I know some of you probably thought I was
done with this webpage, as my last update was fairly definitive...and
brought a sense of closure to my life. Well guess what? My
life goes on, and I have more to say....so why take down this site when
it affords me the luxury of rambling nonsensically in a documented
fashion?
And I apologize for not updating in two months, but my work life has
been hectic and while that's no excuse, it's all I got. I spent
last week in south Florida at corporate headquarters for
training. Every assistant manager is forced to attend these
week long excursions into the very heart of banality, and I was
force-fed pearls of wisdom that any infant could recite verbatim.
It truly did feel like I was slipping into retardation, hearing
business slogans and rhetoric espoused without even a hint of
self-awareness. Did these people really believe this shit?
Were they that deluded that the company's motto has become the very
core of their own personal belief system? And if so, how did that
happen? What did they acquiesce of their own SELF to allow this
corporate mentality to become them? What did they
compromise? What have they lost, and what, if anything...have
they gained?
I was talking with my father about this, and our discussion became
something quite interesting. I theorized that every corporation
is fueled by something unseen, some FORCE. My father said it was
the "bottom line" of that company, but I took the more
philosophical/supernatural interpretation and claimed that maybe it was
an entity, a "God" of the corporation. And every associate, every
worker and manager of any business SERVES that God in some way.
So in a way the entire corporate structure, and hence western society
writ large, is based on Paganism. We've abandoned the One True
God and set up our various Idols which we honor and serve with a
blatant disregard for our inherent blasphemy. We work daily
to appease our Gods by slaving away, toiling untold hours in misery
simply to make money and fuel our God's insatiable appetite for
power. And as there are thousands of corporations all vying for
more money and control, so too are these Gods fighting against one
another for dominion over us all. The energy created by this
struggle is perpetuated by the millions of peons who waste their lives
in jobs they hate, working to meet a quota or raise the price of their
company's stock, TO WHAT END? They are unwitting dupes of a
relentless force hellbent on destroying their creative essence and
making them subservient for the rest of their lives.
That's right, I'll go Michael Moore on everyone here for a
second. Corporations are Evil. They are the tangible,
concrete manifestation of the Demiurge and his Archons in our
world. They are the presence that fosters greed, that fuels
division, that instills fear and which keeps us enslaved. We are
afraid of our lives without structure, without the corporate mentality
of "working for a living". Of struggling to make ends meet.
We assume that our daily grind is the only way to go about our lives,
and thus we relinquish our God-given power.....power to create, to
subsist off of the land, to work with one another in harmony instead of
competition, to not just making a living, but make a life.
The Gods that are in control of this world have warped our perceptions;
they've twisted and distorted our idea of our basic nature, and so
we've forgotten both who we are and how to live. So I say let's
embrace the message of Fight Club and Project Mayhem. Let's
destroy our cherished institutions, our delicate infrastructure, and
our tenuous sense of control....and start over. Let's acknowledge
the truth of who we are and overthrow the Powers that Be, because if we
don't do it soon....they'll erase the very notion that we're capable of
defeating them! That we truly have the power to choose another
way of life.
The Gift - Christmas Eve;
December 24th, 2009
My life has
been…difficult. My family and friends are wonderful, and I really
couldn’t ask for better parents. However, my quality of life has
been drastically reduced by a disability that affected me when I was
ten years old, and has persevered until this day…getting worse as the
years progress. It’s a neurological condition that affects the
vocal chords, making them close when they should open. This, in
turn, makes it extremely difficult to talk at times….straining my
speech and basically making me feel as though I’m being strangled
constantly. Stress aggravates this condition, being relaxed
mitigates it, and there’s only one temporary remedy for it…which,
unfortunately…is alcohol. I say this is unfortunate because not
only can I not be drunk all the time, I shouldn’t be drunk ANY of the
time, as ontop of everything….I’m an alcoholic.
