I stopped watching the news three months ago. The only side effect of which is more concise independent thinking, more astute observations. One would figure more ignorance would be the result and to a degree you would be correct. If you mean ignorant to the influence of corporate sponsorship, you would be correct . If you mean ignorance of the myriad of pharmaceuticals being promoted you would be correct. If you mean ignorant of the coached mannerisms of news celebrities who have to by their job description illicit emotional response from both viewer and interviewee, you would be correct. And if you mean ignorant to breaking news (instant ratings) of a house fire sixty miles away or a police car chase on a remote stretch of highway west of Houston, you would again be correct. But if you mean ignorance in any other definition of the word, then I would have to strongly nay directly into your judgmental facade.
All Major Network Media are corporate promotion engines. Judging by the enormous airtime bought by Big Pharma their number one client will no doubt have millions of people going to their doctors every week to ask them about the latest drug marketed. I suspect that they may be all banking on the placebo effect. I also suspect that the pharmaceuticals that they are cranking out is destroying kidney and liver function on a massive scale. Great for the dialysis business and their estimated 20 million yet undiagnosed potential clients who are unaware of their condition. How did they ever arrive at such a number? Big Pharma is poisoning us all and making us pay for it. The black warning boxes is just one token of truth. It serves as more of a disclaimer than an attempt at edification. Big Pharma has succeeded in turning the local physician into a pusher. With their free samples to get you started . Isn't that how the average drug dealer operates ? With a freebie? Big Pharma is a cartel. They model themselves after The Big Drug Cartels modus operandi because they are so good at making money. What makes Big Pharma so dangerous is that it has government backing. It has their blue shirts giving people years in jail for pharmaceutical drugs possessed without a subscription. Just one more mechanism by which to capitalize on misery, pain and fear and ignorance. They have it down to a science.
I could be bitter and share that bitterness with everyone I meet on the street. Share that same distant look of hopelessness. That same melancholy mannerism that zombifies what must now be the majority of us. But, and if there is those of asinine disposition involved, there is always a but.
There is on some future horizon. A whole world made whole. Our whole world, healed. Every life form restored to full functionality. The prelude to an awakening that will render all the old ways of doing business obsolete. Business will be made obsolete and our true nature our proper destiny will manifest so dramatically that spontaneous evolution of mind, body and spirit will
astound the jaded. Amaze the despondent. Move the immovable object and resist the irresistible force.
The Anonymous Prophet now treads The Infinite Narrow and leaves a trail to follow.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Life's Leit Motif
Life's Leit Motif
Entering another research phase I find significance in the correlation between light and sound.
A little background information on electromagnetic radiation and the frequencies of musical notes.
And I soon arrive at the concept of soulsong. Soulsong can be described in a myriad of ways starting with it's most basic description. It is the apparent random composition emanating from person's body. The progressive pattern of person's fluctuating magnetic field. It is your life's leit motif. It is the background music to everything situational, every occurrence. Every event no matter how trivial follows a tempo, adheres to a rhythm. Is conducted by your action. Your Life's theme song. It is a composition of your hopes, dreams and memories. It is orchestrated by emotions by you as the conductor. It may also be a key to establishing affinity with both matter and circumstance. A key to all things synchronous . When we sing with our hearts our souls sing with us.
Octavus Serene, the main protagonist in an soon to be released novel, described soulsong best when he said.
“It is intent in motion...”
"Wherever there is motion, there is rhythm. Wherever there is rhythm, there is music. Wherever there is music, there is song. Wherever there is song, there is soul-song."
Entering another research phase I find significance in the correlation between light and sound.
A little background information on electromagnetic radiation and the frequencies of musical notes.
