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<title><![CDATA[Milk, eggs, vodka]]></title>
<link>http://remmeh.wordpress.com/?p=94</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 19:16:54 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>remmeh</dc:creator>
<guid>http://remmeh.wordpress.com/?p=94</guid>
<description><![CDATA[
The other day, I was at Borders (yes, I read books, occasionally, but most of the time I just like ]]></description>
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<p style="text-align:left;">The other day, I was at Borders (yes, I read books, occasionally, but most of the time I just like shopping for them) and I happened upon a book entitled, "Milk, Eggs, Vodka: Grocery Lists Lost and Found." The author, Bill Keaggy, went around scrounging parking lots and shopping baskets at supermarkets, in search of other people's grocery lists... to determine something about their lives. He also has an overwhelmingly-popular website, grocerylists.org, where people can submit images of others' grocery lists. Let's take a look, shall we...</p>
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<p>hmmm... a life. Check aisle 14... the ice cream isle. Of course. Keep looking? Oh, okay.</p>
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<p>Who knew advances in dairy products had come so far?</p>
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<p>w/ red stripper shoes. That's all that needs to be said about that.</p>
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<p>Who knew 3rd grade was optional? Oh, and make sure you buy the ROST-BEFE-, PRETSILS, HARE SOPE, KRAKERS, and don't forget the BURD FUDE.</p>
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<p>Well, obviously.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Much, much more at <a href="http://www.grocerylists.org/">grocerylists.org</a>.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Absolutely]]></title>
<link>http://th3g1vr.wordpress.com/?p=238</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 08:53:37 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>th3g1vr</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[&#8220;to lose itself in order to find itself, that is the way of spirit&#8221;- Hegel (although it]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>"to lose itself in order to find itself, that is the way of spirit"- Hegel (although it's copied from my philosophy notes, so it's probably not a direct translation)</p>
<p>I think that this applies to all aspects of life, and- that being said- I have a lot of work to do.</p>
<p>So that you will know what I'm talking about, I'll break it down:</p>
<p>"to lose itself"= chaos</p>
<p>"to find itself"= absolute</p>
<p>In the past I would have thought of myself as anything but chaotic, but that was because I did not truly recognize what cause was. I thought of chaos as the complete absence of reasoning, judgment, deliberation. But this is not accurate, as exemplified by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos_theory" target="_blank">chaos theory</a>. Chaos is, rather, the complete absence of absolutes. I have no absolutes, so this makes me very chaotic. So as things stand, I am taking the path of the <a href="http://th3g1vr.com/2008/07/15/agony/" target="_blank">Negative Essence</a>, by which I would never find peace or satisfaction.</p>
<p>Therefore "to lose itself in order to find itself, that is the way of spirit" means:</p>
<p>For the spirit to satisfy its potential (and thus find peace), it must continually balance between absolutes and the lack thereof. This might be the key to the true "synthesis" between the Id and Ego (Negative and Positive Essences), after all, Id= chaos, and SuperEgo= absolute. This is where the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Id%2C_ego%2C_and_super-ego" target="_blank">SuperEgo</a> comes in, but first I'd like to point out of couple of things:</p>
<p>First, in previous posts, and notably <a href="http://th3g1vr.com/2008/07/15/agony/" target="_blank">Agony</a>, I mistook the SuperEgo as being the Ego- so much of the time "Ego" is mentioned (particularly in Agony) "SuperEgo" is what should be said. One of Freud's sucessors, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Jung" target="_blank">Carl Jung</a>, further refined Freud's philosophy by adding a divide recognizing the Personal Unconscious, and the Collective Unconscious. I made the mistake of using "Ego" to refer to the Personal Unconscious, assuming the SuperEgo to be the Collective Unconscious.</p>
<p>Second, the synthesis is actually produced by the Ego- emphasis on <strong>produced</strong>. From what I gather, the Id, Ego, and SuperEgo are reflection of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Please note that when I use these terms, they are not to be interpreted as being in compliance with standard Christian beliefs.</p>
<p><strong>Warning: TANGENT-- </strong>While I believe that my beliefs are drawing closer and closer to those of Christianity, they will probably never be compatible; In fact, if my writing is appealing to others, I might even develop a cult :P. No seriously though, One of the things of my top ten "world domination" is to completely reinterpret the Bible. Actually, in the plan is to the possibility of several interpretations for each phrase, verse, passage, chapter, theme, book, etc. However, utilizing a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wiki" target="_blank">wiki</a> system, released under the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creative_Commons_licenses" target="_blank">Creative Commons License</a>, it would definitely be doable. After all, The Bible is the most popular book, and the Bible itself infers that it should be interpreted democratically (<span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;">2nd Peter 1:20-21 -- see http://www.twopaths.com/faq_BibleTrue.htm for more info) <strong>End TANGENT</strong> --</span></p>
