Posts Tagged ‘Help’

Salutations, superb supercilious simians!

How’s it hanging? Short shriveled and always to the left?

(I know, I know — a monkey throwback joke AND a “Liar, Liar” reference — 2 jokes in the first 10 words..! There, there *hugs you into my bountiful bosom* I know. It’s going to be all right. I know. Welcome home…)

I had been reading a wonderfully thorough, thoughtful, and honest account of a scientists changed perspective, surrounding whats happening to the brain while on psychedelic drugs, over on Reddit recently… hang on, lemme find the link… — HERE — and it really got me to thinking about all the unique compositions that our brains must take, enabling us to perform certain complex tasks. That line of thinking led me down yet another rabbit hole, circumscribing a series of questions surrounding one central idea, I.E.: what exotic and unique combinations of neuronal activity have we, as a species, yet to stumble upon… and what might these altered states allow us to do. Think of functional autism… Know how some days you’re the man? While others may find you boulder shouldered with a clipped tongue? What if you had a choice? The ability to shift gears, as it were — at will.

What else may you gain control over..?

Taking all this to its logical end, (and if you’re following my insanity at all up to this point, you deserve a gold star), I began my daily writing… and worked my way backwards from there…. I sure hope you enjoy.

~J

“The Day her life began”

Time retreated back to the unknown depths from whence it came.

The very fabric of the universe was undone.

God had been slain…

“BLAM”

"..."

“…”

The barrel rolled. The tension released. The hammer flew. Somewhere nearby, a universe sprang into existence which would support a host of tinkerers, gunsmiths, and engineers of myriad persuasions.

Slowly, with holy reverence, she lifted the pistol which now lay by her side, and greeted the frigid barrel with rattly, unsure teeth. Her tongue, acting of its own accord, probed the metallic stranger before reeling back frightened — arched as a hissing cat back in the furthermost recesses of the uncannily parched cavity. Tentatively she squeezed at the trigger, observing, with silent admiration, the hammers smooth and precising draw: a simple, momentary, accidental homage to the beauty of design.

No, this she couldn’t handle. This was the domain of wiser people, not her: some drug-addict waste of a life. She knew what had to be done…

There was no other choice. She’d never even wanted a child, (even when it easily could’ve changed her life with any one of over a dozen men…), the responsibility, she knew, would simply be more than her fragile psyche could support. The very thought of it paralyzed her — let alone pondering the mothering of full fresh galaxies, worlds, and people… Even now new forms of life, from the accidental warblings of her imaginative mind, sprang up all around her as her thoughts raced — neatly bifurcating into both matter and antimatter before disappearing into the thin ether all around, phasing down into their proper dimensions; the only stable places where they could grow, evolve, and prosper. Somehow, intrinsically, she knew all this.

……. I AM GOD!

It had all begun innocuously enough. Another night fleeing in desperate fear from her potential — she had come to terms with this cold reality some time ago, a brief silver lining to her staunch and stubborn nature, which otherwise had only served to deliver her precisely where was — chasing the bottom of an aged oak stock, paired with much smoke, and, the real culprit she’d now realized, the psychedelic mushrooms… Without that particular happenstance catalyst, she peevishly postulated, the seed of that thought would never have taken root in her. Sulking now, she wished she’d attributed, like all the others, that feeling of, “oneness with everything” to lend undeniable credence toward the thought of an all-encompassing God. But, no. Evidently her troublesome mind, and its own meddling realization here, was destined to grasp a truth so potentially devastating in its scope, that it threatened to destroy everything and everyone

Realizations, echoed on hollowed, tinny voices from ever-changing corners of her skull, began relaying a rapid fire series of truths directly into her psychological matrix. “The mind cannot exist in a state that the machinery itself cannot manifest, or support.”, They began. “Thus, every human experience hinges on all the exotic, common, and influenced ways that the brains neurons fire. It follows than, that reality starts between your ears, and extends to a world made up of nearly nothing. So why, if the potential exists, could not ones own thoughts manifest into the physical?”

So now, drawing on her studies of satellite imagery and maps of late, Melissa exploded upward on a rocket, quickly traversing the rotted roof over the abandoned squat, effortlessly accepting the house, block, town, and, before long, the entirety of New York state into her very being, just as soon as these things came into view. States seamlessly became Countries. Countries rapidly swelled to Continents. Continents yielded to the oceans, and jutted up once more upon the opposing shores. Before long, the entirety of the planet itself was in her game. She lived in it for a time, patiently breathing and letting her soul expand to fill the void. Finally now, as the full soul of the planet, she conceived a beam of energy, originating from the earths molten core, flowing outward as an explosive band — outward in every direction, out into the furthest regions of space… pulsating… feeling… expanding far beyond distances her human mind could ever hope to grasp… until, of its own accord, the feeling eased to a stop, draining her mind completely. Then, after an indeterminate amount of time had passed, one whispering thought, peeking its head into the whitewashed room of her mind and then passing the threshold with its head held high, tiptoed graciously, comfortably, across her state of zen: “If the theory she’d designed, in lieu of the divine line of reasoning, were true, and she could think her way into the proper mindset while sober, the true configuration of the universal fabric would become her reality”. Surely there would be answers there to glean.

Breathing solely through her nostrils, attention focused only on her breath, Melissa attempted to embrace the air flowing across her exposed flesh. She languished over the sensation, imposed only at first, that her skin had begun to radiate at its edge — blending with the world around her in the strange, love imbued way she could still vaguely recall from the night only just passed. Suddenly, somehow, she felt she’d accepted the surprisingly plush, tattered and stained red terry-cloth carpet as part of her expanding aura. She accepted its blemishes, they became endearing. She accepted its limitations, and became its friend. Imagining that each and every fiber, each and every strand, had now become an extension of her own body, made it so. Then, moving on, she perceived the tangible breeze licking heavily over her corporeal form, and the wind too became part of her energy, its trajectory acknowledged and absorbed by her creeping, steadfast awareness. It danced through limber, forest-like woolen passages below, darting to and fro, and tickling freshly raw and delicate nerves by the million. Before long, she found she was both aware of every distinct object in the room, and also, without a glimmer of doubt, certain that they were also an intractable part of herself.

She sat down, neatly crossed her legs, upturned her palms, and began to make her best attempt at meditation.