Thankfully my condition isn’t as severe as most of the people afflicted
with it, but still…..this particular disability is far more common in
elderly women of a certain age so how I winded up with it I’ll never
know. Only around 20 thousand people suffer from this condition
in America, so there have been few studies conducted on the problem,
and little funding for trying to find a cure as it’s rarity means this
disability won’t bring in much money if they ever DO find a means of
healing those affected by it. Right now there’s only a treatment
for the symptoms, and not the cause of the problem. Botox
injections (directly into the vocal chords) help to dispel the
shaking/tremors….and while finding the right dosage is INCREDIBLY
tricky, it’s a relatively effective quick fix for spastic
dysphonnia. Of course, there’s a period of whispered/breathy
talking after many botox injections that may last as long as a few
months. And when you do “get your voice back”, you may only have
it at full strength, without any signs of the dysphonnia, for a few
weeks…..but essentially this means that you’re losing your voice for a
month or more in order to get it back for only a few weeks. Some
people, with severe symptoms, don’t mind this trade….as it gives them
back something invaluable for at least a little while. Since I
have a mild case of it, I don’t particularly enjoy the compromise, and
would rather not get the botox injections if I could just drink a few
beers every time I had to be social and talkative. Of course, I
can’t be drinking or buzzed at work, soo…..I do get the botox
injections every few months. Some have greatly helped, others
have created more problems than they’ve solved, and still others have
been almost negligible in terms of results.
At any rate, I am not here to whine about my situation….fate, it seems,
has destined me to somehow find the strength to deal with this
problem. And most days I’m fairly successful in doing so, and
when I’m not…well, there’s always beer. But still, it’s almost
always affecting my life on some level….and so I yearn, more than
anything, to be healed.
Enter my “destiny.” As many of you know, I
have envisioned my own personal healing within Stonehenge, for some
reason, since I was around 15 years old. I had daydreams and
fantasies about this fulfillment every day since then, and they were as
inexplicable as they were empowering. I didn’t just think about
this healing, I felt it…through every fiber of my being. It was
almost overwhelming, the feeling of energy and ecstasy that would seem
to shoot it’s way through my nervous system every time I thought about
entering into the center of Stonehenge and, somehow, using it’s power
to heal me.
I went to Stonehenge for my first time back in
1999, but as I was on tour and they weren't allowed in the center at
that time, I sat quietly on the bench looking inside with a longing I
have never felt before, and haven't felt since. I left that
journey with an incredible idea, probably the best idea I've ever
had...and I realize now it was given to me by the Stones. They
inspired me to create a mythology that I truly believe will transform
my life very soon. But still, I wanted to be healed. I HAD to
know what would happen if I went inside, even if my expectations were
devastated and I remained just as miserable as I had been since I was
16. So, after years of putting it off (even though I still
thought about it every day), I resigned to save up some money and just
stay at a few hostels around Britain, and finally take a guided tour
within the center of Stonehenge, which they were now offering at a fair
price.
So around three
years ago, I finally did go into Stonehenge..and while nothing could
live up to my ridiculous expectations.... it was easily the most
significant event in my life. I received a very personal message….maybe
from myself, from God, or perhaps from the spirit of the Stones
themselves, and I talked about
this briefly on an update of Mindless Blather shortly after going
there. Mindless Blather was what Sound of Thought was before the
domain change…and I still have that update saved somewhere on my
computer, if any of you care to re/reread it…just ask.
In any event, I DO feel as though a healing took
place within that stone circle….but not for my voice, and certainly not
in the way I had imagined. There’s good and bad in this, and
while Stonehenge gave me an extraordinary concept the first time I went
there, the last time around it gave me something far more personal and
rewarding, even if it didn’t last. And while the idea is still
something that’s waiting for me to work and have fun with it, the other
gift has seemingly left my life for the time being.
Which brings me to the point. I feel as
though my life, with all the suffering, all the pain, all the
loneliness and despair…..serves a wonderful, glorious purpose that I’m
only vaguely aware of while I’m alive. You see, I believe that
God/me…whatever, will give myself a Gift immediately after I die.
