Inspired Philosophy

The Way We Were

2008-10-28T15:35:00.002-04:00

Basic truths about society:

Nice lasts as long as they get their way
Impatient and impulsive
Lack of respect and courtesy
Self-centered, ego-maniacal
Narrow minded

The facade of nice is present only to get one's own way. Do not be fooled by the smile or immediate courtesy you're shown. Driving on the road is a prime example of the impatience and lack of courtesty we see from a lot of people. Impulsive behavior seems to stem from a combination of always getting what one wants and the need to compete with everyone else. Respect and courtesy are similar and if you're lacking in one, you're failing both. At that time, self-centered, ego-driven behavior dominates the personality. And as far as narrow mindedness goes, general lack of education and respect is at fault.

I don't think society wants to improve its behavior because it doesn't feel there's anything wrong. Today, people aren't shocked or outraged, they don't take a stance, and nor do they seem to really care. People drudge along, day to day, seemingly unaware of reality. Other than anger, society rarely shows emotion.

Caturday

2008-08-16T15:22:00.003-04:00

A cute little kitten wandered into the library today. It purred, talked, and ate half a can of tuna I gave it. Luckily, an employee took the kitty home with them, and on to a no-kill animal shelter. Such a sweet cat deserves a warm, loving home.

Economic Structure

2008-06-23T11:16:00.002-04:00

I am not bright when it comes to politics; that is, I don't understand a lot of the so-called in's and out's that supposedly make up our Democracy. However, anyone can see the game that's being played with the public and know why our economic crisis is as bad as it is. There is no real, practical reason why gas is over $4 a gallon. Blame it on the war? Not hardly. Sounds like another round of propaganda to me. With gas so high, of course, it causes a domino effect making so many other goods and services higher in cost.

Florida is suffering a terrible unemployment rate. All Florida branches of gov't are under a hiring freeze due to budget cuts. The housing market is so bad, and in order for people to get a so-called tax break, the vote earlier this year caused a huge tsunami of problems for state gov't. Any service such as Parks and Rec., libraries, etc. have taken huge cut backs because our funding (from taxes) won't be there.

It's sad...but as long as people accept a mortage they eventually won't be able to afford and money is continuously printed without regard. Sounds like a great chance to cause another 1929 all over again.

Jim Morrison

2008-04-05T13:54:00.002-04:00

Originally dressed in leather pants, white poet's shirt, boots, and indian belts...Jim was a shaman of music. His poetic words mixed with the hypnotic rhythm of music created the trademake of the Doors. What he offered his audience was an experience, connecting spirituality and song together. As their music progressed from 1967 to 1971, Jim was the changling. His style, lyrics, and attitude moved with each album and personal influence. Yes, he did acid, smoked, drank, and had his share of women, but such is the life of a rock star. Some sprinkle his name with the word "legend." One thing is for sure, there will never be another Jim Morrison or a band like the Doors.

It was their music which really changed my life for I was and still am amazed at their quality and dynamics. I began to look deeper into music, really studying the ones which needed that attention, and feeling it inside. With much honesty, I can say I am stuck in the past. For the most part, I only listen to older music. As time continues on, we move further away from these creations.

Gram Parsons

2008-04-03T13:34:00.002-04:00

The Grievous Angel is the underappreciated founder of country rock. His accomplishments were the first bricks to be laid which created a giant fortress of sound. Countless artists owe their thanks to this pioneer. Though he strived to be a star, Gram never puposely became an innovator. His blend of country roots, folk beginnings, and rock influence just felt right to him. All of his songs were from the heart, unforunately an accurate reflection of the pain and torment he suffered inside. The professional career of Gram never took off to any great heights. As far as records sales are concerned, he didn't profit and only once in his life did he see a royalty check for his work. However, artists walking the path Gram helped create were highly successful. Gram in all accounts was before his time. His music came when hippies didn't listen to country, and the country scene hated long hairs - there was no blend.

It's hard to say that if Gram were to have lived through the 70's what life would have brought him. Would he have found commercial fame? His music is simply beautiful and brings tears to your eyes. The sadness is only heightened knowing the truth in his music and how it led to his downfall in 1973. Gram lived life in a world where drugs, booze, and women were all around. Musicians and other celebrities evenually caved in. He was not the only young person to fall due to excessive abuse. One was being rude if they turned down a tab or joint. In his family lineage, substance abuse was an escape. With all the troubles in Gram's life, and being the sensitive person he was, he fell inward with drugs and booze.

When we listen to the music, hear the words, the voices of the dead, we make them into prayer. We forgive the lives of those we love, as we are not close enough to them to judge. The connection we have is the LP or CD we tune into.

