’s the reality check.
Do you realize how many things you could have done in that fear-induced panic mode?
You created a type of momentary anchor.
Take a moment.
Think about it.
The what if’s…if there was an iceberg you couldn’t see?
You could’ve crashed, completely and literally underwater.
It’s not an easy practice and it is a solo journey.
Speaking to others can validate your victimhood, which only drags you down further. Especially when you talk to other traders.
It’s on an extreme rare occasion you’ll ever find your perfect answer.
Most of the time, those voices will sound like an all knowing three-headed dragon mixed with a panicking crew.
Adapt to growing your own spine my love.
The key to regaining focus—designing your decision into action and resolving the situation in your favor with minimal damage—will be an ongoing process.
You’ll learn to surrender, drift, and accept that fear can be a constant companion—but it doesn’t have to control you.
And sometimes, that mistress?
She’s a Trojan horse—deceptively alluring, but full of consequences. Different face, different name, same impact on your lifeboat, if you let her in.
Once again, train to re-frame fear.
It’s ONLY a frequency.
Your next candle is not hope.
It’s the cold proof you made it through the blackout…
…for now
There are no promises, just currents.
Hear the reality.
You kill a trader from the inside by letting them abduct themselves. They go from being the sharpest, most focused individual to a detective in their own head—chasing down ghosts that may not even exist. They either wake up and build the bridge to their own throne, or they keep smashing the keyboard like it’s their only lifeline—until the money dries up and they're left with nothing but a pile of regret.
It’s a war between their ears.
The rest of it? Just noise.
And remember this, the charts aren’t gonna save you, the system isn’t gonna save you...
Only you can own the mind that sits behind that screen.
So yeah, there are no promises, just currents.
As always…over and out,
Craft
Sometimes, the best option is to turn it all the way up.
Not to satisfy your ego’s need for control of your helm, but to glimpse a beacon cutting through the heavy fog.
Not to get philosophical or poetic—but what I’m describing is that moment when you learn to master containment of the chaos within whilst having a zero longing to tell a single soul about it.
It’s a deeply personal moment with your own spine.
Exposed. Unshaken.
Sincerely keeping in stillness, eyes locked on that one elusive beacon—the exit point of your turbulent existence.
“THAT” trade, the one that triggers rooted fear.
It’s an umbrella term that covers numerous facets, at which state they do not matter.
In this stillness, you board a ship on a voyage through the fog and that is where fear thrives.
How do you rid yourself of its lingering remnants as it keeps purging its residue while looking for a shore?…
Fear is the propeller of your ship, synced in unison, the driving force that keeps you moving forward where separation seems impossible, united as one.
Now, let’s revisit your ego.
It operates in the realms of past and future.
It uses logic as a lock and key to interpret everything that’s gone wrong in the past and project that failure into the future.
That’s how the propeller keeps turning at high RPM.
Many preach, “Be in the here and now.”
But that’s a difficult state to reach when your anxiety is at its peak.
Sleep may offer brief respite, but the weight upon the waking hour is dreadful.
The heaviness arrives and greets you like a loyal mistress who you betrayed.
So, logically, you might think: “Shut off the propeller, use the sail…”
But here's the catch—reality is far from perfect, and sometimes there’s no wind.
Just layers of fog.
The sail won’t help; it may only complicate things, especially as you don’t have the faintest clue if or when the wind will pick up.
Here’s the turning point.
You learn to embrace the drift.
The term for this is surrender.
Let me say this clearly. Surrender is not weakness.
Some might call it “taking action by not taking action.”
Underlying interpretation is subjective.
The Method of Deduction.
Cliche phrase…
“Reduce the noise to gain clarity”, well because fear is a ‘Frequency of Energy Amplifying Resistance’.
There is no shame in it as no trader is immune.
We all have been dealt a card of the Universal Geo Position, where “Bearlington” and “Bullington” turned into a potential end game, later to surface as a wrenching regretful memory depending on how you processed it.
One must comprehend in the stillness, that fear is an energy that blocks us, amplifying resistance to PROGRESS or proper ACTION and ignites a REACTION naturally - the deadliest one being frozen in panic.