<p>But basically, my main point is that, for several reasons, it's a <strong>very bad</strong> thing that I have no absolutes. To be honest, at the time I first starting writing this post (a few months ago!) I was very confused (hence the time delay) and so really it would be pointless to cover exactly why it's a bad thing, because it would be best to cover that extensively in posts prepared for it. For now I'll go with an analogy- Neon Genesis Evangelion. Towards the end of the original series (i.e. the Human Instrumentality project) the main character (which BTW I identify with so much it's scary) Shinji explores the significance of limits.</p>
<p>Without limits we would be completely free, but we wouldn't know what to do. Everything would be one big blob, we ourself could not distinguish ourselves from it- life itself could not exist without absolutes. By creating limits, we are able to better understand and interact with our surroundings, but there is an inevitable price for that, which is imprisonment.</p>
<p>This is why I believe that an infinite God cannot exist- in order for God to recognize himself, to understand himself, and to recognize and interact with his creation, there must be limits- otherwise he would not be able to distinguish himself from anything else. As I first began to understand while writing <a href="http://th3g1vr.com/2007/10/06/my-beliefs-about-reincarnationevolution/" target="_blank">this post</a>, our souls likely also inhabit us so that they could better interact with themselves, and creation, also being infinite otherwise.</p>
<p>It could just be one soul, perceived as many- there are (ironically) an infinite amount of possibilities as to how the soul(s) interact with us, or "possess" us. Perhaps God is finite so as to interact with himself and his creation, and souls are the offspring of his thought.</p>
<p>Well, once again I've gone off in a tangent- I'll go into more detail on this (hopefully soon) in future posts.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[when to pat on the back?]]></title>
<link>http://saralyna.wordpress.com/?p=7</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 17:04:53 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>saralyna</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Peaks and Valleys:  nature&#8217;s way of reminding us of how our lives are.  It&#8217;s what prov]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Peaks and Valleys:  nature's way of reminding us of how our lives are.  It's what provides the adventure in our routine.  After all, driving through Iowa and Nebraska is REALLY boring.  So life would be mundane if it were consistent (i.e. robotic) as well ...</p>
<p>Lately, I've hit a valley, which has been the cause of my recent insomnia.   A thought came to me the other day when I was conversing with a friend about the subject:  <strong><em>when do we really sit back and appreciate the good things that we do everyday, either for ourselves or for others?</em></strong> We all have a natural tendency to see and pick out the flaws within both,  the good often being taken for granted.  Personally, I have what some may consider a character flaw that gets in the way:</p>
<p>Growing up, like most everyone else in LA, my family also tuned into the Lakers-Celtics game on CBS on Sunday mornings. During a Magic Johnson segment that came on at halftime of one of the games, my mother blurted "What makes Magic so unique is that he's successful, but yet remains so humble".  I took that to heart growing up, and to this day, I honestly believe it to be a quality worth striving for.  Thus, I have a natural tendency to downplay my accomplishments and just let them speak for themselves.  I undervalue what I'm doing and what I have, because I really don't believe I do or have much (apart from my Louis laptop bag and wallet, but that's a reflection of taste).  While it could be considered a bad thing i.e. could limit opportunities or be construed as an extension of low self-esteem, the reason why I stick to it is because there's a sense of validation that comes when you know you're being true to yourself.  Despite all the second guessing,  you know you're being you, and there really isn't a substitute for self-realization, (Maslow got it right, dammit).</p>
<p>Yet still, we should sit back once in a while and admire what others appreciate about ourselves, or we should stand in the spotlight and gather the applause.  Validation comes in many different forms, but looking inside and complimenting ourselves is sometimes the best way to scale a cliff or trudge through a ravine.  That is, along as what we think is actually true and not a delusion ...</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Every Tanya I Know Is Gorgeous]]></title>
<link>http://mousehole.wordpress.com/2008/08/26/every-tanya-i-know-is-gorgeous/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 13:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>MDJ Superstar</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Stunning epiphany #10924:
I just realized that I have yet to meet a girl named &#8220;Tanya&#8221; w]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-weight:bold;">Stunning epiphany #10924:</span></p>
<p>I just realized that I have yet to meet a girl named "Tanya" who wasn't cute.</p>
<p>And I hope never to meet an ugly "Tanya". What a waste of a pretty name if the girl wasn't drop dead bootyliciously gorgeous.<br />
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<p><em>Addendum edit:</em></p>
<p>The same also holds true for all girls I know with the following names:</p>
<p>1. Nikki<br />
2. Marla<br />
3. Diane<br />
4. Celine<br />
5. Kaken</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Insomnia]]></title>
<link>http://profoundblogger.wordpress.com/?p=3</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 18:01:30 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>profoundblogger</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Malam ini aku Insomnia. Entah.