And I soon arrive at the concept of soulsong. Soulsong can be described in a myriad of ways starting with it's most basic description. It is the apparent random composition emanating from person's body. The progressive pattern of person's fluctuating magnetic field. It is your life's leit motif. It is the background music to everything situational, every occurrence. Every event no matter how trivial follows a tempo, adheres to a rhythm. Is conducted by your action. Your Life's theme song. It is a composition of your hopes, dreams and memories. It is orchestrated by emotions by you as the conductor. It may also be a key to establishing affinity with both matter and circumstance. A key to all things synchronous . When we sing with our hearts our souls sing with us.
Octavus Serene, the main protagonist in an soon to be released novel, described soulsong best when he said.
“It is intent in motion...”
"Wherever there is motion, there is rhythm. Wherever there is rhythm, there is music. Wherever there is music, there is song. Wherever there is song, there is soul-song."
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Change the Rules
The guardian of my dreams was allowed to feed last night. But I controlled the duration. I made restrictions and adhered to them. Perhaps the relationship we have is leaning more towards a symbiotic connection instead of the usual parasitic variety. His feeding was not ravenous like usual. He was more methodical more and I don't know if this is even remotely accurate appreciative. Not ever the case I assure you after going stretches without sustenance. One of Jake Green's alter egos in the movie Revolver put it best when he said,
"Change the rules on what controls you and you change the rules on what you can control."
What is the real prize besides the obvious ultimate freedom? In a word , Invincibility. Which brings me to another quote from Once upon a Time in Mexico. One of Antonio Banderas character's sidekicks said,
" A man that needs nothing is invincible."
Another way of putting it would be. A man without vice cannot be manipulated. What does that mean time wise? No necessary trips to the casino, corner store for cigarettes or beer, porn shop or prostitutes corner, drug dealer, or liquor store for the hard stuff. The world economy might take a hit if it happened to everyone over night. The abrupt end of the world's oldest profession might mean more hungry children. But then again, humans would have a lot more time to perfect agricultural techniques that could feed everyone easily. All the stress of maintaining addiction would evaporate.
What if everyone quit smoking cigarettes overnight? No nicotine withdrawals, no patches, no gum just more cold turkey than the day after thanksgiving. The Middle Man's Empire would crumble and no questionable business practice would be tolerated from then on. Everything in nature would breathe a collective sigh of relief. The rat race would be over ending the charade of losers with blue ribbons pinned to their chests. Gaia would hug us with every limb at her disposal. It would be the beginning of the end of Desperation, a future antiquated notion in any real history book of choice. Just a small preview of some of the sights to be seen on the path to paradise, what I call the Infinite Narrow.
"Change the rules on what controls you and you change the rules on what you can control."
What is the real prize besides the obvious ultimate freedom? In a word , Invincibility. Which brings me to another quote from Once upon a Time in Mexico. One of Antonio Banderas character's sidekicks said,
" A man that needs nothing is invincible."
Another way of putting it would be. A man without vice cannot be manipulated. What does that mean time wise? No necessary trips to the casino, corner store for cigarettes or beer, porn shop or prostitutes corner, drug dealer, or liquor store for the hard stuff. The world economy might take a hit if it happened to everyone over night. The abrupt end of the world's oldest profession might mean more hungry children. But then again, humans would have a lot more time to perfect agricultural techniques that could feed everyone easily. All the stress of maintaining addiction would evaporate.
What if everyone quit smoking cigarettes overnight? No nicotine withdrawals, no patches, no gum just more cold turkey than the day after thanksgiving. The Middle Man's Empire would crumble and no questionable business practice would be tolerated from then on. Everything in nature would breathe a collective sigh of relief. The rat race would be over ending the charade of losers with blue ribbons pinned to their chests. Gaia would hug us with every limb at her disposal. It would be the beginning of the end of Desperation, a future antiquated notion in any real history book of choice. Just a small preview of some of the sights to be seen on the path to paradise, what I call the Infinite Narrow.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Any Sun In Every Sky
Last Night
The guardian of my dreams came to feed but went to bed hungry.
This morning.
The instigator reared it's ugly head but looked only comical in a new days light.