Now, the action.
You surrender to the fog.
You shut down the propellers and let your ship glide.
There’s always a timer—your liquidation point, a whole host of other factors—and swallowing that pill is never easy.
How do you hold this mindset while time relentlessly ticks away?
Grant yourself a few minutes of stillness…
No inner dialogue, just silence. No inner talk because that leads you straight into a rabbit hole.
This is the balancing act between creativity and surrender—how to dodge the bullet while borrowing calmness.
Amidst this uncomfortable point, you’ll RE-LEARN to hear your breath, the beat of your heart. It’s the world around you that you’ve forgotten to notice. Perhaps the sound of birds chirping at 4 a.m. As time stretches, you may notice the kind of tree that’s outside your window, which has existed before you were long conceived and will stand beyond your expiration date.
Everything begins to scale.
The situation, which felt insurmountable, becomes proportionate to everything else.
You still possess strength.
You still have sight.
You still hear.
You are alive, and that’s a reminder of how far you’ve come.
This is the moment you step outside of your situation. And this, right here, is where the magic happens.
I personally don’t believe in magic. To me, it’s just harmonious mathematics.
But that “AHA!” moment is undeniable.
Your plan starts to take form as a distant mirage through the fog.
Trust when I say, the fog doesn’t settle, your senses obtain a rain-shield and a foglight.
Hello, clarity.
Maybe the charts align this time.
Maybe the structure is moving the way you anticipated. And just like that, you’ve gained a sliver of clarity.
The trick is to keep moving forward, maintaining perspective.
The fog doesn’t magically vanish, but you learn to navigate it.
You engage your surroundings, adjust, and save some fuel in the process.
What you’ve done is re-channel your energy—cut off the fuel-line to the propeller.
Fear loses its grip.
I repeat, that fear—it’s an umbrella term now. The details don’t even matter.
You needed silence.
Shutting off the noise was the first step.
Those propellers were making too much racket.
Now, you just watch.
You float.
You’re no longer entangled in the situation.
I say "situation" instead of "problem" because you don’t have a problem.
Never see things as a problem.
Duality fuels extremes and skyrockets emotional pendulum swings.
There’s no good.
No evil.
There is only what is.
At some point, you realize…
Nothing lasts forever.
There are cycles and phases and that in itself is THE CONSTANT.
And when the fog does clear, you look around—no island, no shore, no beacon.
You’re still floating.
The clock is still ticking.
But here’s the reality check.
Do you realize how many things you could have done in that fear-induced panic mode?
You created a type of momentary anchor.
Take a moment.
Think about it.
The what if’s…if there was an iceberg you couldn’t see?
You could’ve crashed, completely and literally underwater.
It’s not an easy practice and it is a solo journey.
Speaking to others can validate your victimhood, which only drags you down further. Especially when you talk to other traders.
It’s on an extreme rare occasion you’ll ever find your perfect answer.
Most of the time, those voices will sound like an all knowing three-headed dragon mixed with a panicking crew.
Adapt to growing your own spine my love.
The key to regaining focus—designing your decision into action and resolving the situation in your favor with minimal damage—will be an ongoing process.
You’ll learn to surrender, drift, and accept that fear can be a constant companion—but it doesn’t have to control you.
And sometimes, that mistress?
She’s a Trojan horse—deceptively alluring, but full of consequences. Different face, different name, same impact on your lifeboat, if you let her in.
Once again, train to re-frame fear.
It’s ONLY a frequency.
Your next candle is not hope.
It’s the cold proof you made it through the blackout…
…for now
There are no promises, just currents.
Hear the reality.
You kill a trader from the inside by letting them abduct themselves. They go from being the sharpest, most focused individual to a detective in their own head—chasing down ghosts that may not even exist. They either wake up and build the bridge to their own throne, or they keep smashing the keyboard like it’s their only lifeline—until the money dries up and they're left with nothing but a pile of regret.
It’s a war between their ears.
The rest of it? Just noise.
And remember this, the charts aren’t gonna save you, the system isn’t gonna save you...
Only you can own the mind that sits behind that screen.
So yeah, there are no promises, just currents.
As always…over and out,
Craft
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