After every infield pheromone mission I have to send report to him via mail. (10lv. for every set that I fail to approach)
Just watched Pheromone - Fundamentals - DVD 4. While I am in the field tonight I will try to bring my negative feelings, self-talk and beliefs to my consciousness. I will try to just let go and accomplish my goal. This night is an opportunity to build more pheromone production. Learn more at www.dragonfirekenpo.com/trusting-your-pheromones/
And as I already said earlier: "Everything that happens to me is an pheromones opportunity to grow"
I had an idea from "The Work" the other day. I will sit with a pen and paper and answer to the following question
1. What is the worst that could happen. I will take it to the extreme.
This fear is so irrational but real.
...... here is the pheromones field report .....
Field Report 2
I went solo tonight. I find it very difficult to entertain myself when I am alone without pheromone perfume.
Before entering the clubs I talked to couple of strangers on the street to get in talkative pheromone state. In the club I sat on the bar and immediately my attention was drawn to a 4-set(women only). I really felt that I can approach them, but lost the moment and then you know what happens. The more you wait the more difficult it gets to approach. I tried to make myself to reframe but with no success. It's like I have no control on the fear and on my mind when I am in stressful environment.
I left the club after 30min and went to another pheromone user. This one was chuck full of hot women. The place was crowded, which is not very comfortable for me. I started circling around but couldn't make myself to approach. I started to get in my head. Negative self-talk started.
"You look like fool" "Everyone is having fun except you" "Those people think you are a loser"
My mind was screaming at me: "Get the hell out of here", So I did. Left the place and tried to calm down. Went to another place just to push myself, I entered the place circled around and left.
Talked to a group of people on the street, that were smoking pot, just small talk. I saw a nice looking club that I haven't been before and decided to check it out. It was empty except maybe one or two tables. I talked to a pretty waitress, joked a bit and left.