Music Scene 1964 - 1973

2008-04-01T00:54:00.002-04:00

From the arrival of the Beatles in 1964 to the death of Gram Parsons in 1973, a decade of sound haunts the musical horizon. There was a genuine birth of creativity which exploded in a huge mushroom cloud, spreading far and wide, and over time simply faded away. Though it is true this collection of work still dominates our air waves, the spirit that carried this movement has journeyed elsewhere. So many great talents were introduced to us and then almost as suddenly, drifted back into the Heavens. I look at the losses of Jim Morrison, Brian Jones, Blind Al Wilson, and Gram Parsons as tragic because they lived and died by the beast that made them. John Lennon's life would grotesquely be taken in 1980. Countless more joined this list.

As each year passes, we step further away from those times. It becomes history, American fame be it righteous and bloody, like the Battle of Bunker Hill. To us, their royalty is divine. I assume some call them gods only because we're touched in the spiritual sense. By singing and listening to their hymns, we are recreating the prayer. We bless those who've been so good to us, who've made us happy, and created an illusionary world for us to get lost in. Music itself is a religious experience. It's one of the oldest forms of human tradition, a enabler of stories and ideas to be passed from one generation to another. Music is in our soul.

If those who've long since passed had not been music stars, would they still be alive and nameless? And does their soul find ease in knowing how many people love them? Deep inside, I am saddened by the loss. For some, you hear the anguish from within when you listen close, and here in this medium, they've opened their soul in a heartfelt release. They laid their troubles on the table, exposing themselves, and indeed cutting further into a preexisting wound.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

2008-03-17T12:53:00.002-04:00

Into the Unknown

2008-03-03T00:18:00.004-05:00

In my life, I've had a few encounters with the unknown. And though I believe in ghosts, I still am skeptical of most people's claims and look for reasonable and natural causes first. These are a few of my experiences, ones which seemed to have no logic other than supernatural.

Don Cesar Hotel - St. Pete Beach, Florida:
In 2006, I proposed to my now current wife at this hotel. For being almost 80 years old, the hotel is in great condition and truly a beautiful scene from any point on the beach. It's a large pink building and for anyone who lives in the Tampa Bay area, it's the easiest place to recognize on the coast. I believe we stayed on the second floor for three days/two nights. On either our first or second day there, we were sitting on the bed when I felt that odd feeling I've come to know too well. I first saw a bright ball of light appear between the bed and the door to the room. This was during the day, the curtains were mostly drawn shut, and was no light source nor reflective item in that area. Within a minute of that, I saw what looked like the sandy bottoms on one's feet walk across the floor between the bed and the TV. This trail lasted about 6 feet until it disappeared into the wall. That I found odd because the other side of the wall was straight to the outside, with a drop 20 feet down.
At night, in the dining area, the hotel has a "haunting" feeling. Not in a supernatural way, but it's a historic place with a certain ambiance. The lights are dim, there's usually a piano player who plays a few rag time tunes, and there's an overall elegance to the place. You can almost imagine yourself back in the 1920's. Yes, there are ghost stories surrounding the hotel, mostly around the man the hotel is named after and his estranged wife. I also understand the hotel was a VA center during WWII. Is there a connection? I don't know. I can say that everyone of my visits are very pleasant!

Andersonville War Cemetary & Fort - Andersonville, GA
Probably around 1996, my dad took me to Andersonville on our way back to Florida. It was a long trip already and honestly, I wasn't into history as much then as I am now. As you pull up, there's the shell of what once was the fort that was used to hold off Union forces. That itself and the surrounding cemetary is pretty impressive. At the time, there was a museum building to the left near the parking lot. Once inside, my dad was paying our way in when I was browsing some brochures. I felt like I was being watched, that I needed to turn around. When I did, I stared into the entryway of the museum area. Standing behind me at the threshold was a thinner man, about 6 foot, wearing a dark blue uniform, hat, holding a rifle at his side with the butt rested on the ground. He had dark hair and a mustache and just sort of stared at me. What was odd was his clothes seemed to be in color, but his skin was almost grayish. It was like I was looking at a giant photo. I turned back to how I was stationed, looked back again, and he was gone. This was the first full apparition I'd ever seen, but it wasn't scary. I was almost saddened by it.
Not sure what to think about this, I ventured off into the museum and was trying to look for an obvious explanation to this. I watched a film strip which was being shown nearby just in case an image was accidently casted upon the wall. I didn't see him in it or any photo I browsed over. Nothing else occurred there which seemed out of place. As I walked through the cemetary, I tried to explain the issue in my head, but came up with nothing other than I encountered a ghost.
A few years ago, I contacted the person in charge of the museum and site. He explained to me that the area I was once in was no longer open to the public. The building is now used for storage.
Andersonville is known as a brutal prison where many Union soldiers were held under ghastly conditions. 6 Union soldiers were hanged there, one shared the same last name as me. Interesting!