And this gift will be the single most powerful, beautiful, and
emotional experience of my existence. In fact, it’s why I’m
here. I chose to live this life in this condition, with all my
problems and all my hurt...so that I can experience a moment so pure,
so transcendent, and so awe-inspiring that it will rock the very
foundations of my being. My healing. The second when I'm
aware that I am healed, fully...completely, whole.
My family and friends, everyone who has ever touched my life somehow,
everyone who ever MATTERED. Family members who have passed,
friends who I've forgotten, and loves who I have lost. All will be
waiting on either side of me as my spirit floats slowly into the
Giant's Dance. They'll welcome my presence eagerly, smiling
with quiet admiration and a knowing expectancy.
And as I go by them, one after another, almost in ascending order of
importance, I'll arrive in the exact center of the great stones, and a
beam of light will descend from the heavens and encompass my spirit and
the entire circle as I merge with ecstasy, rejoicing in the knowledge
of both my healing, and of my reunion with the Infinite. There
we will all be blessed, bathed in God's healing light.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
The Power of Thought -
December 3rd, 2009
I
wrote about this once, a long time ago. Back when I had an
intellect and ability that time seems to
have destroyed. Or at the very least hidden somewhere in the
depths of my soul. I believe it was a page on Winds of Change
entitled Astral Knights. Or perhaps it was the Astral Plane
page. Yah, back then…as a teenager…I was terribly interested in
astral projection for some reason. My screen-name back then may
have even been AstralPhat, or something decidedly ridiculous like that.
At any
rate, I had this one page where I discussed various topics that
intrigued me in some manner. One of these
discussions was about the power of our thoughts. I’m fairly
certain that, for all my petty philosophical ruminations, I missed the
point back then. Chalk that up to being a kid, but at least I was
on the right track. Yes, your thoughts have power, but they can’t
create your reality the way I believed back in the
day. And yet, they DO have the ability to shift your
perspective, to change ones consciousness, and thus affect the material
plane in ways that are both profound and subtle. The affect that
your thoughts have on your experience is truly astounding, and yet
we’re seldom aware of this correlation. Whether by design or
default, we encumber ourselves with distractions, so much so that we
constantly overlook the obvious; that our thoughts have a direct impact
on our experience of ourselves and of the world that we live in.
And
really, who knows how far-reaching the implications are for the way
that we think? Perhaps one person’s day-dreaming caused a
butterfly effect of thoughts which eventually lead to the creation of
the microchip. What if a monk, meditating on a mountain somewhere
in Tibet, caused a tidal wave of positive energy with his thinking,
envigorating the suffering masses in ways we can't understand?
Maybe J.K. Rowling, who envisioned a
world so full of magic and wonder, didn’t just write about a fictional
universe, but CREATED a world through her stories. Even barring
that possibility, her particular brand of fiction will live on
throughout perpetuity long after we're gone, and so her inventing Harry
Potter and his universe has a far greater lasting impact on history
than most people. And maybe,
a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away someone fantasized about the
creation of a our earth, with all its inhabitants, and this
individuals’ thoughts were so powerful, so refined, and so detailed
that it took him six days to design the entirety of our world in all
its glorious splendor.
You
see where I’m going? Maybe the only difference between humanity
and Supreme Beings or Gods is that WE ARE UNAWARE OF OUR
POTENTIAL. Maybe we too have the ability to create and destroy on
an infinite scale, just like the Gods, demons, and angels of our
mythology. Perhaps there are thoughts that we could think that
would heal all of our pain and weakness INSTANTLY. It’s possible
that
there’s a single thought which is capable of destroying the entire
world. Who's to say? We can imagine so much. We are
capable of such
incredible fantasies. Our fiction is living proof of our ability
for greatness. Our art, our architecture, and our music reflect
the awe-inspiring magnificence of the human spirit. So why then
do we ignore how transforming and powerful our consciousness is, if
…when focused, and used constructively…it can create the most beautiful
things on earth? It comes down to three things, all of which
point to the first. Fear, laziness, and boredom. We are
bored because we are constantly distracted. Give us too many
options and we choose nothing. Give us too much power, and we
decide to forget we have any so that we can enjoy being helpless
again. We are lazy because our infinite distractions and choices
overwhelm us, so much that we’re exhausted with all the decisions that
we never make. We stick to boring routine then, because it’s
safe and comfortable. Which brings me to the main reason for our
seeming insignificance; fear. But more on that later.