Aku sendiri bingung. Pilihanraya P44 begitu memberi kesan kepada aku.]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:left;">Malam ini aku Insomnia. Entah.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Aku sendiri bingung. Pilihanraya P44 begitu memberi kesan kepada aku.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Jadi untuk membuatkan tarikh 26 Ogos 2008 (tarikh kemenangan DSAI, insyaAllah) tersemat dalam blog aku, aku pun terus bercadang untuk menerbitkan blog aku pd tarikh ini.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Lagipun ini masa senggangku apabila aku tadi ditinggalkan kawan aku yang mahu pergi membeli buah-buahan.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Jadi perbualan kami terhenti dan aku cuba beralih ke tugasan aku yang tidak usai2 lagi. Aku tidak mampu berfikir. Situasi esok yang bermain-main di fikiran aku.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Maka dari situlah aku datang ke dunia blogging ini as a profound blogger.hak3.. Sure ada yang tak puas hati ni.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Jumud. Huh!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Living]]></title>
<link>http://darkmountain.wordpress.com/?p=3</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 16:28:10 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>darkmountain</dc:creator>
<guid>http://darkmountain.wordpress.com/?p=3</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I know that I am not normal by any stretch of the imagination. I was a really messed up child and I ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know that I am not normal by any stretch of the imagination. I was a really messed up child and I can say that it was because of me, not some traumatic event or influence. I was just not right as a child. As I grew into a teenager I started to mellow the strangeness. If you knew me in my brief high school career this might shock you. I was far stranger in my head than I ever was to the world.<br />
Actually, I still am.<br />
I know that I am essentially self-centered and would not mind a good portion of the population disappearing if it were not for the educated suspicion that the part that would die off would also be the part that runs the power, water, food production and distribution, etc.<br />
And this is related to my suspicion that I would really enjoy being in prison if it were not for other people being there too. I guess that I am the type of person that would be perfect for a monastery if it were non-religious.<br />
I am not christian and will likely never be christian. I have read the bible, probably more than most of the people that claim to be christian. And as twisted as my mind is, I still cannot fathom why people insist that their religion makes them moral when a large portion of the examples of the favorites of God (tm) are murderous, adulterous, and basically what most people would consider today to be total slime-balls.<br />
I did used to be Wiccan, and for the most part I have no problem with people that understand what it really is. But there are so many retarded idiots that are attracted to it for the entirely wrong reasons that I do no believe in it as I once did.<br />
Maybe that is the problem with the world. It is full of people. And people on the whole are pretty much retarded. Especially when you mix religion in.<br />
There are always exceptions to the rule. Those are almost impossible to find though.<br />
Take the Muslim population for example. Remember that I do know that there are a few rare exceptions. The Muslim people that I have met and had brief conversations with were typical people with the same flaws that most religious people have. They drank, had pre-marital sex, etc. Which of course are sins in their religion. Sure, they feel guilt about it. But if you really, really believed, would you risk the wrath of god? The other problem I have with the Muslim faith in general seems to be specific to their culture or faith. I am not really sure which it is. I have heard from numerous people that have had extensive contact that they believe that Allah will provide. Now, I am sure that faith can provide, but it seems to be a problem when people feel that their faith keeps them from having to work hard for something.<br />
I do want to remind you all that I am not talking about everyone of whatever faith you have. I have much respect for genuine believers that are a credit to whatever faith they have. They conduct themselves with decorum and respect and actually practice the faith they belive in, not just the appearance of faith.<br />
And this is directed to whatever religion is out there. It does not matter what religion it is. It is full of morons. Or liars. Or both. Muslim, Wiccan, Christian, Sikh, Native American Shaman, etc. They are all full of jackasses.</p>
<p>As you can tell, this blog probably isn't going to be helpful to people. But it is about me. And that is what I think is important. And yes, I know I am not the smartest person on the planet, probably not even the smartest person in the room, even when I am sitting by myself. But I am smart enough to be honest enough to know that what interests me most is me.<br />
And if you do not like it. Tough.</p>
<p>:P</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Compounding Pharmacy Dental Gels Extended Version ]]></title>
<link>http://compoundingpharmacyusa.wordpress.com/?p=163</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:56:58 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>compoundingpharmacy</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Compounding Pharmacy lead pharmacist Charles Bonner of Stevens Pharmacy answers your questions

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<title><![CDATA[5 tips for exciting speeches]]></title>
<link>http://netsyscon4hr.wordpress.com/?p=242</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 09:39:30 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>jyotijodhwani</dc:creator>
<guid>http://netsyscon4hr.wordpress.com/?p=242</guid>
<description><![CDATA[1. Open Hot, Close Hotter. 