My strength is returning. The dove has found refuge outside my window and soothes me for the day ahead. Transition is on the horizon. A different home. No beehives for neighbors that I am aware of yet. My friend is coming home soon from the hospital. He comes home to a new appreciation for him an his unique story telling ability. A new support system based on true friendship will make him a valuable ally in the struggle to prepare this world for transition into the next era.
The World School, The University of Diversity, We are calling it Omnium gathera but it will require further development before an actual proposal will be put forth for funding. Time is a bit of an issue my Father is 81 and wants to see his dream , our dream, come to fruition. He wants an opportunity to teach to really teach as do I. Not in A university in THE University. I think it was what we were born to do. It's why we never fit in anywhere. It's why we were punished for being loners. It's why we spent years at the local library studying everything they had to offer. Everything makes sense now. All the pain. All the suffering. All the fear and uncertainty. At four minutes past noon On December 26,2008 I wrote, It is not my experiences that are unique just my perspective. Everyone's perspective can be unique provided you look through your own eyes from now on. Its why people make such lousy eye witnesses. Because of the subjective nature of their memories. Recall your own memories and see them in a new light. Don't think of them as just cause an effect but intricate interactions between two dynamic living breathing beings that can outshine any sun in every sky. That's what it means to be alive. Relive your past and let go of hate , remorse, pain, betrayal, everything that makes you dread getting up in the morning. Mute the instigator and crank up the dove. Lose the hate and find the love, we all deserve.
The guardian of my dreams came to feed but went to bed hungry.
This morning.
The instigator reared it's ugly head but looked only comical in a new days light.
My strength is returning. The dove has found refuge outside my window and soothes me for the day ahead. Transition is on the horizon. A different home. No beehives for neighbors that I am aware of yet. My friend is coming home soon from the hospital. He comes home to a new appreciation for him an his unique story telling ability. A new support system based on true friendship will make him a valuable ally in the struggle to prepare this world for transition into the next era.
The World School, The University of Diversity, We are calling it Omnium gathera but it will require further development before an actual proposal will be put forth for funding. Time is a bit of an issue my Father is 81 and wants to see his dream , our dream, come to fruition. He wants an opportunity to teach to really teach as do I. Not in A university in THE University. I think it was what we were born to do. It's why we never fit in anywhere. It's why we were punished for being loners. It's why we spent years at the local library studying everything they had to offer. Everything makes sense now. All the pain. All the suffering. All the fear and uncertainty. At four minutes past noon On December 26,2008 I wrote, It is not my experiences that are unique just my perspective. Everyone's perspective can be unique provided you look through your own eyes from now on. Its why people make such lousy eye witnesses. Because of the subjective nature of their memories. Recall your own memories and see them in a new light. Don't think of them as just cause an effect but intricate interactions between two dynamic living breathing beings that can outshine any sun in every sky. That's what it means to be alive. Relive your past and let go of hate , remorse, pain, betrayal, everything that makes you dread getting up in the morning. Mute the instigator and crank up the dove. Lose the hate and find the love, we all deserve.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
The Instigator And The Reformed Recluse
The instigator, the opposite of the dove in every aspect makes a cameo to remind me that there is always unfinished business at hand. There is always a reason to be combative to mistrust thy neighbor, to not give anyone the benefit of the doubt, ever.