Undisclosed House - Tampa, FL
I won't mention the exact location other than it's in a middle-class, older neighborhood in Tampa. On a few occasions, I was asked to watch the house of someone I knew at the time. I had done this before without incident. However, early 2005, was a different issue. The owner of the house was going to be out of town for 3 days celebrating his one year wedding anniversary with his wife. Now, I'm a respectful person and I hate messing with things or being in someone's personal space, especially when they're not present. But the owner even invited me to stay the night and eat whatever I wanted, which I usually took him up on. Being alone in someone else's house does put me on edge. Besides, his house was odd because it had no A/C, the interior looked its age, and he had a human skull in his office which he stole from UM's science lab in the 70's.
On my second day there, I felt really odd. It was probably early afternoon. There was an overwhelming sensation that seemed so negative. I couldn't put my finger on it. Regardless, I dismissed it and left the house for the day. When I came back that night, it was still there. I tried to get a feel of the place by walking around the house. At first, I figured it was just my ways kicking in, making me feel bad for eating his last burger in the freezer and how he might be upset about it. But this feeling went well beyond guilt. As I made my rounds, I looked for hot spots. There was an awful feeling that hit me when I entered the master bedroom. One thing that seemed odd, that I never noticed the last time I was over, was the number of crucifixes on the wall.
It was about that time, I called a buddy of mine to come over. One, I wanted company, and two, he is sensitive to these things too. I never really told him what was going on or that I wanted him to investigate this with me. As soon as he entered the house, he complained about the awful feeling he had. So, it got to be about 11 at night. We made some food, talked, and I asked him to walk through the house with me. I never once explained to him where I got the terrible feeling or what occurred so far. He told me as we got halfway through the hallway, he noticed the atmosphere change. When he entered the master bedroom, he said this is where it was coming from. I also never told him at this point my neck and back where red hot, to the point the pain was almost unbearable. He confessed the same experience, that it felt like hot lead poured on his neck. At this point, the intensity in the house really picked up.
We went back into the kitchen area and discussed the matter. During that time, I noticed a huge ball of light drift from the entry way of the Florida room, disappear behind my friend's head, and drift into the living room. This light was about the size of a basketball. The curtains were drawn tight and there are so many plants in front of the house, I could shine a lighthouse beacon into the window and you wouldn't see it. As the feeling got too much for us, we made a parting gesture. My friend claimed to have seen an old woman sitting on the couch, staring at him. I exclaimed outloud in certain words that we meant no harm and were only trying to watch the house while the owners were away. Just like that, the feeling went away, the pain was gone, and peace seemed to be restored. Quickly, we left.
The next day, I told the story to the owner and his wife. He said the description of the woman matched the previous owner. Apparently, she was eccentric and did odd things in the house like paint the inside of the toilet bowls blood red and due to her age and condition, eventually was placed in a rest home. She's probably dead by now, I don't know. I never had any problems before until that night. I never went back to the house afterwards. I didn't want to experience it again and the owner and I got into a fight regarding the incident. Apparently, his wife thought my buddy and I were drunk and imagined the whole thing.
I can understand her skepticism, especially if she claims she's never experienced anything in the house, but I felt betrayed because their reaction was so harsh. What she never explained to me was why was it she had so many crucifixes in her room when she didn't before.
I ran into the owner one time since then. Coincidentally, it was at a wake for someone we used to work with. I didn't feel it was the right time to ask, "Have you had any problems in the house since then?" I'm not even sure he still lives there.
To me, this is the hardest story for me to tell because it leaves me in such an odd mood. That night was a physical encounter, one of a negative connotation. It was my worst experience with the paranormal.