I
believe whole heartedly in our unique ability to create fantastical
worlds beyond imagination by merely dreaming them up. I’m not
entirely sure of how LITERAL I mean this, except to say who knows what
we’re truly capable of if we relinquish our fears and doubts, and
actively make a concerted effort to create by thinking things into
existence.
Picture
an older you standing behind you with a gun and pulling the trigger
with the barrel of his pistol behind your head, killing you
instantly. Why the hell did you just think that? Or, should
I say, what compelled me to HAVE you think that? Simply
this. You’ve never thought that particular thought before.
And, on some level, it intrigued you. Admit it. Not the
horribleness of it, but rather the craziness of it. It was a new,
strange thought….and you entertained my request simply because it was
something you’ve never thought of before.
Now,
go a step further. See the world with new eyes. Put on your
favorite song. Take a walk outside with your headphones.
Let in the beauty of nature, take in the energy of this world, and see
things anew. Allow the music to reflect what’s going on in the
world. Everything in accordance with the music, as if life is but
a show…and the music you’re listening to is the soundtrack. Like
there’s a perfectly harmonious dance being carefully choreographed by
some unseen intelligence that is playing with It’s creation.
Don’t just envision it, don’t just notice it, FEEL it. Let it
wash over you, like a cool breeze on a warm summer’s day. Be
still, and know that your observation is at once a reflection and a
creation of your present, exhilarating experience.
Your thoughts have an energy to them. If you
couple them with feeling, whether deliberately or unconsciously, you
will increase the vibration of that thought and hasten it's
manifestation in your experience. And I'm not just saying that if
you want a Porsche and you think about it and convince yourself that
you're already the owner of a Porsche, that you'll somehow create a car
outta thin air. I'm not alluding to the pseudo-spiritual pap in
outrageously popular book, "The Secret". No, what I'm saying is
that your experience of a being in or around a Porsche will increase
tenfold should you think and feel it's presence into your life.
On SOME LEVEL you will make it so that you will be driving a Porsche
sometime soon, whether by working your ass off to buy one, renting one
from a company, borrowing one from a friend, etc. If your mind is
set on a particular desire, and you're PASSIONATE about attaining it,
there's nothing that can stop you.
I
often find myself feeling helpless, powerless…and at the whim of pomp
and circumstance. And too seldom do I notice that my weakness
stems from negative patterns of thinking which have ingrained
themselves into my subconscious. I can literally envision
ANYTHING I want. I have an amazingly complex organic quantum
computer in
my HEAD that doesn’t just analyze and process information, but which
can create it whenever I wish, at any level of detail and intricacy
that I am willing to focus my attention on. Truly, this power is
beyond my wildest dreams, and yet I almost never take advantage of its
enormous potential. It’s like having a decked out Macbook Pro,
only to simply use it for playing Solitaire or occasionally writing
something in wordpad. What a waste of resources!! What a
shameless, unapologetic display of willful ignorance and stubborn
petulance. It’s as if God gave us the most amazing Christmas gift
in EXISTENCE, and yet we never even open the box because we’re too busy
playing with the frivolous knick-knacks we got in our stocking.
I
think it’s a bit like that Michael Crichton novel “Sphere”, which was a
much more intelligent metaphor than the film adaptation let on.