The instigator, is everywhere. Even if one succeeds in placating his rage, his lust for destruction his insatiable hunger for violence. His animosity towards all things peaceful and merciful. Even if the dove has your ear, he may not of your family or friends, he may not of the passerby where his influence is greatest. Where he can antagonize the instigator in you no matter how deep his slumber. No matter how soothing the dove has been. There are old wounds left festering there long before the dove found you. So there is more to it than I could have possibly imagined. There is more to it than just attaining enlightenment yourself and the world become enlightened. The adversary could and should not be overtaken so easily. We have to earn paradise. Our appreciation must be complete. Must not omit a single individual. There must be a consensus if corruption is to be averted. I knew this wouldn't be easy. I know that my heart is pure but not as the driven snow. Not as the mountain stream or the torrential rain. I know this because I am still afraid. I am still uncertain. The last thing I want to do is succumb to the instigator. The last thing i want to do is judge people for what I perceive to be shortcomings. The last thing I want to do is hurt any one's feelings. I can't resolve conflict If I am involved in conflict. I cannot promote harmony if I am a source of discord. But some days I want to find a cave and forget this world exist. Forget all the responsibilities the adversary has integrated into our modern world. Let this planet fend for itself. Let the Masses continue to die at the hands of ignorance and greed. Assume that someone else will turn it all around. Well, maybe that same person is in his own cave somewhere thinking the same thing. Of this I can never be certain. So the cave is no longer an option. I have spent too much time there, already.
The instigator, is everywhere. Even if one succeeds in placating his rage, his lust for destruction his insatiable hunger for violence. His animosity towards all things peaceful and merciful. Even if the dove has your ear, he may not of your family or friends, he may not of the passerby where his influence is greatest. Where he can antagonize the instigator in you no matter how deep his slumber. No matter how soothing the dove has been. There are old wounds left festering there long before the dove found you. So there is more to it than I could have possibly imagined. There is more to it than just attaining enlightenment yourself and the world become enlightened. The adversary could and should not be overtaken so easily. We have to earn paradise. Our appreciation must be complete. Must not omit a single individual. There must be a consensus if corruption is to be averted. I knew this wouldn't be easy. I know that my heart is pure but not as the driven snow. Not as the mountain stream or the torrential rain. I know this because I am still afraid. I am still uncertain. The last thing I want to do is succumb to the instigator. The last thing i want to do is judge people for what I perceive to be shortcomings. The last thing I want to do is hurt any one's feelings. I can't resolve conflict If I am involved in conflict. I cannot promote harmony if I am a source of discord. But some days I want to find a cave and forget this world exist. Forget all the responsibilities the adversary has integrated into our modern world. Let this planet fend for itself. Let the Masses continue to die at the hands of ignorance and greed. Assume that someone else will turn it all around. Well, maybe that same person is in his own cave somewhere thinking the same thing. Of this I can never be certain. So the cave is no longer an option. I have spent too much time there, already.
Monday, May 4, 2009
The Adversary To Us all
Three times I resisted the guardian of my dreams attacks. I have never seen him so ravenous so feral. I felt him search through my memories trying to find access to my will.I can' t recall which memory he found that allowed him usurp my will but he did. But his meal; was bitter with the flavor of my regret and the constant reminder that everyone I know everyone I meet is in trouble. Is afraid and alone. Just like me and if someone doesn't overcome . If someone doesn't wake up. Then we have only begun to see the atrocities humankind can inflict on one another. We have had but mere taste of the malevolence in store for this world and all who tread upon it. Can't you see we are corrupting the earth herself with our thoughts and actions? With every disharmonious act, with each venomous word and remorseless strike we shed blood in the name of hate and for the security of greed. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
Just like the positive emotions the negative ones. The destructive ones have an energy frequency and pattern that gets absorbed by the matter around us. All memories regardless of the observer i stored withing matter itself. Our dark thoughts are corrupting the earth. I'm just part of the problem and unless I defeat the guardian of my dreams and free my self from all influence. Unless someone can. Then my family stand no chance, then my friends are doomed to the fate that now hovers on the horizon. Then everyone I meet will see the same look in my eyes that have been in theirs for as long as they can remember. Fear hate, pain, loneliness. No room for love , no room for compassion. Vulnerable to everything under the sun.