Melissa’s eyes cracked open, panic-stricken in her post sleep drug induced hypnagogic haze, deeply frightened, and ailed by amnesia as to where she was. Quickly scanning the dilapidated room, she soon identified the three lifeless bodies slung over the random bug infested, water-rot, furniture they’d together dragged into the squat from the curb the night before — fellow junkies, people she was calling, “friends” these days. Her heart went back to base from snare, and, as the vice subsided, the memory of the night before flooded back in full. Immediately she knew, the feeling had remained after all. Today was surely the day she’d have the strength to face the one thing that frightened her most — her own mind. Finally she could begin fresh. At last she’d stare down her demons, one-by-one, determine their vulnerabilities, and strike without mercy. This time, without fail, she would move on. This time she could get to the core of it all, her own subconscious, and finally address the fear. Whatever it was, fortified in the back of her mind, it couldn’t hurt her anymore. No, not today. Today, she would live — really live! — believing in her own potential to be great, and ability to achieve whatever she truly desired from life. By the time she got up, her life would truly begin…

Why are we here?

Aja

What is the purpose of our existence?

Mankind has been taking blind flailing swipes at this curious conundrum for many a millenia now; spawning religion, philosophy, and science as potential divining agents along the way.

It’s no surprise we’re so focused on it, really — after all, it’s the original question.

Without doubt, as man, through whatever means, found himself separated from the other animals due to self-reflection, his inaugural novel thought could have been nothing other than, “What now?”. In other words, “Now that I have the freedom to choose what I want to do, now that I find myself above solely instinct — what should I do?” Followed closely thereafter by the reduced version of the thought, “What is my purpose?” Or, “Why am I here?”

At the time, it must have been quite a burden.

After all, where do you begin when you don’t know what you’re after? We need a game, don’t we? A way of keeping score. Before, it was merely survival. If you did — hurrah — you were winning! But now… what were we to think? Past instinct, past simply surviving, what was our angle — what else was there to life!? Advancement? But, why? Where would that lead us? How would that be preferable to where we were?

And on and on our ancestors thoughts spiraled…

…Until, at the end of the day, (since it was simply untellable), we had to do something in order to move on. We desperately wanted to get to the truth of the matter, but, in a cruel twist of irony, what we choose to do at this juncture of our past — in order to merely begin our journey — would prove, over time and more than anything else, to carry us farther away from the very same truth we so desperately sought…

Because we so direly needed that game, that direction, that purpose — a primitive type of insecurity that has been insulating us from honest truth since before we’d known it to be a worthy pursuit — we devised a clever way to put the distracting query on the back-burner, involving, mostly, a curious type of mental gymnastic which we still employ today — namely: Religion.

Now, I try not to talk about Religion much,

though it is often on my mind.

Religion and I have traveled down a rocky, uneven road, and, being not able to objectively answer some simple conversational questions I’d had along the way, I respectfully parted ways with the thing long ago. These days, I cling to the questions. I, honestly, find greater comfort in the acceptance of non-knowlegde, than in the attempt to describe the theme park from the entrance-arch.

That’s not to say I don’t empathize with those who are religious, as a matter of fact half of my family, whom I love dearly, are members of a devout Pentecostal faith, it’s just that I don’t personally believe their revered books to be anything more than a somewhat-decent collection of historical science fiction. This, for me — along with being an only child (within a vast familial average of 3-plus), produced of a divorce, who grew up in an all around unwelcoming environment — caused me to travel along quite the lonely path of life inquiry and discovery. A path which, up until a few days ago, I had thought, of my family, I had traveled alone.

Turns out, I was wrong.

Fate, destiny, or just dumb luck: I might never know what had brought me to see John Rullo’s show that Saturday night before Easter, but whatever it was, there I stood, unnoticed — across the overly sticky barroom floor from someone who, like me, had chosen truth and isolation, over faith and family. The man jammed away blissfully on the dimly lit stage. He was quite good.

John had made himself known to me, not too terribly long before this, via Facebook, as someone who was on my vibe spiritually — which came as a surprise at the time, particularly because, initially, I’d known him from the religious world I’d been born into. As far as I knew, John had a Wife and two kids, and all of them were diehard Born-Again Christians, much like my family, who should, by all rights, have less than zero interest in the type of things and topics that find their way to my main-page. So when he let me know that he’d been not only been reading my blog, but enjoying it, by sending positive and helpful feedback through the Facebook comments, I was, understandably, a little shocked.

All I could think was, what happened to this man?

After all, this place of honest inquiry and unabashed truth could easily be described as an anti-religion. Common sense, logic, truth and reason? Hogwash! Honestly, I’ve been expecting the accusation of being the anti-Christ for some time now. But his words were true, this I was sure of. There was no pretense, hesitation, or double meaning to his comments whatsoever — he just honestly enjoyed the conversations I was putting up. So, curious as to what sea-change had manifest within this man to make him speak as he now was, I began to check out his work, and it didn’t take long for me to discover he’d written a book, “Planet Love; The end of the world as we knew it“.

Now where was I?

I had come out to the Island that Saturday, rather than solely on Easter, as was my custom, because I hadn’t seen much of my family and was hoping to play catch up. I had a vague recollection of the invitation to go see John’s show, but A) I originally hadn’t planned on being in town while the show was going on, B) Being I was playing catch-up with the fan-damily I thought I wouldn’t have the time, and, (of most relevance), C) I don’t own a car, and thus had no means of traversing the two towns necessary to get to his venue. But as fate would have it, and as the evening slowed the motions of the day while everyone in the home settled somewhat (having mutually relinquished the noteworthy stories of our recent lives to one another), my phone rang.

It was a dear old friend from high-school. She’d just been broken up with. Right before a long scheduled vacation was to happen with her, and her then man. She wasn’t happy. She needed a beer. I, in my defense, almost always can use a beer. We agreed to travel together and go hunt out a gaggle. She came by, scooped me up, and we went to the first local pub we could think of.

The guy was a jerk, that much was sure, and she was confused and in need of a good night. Aside from me, she had also reached out to another school-hood friend of ours, another cool ‘dude’, like us — evidently at some point I’d ruined his car antenna, but that’s a story for another day (it’s funny what you forget…). So, we then left the bar not long after we got there, went to this “dude’s” house across town, where we met his girlfriend and learned about what we were going to be doing for the evening — going two towns over to the very same pub that John was scheduled to play at, the “dude’s” lady had a job interview.

That's odd...

Now, look, I’m not entirely sold on the whole fate thing…

… I don’t like the idea of a predestiny any more than the inevitability of annual dentist visit, but, occasionally, something like this comes along and forces me to stop and think twice. So there I stood, against all odds and obscured by the volume of voices and the density of the crowd, directly across the way from someone who had, somehow, walked the same queer path as me. It felt like spotting an albino zebra in the wild.

Though I still hadn’t known what had happened to the man, not exactly at least, I could tell by his commenting on my work that we were alike. Mind you, I still could’ve left the bar undetected at this point, but felt like I needed to connect. When you believe as I do, it’s an opportunity that simply couldn’t be ignored. Though not completely sold on fate, I felt this was the reason I’d gotten that call earlier in the evening; this was the reason I was even here…

Finally, after the show, I got my chance to say hello.