In it, marine-biologists discovered a spaceship with a huge sphere
under the ocean. This sphere
created their fears and manifested untold dangers in the depths of the
sea as they researched it’s mysterious origins and designs in their
underwater lab. In actuality, the sphere was an extraterrestrial
mechanism from the future which would create a persons
thoughts/fears/and desires….and
since human beings are prone to suffering, these scientists
inadvertently brought upon themselves a whole slew of unfortunate
circumstances, as opposed to creating amazing events and manifesting
their innermost desires. Recognizing that they were too ignorant
to harness the power of the Sphere for their own good, they instead
chose to forget about the power they had been instilled with….so that
they would no longer be ABLE to manifest their fears and thus spiral
down towards self-destruction. Of course, they could have used
that potential to create amazing, miraculous, and beautiful things….but
they still chose to enter a state of amnesia because they simply lacked
self-control over this unlimited power.
To me,
this speaks volumes about the power of the Mind, of how we have all
chosen to forget who we are and what we can do for one reason or
another. Perhaps it was a punishment due to our fall from the
Garden of Eden. Maybe we WANTED to forget our power, because
remembering it through our own experience is so much FUN.
In any event, I know in my heart that we can do incredible things by
using our thoughts, by applying them both practically and
fantastically, in every manner of being that we can comprehend, and
even ways that we can’t. We only use 10% of our brain
power. Where does the other 90% go to? Is it there, waiting
to be accessed, hoping for us to awaken to its function and apply it in
our lives for self-improvement and the betterment of all mankind?
I think it is, and I think the only way for us to open that door into
infinite possibility is by choosing to. But we must start by
WAKING UP. By lifting the fog of fear which is keeping us in a
perpetual state of slumber. And the only way to remove fear is to
face it, to acknowledge its presence and stand strong, remembering YOUR
innate power so as to dispel the strength and authority that your fear
has over your life.
Regardless
of whether or not we’re the victors over our fears, we must try.
We must fight and persevere, until the battle becomes a lark, until the
struggle becomes an effortless triumph, until we can rest comfortably
in the knowledge of our divinity and the vastness of our power.
Because
truly, if we could do anything we wanted, have anything, create
anything, experience our greatest dreams, and dictate our own destinies
through Thought alone …then why in the name of God would our life’s
effort be focused on anything else?
I've
played the song "Lost Get Found" by Christian artist Britt Nicole here
simply because, once we do awaken to our own power and "inherit the
kingdom" as children of God, we...the lost, sleep-walking sheeple that
we are will finally be found.
Happy Thanksgiving - November
26th, 2009
For
this Thanksgiving, I'm going to express my gratitude to the Universe
for music. I truly feel that great music can be the most
meaningful, poetic, and beautiful power in our world. It has the
ability to transform your consciousness, to elevate your thoughts and
your experience of yourself, if only briefly, with its energy.
Name another thing in life that can do this. I can only think of
two things, meditation and love. And meditation, well....you have
to have time and patience for that, neither of which I possess, and
love is impermanent and transitory. Yes I'm jaded, but that's
neither here nor there. This is a valid point, besides the love
of a parent for their child....most love is, at best....unreliable.
But music...well, that will always be there for you. Music will
be your constant companion throughout your life's journey, mirroring
your experiences, enriching them, and even changing your perspective if
you let it. So thank you God / Source / Spirit for music, for how
it allows me to acquaint myself with an energy and an innocence that I
felt I lost a long time ago. For getting me in touch with a
creativity and a wealth of possibility that I couldn't otherwise
reach. Music is the fire that keeps me going and the joy that
makes life worth living.
So Life, thank you
so SO much for being filled with passion, truth, and purpose...if only
in the music that inspires me.
Pay Attention - November
17th, 2009
I think spirit is constantly talking
to us, whether we're aware of It or not. It guides us through
sights, sounds, words, thoughts, and the experiences that surround
us. But on most occasions, we're too preoccupied with our own
inner machinations to realize the beauty and the significance of the
moment. There are hints scattered throughout our existence,
coincidences and meaning embedded in our lives that often go unnoticed
for one reason or another. But if we were only to awaken to the
truth that spirit and, indeed, God is attempting to make us aware of
It's presence, than our lives would truly be blessed with this
awareness.