To grab audience attention and be remembered, start the presentation wit]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><strong>1. Open Hot, Close Hotter. </strong></p>
<p>To grab audience attention and be remembered, start the presentation with a bang, not a limp, "Thanks, it's nice to be here." The first (and last) 30 seconds have the most impact on the audience. Save any greetings and gratitude until they've already grabbed the audience with a powerful opening. And don't end with a whimper. Remember that last words linger. Unfortunately, many speakers close with, "Are there any questions?" Wrong! Instead, say, "Before I close, are there any questions?" Answer them. Then close on a high note.</p>
<p><strong>2. Get the Inside Scoop. </strong></p>
<p>Attendees at one of my seminars, "How to Be a Coach to Your Client," want to know how they can personalize and add excitement and color to the speeches they craft for others. How, they ask, can they get those invaluable inside stories? I suggested they do what I do--interview the speaker's client's colleagues and family members. These people are familiar with the "stories" the speaker often tells, stories that have already been honed to what I call the "Hollywood model" (characters, dialogue, dramatic lesson learned). What insights and amusing stories can they share? Advise your members to ask others for input that can provide color and energy to a presentation.</p>
<p><strong>3. Try Inside-Out Speaking. </strong></p>
<p>Don't write speeches for people to read. Instead, sit down with them, in person or on the phone, and ask them questions. I do this, pulling out of them their ideas, stories, life experiences, philosophies, and examples through questions. Then my job is to help them organize, wordsmith, and deliver these comments with more drama.</p>
<p>Although the client and I often end up with a script that can then be edited and tightened, the words grow out of our conversations. I call this "inside-out" speaking. My work represents a cleaned-up conversation; one the speaker is going to have with the audience. Of course, a script is not a conversation, but if it sounds conversational, it is far more appealing and much easier to deliver directly to the audience without reading it word for word. Emotional contact is impossible without eye contact.</p>
<p><strong>4. Provide Five Magic Moments. </strong></p>
<p>How are great speeches like classic Hollywood movies? Movie promoters say that a successful film has to have five magic moments for each viewer, though not necessarily the same five. When it does, people will talk about it and add enough energy to a paid advertising campaign to make it a hit.</p>
<p>Be sure each presentation has five great moments--dramatic, humorous, profound, or poignant--that the audience can relive in their minds later and repeat to their friends.</p>
<p><strong>5. Avoid Borrowed Stories. </strong></p>
<p>I urge you to create vivid, personal stories for their presentations. Imagine how I once felt, sitting in an audience of 18,000 people, listening to Barbara Bush describe a great story she had read in Chicken Soup for the Soul--my own story which made the point, "What you do speaks louder than what you say." (Yes, I know Ralph Waldo Emerson said it first.) Did Barbara Bush mention it was my story? No.</p>
<p>But even if she had mentioned my name, I think she missed a huge opportunity with her speech. Back then; I imagined her sitting in bed at the White House, going through stacks of books with a highlighter pen for things to talk about. Since then, I've realized that a speechwriter did the research and wrote her words. My point? I'm not upset she didn't credit me. Just disappointed that someone with Barbara Bush's incredible life experiences did not share them. I am sure she had much more <span class="highlight">interesting</span> recent <span class="highlight">topics</span> and perceptions than reporting on something someone said to me many years ago. That's how audiences will feel if your members repeat things they've read instead of experienced</p>
<p>Regards,</p>
<p>Jyoti</p>
<p>Reference - Citehr</p>
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<title><![CDATA[dreaming pink diamonds]]></title>
<link>http://washwords.wordpress.com/2008/07/18/dreaming-pink-diamonds/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>washwords</dc:creator>
<guid>http://washwords.wordpress.com/2008/07/18/dreaming-pink-diamonds/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve never really been a girly girl. God knows I&#8217;m no tomboy (that would imply being spo]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I've never really been a girly girl. God knows I'm no tomboy (that would imply being sporty, which I am not) but ribbons, make-up, heels, shopping? eh. </p>
<p>Likewise for jewelry. It's not that I don't spoil myself or like the finer things  but... spas and five-star hotels are more my weakness than flashy fashions or gems. </p>
<p>Usually.</p>