Having only had online communication up until this point I don’t think John recognized me right away, but as soon as he did a brief flicker flashed throughout his eye, and a broad smile quickly formed about his lips. We dove into conversation, as if a gasp for fresh air, conversing about life, the universe, and the potential origins of it all — much like our ancestors had once posited, but had invariably supplanted with religion — and found that, on topic after topic, we had a similar sentiment. Truth, love, and acceptance seemed, constantly, to be the unifying threads.

Though, because the spirit of this venue was such as it was, not exactly lending to a lengthy exchange, (particularly when his Wife likely wanted to go home and my friends were all wondering where I had gone), what might have been quite the meeting of the minds had to be cut short, but before we parted, John was kind enough to thrust a copy of his book into my hands — Gratis. It took me a little over two weeks to read it, but, now that I have, how could I not share? The book is, quite literally, the quintessence of this blog as a whole, and, having fallen into my hands through such an inplausable chain of events, it just plain feels right.

Planet Love, The end of the world as we knew it

Told in a whimsical first person, past-tense narration, this work of Fiction John’s crafted, based loosely on fact, addresses just about everything that is near and dear to this blog. It is honest, raw, real and unyielding in the face of anything but truth, love, or compassion — quite inspirational indeed, (particularly to someone who still pulls punches in the face of the specific type of adversary that his awakening had riled).

It follows John throughout the days which unfold just after he has an encounter with an extraterrestrial craft, which, upon viewing, had flooded him with visions that imparted on him the knowledge of truth throughout the universe. He is left both enlivened, and bemused — as he is not sure what to make if it all. Unable to tell many people about the wondrous experience he’s had, knowing, full well, he’ll be dismissed as a nutter, John has to suffer alone with the fact that there is more to life than what those around him insist upon.

Soon, through curious and quirky twists of fate, like-minded people from varying and sporadic stages of his life make their way back in toward him, all finding that, to some extent or another, they’ve all shared in his experience. Together they begin to understand what is to come: another visitation, possibly the last, an event tantamount to the christian rapture. Gradually John begins to comprehend that this is what the ancients had reported into the biblical texts he once worshiped, merely misinterpretations of what they couldn’t fully understand at the time, harkening the third of Arthur C. Clarke’s laws on prediction: “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”

I wont give away the end, you should buy it and check it out for yourself, but what I will say is that it’s a very good read, which, personally, came to me at an important point in my life. John, though his story, reminds us all that life should never be about defining our differences from one another — I.E. Race, Religion, socio-economic status, gender, etc… — but, rather, should be about identifying our collective commonalities. We are, in the end, ALL AS ONE, each on a different path of experience which adds to the collective of mankind’s whole, and we all have our own paths to walk, none better than any other.

At the beginning of this post I’d mentioned that our inaugural thoughts as man, once we became self-aware, must have had to do with our purpose here on earth. At the time it was a question without answer, and so, to put it aside, we invented a system of belief, which became religion. The reason I’d started here was because this was the one thing that this book really drove home for me — when you seek truth, you don’t look for a workaround, you merely seek truth, and that’s enough. It’s OK to not know. Scary, sure, but just plain fine. Only when you know enough to know what you don’t know, can you then learn.

Did you follow that?

I think it’s important, uncertainty. But what I find equally as important is the understanding that if this is the path we all wish to follow; this blind and uncertain meandering of drunken discovery, than we must support each other — with love. Love is the glue that makes it all work, Love is the driving force behind it all, and, as beautifully illustrated in John’s book, only through the lens of love, can we ever hope to discover genuine truth.

Check it out people 😉

~J

Don’t you just love a good rule?

I know I do, and I know you do too — don’t play coy. They’re just so darn comforting, is what they are. The more the merrier, that’s what I always say. Otherwise, I mean, how else would we know how to behave — am I right? For, without rules, why wouldn’t we all just be purse snatchers, pickpockets, thieves, card sharks, or, better yet, politicians?

What a world that would be…

Yep, without a doubt, there sure is nothing like a nice, tidy little set of parameters to let us all know when we’re well within the guidelines of society. Nothing quite so comforting as an automatic feedback function to jerk our choke-chains and let us know when we are acting as we should, and when we’ve simply stepped over a line. Indeed, nothing is better for a budding society than a voluminous set of thorough, intertwined, and rigorous rules.

Wait a minute — what am I saying !?

I loathe rules! Nothing more efficiently stifles experimentation, or novel thinking — they’re pretty much the worst thing conceivable for society. Shackling guidelines, put in place by those who came before us, with the expressed purpose of making people do whatever seemingly made sense at the time, but was likely only sensible at the precise second of their origin — and, OK, maybe fifteen minutes or so after that?

No, thank you!

Rules, by nature, establish the status quo. They seek balance, normalcy, and comfort… but since when have any of those things actually been good for us? With respect to our progress — the only true goal of any society, other than survival — every innovation we’ve ever spearheaded has come about, to one extent or another, by being the exact OPPOSITE of these things, I.E: unbalanced, a little odd, and certainly well outside of our comfort zones. Do you suppose the first man who proposed going to the moon thought it would be tantamount to a Honeymooners marathon spent on the sofa?

He really did it. Wow...

Doubtful…

But I get it. I do. Particularly in the professional world, there’s more than a mote of logic surrounding the idea of detailing proper behavioral practices. After all, with the ever-present ‘lawsuit’ looming overhead, one would be wise to take pains and properly insulate oneself from the stupidity of those who merely operate around you — which can be as vast as the ocean is wide… That, at least to me, is somewhat practical.

However, notwithstanding, and that being said, why than would we, any of us, wish to actively impose extra rules onto one another, especially when outside of the professional realm? Why on earth would we ever seek to add additional restriction to our lives? Aren’t there enough guidelines imposed upon us which we have little to no say in, without imposing more upon ourselves? Guidelines that we expect our friends, loved ones — and complete strangers alike — to adhere to, despite their lack of utility, semblance of sensibility, or even the slightest ease of comprehension?

I am, of course, referring to Taboo.

Click this image for a better look. I might still suck at Photoshop, but I've compiled a set of at least 15 taboo's here in this picture. Can you find them all?

Taboo just is…

…and that might just be what irks me the most about it. Rules should serve a purpose and, when that purpose is exhausted, then be eliminated. I, admittedly, have logical issues. And by that I mean, if I can’t make logical sense of a rule, and nobody can aptly explain that rule to me, I will, and have, take(n) issue with it, and will proceed to go out of my way in order to break it.

It’s my nature.