A newfound set of purpose and appreciation would reveal itself to us,
and we would live fully in the moment....utterly observant and
unbiased, as we would be too busy taking everything in and searching
for meaning, rather than putting up walls and casting judgment on the
people, places, and things that we see.
In the realm of the spirit, we are constantly being given
gifts......and these gifts range from subtle to obvious, but they are
almost always profound and will significantly change your perspective
should you comprehend their relevance. But first, we have to
reciprocate these gifts....we have to pay for the gifts of the spirit
~with our attention~. That is the only exchange which will truly
serve us and enhance every moment of our lives. If we were to
forgo our thoughts, our constant analyzing and judging, our incessant
fears and petty desires, we could finally be objective and see the
world as it is. Magical, meaningful, and filled with messages
that seek only to guide us to self-actualization and happiness.
One of my favorite pictures is one that hangs in my house. It's a
small painting of a
secluded, dark forest...with a simple message written above it.
It says, "When you happen upon a magic place....listen." And
while this statement resonates with me completely, I also think it's
missing the point. The world itself is a magic place.
Beauty and truth are right here, right now, We simply must have
the eyes, and the heart, to see it.
I've played
the song "Welcome to England" by Tori Amos below because for months I
heard this song on the radio station at work, never realizing it was my
favorite artist of all time until I finally PAID ATTENTION!!
I've Been Promoted - October
23rd,
2009
While there's never a good excuse
for not updating what amounts to little more than a blog for weeks and
weeks, I was promoted two weeks ago at I job I disdain with every fiber
of my being to an assistant manager in the retail department I work
in. I jumped at the chance merely to use the 15k a year raise to
A) get out of debt, 2) save up for my move up north, and D)
possibly go back to school. Well, little did I realize what I was
getting myself into....
Management is not fun. You may look at your managers and say they
have it on easy street, that it's good to be the king, that you wish
they were in their shoes, etc. Some of the time that may be true,
but it's certainly not the case in retail. Managers have no free
time. They have to force themselves to leave their stores when
it's time to go home, even though they know they should stay, because
there is ALWAYS SOMETHING TO DO!!! They are accountable for
everything wrong in their department. They have to delegate
responsibility to people they both like and hate, and do so fairly,
sternly, and without prejudice. They have to slave away for 10
more hours than most people work, dealing with batshit crazy customers
who have ridiculous expectations that oftentimes you simply cannot
meet. They must take the heat when the "big wigs" come into town,
and have their respective departments looking PICTURE PERFECT, or face
the consequences. If one of their peons calls in sick or goes on
vacation, they have to work their hours and not complain about it to
anyone except, maybe, their fellow managers. They have to take it
up the ass, without lubrication, each and every work day, and sometimes
even on their days off as THERE IS NO REST WHEN YOU ARE IN
MANAGEMENT! You always think about your department/store....you
always think about whether or not things are going right, if your
associates are greeting customers and making the place look nice, if
they are cleaning and stocking instead of slacking off, etc. And
much much more. So is all of this retardation, this
migraine-inducing, blood-pressure-raising,
going-to-kill-me-if-I-don't-quit frustration REALLY worth a mere 15k
more a year?
Of course it is.
Seriously though, no, I'm outta here in...hmm, I've given myself 100
work days to put in for a transfer to ...well, the same place, only up
north. But maybe I'll just bite the bullet and leave my company
altogether. Afterall, I am adamant in NOT making this my career,
no matter how golden they make those handcuffs....and I think that if
vocational rehabilitation ever GETS BACK TO ME, I'll jump at the chance
to use their services to get me into a job better suited to my talents
and strengths rather than my specific weaknesses, which retail seems to
hone in on rather precisely. I just hope my place in line,
waiting for vo-rehab to help me out, is coming up quick....cause I
gotta tell you, I feel like I am slowly losing my sense of self, my
joy, and LIFE, just by selling out like this. And all this
after only 9 days!!
