I have a life practice called “Mr. Beaning”
If you’ve been stuck with something I suggest you try it.
Simply ask “What would Mr Bean do?”
If you’ve watched the iconic Mr. Bean episodes by Rowan Atkinson then you’re familiar with the approach Bean takes to solving complex problems and situations.
Often what appears externally as totally moronic and socially uncalibrated behavior actually ends up in his favor.
ie: brushing your teeth while driving because you're late for your appointment and using the windshield wiper fluid to rinse your mouth, using a shoe and a plastic bag to make a salad...
...or bringing a fish and a potato with you to the appliance store to test out the potato peeler and the size of the frying pan.
(*If you've never watched Mr. Bean, you're missing out, here's a good one to start with.)
Atkinson made the audience reel with laughter at Bean’s mannerisms, but few recognize that underneath the character’s laughable poise is hidden brilliance that edges on quantum physics genius.
Mr. Bean defies reality, enters flow, and penetrates resistance of conventional limits by being oblivious to boundaries, socially acceptable norms, and conclusions.
Yesterday was a perfect example of how I used the principles of Mr.Bean-ism to bend time and get free luggage allowance at the airport.
I was traveling and was in a pickle... my life felt like a Mr Bean episode.
Normally I am one of these people that loves to organize and prepare for travel way in advance.
This is something I'm quite proud of in myself.
Organizing for weeks in advance, I had planned to get plenty of sleep, be fully packed and ready to go, flying to Poland and Greece to start the big sailing adventure...
However, life always has other plans.
Due to divine intervention, there I was running late to the airport, running on only 3 hours of sleep, brushing my teeth in the car while I was driving.
Some tooth-paste oozed out of my mouth and onto my shorts as I hit an unexpected traffic jam which added another 30 minutes to my lateness. "Perfect," I thought and had a laugh, breathing and comforting my nervous system as I assured my body that all would be well.
I arrived at the long-term drop-off-your-car parking and stammered out of the car as half a blender, socks, supplement bottles, boxes, rubber exercise bands, books, my favorite hats, and old electronic razors I had planned to throw out spilled onto the ground.
(I woke up and still had some things to pack, the Mr.Bean decision I made 2 hours earlier was "I'll deal with it later" and I just threw it all in the car instead.)
The driver of the the shuttle waiting for me looked on in amazement as I tried to make packing decisions on the ground.
"What would Mr. Bean do?" I asked.
Instead of packing, I threw it all into a big pile in the shuttle and hopped in.
This approach worked to make it to the gate as one of the last passengers to board the plane.
But the final Mr.BeanIsm is something I'm most proud of.
I had forgotten to pay for an extra baggage allowance and was carrying a big guitar case with my guitar and flutes in it.
Seeing me carrying my oversized guitar case a young man asked me "Sir, did you pay for that guitar case"
I turned and answered as obliviously as I could fake it... "Do I have to pay for this guitar case?"
"Sir, it's a plane, not a bus. Come with me.", he barked.
The order felt like a sharp shaming stab to my intelligence (a typical Spanish cultural thing) ...enough to infuriate any mortal into a snappy come-back, but I did not care, I was Mr. Bean after all, oblivious.
At the counter, the other staff member was having a near-screaming match with another woman who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
(The boarding staff of this airline was made up of some of the rudest human beings you'd ever encounter.)
"Sir, put your case against this measuring wall."
He pointed at one of these measuring lines against a wall with a big bold line and text "If it's bigger than this you have to pay."
Just at a glance I knew that my guitar was double the size of the height of the line.
"What would Mr. Bean do?"
I decided to play the fool and pretend I was as stupid as this man thought I was.
I placed the guitar under the measuring stick on an angle against the wall 🤣. (Basically laying it sideways.)
The guy shook his head and fixed the guitar to point out it was indeed over-size, but I could tell he was having a hard time not laughing.
He punched some numbers into his beep-beep machine and printed a ticket "Here you go Sir, you're lucky, normally this would be another 90 Euros."
Why Does Mr. Beanism work?
There's physics behind it.
In the book "Reality Transurfing" author Vadim Zeland goes in-depth into this by outlining the subtle energy dynamics responsible in changing timelines
To put it bluntly: The Universe is a big playful puppy, it's we who forget that.
The more you clamp down and tighten in an unfavorable situation, the more the laws of quantum reality work against you.
There are three ways to remove yourself from un-favourable influences and timelines:
1. Ignore the situation, don't feed it energy.
2. Do something unexpected.
3. Do something comical.
If you study Mr. Beanism closely you will notice that Mr. Bean uses all three of these quantum reality disentanglement principles simultaneously.
1. He is oblivious (thus ignoring 'reality')
2. He is unpredictable
3. His approach is often comical.
The result is that reality bends around him, and will for you too as you embrace these truths.
"Reality exists only where the mind creates a focus."
- Mahayana Buddhism Sutra
If reality only exists where we pay attention, then Mr. Beanism is a smiling pattern interrupt that basically tells the Unvierse: "Hey, I'm opting out of seriousness and into my own world."
It's extremely powerful.
But it's important to know that Mr.Beaning isn't just about playing dumb or being reckless.
It's about following your heart to the max, and assuming that God and the Universe always have your back.
It's about carving out your own path, and knowing that there is always time and always resources to do what your heart tells you to do.
The reason why I was late for the airport is that on a last-minute whim I met a woman so wonderful it was worth altering my plans for.
According to logic, I had to plan and be my organized self, but higher wisdom told me to trade my time for precious moments of connection late into the midnight hours. According to the news we're on the brink of World War 3 and I should be saving all my money to buy land grow my own food and stock up on gold... Mr. Beanism has me going sailing in Greece this week instead to make movies that inspire people to heal and live their fullest lives.
I could go on and deepen these thoughts.
Instead, here's a picture that speaks louder than words.
Nothing is impossible, only what your mind says is so.
Kacper
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