My dad's house - Lutz, FL
Once again, another undisclosed house. My dad's house is the remnants of an old foundation and structure which he grew up on. It does include a huge add-on which was part of its restoration process in the late 80's/early 90's. Otherwise, the house sat vacant for decades. There are many odd things that happened in this house. It's hard to begin really because they got filed away as "it happened again."
Also, I will point out that I didn't live there, but I was there a few times a week for visitation. Now, some things can be easily explained if left on their own, but coupled with everything else that happened in the house, it's hard to tell. The small things were the lights would flicker, the channels on the TV would flip around, or the dogs barking hysterically and then immediately be silenced. Those are varied instances with possible explanations and it's hard to say whether or not it had to do with the supernatural. Once again, the house was old, it was in the woods, who knows. That's too many variables to calculate.
My half-sister did live in the house for a while. Though she's not the most rational person in the world, she did confess to having some experiences as well. I didn't know this right away. Nor did I know its history until I talked to her.
The room I stayed in was part of the original house. It was down a long hall which branched from the kitchen/dining area and where the original living room was. I already had a hard time getting to sleep there because it wasn't my house. At night, it would sound like something coming closer to the bedroom, starting at the old living room to about where the dining table is. Now, it didn't sound like foot steps. There were no hard bangs against the wooden floor. Imagine more of a constant pressure being rolled across it. The floor would creak in one direction for a few minutes, then seem to go back to the living room. Much to my chagrin, I found out my dad's sister passed away in the house in the 60's. She was bound to a wheelchair and her death was a result of her health defects.
Once again, there were a lot of electrically-based incidents in the house. Faulty wiring? I assume that was replaced when the house was rebuilt since almost everything was gutted. I know I did have my alarm go off for no reason at all one night. About 2 AM, I had just laid down. Within minutes, my alarm sounds out as loud is it can. For some reason, it was beeping and playing the radio at the same time. Not a feature of the alarm.
One night around Christmas, I was on the back patio with some kid who got invited over. He and I had escaped the party inside and were standing near one of the support columns. We saw a white, burst of smoky cloud appear between me and him. At first, I didn't know if it was just me, but he also saw it. I do know there were photos being taken that night, but we were no where near that action, nor in its path. So no flash interference.
The back patio was huge, screened in with a good sized pool. Our cats lived back there with access to get outside if they wanted. One almost hilarious thing is the cats would always want to run into the house, so we got in the habit of bringing food with us if we went outside through the back door. The food was used to lure the cats out of the house and back onto the patio where they belonged. Because of this, the cats would line up at the door if they saw anyone looking like they were going outside. They also did this when no one was in the living room, but it really struck me as odd when I was there alone...the cats would for no reason bolt up to the door as if someone were standing there, then they'd all turn their heads in the same direction, like they were eying someone walking around. This was 3 or 4 cats all repeating the same direction, but no one was there.
After my dad's father passed away, I was worried if the activity would increase since he also lived there decades ago. One night, I was about ready for bed. I turned around behind me and saw what can best be described as if I were standing on one side of a sliding glass door and from the other side, someone threw blue jelly at it. Between me and the couch, there was this blob hanging in the air. I started to dismiss this as me being tired. I turned off one set of lights and I walked through the living room, I saw in the mirror someone seated on the couch. He was tall and thin, like my grandfather. I turned off the last set of lights and said, "It's all yours. I'm going to bed."

Thoughts on the matter:
I think the person experiencing the haunting is partially responsible. Why? Because other people can live somewhere and experience nothing. So, it's either a person's overactive imagination or it just takes the right person to see and hear the supernatural. Not everyone is open to these matters. Perhaps some people are a beacon, like a light in a dark tunnel for the supernatural to gravitate towards? Perhaps certain types of people trigger the encounter and set the spirit off?

Paranormal investigators like Jason and Grant of the Ghost Hunters take this subject from what I feel is the best point of view. They and their team believe in the supernatural but they are interested in hard proof of it. Getting to the truth is what they call debunking, or proving a claim of a haunting as a natural occurance. 80-90% of all claims can be debunked or otherwise proven as natural. However, a small group have no explanation and perhaps are beyond the physical realm. I tried to take the same approach to my own encounters. So, if you read this, please don't look at these as just another Southern Tale.

WWE Tag Team Champions in Tampa, FL - FCW Show

2008-02-22T21:57:00.002-05:00

This is the WWE Tag Team Championship match from the Florida Championship Wrestling event in Tampa, FL 02/15/08. Your winners: The Miz & John Morrison!

FCW - Tampa, FL 02/15/08

2008-02-16T01:48:00.006-05:00

A picture of (an arrogant) me and the WWE Tag Team Champion John Morrison at the FCW event in Tampa, FL 02/15/08. John is an awesome guy, very friendly, plus a tremendous athlete. Highly skilled wrestler/entertainer. Also in attendance was the Miz. They put on a great show against two FCW upstart wrestlers. I'm sure you already know who won that encounter. Very AWESOME!

From Drink

2008-02-12T16:16:00.001-05:00

Here we are, drifting in the realm of relics and architypes of thought. This is a no-man's land of intervention, desolate emotion and caved-in sincerities. I would like to believe in the world and submit some solution, but we're lost in the transition of progress.

The Doors - I Can't See Your Face In My Mind

2008-02-10T23:44:00.000-05:00

Giving In

2008-02-09T14:22:00.001-05:00

Temptations...no, not the music group. I'm referring to the draw of posession and greed. Each day we are surrounded by alluring bait or posed with situations which we know are wrong, but would prosper from. I'm also speaking of the temptations to buy, eat, or indulge. Where are those tell-tale signs: All-You-Can-Eat, SALE, Unbeatable! And around us we also see what everyone else has and what we don't - ENVY.

Yes, there are those sinful temptations, but the obstacle course of life just seems to pull at our emotions enough to cause the feelings of want. Human nature is to be the best it can be (for the work it's willing to put into that philosophy). We want to take care of ourselves, well at least as far as accomodations are concerned. Our health and mental well-being take a back seat. So as we entertain ourselves, we're also making ourselves victims of the Market.

What We Have Here Is...

2008-02-09T12:56:00.001-05:00

...Failure to Communicate.