:-\
Below you'll find I've played a short rendition of the song "Chances"
by Five for Fighting, because...let's face it, chances are I'll stay
with this job until it kills me, abandoning my dreams and potential
through sheer lack of ambition, courage, and TIME.
As Above, So Below -
September 29, 2009
I have been sitting on this update
for a few months now. Partly because of laziness, but mostly
because there's a lot of depth to this particular idea, and I'd like to
do it justice by exploring the concept fully. However, time
constraints demand that I focus most of my attention on working,
helping my family, and napping (damn idiopathic hyper-insomnia!)...and
so I will merely write what I've been thinking about so far and leave
further clarity for a later update.
The axiom, "As above, so below", or some derivation thereof, has always
resonated with me. Honestly, I thought this was a passage in the
Bible, but it turns out it was a quote from mythology, associated with
a Hermes Trismegistus who may have been one of the great
astrologers/alchemists of antiquity. I'm not particularly
concerned with where it originated, however, as its truth rings clear
within my being and I see evidence of it in my life daily.
But what does it mean, exactly? As the planets/stars align in the
skies, so too do our inner chakras vibrate in tandem, creating certain
situations and perspectives which lead to particular life
experiences? Is this what astrology purports? I have no
idea, it's probably something a lot more intricate and thus worthy of a
dismissive link to its wikipedia
entry. Whatever the case, I personally have no use for it.
There may be a great deal of truth in this field of pseudo-scientific
study, but to me there's more to be said of the maxim than merely
applying it to astrological ruminations.
Here's what I think; the microcosm mirrors the macrocosm and vice
versa. God only becomes aware of us when we become aware of our
presence within Him. Furthermore, perhaps our BODIES constitute
the universe for a vast magnitude of sentient beings that we only
recognize as cells/atoms/ or other imperceptible systems which comprise
us. Maybe we must become aware that our bodies are teeming with
intelligent life, fully self-aware and themselves UNAWARE of their
presence within us. And once we're aware of them, maybe then, and
only then, can they become cognizant of us.
Taking this a step further, maybe what we deem God is an
incomprehensible being of such vastness that we can't ever physically
prove His existence because the universe and everything in it is merely
confined within His body. And worse, as we are unaware of the
sentient civilizations within us, so too is He unaware of OUR existence
within HIM!
But so what? What if God became aware of us? What if we
became conscious of life within our bodies? I don't think any of
this would make the slightest difference, whether we had empirical
evidence of its accuracy or just a spiritual hunch, unless we accept
that the many within us are a PART of us, inseparable from us, and make
us who we are. And we must take this wisdom and apply it to our
lives, realizing that our society, that human beings and all life in
the universe is united, one within the Body of God. Since we are
all One, we have but to awaken to this truth and we will act
accordingly....ensuring peace, joy, and freedom for every living being
because it is IN OUR BEST INTEREST TO!
Once we come into the awareness of who we are, so too will God awaken
to the truth of His being, that he . .though One. . .is actually
many. That he is divided and host to innumerable beings that
together define and promote his existence.
And when both Heaven and earth sing together in glorious harmony, when
God is aware of man, man is aware of God, and together we are aware of
our unity, then ....well, I have no idea. Something good!
Obviously I don't know what comes next, but it's GOT to be something
pretty amazing, right? We should aspire to such lofty
aspirations, regardless of their spiritual rewards, simply because it
behooves us to do us, undoubtedly making our lives so much
better/easier
if we only worked together in solidarity. amirite?
On Working Out - September
10, 2009
There are only two types of people
who work out at the gym. Those that should, and those that
shouldn't. However, the categories are far more detailed than
just that, and I'll expand upon my theory now. Those that should
work out are your average everyday guy or gal who just want to feel
good and get in shape. Some are thin and gangly, others slightly
overweight, some may be older and hoping to rejuvenate their
vitality, and others disabled who need to focus on rebuilding muscle
tissue, and then of course there's all of those meat-heads who earned
their KILLER BODIES
through rigorous workouts and by paying attention to their diet.