Be the change you want to see in the world, and all that…

I want to see a world full of people who think for themselves. I want to see individuals do what makes sense to them, not some senseless stigma — and if that entails wearing white shoes after Labor Day to match an outfit, (despite the fact that that snob, Becky Sievermore, from the local community watch-group will attempt to oust you from the next local chapter meeting), well, by-golly-gee, I want to see you confident in doing that! To hell what others think about you — you do what makes sense, and if that loses you friends, well, than, why in the heck would you want to associate with those people anyhow?

Don’t follow, simply for comfort.

Comfort has never achieved a thing!

I invite you, here, today, now — be uncomfortable!

Break free from the status quo, and begin traveling new and exciting roads!

Isn’t it high time for a change, people? Aren’t we all ready to usher in a new world? A world where ‘Common Sense’ is just a trifle more common? I mean, for the love of all that is cheese, how can extra rules possibly help with that? I guess that’s my real grudge with rules, standards, expectations, and Taboo’s alike, their execution accomplishes the exact opposite of their intention.

Seriously!

Think about it…

The intention of a rule is to ensure that people behave in a civil manner. OK, I can dig it. The problem isn’t in that, the problem arises when we have acclimated SO MANY RULES that people cease to THINK about WHY the rules exist in the first place. What this inadvertently creates is a society of people who are living up to expectation, rather than thinking for themselves. These type of people are, by nature, followers, and will find it nary impossible to do anything the least bit satisfying with their lives. This, often times, can lead to depression, personality disorder, and overall mental discord.

My friends, all that made us human arises from thought, and when we sacrifice thought, or even expression — on any level — to some nameless, faceless, and, potentially, unjust system of caste based rules, we forfeit everything that might move us ahead.

Why would we ever want to do that?

Instead, as currently unrealistic of an ideal it is, I would like to see a world with no rules what-so-ever. Yea, that’s right. Sure, it might be messy at first, but when people hold others accountable for their faults, and the whole of our society begins to think about how others feel, work, live, and even dream, then, and only then, will we truly know the face of humanity, and, for the first time in history, be able to know what to do, collectively, in order to improve.

So, in conclusion, and contrary, I’m sure, to everything you’ve just read, I do believe in taboo — yet, only the one — the one and only thing that should be taboo is, in my opinion, the ultimate Taboo itself — Taboo.

~J

~ WARNING ~
Please Be Advised…
Just Ahead
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

(And don’t say I didn’t warn you…)

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Ahem…

Who is in charge of your life?

By: Jared B. DiCroce

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Who is in charge of your life?

Is it you? Is it your wife?

Or is it your job, and your unending strife?

How about your kids? Or your Mom, or your Dad?

Or how about your past, and the loves which you’d had?

Or — is it you…?

But, then again, who’s that?

A husband, a lover, or an aimless gnat?

Are you truly in charge, as you so claim to be?

Or a merely the product of what’s built up to thee?

Is there any true choice in the world today?

Do we decide at all? Or, to say it succinct.

Are we truly distinct?

Or is it all just instinct?

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🙂

Now you know I love you, beautiful readers of mine, I’ve written you a poem!

I arf a poet!

(I warned you…)

I am not a poet — for a reference to this fact, please see above — but my own instincts advised me on how to approach today’s topic, and their conclusion was to begin somewhat whimsically. To charm you a bit, as it were. For I understand, full well, that ideas are born and live on nerves, and are thus quite sensitive to prodding.

So tell me, my people… are you sufficiently buttered up?

Excellent!

See, we’d all like to think that WE are the ones in control of our lives. Not the circumscribing forces around us, (though, admittedly, they might be factors in and of themselves), but US! We’d like to believe that WE are the ones that have the final say, when it all comes time to print, at the close of the business day.

(and there I go rhyming again…)

Now, and don’t get me wrong, I fully empathize with the fact that this is a general notion which we ALL intrinsically carry about ourselves. It’s the idea of who we are. It’s the idea that we are the ones who decide how we act in our own lives. Which is precisely why I knew to approach this gently… It is a delicate notion to attempt to disrupt, and one I carry too. For if we aren’t the ones in charge, than who is — and why even bother going on?

To a certain extent, it’s true; we do decide how we behave…

…when presented with all the facts.

However, the full truth is that, by and large, we are ruled mostly by instinct.

It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways. ~ Siddhartha Buddha

It’s true. Logically we can all be very smart people.

Instinctually we can be idiots…

But how do we fight this? If we’re talking about corruption from within, from our very own makeup, than what are our options?

A lobotomy?!

Dur....

If it’s who we are that we must be wary of, or some part of our basic makeup, than how can we possibly hope to change that? Wouldn’t any solution we derive be tainted by this same force? What can we possibly do bout all this?

It’s simple.

Know thine enemy.

Know your instincts!

~   ~   ~

So, and without further ado, let’s begin, shall we?

Fight or flight

I can take him, he ain't so ruff!

Under the auspices of Mother Nature, survival was a tough and deadly game…

… And throughout the duration of our long evolution (save for this last millisecond or so), we’ve been beneath the oppressive, weighty backside of this antagonistic wench. So, being that this is where we’ve spent most of our ‘growing up’ as a species, our brain naturally adapted to help us endure the strife.

We developed the infamous, “Fight or Flight” instinct: a hasty assessment of a hostile situation, leading to a severe lateral shift in mind-state to facilitate whichever determined end was, well… determined.

If Fight — “Put up yer dukes, little girl. I dare say it’s time to settle this with pugilistic fisticuffs”.

If Flight — “OMGTTGTFOOH” (Hover mouse for translation).

As options go, these two would be very well suited to any scenario presented within the documentary, “The Land Before Time” (that WAS a documentary, right?), as survival in the wilds of a prehistoric world would lean heavily on this logically ingratiated instinct.

However, in today’s world, neither is well suited to our growing human interconnectedness, or genial relations.

These mindstates are primal; ruled by fear, absent of logic, and a huge hindrance toward efficient resolution (Note: when your life is not in danger). Unfortunately their utility is not relevant to their presence — they are here either way and can be triggered in nearly ANY circumstance — which has led to more broken beer bottles and bar fights than history has pages to write about them.

However, by merely being aware of this perception shift, we are then capable of combating it.

Take a deep breath when that adrenalin shoots up your spine.

Remember that you are not a slave to your instincts.

Watch out for Fight or flight, my good people.

Homeostasis

Homeostasis is a process which exists all throughout the natural world, and always seeks a state of equilibrium.

Let’s say that you’re a Frog (Ribbit…), who’s living in a pond. Well than, for you, the law of Homeostasis would represent the delicate interplay between you (Sir Frogiccus maximus), your food source (The Fly’s at the pond which you eat), and the predators around that eat you (The Birds).

