So a month ago I had a suspicion that you can strengthen your iris. I noticed how some irises look like cracked glass while others look meaty. When I first started working out my iris it looked like cracked glass. After a month of daily exercise it is starting to look meaty.

While I was looking at photos of irises I was also studying the irises of animals. I saw how birds have meaty well exercised irises while human irises look weak. If we ever talk face-to-face and you see that I am looking at something; I am just observing your eyes. Since I have found this out I like to watch eyes.

When I first started exercising my irises I could see that I was damaging them. Holes had begun to form and my iris went from looking like broken glass to sludge. It was annoying at first because light would shine through the holes. I thought I was going to make myself blind. I didn’t really care if I would lose my vision. My eyes are terrible already and without them I am blind.

After finding out about the iris I started wondering if I could adjust the other parts of my vision; like my astigmatism. I knew that if I could somehow change the shape of my eye by squeezing the sides or top and bottom that I could get rid of it. For about a week I have been exercising the muscles that hold the eye in place. I take my glasses off and squint to see things perfectly then slowly go back to bad vision. I think doing this is helping to strengthen the muscles around the eyes. After I squint and relax for a few minutes to stretch the muscles I then hold the perfect vision for a few minutes and relax again. After a couple days of exercise when I put my glasses back on I had my astigmatism when I put my glasses back on. The first couple days after I was done working out the muscles my eyes were becoming tired and a nap was in order after the workout. So any further strain would not cause any damage. Not only were my eyes getting a workout but so was my brain. After the first day of working out my eye by the end of work I had a headache in the backside of my brain (this is where vision is controlled) and I had visuals of rainbow zigzaggy lines all around like water running slowly out of a faucet. It was hard to focus on the words on my monitor and eventually I couldn’t focus on things that close to me at all. Once I was outside my vision was normal because I could focus on the horizon.

I am near sighted and my final step to seeing 100% if only for a minute or two at a time is to find out how to squish in the back of my eye to bring the lens closer to the optic nerve. I have done this once before and it was through an intense amount of smiling by being purely joyful.

Now what would make me do all of this? I have been going through a depressing time and one day I was looking in the mirror just for the fun of it; to look around my face and inspect it in detail. I am the kind of person who likes to observe and see how things work. I was raised to “figure out everything”; so when I am bored I learn how things work and watch things. Figuring out patterns has always been my favorite activity. Well anyway, I had observed and found out how everything on my desk works by tearing them apart, looking at the things in detail, and reading about them if I couldn’t figure it out on my own. So I started thinking about when to look at next and what could I figure out. I looked all over my room under my desk, sofa, and bed and there was nothing. I had to use the restroom and when I was done I looked in the mirror. I took off my glasses and I couldn’t see anything; so I moved in closer. I looked into my eye and was looking at the patterns in it but I was having a hard time seeing what the iris was. I went back into my bedroom and grabbed a platter from a hard disk drive. This is the only thing I have that has a near perfect reflective surface and it was a sunny day so I would have proper lighting and a good tool for inspection. I also have my near sightedness; when I have my glasses off I can see things in high detail if they are close to my face. When I started to observe my eye I noticed that there was a lot more than a pattern and color to the eye but there is also muscle and mine looked dead. My iris looked stiff, brittle, and unhealthy. As I continued to look I felt my vision zooming in. I looked around and noticed that my pupil was dilating. I looked around my room and brought my vision back to normal. I looked into the platter again and watched my iris contract and my vision zoomed in as I held focus. I saw small strands of tissue around the pupil these must have been the muscles that allow the iris to contract and expand. I noticed that my eyelids always keep a shadow over my pupil keeping direct light out of my vision. I messed around with my eye a little longer and realized I was damaging the iris. Small holes had started to form and light was going in them. I started to panic for a while but realized I needed to relax and cover my eyes.

After I had done all of this and feeling like I was going to lose the vision in my left eye. I felt good. I had never felt that kind of connection with my body before or if I did it was in a different stage of life that I cannot remember (maybe when I was a baby or child). It was a good reminder that this body is mine and that I not only live in it but I control it and it is part of me. For the longest time I have treated this body like a vehicle. I keep it clean, I make sure it is running good, and I keep it fueled with food high in vitamins and try to keep junk out of it. Since that day I discovered my iris, I have noticed some other quirks about myself: I don’t smile often (at least when I am alone which is most of my time) and I have bad posture. Vocalizing isn’t a strong point either but that was obvious to me since my teens. Now that I am aware of some things that need to be fixed for better health; I am now working on them.

So, for the longest time I have been treating this body as a vehicle. Something you hop in and it takes you places but the problem is you are stuck in it. So for the longest time I have just been driving and not really living; I have been missing out on the experience of life. Sure I have good times and bad times; I have done good things and bad things… but my view of everything for years has been a disconnected one.

One of my favorite hobbies other than observing things is to just drive and go places for no reason at all but just to keep moving and seeing things. Since it isn’t summer I can’t do my other hobby of riding my bike but now that I realized my strange connection with my body I can now enjoy it too.