The Bleeding Lion: Dominating the Territory Within and Without

The transformation I have undergone since the day I was born has taken many years. Over the coming year, my focus is to fully rebuild my health and restore my nervous system to its absolute highest potential of strength and resilience.

In a world that can be deeply chaotic and unpredictable, many people carry wear and tear on their nervous systems. Mine experienced severe trauma—first through a complex family history in childhood, later through a violent relationship in 1999, and finally, a total collapse in 2004. I survived those dark moments against the odds.

The Hard Truth of the 2004 Collapse

To look at the hard truth of that collapse in 2004: I experienced a severe, acute psychotic episode one freezing winter night in the South Harbour. Driven by a mind completely detached from reality, I exited my apartment entirely naked into the freezing dark. In my mind, I was Neo from The Matrix. I ran across a busy street where cars were traveling at 80 km/h, sprinting through traffic without looking.

From there, I ran toward the modern industrial area near the Ericsson building. Near the water's edge, my delusion shifted. I was no longer Neo; I believed I was Jesus, regressed back to the year zero. I was on the verge of stepping into the freezing water, truly believing I could walk across it to the other side. In reality, I could have drowned, and to the outside world, it would have looked like suicide—though in my mind, there was no desire to die; I was simply entirely consumed by the psychosis.

My focus shifted when a delivery vehicle arrived, and a worker stepped out to deliver linens to the building. I turned my attention to him, yelling that he was evil and that I could see his soul—though in reality, he was likely just an ordinary person doing his job in the middle of the cold night. Perplexed by the sight of a naked, rambling young man, he ended up in the elevator with me. We ascended to the Ericsson cafeteria, where a couple of workers were cleaning. My feet had already turned blue from the cold, and I was shouting nonsensical, angry bursts about souls. They gave me an apron to cover myself and called the police. It eventually took about two weeks at the hospital just to establish my identity, as I was entirely unable to recall my own name.

Defying the Grim Statistics

The statistics for individuals who experience a psychological crisis of that magnitude are grim. Conventional data suggests that many who face such severe episodes struggle to ever return to traditional employment, raise families, or live unassisted, often facing a significantly reduced life expectancy, usually living a maximum of 10 years after the episode.

Yet, I went home after the hospital and continued my business ventures and music attempts and had jobs after that too (3-4 years at the main prosecutor of Denmark). I became a father to two children, and while circumstances have been incredibly difficult—and I am still fighting to see my daughter—I took dedicated care of my son. Many years later, I founded LasseCash.

This is why I view my survival as a MIRACLE.

Somehow, I have juggled society with a basically broken mind and body for 22 years now. I would have maybe three months where I appeared normal, followed by months where it was obvious to the outside world that there was something completely wrong with me. It has been a risky, uncertain ride that most people would not have survived in this way, let alone partially healed from over 22 years. Twenty-two years is a long time to live this way and survive in one of the most expensive cities in the world. As I said above, most people would have died in a hospital within 5 to 10 years or ended up marginalized into alcoholism in some cheap, distant countryside location. I juggled these extreme conditions in a way that is really hard to explain.

I could have died that night from a traffic accident or from the freezing water. It felt as though a higher power spared my life while delivering a profound, humbling lesson. Today, I write this story onto the blockchain as a permanent record of survival.

The Bleeding Lion Under the Bush

Today, I view myself as a lion. A heavily wounded, bleeding lion that survived a deadly battle on the savannah, now resting quietly under a bush to heal its deep wounds. The prognosis for this upcoming year is focused entirely on this period of deep, steady shelter and repair, allowing my nervous system to completely mend under the shade of that bush.

Recently, a realization became clear to me: for many years, I was a wounded lion spending my valuable time and energy chasing flies. But a healthy, powerful lion does not waste its days on minor distractions. Its primary role is to be fully present, guarding its territory with a calm, unshakeable and silent authority. It protects the space it occupies. That is it.

The pieces of the puzzle have finally fallen into place. The healing takes time, but the focus remains entirely on dominating the territory within and without.

You heard it here first.

Lasse Ehlers

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