The Birds help to ensure that not to many of you Frogs survive, only the fittest — which makes your species strong. This, in turn, ensures that there are plenty of Fly’s to eat, as there are less of your kind around to exhaust your food source. And this, in turn, in turn, ensures that there are enough Fly’s left around to continue mating — which feeds you, which feeds the birds, and which keeps the whole cycle moving.

This is the equilibrium, this is the balance

There is a consequence to this physical, natural process though, one not often considered in daily life…

For a species living in nature, like the frog, this balancing act works quite well.

By maintaining the status quo, the Frog survives. By surviving, the Frog endures long enough to pass on its DNA. By passing on its DNA, the Frog continues to extend the longevity of it’s very species… and on and on it goes.

And, thusly, Sit down, you’re rocking the boat, became the theme song to all of nature.

The trouble is, us Humans too are a part of nature… The trouble is, the instinct which formed around homeostasis — the instinct to not rock the boat, to not change the status quo, to not try anything new for fear of destroying our very species — maintains… The trouble is, there is actually an instinctual mechanism working within us now to promote, “balance”, which also, inadvertently, works against change.

See, the brain has no concept of what you’re doing with your time — all it knows is that you’re alive, and so something must be working… you must be doing something right. The habits that you’ve forged throughout your life bring comfort to the sodden organ for this reason, as they mimic homeostasis within your environment. However, (and this is the tricky bit), any deviation from these habits, habits which you might very well know to be destructive within your life, represent a threat to homeostasis within the mind, and, also, to it in turn, the very endurance of the human race — and when presented with this threat, the brain FREAKS OUT.

Don't mess with me, body!

The instinct to maintain homeostasis is not as vital as it once was — we’re at the top of the food chain. There are no, “birds” around to make sure that we spend our time wisely. If a bear could burst through your door at any moment and eat you, you might think twice about spending hours in front of the TV, watching a “Matlock” marathon, and falling asleep on the couch — as, you would wind up bear floss.

Though the instinct to seek Homeostasis maintains…

This is why it is so hard to try something new.

This is why it’s so hard to break a bad habit.

This is why when we throw money at the homeless, they will spend it as fast as possible and get back on the street — they have homeostasis there, amazingly it’s become their comfort zone.

This is why being aware of the mechanism of homeostasis is so vital…

Once we are aware that this will happen — that we will likely, “Freak out” when trying something new, when forging a new habit, or when changing our very lives — than we can simply wait it out.

Knowledge is power!

Simply expect it to happen, (and it will), and then, immediately, it becomes easier to overcome. Merely make a logical plan, stick to it — do the work for a number of months while enduring the discomfort — and when the brain begins to get accustom to that new state of being, everything will then become copacetic!

The rest…

… and there are plenty more — so many, many bad instincts left behind from nature — but really, (Hopefully), the two above sufficiently whet your palate and got you thinking, and I can skim over the rest of these.

I had planned on going into further detail, but this post is running long, I now see that the two above seem to dictate the rest, and I have a life to live,

So…

…here we go!

Compartmentalized thinking

Thanks to Homeostasis, there’s comfort in the known. There’s comfort in categories. We feel better when we feel like we can understand something simply. We ask, “what’s your age?”, “where did you go to college?”, “who do you know?” — as if any of this could tell us more about an individual than a simple, honest, and in the moment conversation.

This compartmentalization is based in instinct — and today, more often than not, it blinds us from the truth.

Compartmentalized thinking also keeps us snugged up to the itchy trigger-finger which is the, “fight or flight” primitive mindset. When we have such neat and tidy ideas of what to expect, which are, lets face it, wholly unrealistic within a society of creative and free thinking individuals, we set ourselves up for a shock, which can trigger ‘fight or flight’, when a category’s limiting boundary is crossed.

Thus… just be aware that we have a tendency to categorize people and things — that we have a tendency to judge a book by its cover — and once you are, don’t!

Be aware of why you want to compartmentalize, ignore it, which will effectively negate it, and suddenly you’ll find you’re free to see things in all their natural and unique beauty.

Newly discovered limbless amphibian species -- Beautiful

Mob Mentality

I would venture to say that, “Mob mentality” is easily the most widely known ‘Bad’ instinct, (again, an offshoot of homeostasis), but still, amazingly, it endures as the most disregarded… I think people believe that they are not subject to it, that they are above it somehow.

They are not.

One needs only to reference the recent London riots to cite a source — of which there are millions.

Born of homeostasis, maintained through the “Fight” half, of Fight or Flight, this destructive behavior melds a group of individually intelligible individuals into a chocophonic mess — a single mindless entity.

My advice,

If everyone’s running to the right,

you might want to consider heading left…

(I’m just sayin’, It’s another dangerous instinct to be aware of…)

Reproduction

Men: Part of homeostasis is reproduction. You want to pork everything that moves right? Well that’s just homeostasis trying to ensure your species’ survival?

Be aware of why.

and then…

Stop that!

BAD!

Women: Your half of homeostasis cultured you to look for stability. You’re the child birthers/raisers and, instinctually, you want a safe nest to be provided for you by a man.

However, in modern times this can present a problem, particularly when things get rough for your man due to circumstances beyond his control — such as in tough economic times — as your instinct might press you to go look for another mate. But this is unfair to your partner, who will need you more than ever during this harrowing time…

Be logical,

empathize,

know your instinct and have the choice to reverse it!

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PHEW!

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In the end…

It’s rather obvious that we all have instincts in the mind — born of history and one-time necessity — which still work, and no longer suit us. This is why we must know what they are! We must know our roots. We must know where we have come from, in order to have any idea on where we’re going. Otherwise, as stated above, why bother going on at all?

If we’re nothing more than instinct, and we have no real choice to begin with, than what’s the point?

There wouldn’t be any, and that’s exactly why we must know.

That’s the reason to be aware of what makes us tick.

So that we can take a scant glance at the gears,

And decide if, possibly, things can turn better.

The only thing in life that we will ever have regret for learning, is nothing.

~J

This post will likely not make ANY sense.

Heck, it might not even be any good. 

My head is in a cloud.  Really, it’s cat brain, (more on that later), and though plenty topics presently flit through my mind as my deadline approacheth… (Not altogether dissimilar to a hapless flock of butterflies who’ve been sucked into a whirling vacuum, and a really big vacuum too, one which I’m also standing in but yet for some reason I’m not susceptible to the vortex — not like the poor butterflies, who look quite frightened, and rather dizzy… Anyway, I stand with my back against a wall, holding on to a giant strip of fly-paper, and trying direly to catch just one — just one idea-a-fly butterfly to pin-up for the blog — and I do even nab one on occasion, but over-and-over as their dainty little butterfly feet land briefly on the sticky-paper which I hold, the wind then violently tears at their wings and rips them away back into the chaos of the maelstrom, leaving me with the feet, or seed of an idea, but no actual butterfly… The poor things…) …I still can’t seem to choose a topic, and so, I got nothing.