Most people should exercise, I won't dispute that...but often, at the
gym, you find people who should, under no circumstance, be paying gym
fees in the first place. And the gym has an over-abundance of
THESE people, which is something I truly don't understand.
The people that shouldn't work out at the gym are numerous indeed, and
consist of your obese, elderly, ugly, AND your hpoa's who have no
business being seen at a gym. Allow me to elaborate.
The fatties, they baffle me. Most obese people can run on a
treadmill until they pass out; they're not gonna lose any weight, or
at least ...not much, and when they do, they'll invariably gain it
right back a few weeks later. I truly believe genetics plays an
important role in determining your metabolism, and
unfortunately...those people who are grossly overweight shouldn't waste
their time and money on going to the gym when they could be enjoying
their lives sitting at home watching TV and eating donuts. Maybe
you think I'm being a patronizing asshole, but I'm being serious.
No one ENJOYS exercising, (although most of us enjoy the clarity of
mind and the rush of endorphins we feel afterwards)...but I've never
once heard a fat person tell me they're glad they worked out, or happy
to have forced themselves to kick their ass for meager results.
And I know several that I talk to at my gym too. Sure, they're
proud of themselves... the psychological boost it gives to their ego is
certainly gratifying, but that's also probably mitigated by the fact
that everyone is disgusted by seeing their sweaty, fat ass work it on
the Elliptical. Their obvious embarrassment should curtail any
motivation or incentive for reward. So, why should they suffer
for a result they'll NEVER SEE?? Get outta here, go. . .enjoy
your lives, and forget about unattainable goals.
Speaking of, this applies to all 50+ year olds I see sweating balls
trying to recapture their youth. I'm talking about the ladies who
you could tell were pretty hot 30 years ago but are now sagging
wrinkled shells of what they once were. These women really slave
away, desperately attempting to feel young again or look sexy, but all
they end up doing is making us young guys laugh and feel sorry for 'em
after they break their ankle or hip-bone by trying to pull off
maneuvers they never even attempted back when they were CAPABLE of
pulling them off. These women are no doubt great in bed, if you
close your eyes really tight and shrink wrap your dick with cooking
oil, but I really don't see why they're spending time at the gym when
they could be back at home watching Murder She Wrote and
knitting. Give it up grams, your hey-day was about four decades
ago.
Then there's your uglies, ugos, ug ugs, . . .ya know, UNATTRACTIVE
people. I'm not even talking about plain or ordinary men and
women, that's the majority of people in the world and they're included
in my first category. I'm talking about the butt-ugly pieces of
gutter filth that somehow have deluded themselves into believing that,
if they only work out their body, their face will change appearance
too. Well, I hate to break it to you folks, but no amount of
weight-lifting or cardio fitness will ever make an ugly person
attractive. Only cosmetic surgery and/or alcohol will do
that. Invest your time in your education, create or market
something unique and revolutionary, make billions, and attract your
desired mates with THAT. Sorry ya'll, but that's basically the
only road you've got cut out for ya. That or suicide.
And finally there's your hpoa's, or hot pieces of ass. These are
the women who were born slim and beautiful. Who have perfect
bodies, exquisite legs, perky breasts, and gorgeous faces.
They're self-obsessed snobs, no doubt, but they're also ridiculous
because they work for something that comes naturally to them.
Hey, if I inherited a wealthy estate, you can bet your ass I wouldn't
be working a grueling 9-5 job to pay for rent. So why do hpoa's
try so hard to achieve something THEY ALREADY HAVE?? Maybe it's
all ego, and they just like to flaunt their bodies whilst jazzercizing,
or stretching, or working their abs, or glutes, or WHATEVER....as no
matter what exercise they perform it's all incredibly flattering for
them. So yah, either it's all about showing off or these girls
really have NO IDEA that they could sit at home all day, read their
Readers Digest, watch their soaps, and eat their Melba Toast and still
retain their perfect proportions because they were simply BUILT that
way! But please, don't anyone tell them about this if they don't
already know...they're basically why I even GO!