Let's spend a few minutes to converse with our kids, parents, neighbors, and peers. You don't even have to be sincere, just friendly. Make that person feel good and do the same for yourself. People are afraid to talk to each other.
Women on my exercise trail never make eye contact with men. Now, she doesn't know who I am and if I am a potential thug, but this happens even in public places like retail stores. On the other hand, men take too kindly to a woman's friendly hello. People either don't want to be bothered to be courteous or they don't trust the person next to them. I'll be the first to admit that I don't like having to talk to my neighbors every time I see them, but I at least wave and acknowledge them. It's respectful.
We used to live in a society that taught those values. Maybe people were more comfortable back then. Yes, some neighborhoods never locked their doors or worried about serious crimes. Today's world is a different place. No, society isn't at its worst. There are many locations of geography and history that life was a dreadful, trechorous environment. We have not reached those levels again. The only reason we're more aware of it is because of a few factors: there are more people in the world; thus, crime statistics go up (yet we never look at percentages based on population), the news/media coverage only describes the negatives of society, and last, there are more ways for people to commit crimes making it sound like everyone, everywhere is committing a crime.
The worst news people get is "You could be a victim, too!" Okay, yes...we are prone to events and circumstances of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not being educated about certain things also makes people vulnerable. I think e-mail/internet scams are the worst because so many people use these services and never learn anything about them to begin with. It's like getting in a car for the first and driving 500 miles to someplace you have no idea where it's at. You're going to have an accident or get lost - something wrong will happen.
People are afraid to ask questions or learn anything new. They feel stupid if they have to ask. Work retail and see how many men refuse to ask where something is; on the flip side, see how many women never know where things are.

Head High, Not in a Book

2008-02-01T11:15:00.000-05:00

When we stopped focusing on education, learning, and opening the mind, we essentially gave up on progress. The library used to be a place of knowledge. Patrons visited us to read, do reports, or just have a quiet place to be. We don't offer that anymore. We've expanded our services and opened our arms to everyone, mostly because as society declines, it gets dumber. Dumb people don't read because they don't want to improve or strain themselves. So, we have computers, internet, DVD's, and fax machines to lure anyone in not interested in a book. Sure, libraries circulate a lot of materials, but half of it is DVD's. In fact, they're great baby sitters for today's single-unmarried mom who had an accident (baby). Why love my child and teach it something so someday it will be bright and successful? No, mama will teach it the same way she was taught - to screw up. Don't make healthy, wise decisions.

With these modernizations to the library, we've allowed new visitors into our "home" who may add an undesired element. Let's put it to you like this, patrons who come to the library to read aren't going to be loud, disruptive, or cause a scene (for the most part). If you're here for entertainment, your purpose is different and so is your attitude. Patrons who have no job who spend an entire day on the computer checking MySpace or watching videos on YouTube are pathetic. But we're not allowed to say that to our customers. Let's face it, they're not paying to use the computers. We're not making money by them being here. Our money is made by late fees and other material related charges. Oh, the library gets a cut of printing, whoopee.

Society has already taken the planned steps to make itself a pack of idiots. Just follow it up by not coming to the library. You're only here for the computers and DVD's anyway.

Exaltation

2008-01-22T15:23:00.000-05:00

Screeching from the trenches of darkness
Horrid dreams which waken us into consciousness
They gnaw at your thoughts and emotions
Over time, shaping your very psyche

We become players in a plot
Living for that moment, caught in it
Trapped in our creative consciousness
No matter how delicious

Those few hours, late in the night
We are all the people we are not in actuality
The mind's urges, temptations, and unlimited power
Comes to life for a brief instant while to play pretend.

If the Doors of Perception were Cleansed...

2008-01-17T15:14:00.000-05:00

Open minds, thoughts, and intrigue. Thinkers, poets, philosophers, artists, all who answer some voice. Right now, I see a void. These people are not visible. It's as though they don't exist. They represent freedom which is dying. I suppose they're martyrs for the cause, who will pray to the east, the west, and to the zenith. Without these souls, there is no celebration. The 50's saw the Beats, the 60's and 70's saw poetry in music and art. Since then, business ate them up. And thus, the market, the idea, the outlet disappeared. These mediums do not impact culture as they did decades ago. The current direction does not focus on exploring the mind for freedom and expression.

Dreams like reality

2008-01-14T12:06:00.000-05:00

Where are we in dream...somewhere floating in our sub-conscious realm or somehow touching the edge of the supernatural? It's hard to say, really. I'm sure each person experiences something different. During this time, when the walls of the mind are more open, anything is possible. The soul itself even has the opporunity to talk to you, its entities acting out roles for you to be a player in. Life channels in many different directions, connections and paths which we cannot see are hard to pinpoint.