(See, even my analogies are off! Screw it I’m changing the title!)

And now, a butterfly Egg. Why? Because I want to. Because I feel guilty for tearing off their feet. Because they're cool, the eggs. Because sometimes things don't have to make sense. Because... You know what? Don't worry about "the because's" -- I got this!

Think, you stupid brain, Think!” seems to be my only thought — but that won’t get me anywhere and I know it…

God, my head is throbbing… Stupid cats… but I shall write! Why? Because I have to! Because I made a promise to constantly enbetter myself and my skill as a writer by writing every week, despite the foreknowledge that not every week could possibly be my, “all-time-best-post!”. Because I, like so many bloggers before me, concede to the irrefutable fact that I will not always have the best idea, nor will I always stumble across the best inspiration in the world, for… inspiration (nor will I always have the largest variety of words at my disposal, evidently).

So here I am, stuck with only butterfly feet, and thus — this post will not make sense. It’s not meant to. This post is going to be pure bliss. All my wholly undeveloped ideas of the day, soft-boiled, runny, and served up luke-warm on the screen for all of you. You’re welcome?

I’m pretty sure that every blogger gets this way from time to time. All dressed up and no place to go. I generally post on Fridays, and (because that is today) this random agglomeration of tchotchkes and knicknacks will still serve y’all some buffalo wings today, just the same as the restaurant with the same namesake, like it does every week, whether or not it’s on the rag. And so, this post shall be a Non-Post-Post — and my humble homage to the oft’ unheard plight of the blogger — as, try as I might, (and like I said before) I still got nothing!

Though now that I think about it, I wonder if somehow this might be my topic… Perhaps this dervish of half-baked ideas, as a step-rung on the “tall-ass ladder leading toward success”, needs to be highlighted, because otherwise I’m pretty sure it’s completely neglected. Nobody likes to show weakness… Which might be a weird thing to cast in the spotlight, but it’s oddly fitting for me today… So, because of all this, here’s my story (and I’m sticking to it), of all the crackpot ideas I had thrown up on the drawing board, and how they almost came to be — but still just didn’t quite make it in the end.

Here instead is a shot of the drawing board itself, and the story of its inception.

Gee, now I don’t know where to start — Damn cats!

OK, I got it now.

Woh, fine, I default to you, Nelly.

The Grasshopper and the Ant.

This morning I left my house early — far earlier than I’d liked, and long before I’d had a chance to drain my beloved pot of home-brewed coffee. Tomorrow, actually, I’ll be doing the same thing.  Why you ask?  Well, you see… I’m broke.  And not even all the kings horses and men might mend me again unless I get a job.

It’s been a crazy couple months…

In the acting world one must always prepare for the winter, as things basically shut down from early December, pretty much straight on through to the end of February, and so, much like in the story of the grasshopper and the ant, which was one of the posts I was thinking about doing today, I had prepared — like a good little ant always should. I had set aside my three months rent, I was ready to weather the storm and do nothing but sip cocoa and do book edits until march, and I had done all the requisite work in prepping blog topics to be able to claim my Antdom all around — but yet today, as I walked from the subway toward the office which I was destined to interview at for this catering gig, I realized that it wouldn’t work. It would all merely be a lie. It had to be scrapped.

It’s my fault really. I joined my sister Union, “Aftra” late last year, at great expense to me, with the looming promise of making some serious money on a specific show — and I did so even though instinctually it had felt like a bad idea. Well — surprise! — the job fell through (as they often tend to do in this precarious line of work)! No others then presented themselves, and, basically, I wound up paying through the tooth for something that couldn’t possibly now benefit me until, theoretically, the start of March. Hurray! Though, as you might have heard, SAG (of which I am already a member), and Aftra, are now set to merge — after over 30 years of flirting with the idea — meaning that this money sink is now all for naught, as I would have been brought into the new hybrid union de-facto… and likely for free.

I knew I should have gone with my instincts.

Meh, what can you do?

You can’t write about being an Ant — that’s for sure!

I adore animals — I hate them

Dur...

So after leaving my interview, (and scrapping the Grasshopper and Ant Idea), I realized that I was in a neighborhood not to far away from that of a good friend, and so I contacted her, thinking that some good talk and some good coffee might brighten my spirits. Though I had forgotten all about her two cats…

Enter Le’ Darling de duo GATO!

My friend is an awesome person, and she truly did lift my spirits just like I thought she would. We had a lovely, long conversation at her place, about life, liberty, and the pursuit of more money, as we sipped on NY’s finest “Mud” Java, and I, as I adore animals, stroked her cat lovingly, subsequently playing “I Bop You On The Head With This Pen”. That is, all up until I had to get up because I had to sneeze about a bazillion times — which was just as odd as it sounds, but it hadn’t struck me as such at the time (I just figured it worked like an annual internal doctor, and I was just due for a visit from one of those)… So I came back inside, after my breezy retreat to the bathroom, to discover that my friend had taken to a business call — which was all well and good, and, as I had some work to attend to as well, I even joined into the distraction. We then both became busy, for about an hour or so, doing work stuff.

Throughout this time I kept taking breaks to pet and play with her kitties, and I soon began to fantasize about a blog which I might write when I got home having to do with the idea of pure animal love. I do, after all, love all animals, and I could easily chat about how we all could use a dose of their unwavering affections — Ah-Choo! Surely this would make a swell topic of interest — sniffle, sniffle — as I could go on for ages about how amazing they are — Ah-Choo! — and how much fun — Honnnkkk! (Me, blowing my nose) — and this could easialy be the topic of my interests for this friday — Ah-Choo!

Why in the hell do I keep sneezing!?

Turns out I’d caught an allergic reaction, and though I’m not always allergic, today I was suddenly HIGHLY ALLERGIC — so much so to the point that I am currently jotting this blog amidst a visible cloud around my head, and with four squares of toilet paper shoved up into each of my nostrils (that subsequently shoot out across the room like those old school water rockets every time I sneeze — which is often, and not nearly as much fun as the toy).  And so, “I adore Animals” was scrapped…

For if I had written it, it would have been renamed, “I despise all things with fur!”…

Which just wouldn’t be factual… (Speaking of which, I need to shave…)

(I told you, this weeks blog should/might not make sense — you really need to listen;-))

Have A Crappy Day

And so I went home — miserable. I thought about how I was finding it hard to talk through all the intermittent sniffles, and briefly considered a topic on, “The Inefficiency of Language” — But how could I blame this on English? Head throbbing as it was (And still is, Say Thank-Ya), I constantly was reminded of how crappy I’d felt, and realized that without bad days, good ones would a lot less exemplary, and thus I toyed with the idea of, “Have a Crappy day, it’s good for you”, but I really wasn’t having that crappy of a day if I were being honest… It was actually quite random, and filled with events — rather good all around — I would’ve had to have forced it…  I thought about, “I hate my body”, and how I could speak about the various design flaws of the human body (such as the precarious positioning of testicles…), but that just felt complicated and bitter, two things that would have been horrible to write on feeling as I was…

And then I came across this idea…

Why not just talk about this? The process? I mean it wasn’t quite so much an idea, as it was the lack there-of, but, for one reason or another, I fell for it. It seemed crazy, random, and honest — which basically typifies me — and that’s how I knew it was perfect.