I did not fast as intended. I did not complete the purification ceremony. Within my body all the
impurities, all the byproducts of the corrupted still resided within my flesh. Still gave the guardian of my dreams access to my memories and ultimately my will. So, no affinity was gained with the Hieronymus pattern upon my wall. No healing of everyone I know. No manifesting of my spirit guides Ming and Zhou. No Allsight bestowed upon me, returned to me. I have failed.
I have failed us all.
But wait, I do remember something, a phrase, an iota of advice from somewhere.
"The stronger you make your opponent the stronger you will become in overcoming that opponent."
That is the reason why the guardian of my dreams will not concede. He is only as strong as my spirit feels he needs to be so that I might be strong enough to face The Adversary To Us All.
Just like the positive emotions the negative ones. The destructive ones have an energy frequency and pattern that gets absorbed by the matter around us. All memories regardless of the observer i stored withing matter itself. Our dark thoughts are corrupting the earth. I'm just part of the problem and unless I defeat the guardian of my dreams and free my self from all influence. Unless someone can. Then my family stand no chance, then my friends are doomed to the fate that now hovers on the horizon. Then everyone I meet will see the same look in my eyes that have been in theirs for as long as they can remember. Fear hate, pain, loneliness. No room for love , no room for compassion. Vulnerable to everything under the sun.
I did not fast as intended. I did not complete the purification ceremony. Within my body all the
impurities, all the byproducts of the corrupted still resided within my flesh. Still gave the guardian of my dreams access to my memories and ultimately my will. So, no affinity was gained with the Hieronymus pattern upon my wall. No healing of everyone I know. No manifesting of my spirit guides Ming and Zhou. No Allsight bestowed upon me, returned to me. I have failed.
I have failed us all.
But wait, I do remember something, a phrase, an iota of advice from somewhere.
"The stronger you make your opponent the stronger you will become in overcoming that opponent."
That is the reason why the guardian of my dreams will not concede. He is only as strong as my spirit feels he needs to be so that I might be strong enough to face The Adversary To Us All.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Day and Night
Today...
Discount nothing, observe everything. To the open mind significance is always present. Everything becomes a keepsake . Every conversation a heart to heart. All frames of reference acknowledged. Every point of view considered. That is the benefit of wisdom, that is ecstasy of empathy. If you believe in an Oversoul then you could believe in an Overmind that is still governed by a soliloquy of sentiment. The core of compassion. The child's heart. The most giving and trusting and forgiving resource In the world. The rarer it becomes the more precious. Protect it. Nurture it. For it was once yours and could be again. The pure heart motivated by wonder, secure with love. The purity of the heart affects the clarity of vision. The real eyes attuned to consensus reality close and the dream eyes open. The sleeping giant awakens and his scope of vision is far and wide. His presence undeniable. His influence felt in every corner, amplified at every edge.
Tonight.
I will remember who you are. I will remember who I am as though I had never forgotten. All the eyes of the elders will fall upon me and the universe will open up at my feet. And the void,the Everstill, will become the Plemora to the Allsight. And my soul, will sing, again.
Discount nothing, observe everything. To the open mind significance is always present. Everything becomes a keepsake . Every conversation a heart to heart. All frames of reference acknowledged. Every point of view considered. That is the benefit of wisdom, that is ecstasy of empathy. If you believe in an Oversoul then you could believe in an Overmind that is still governed by a soliloquy of sentiment. The core of compassion. The child's heart. The most giving and trusting and forgiving resource In the world. The rarer it becomes the more precious. Protect it. Nurture it. For it was once yours and could be again. The pure heart motivated by wonder, secure with love. The purity of the heart affects the clarity of vision. The real eyes attuned to consensus reality close and the dream eyes open. The sleeping giant awakens and his scope of vision is far and wide. His presence undeniable. His influence felt in every corner, amplified at every edge.
Tonight.
I will remember who you are. I will remember who I am as though I had never forgotten. All the eyes of the elders will fall upon me and the universe will open up at my feet. And the void,the Everstill, will become the Plemora to the Allsight. And my soul, will sing, again.
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