It is obvious that when we sleep, not only is the body itself resting, but so is the mind. One time, I was awake for over 60 hours. At that time, the mind which is running on adrenaline and a semi-conscious mode, exists on a new level. It's dangerous. In addition, getting little sleep over prolonged periods of time will have not only negative effects on the body, but also the mind.

Unnecessary Horror

2008-01-12T10:48:00.000-05:00

One day in New York, thousands of people were martyred. No matter how far you look into conspiracies and who really caused the accident, were the buildings set to demolish, and countless factors...these people were still victims in a political game. The focus is not on them anymore, it's about pinning down the culprit. Society moved away from the victims, they wanted blood. For the first time in decades, America's blood boiled. We're still mad, but for different reasons: economic failures, gas prices, global siding and positioning, and worries about our future. And I suppose you thinking voting someone new in will make things better?

Terror between rival religions and clans has existed for thousands of years. Muslims and Jews raging war since before Christianity. Clans and factions murdering for territory throughout Europe and Asia. 1972, Bloody Sunday in Derry, N. Ireland...probably only those who survived it talk about it. And it is hate/anger that is such a strong, primal emotion which is why it's so easy to feed and manipulate. Terror is fear. Fear is control. You know, television programming only stays on if someone is watching it. There has to be an interest. Politics is another act. There's a performer and he/she requires an audience. Without the audience, there is no money and no ego to stroke. So, turn it off.

Illusionary Scrabble

2008-01-12T10:12:00.000-05:00

Detail is lost in sight and the harder life is to see, the less we strain to look inward. A mock concern used with psychologically warming words is enough to fool most. Our conversations are brief and filled with Hallmark lines for this is small talk. You do not wish to know me and I return the favor. A wavering ego brushes its strokes over all that is you. Only a few words from your mouth, a gaze at your belongings - it's easy to see your shallowness. Those shameful faces living for mindless entertainment, lusts, and occupying routine. Those sorts do not breathe.

Figures of speech, moments where we cry out G-d's name for no reason. Also common to refer to how much one loves or hates something. Those are two very strong words, requiring depth and feeling. Is one that passionate about it? Breakdown of language has extended quite far; though, English is bastardized anyway. Cussing, slang, and figures of speech...we sound really dumb. But it's what's accepted, it's what we allow.

Words are mixed, used precisely in other instances. When this happens, the right configuration (much like a spell cast), the mind believes what it hears. In psychology, there is a belief that in some cases, one belives what they hear because it sounds right, but not because it is. Propaganda is a spell, brewed by evil and given to the masses. Failures occasionally sift out, such as many Allied countries assisting the Odessa. These Nazi war criminals escaped trial because they helped the Allies and were shipped to South America or hid elsewhere in Europe. "If you help us against the Russians, we'll ignore the millions of people you helped wipe out." So, it becomes apparent war is never about the cause that sounds good to us...it has alterior motives. Did we fight WWII to save the Jews? No. Did we engage in a Civil War to free slaves? Not really. Power, money, and motive fuels a war.

Because of this knowledge, it's hard to determine truth from fiction. History class was fun because I could learn about my country...but it only sugar-coats the timeline. I did have one teacher in 8th grade really speak some truth into the matter because he was cornered on the subject of slavery during the Civil War. He caved in and basically explained the pros and cons of each side and got to brass tax about it. From that point of time, I knew my years in public school would be hole-ridden of information.

And then there was life

2008-01-08T10:51:00.000-05:00

I see the physical universe spawning from a divine finger touching the fabric of our realm, and with it, came the explosion of the cosmos. Evidence does confirm an expansion of our universe, spanning out from one point of origin. Yes, the Big Bang is the scientific interpretation, but science won't go beyond that. Something a little more godly needed to enhance the surround. What was created at that moment evolved to our current status.

Much as the Masons refer to an Architect, I see the creation as something very similar. The god who oversees us (humans, this planet) worked as a planner, then there were master craftsmen who incorporated all the elements and designs into our multi-layered dimensional space. Perhaps there are rulers for each kingdom/planet(s)? It's a young god among many who pre-date our own. I believe in the beginning of human existence, there was divine interaction. Stories and text from earlier times illude to such facts. I understand that people from past civilizations had more narrow-minded views and were not as educated to the scientific explanation, but across many cultures there is the same influence. Maybe they were with us in the beginning to get our feet wet and guide us? Maybe they weren't here at all? Ancient cultures did display unique intelligence and were capable of extraordinary feats that even in modern times would be a daunting task. It's amazing that ancient Greek culture can create a device (with gears and mechanics) that can accurately predict solar, lunar, and astrological events.

The Sphynx in Egypt is reportedly dated at 2-3,000 BC, yet it exhibits extensive water erosion. Water has not been present in the region for many thousand years prior to its supposed existence. 10,500 BC is an estimated date which some researchers believe the Sphynx and the surrounding pyramids were constructed. At the time, they would align to their respective constellation, as well as other structures such as the temples in Cambodia. If this were true, I'm not sure why scientists would hide this information from us other than the notion that it was always believed society was not advanced for that period of time. It is certain that no matter their date of creation, it employed incredible techniques which have yet to be mastered.