As bloggers, or as anybody creative, there is always this pressure to create. We feel exalted when we get to express the refined product resulting from an awesome idea being married to some genuine inspiration, but the process itself, of trying daily — despite the ever-present fear of failure — is oft ignored.

So here you go, my good people.

Here is my process.

I like to think of it like this: What if it’s true, and there are only a finite number of good ideas out there in the world? Well if that’s true, then I invite you all to write a post about nothing, as inevitably you must come across it anyhow as one of the limiting number within your own private cache. Today I looked at it like the “Blank tile” in a game of Scrabble — it’s there for you to use when you’re in a jam, and this week I surely was. But even though in the beginning I thought that it might not make sense, I now beleive that, in the end, it did.

It inspired me for at least a half-dozen more topics to come, and it kept me working through this cat-haze of non-thoughts and butterfly feet.

It also taught me a lesson I’d once known all too well, but forgot long ago;

despite whether or not we are always truly inspired, we should work anyway.

As even by deploying the practice, regardless of the quality, we will, nonetheless, improve.

~J

Welcome, Welcome, One-and-All; 50, 1, 99 Percenters — all creatives with gall!
WELCOME!

Welcome to the world! Welcome to existence! Welcome to reality!

Please wipe your feet before coming in — wouldn’t want that disingenuous muck on your soul to sully our floor  😉

Here, in Truth, we’re well aware of the multifaceted dissonances heralding your world. We’ve seen you suffering, lambasting yourself in your furtive mental isolation, and we came to you today because we felt you needed to hear this: It’s all going to be alright.

So you feel disconnected from society, so you don’t fit in, so you might be a bit of a recluse — well, Welcome Home. 🙂 Here, we’re all like this;  Eccentric, WILD, SpOnTaNeOuS and — when it’s time — deeply contemplative. We believe that it’s our differences which keep us interested in one another. So no, you’re not strange, you’re merely an early adapter. One of the first who are ready for the, “Consciousness Shift” that needs to come (try not to be intimidated by the lofty term — we’ve got branding working on another as we speak).

Branding: hard at work

So again, Friend: Welcome!

Go on, feel free, take a look around — from here we can see everything. Take a look at Syria: see that? How about Egypt: curious, yes? Note the Americas. Did you catch Mexico? East Europe? Australia even? But, I get ahead of myself, where are my manners? You’d probably like to use the vantage on your own without me blabbing away in your ear. My sincerest apologies. Please, take your time — I’m going to grab a cup of Joe, would you like one?

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Hey. How’s it going over here?

Mm-Hmm… Interesting take.

Sorry, that’s not right — it’s not wrong either — it’s just… well, it’s your take. Everything must be held in respect to an individuals internalization. Everybody has their own dictionary, filled with different definitions — remember this.

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You know, we’ve taken others up here too. Sometimes their take can be pretty interesting. On occasion even, their fresh perspective becomes widely known, and approachable enough to add to your own, without taking away a thing.

Here’s one of my Favorites, watch — please :-);

Isn’t that interesting?

He’s wrong of course, much like you were, but also right… — we’re not so much blithering as we are incessantly drooling and awestruck.

~ Go figure ~

From here, I like to watch many people. J Craig Venter is another favorite of mine, that guy is doing some wild stuff with algae over in California. That’s the same guy who sequenced our Genome you know, and Mr.Degrasse’s  philosophy stems directly from that work. After all, we only know that we’re the 1% because we can now compare. And, aside from nifty philosophy, the field of Epigenetics also has arisen from Mr.Venters take.

Fascinating study, this Epigenetics. It postulates that environment, nutrition and social conditions through life can alter the expressions of genes in DNA. For example, your DNA says, “Make a fingernail, like this”, then your Epigenetic code — based on what you’ve eaten, your stress level, and your bodies state — determines how fat, wide and long it’ll be made. It’s like an internal Circus Barker, screaming out to all your cells and telling them what to do. It’s in charge.

In fact, Epigenetics literally means, “Above the genome”.

 It’s like a mini dimmer switch for your genes.

It really makes you wonder though…

Being that you guys all know this, and, after all, with your internet being what it is — everybody should know this, (the information’s been around for YEARS now) — why are you not taking advantage of it?

Surely you see as we do, in Truth, and know that diversity is what makes you great. So, if you like your 1%, and all that it’s given you so far, than why not go for 2? Or 3? Or 4 even?

What’s stopping you all from feeding each other to primp your Epigenetic code, and not to gluttony like so many do, but merely to nourish the body with what you know to be best — and then, sharing the rest with others across your small planet.

No need to get an inferiority complex…

Yes, you’re quite small

Yes, you’re not alone

Yes, we watch others

But we like you 🙂

We liked you better when you had tails, but your diet dimmed that epi-switch so low that you’re now only left with a stump back there — and we don’t like to talk about that… Such a disappointment.

Questions… Questions… Questions… Questions…

Keep asking: you’ll hit the right one eventually.

But, anyway, it’s about time you got home.

You have work to do.

(I hope we helped.)

Don’t forget to take your perspective with you — I put it in that doggie bag over there — and remember, when you hold it up to the world you’re never right.

Only when alone can you ever be.

Be well, Friend.

Strive, 1%.