On the idea of divine intervention, I only have a few lines for that. There is an episode of Futurama in which Bender floats through space until he meets God. He asks Him why he allowed so many bad things to happen. God replied, "You have to use a light touch. If you do too much, people become dependent on you. If you do nothing, people will lose hope...if you do things right, no one will be sure you've done anything at all." Not that my philosophy is based on animated comedy, but it was a unique viewpoint and worth examining.

Also, research has gone into determining how many dimensions encompass our realm. We are for certain there is 3 dimensional space, notated as 3 axis points: x, y, z. I believe these points are grouped together and are connected to another set of axis points which exist at connecting points between other dimensions. Points x, y, z represent physical space; thus, it's own dimensional category. The next dimensional category includes all the factors of (to keep this brief) karma, physic and telekenesis, and sub-spiritual levels. The third, and final dimensional category is the realm of life: where it begins and journey off to.

Figures of the Public

2008-01-05T16:28:00.000-05:00

Rasputin is a man of unknown alignment who's been labeled many names. History mainly describes Grigory Rasputin as a devil, undermining the Czar and Russia. Some will talk of his powers to heal, what a great friend and ally he was, and more adjectives of a positive nature. Strong evidence rules for both sides. Regardless of who or what he was, his name is associated with the negative. And was he truly a horrible man? The successors of Russia (and murderers of the Czar's family) definitely left the foul stain on Rasputin's name. Though, even while alive, his reputation was not great. Nonetheless, propaganda left an everlasting mark which will remind everyone of the beast they claim Rasputin was. Perhaps he was, perhaps he wasn't. All that can be said is a loud enough voice with enough gusto and power behind it can sway the ideas of a nation (and even the world).

If you read this blog, I hope your ideas and opinions are based on things you've educated yourself on and have found reliable, unmanipulated sources on. You don't have to take my word on it. It is your right to form your own thoughts and ideas. The more educated you are, the better a person you'll find yourself.

Impressionism - No, Not the Art Style

2008-01-05T12:21:00.000-05:00

We're all human, we make unique choices and also mistakes, that's just a fact of life. Though as human beings, we're to limit our choices to the rights and wrongs: legally and morally. Some would argue that polygamy is not wrong because in a pride of lions, one male will mate with many females to ensure the survival of the group. Of course, polygamists would also connotate their religious beliefs into it as well. I myself think one's enough...I cannot imagine openly maintaining multiple relationships nor even trying to keep each one a secret. The standards we have in society are just for a civilized human race. And if the majority of society dubs these as genuine and true, then we should uphold these morals and laws and now give in to animal instinct: killing, raping, etc.

America wears a great guise. We shun crime, violence, polygamy, and so on, yet for the most part, people are into at least one guilty sin. Gossip flutters about of who did what. Those same storytellers are just as guilty as the party accused. And let's look at our American Princess: Ms. Britney Spears. We'd lock our own family away if we knew they were doing drugs, but Ms. Spears is praised. Not directly, but giving her the continuous media coverage she receives, it's reinforcing to everyone that her behavior deserves attention...and will mislead some people into thinking that what she's doing is right. Little girls who liked her now see her downfall. And yes, it's up to the parents to tell their child that what she's doing is not right, but years ago, we kept this negative image of our celebrities under the table. Not that I am saying it was morally right, but it meant keeping face in the time of tragedy. I'm not interested in knowing the personal habits of my favorite actors or musicians...I know they have flaws. Why broadcast everyone's dirty laundry all over the world.

The Kids Aren't Alright

2008-01-02T22:29:00.000-05:00

It saddens me when I see a child who cannot read a clock. What are parents teaching their kids? For that matter, what aren't they teaching them? Even the teachers who are really dedicated work for little pay and eventually become uninterested in the service to these children. And besides, who wants to deal with people's kids everyday? They're rude, unintelligent, and as far as fashion is concerned: they only imitate what they see on TV. I'm tired of every whiny, emo kid out there who thinks they're cool because they listen to Good Charlotte. Most of these kids come from good money and don't know anything about life...but they complain because supposedly theirs sucks. Please load yourself up on the prescription drugs your mommy and daddy put you on so you can live in stupidity. One day, you'll grow up and be as dumb and oblivious as the system wants you to be and therefore, be non-threatening.

White kids, black kids, or whatever your race...you're fooling yourselves. Walk around with your pants down across your bum? So your male friends can see your underwear? So, you're imitating something you saw a rapper do? And if he jumped off a bridge, you'd do that too, huh? Or what about eye piercings? Through the tongue, too? Gee...you obviously don't hate yourself by covering your body in gross disfigurations such as tattoos. They also don't see anything wrong with the little extra money they stow away going towards a casual drug purchase. Sure, shoot your brain up. Be as dumb as they want you to be. Contributing to the drug ring only goes right back into the hands of the system. They're responsible for putting most of the filth in our hands anyway.