~J

No waiting — we’re getting right back into this:

~~~~~ This Final Post is in 3 Parts — here’s part-1 to get you properly started! ~~~~~

~ So Far! ~

Grow up or die; A message to the world ~ This is truly the first post in my TGR project, (even though it didn’t bear the title) as it set the stage for what was to come by directly naming the catalyst of what’s happening to cause all the unbalance that we’re witnessing — with the riots, the occupy movements, and the 99% talk around the globe — Oil. More specifically it’s the idea that we need to add the driving force of energy, as well ecology (which supports the energy), to the infinite growth model of society we’ve worked under for years. For if we don’t add these factors to the equation, many lives will perish in the violent transition which is to come…

The Headline of Tomorrow — “Video games saved the world!” ~ Rather than trying to untangle the crazy mess of a knot we find ourselves pinned under, and intertwined betwixt, let’s imagine that it was all gone — let’s hit “Reset” — and plan a new world, from scratch, using what we now know about existence. When we plan where we want to be in this way, and acknowledge where we are presently, a golden path leading to the door of prosperity will open up, and we can all easily travel along it.

TGR Part 1: Food, Water, and Shelter ~ No longer can fear rule the day. Fear can only manifest in the face of misunderstanding, and its high time that we all wake up, pay attention to what’s going on, and ignore all the lies that are told to us in an effort to control us like a herd of incapable sheep. We’re all full well capable of plenty, including the ability to ignore our, “Mob mentality” instinct, and to think like individuals — with unique and valuable opinions that need to be shared — so let’s.

TGR Part 2: Goals ~ We have to stop the blame game! We need everybody’s help to fix this mess, and in truth its nobody’s fault — we just did as we had to up until now in order to survive. However, survival has long slipped from being our most pressing concern. Now we consume to overabundance, and if we maintain this path it will ultimately lead to our undoing. This overabundance, this “Buying crap we don’t need, to impress people we don’t like” mentality is born of our strict capitalistic ways, and has bred selfish, hoarding, and self-centered individuals — and has stymied evolution (which, remember, is invention). We need a goal above merely amassing stacks of paper, so how about invention, and in order to foster a situation in this world where everybody has a chance to add to the conversation, we need to plan ahead and attempt to provide ALL with the basic needs of survival so that they might rise above merely surviving — and begin striving!

TGR Part 3: Evolution, or the Burj Khalifa ~ We need energy to live, but we also need to get off our most used source in order to survive — Oil — so let’s make something with the remaining oil that will take us off its dependence once and for all! Embracing natural, renewable, and clean energy TODAY will be a huge coo in getting us there. Efficiency will as well. So, I invented a city. And believe it or not — it would work! (How hard was that?). All I had to do was take our defense budget, and turn it around into an offensive strategy that serves our true goals as a species. We can make a place to live for us all that provides for its people, runs itself, and frees us all from the shackles of modern living — where people would be free to do things other than work their entire lives for the bare essentials of life. If we’ve reached a point in history where the work of our forefathers is finally poised to pay off, we would do well to take advantage of their legacy.

TGR Part 4: Thinking about thinking ~ The society we would like to build would be awesome, but one of the first and hardest things to do is to show people around the globe why this way of thinking and being is actually PREFERABLE to the way they’d thought and been in the past. It’s hard for a fish to imagine life outside the bowl, as it’s all the little guy’s ever known, but if we shift to divergent, over the current convergent, education practices, people all around the globe will not only see why this way is better, but they will — each and every one of them — find greater satisfaction out of life, and be more productive and happy citizens by doing so. We must value creativity and uniqueness over all, as the pursuit of ones own passions satisfies much more deeply than the pursuit of someone else’s.

TGR Part 5: Government Cheese ~ Despite all these lofty and idealistic changes that CAN be made to society, we can’t do a thing these days without governmental consent — as they pull the strings. But should they? And can they? Here, I explored the roots of government itself, and our leaders; where they came from, what purpose they serve, and what it is — exactly — that they do, and should do. The truth: we run this place. WE give it power. The government is here to support the people, not the other way around! Same goes for the banks, and all the businesses which we support. We have the power to change the government because of our founding fathers constitution and the power granted therein, and if the people in our ranks up-high wont change their ways, than it is our duty to lay out another way of being, and enact it — which is precisely what I’m doing!

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TLDR — We can build a better society, with more free time, smarter/healthier people, clean energy, smaller environmental impact, less war, more peace and worldwide sustainability — if only we think about what we want and actively go after it!

First things first

If we accept that we are all equal from birth, and all valued members of this community whom all contribute equally to the survival of the group as a whole, than no one member can be held above the rest — especially when that/those people are given this power by something as powerless as a government, who at its core should be a representative of the people alone. Thus, we must ask ourselves today, “What are the best possible conditions we can create in this world to make a thriving people?”

Now we have our goal: Create a perfect world.

But what is a perfect world?

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Seriously — I’m not going to tell you just yet. Lean back in your chair and think on it for a minute. Make your own decisions before you read on. Create a mental image…..

How do you see an average day playing out, for a person who lives in a perfect society?

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Do you imagine them not spending time with their family?

Do you imagine them wasting away on a couch for hours on end?

Or, as an old friend of mine “Mattie Guns” once suggested, would it be slow-motion highball toasting over a roaring bar-b-que, with throngs of friends around, music playing in the background, and smiles plastered across all the faces?

Yea, Yea, THAT ONE.

I mean, I don’t want to impose my own thoughts on you, but I sure-as-heck would choose door number three here.

But how do we get there? That’s the problem. We need a highball glass maker, we need a farmer for the fares on the grill, we need musicians to fill the air with sweet, sweet melodies, and we need dentists to keep those smiles A-Glimmerin’! Something in this society still needs to work — like a job — bummer right?

Not so much…

Remember, many jobs today can be replaced with computers, some 40% currently, and I’d bet much, much more too if we’d only invest some effort into actively pursuing this as a goal — that’s amazing!! Like I said before — its high time that the work of our forefathers starts paying off!

But here’s the problem, progress is slow, and invention and creativity are not our highest priority… Though I bet, at 28, if we’d invest our efforts into this endeavor full force, we could achieve this vision by the time I’d naturally retire.

Not the way we’re going though,

Not when 400 people hold half the wealth of our country.

Not when we reward businesses, with 500-bil in tax breaks over 10 years for outsourcing,

Not when 16% are unemployed, and can’t live within this system.

Not when about 50% (some suggest more), are underemployed.

Not with 46-million Americans living below the poverty line.

And certainly not with 22% of children living in squalor.

This is not OK.

This is not OK.

THIS IS NOT OK!

Getting from here to there may seem impossible, but it’s not. The first thing that has to change is YOU — YES YOU — the person reading this!

Every single time that people say something’s impossible they reinforce it to themselves, and to all who are listening — and trust me, people are listening. This needs to stop, and, if you’ve read all the posts in this series thus far, you know why. This is a shift in the very mental construct of the people we’re talking about here, and we need all the help we can get. So join the cause, and spread the word of hope!

We want you, to help prevent forest fires! (Wait... that's not right...) TO EFFECT CHANGE! (there we are 🙂 )

(Yes, yes, I know — I suck at Photoshop!)

Now to get from where we are, to where we want to be — to the type of world that invests in our future, the people’s future, the masses future, and does not live under the delusion that a select few are more valued/valuable than the whole — there are a few immediate changes to be made that would greatly help! And once again, as this is a BEASTLY post, click on the right arrow below when you’re ready — I got a top ten list waiting for ya on the other side 😉 .