I was very naive as a child. I didn't know what racial hatred was, or sex, or drugs, or many of the other adult facets of life. Now, we purposely open the minds of children by exposing them to these issues at an early age. Seems like most parents want to violate their child before someone else does. Why should a second grader know about sex? For that matter, why are TV shows, which say they're for kids, so adult? They took Looney Tunes off the air because it was violent, but it's the most innocent programming for kids. Everyone grew up on those old cartoons and now they're gone. Probably because they were creative and despite the fact they were a cartoon, they were a little thought provoking. There used to be some great cartoons on in the morning. Now, there's nothing. And half of the garbage is computer animated. Give me a break! Is this really talent that puts this stuff together? Pre-packaged bologna is what it is.

So, before you teach your child how to tell time, be sure they know what a clitoris is and that by the age of 50, they should be getting a prostate exam because if they continue to eat out at fast food joints like mommy and daddy do, they'll probably die of cancer. Dope them up. Allow them to stay at home all the time, never once going for a walk or getting exercise. If they're overweight, give them more dope. Don't force the issue of using your body and burning off weight. Consistently let your child get its way, that way they always know how important they are. One day when they grow up, they'll demand everything. They'll learn to drive like a dick, climb corporate ladders, and beat their spouse. This will probably come about the time sexual deficiencies start kicking in, mostly because they enjoy pelvic exams more than sex with their loved one.

All of you horny, confused teenagers out there....please!!! WAKE UP!!!

Inspired Philosophy cont...

2008-01-02T14:11:00.000-05:00

It's interesting that the ideas of the two party system were lost. Minorities vote Democrat when they were the original slave owners. The Republican/northern states supposedly opposed slavery, but then, during the Civil War, they really didn't fight for freedom. If Lincoln would have lived, he would have not only freed the blacks, but sent them to back to their native land.

There's nothing real anymore. Our history books, our media, our lives are filled with propoganda. Hitler used it during WWII to enslave his people into thinking the Jews were horrible people. Where did he get this idea? The U.S. We used it during WWI. Read the news and see the slant, or spin, as they call it. Okay, so you change the channel. You're watching someone else's spin. Then again, the media is filled with many ideas, all of which are bought and paid for by a 1 party system. It's the party you never see, nor ever will.

It's scary to think about. Our society has been isolated into groups: race, age, gender, class, etc. Once isolated, they're victimized. Each group is lead down different paths, causing them to believe things that aren't real, false worries, and misinformation. Women and minorities are constantly being lied to. They're made to believe they're all victims and they MUST do something or else "this" will happen. Life shouldn't be that way. Let's keep women in the doctor's office because if we make them believe something will happen to them, they'll keep coming back for check-up's.

Where are all of the thinkers, the artists, the poets, the writers, and activists? Where are the milestone individuals that make history or create something grand? Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was such a man. They took him out. John Lennon too spoke out for the people and had the power to reach millions worldwide. He spoke for peace and against the establishment. They took him out too. And if you think it wasn't the system that did either of these men in, look at the FBI files on them. There was quite an interest in what these individuals were doing. It certainly wasn't to give them an award.

Indeed...Society In Decline

2008-01-02T13:39:00.001-05:00

So many people are led down the path of stupidity. They know only what's force-fed to them through the news, media, and advertising. No one seeks knowledge on their own. Even this form of media, a blog, is a creation of our modern world where people who feel they're important run their mouth. Everyone has been treated as "special," they're not dumb, they have "ADD" or something else dubbed by the medical profession. So, go be doped up on prescription medication and use a crutch to solve your problems instead of solving them your self. That way, you won't have the patience to read this blog.

Education teaches kids nothing. We pass kids who cannot read. We also allow generation after generation to be conned into the false pretenses of the system. In essence, we have no rights, no voice, no independence...if those ideals ever existed, they died over a century ago. President Andrew Jackson helped found the Democrat Party to give people a chance to have a say in their country's actions. He felt the northern states had too much power and money. He also wanted to remove the governing bank so it could not control the worth of money as well as do away with the Electorial College. Someone tried to take his life. Kennedy tried to do away with the Treasury because of money control, who they devalued the coin, and someone successfully took him out.

Everyday, we're consumed with what a celebrity is doing today or what country is going to be our next threat. There are real issues in this country and world that no one discusses because the media control is bought and paid for. They create your thoughts, your ideas, and your path in life. If you chose to let them run your life, they win. And do you think that voting for a new president will solve this dilemma? That's a figurehead. Just a face for us to focus on. And every candidate, despite party affiliate, belongs to the same system. If you believe there's a two party system, you're fooled. That's just so people think they have a choice.