<p>When I was married, I came to love the sparkly diamond. I missed it when it was gone. But it, much like I probably was to my then inlaws, was a curiousity. I never fully understood or recognized it. It wasn't fully me. People would tell me it was big or it was a particular cut and I would stare back, "mmm?" I had no words, no expertise in this arena.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21304772@N06/2634036141"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2634036141_e4b1bbf497.jpg" width="313" height="378" /></a></p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21304772@N06/2634036141">pink by Peter on flickr</a></p>
<p>So it was a surprise that this time around, I've been dreaming diamonds. Pink diamonds. Pink like the color, not of the sunset but of the glassy sea in the twilight of the shore.  I didn't even know such a thing existed (till, blush, I looked it up and found it). I've dreamed the platinum antique setting - delicate, wiry, dreamed the bliss of it on my finger and the serenity of real, profound joy.</p>
<p>There is some sadness in joy, my wise friend "A" told me on that other long-ago wedding day. And behind this glassy pink sea is sorrow, too. I am sorry that I didn't know how to love like this before, sorry that I didn't know that than, or know at least enough to say I wasn't ready. I am sad that gold and big didn't ever fit me right, though I wanted desparately to meld with that ring. </p>
<p>I mourn the lives we didn't create together, the one that flickered in shared laughs, late-night talks and true, real friendship. And I hope, deep in the core of my being that you are finding your own glassy pink sea and that it is smooth and sparkly and sacred. I hope it suits you and brings you the surprising joy my dreams of pink diamond oceans have brought me.  Mine is a joy of lessons learned, rock-solid friendships, love hard found and yet as comfortable as that warm sea, as ancient and as deep.</p>
<p>Thank you.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Agony]]></title>
<link>http://th3g1vr.wordpress.com/?p=234</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 14:21:06 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>th3g1vr</dc:creator>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In general I find very little merit in assholes, but there is definitely one thing I appreciate about them that is universally reliable, and that is that they will always challenge me. Not necessarily challenging my opinion, although the <a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Rednecks" target="_blank">redneck</a> type seems to a lot IMO. Well, in this case, a redneck asshole who is freeloading at my house ('cause my dad is too nice for his own good...and no this is not about redneck-induced agony...although that is also sometimes a problem!) - When I said that I believed that the whole Bible was misinterpreted, and that most of it- if not all in some respect- should be interpreted metaphorically- or more accurately, <em><span style="text-decoration:underline;">not</span></em> literally. (i.e. a passage in the Bible might be historical truth, but also to present another underlying, and usually far more important (and spiritual) meaning-- similar to the masterpieces of Linkin Park.</p>
<p>I have been, off and on, extremely anxious these past few months, likely due to delving too far into the secrets of my spiritual self. I'm disturbing the spiritually dead, proverbially speaking, and it's not someone else either- it's my dead self. Well of course this is all speculation, but in either case- as far as I'm concerned, I've willingly asked for a glimpse of Hell, and now I'm agonizing over whether it was really worth it.</p>
<p>I began this journey of self-exploration at first just to turn the nothing I was into something in the future; then, once I realized that it was not that simple, I began seeking out what that nothing was, because you cannot do anything you know nothing about, because even nothing is something</p>
<p>Well, all that abstract talk is just me being melodramatic...eventually, I found that the more I discovered about myself through this inference-based reasoning, the more I was able to improve upon myself. I started with internal change (opinions, morals, perspectives), and eventually harnessed these changes into habits/etc., to the point my transformation could not go unnoticed by those who "knew" me. But noooooo...that wasn't good enough for me. I had to find the unfindable answers, relying on the forbidden intuition that I should never have had- well perhaps I've just being "played" by myself- this illusion of soul-torture that I've forced upon myself due to expecting something.</p>
<p>But really, the possibilities are endless, so why doubt my doubts when I can "suspend judgement" on <strong>those</strong> matters- and focus my attentions on these far more engrossing and <em>apparently</em> irresistable obsessions. But, as you may have noted, these obsessions have really done a number on me. Why is it that I must have such depressing, such inevitably hopeless obsessions.</p>
<p>Now that I know that we all are motivated by the desire to run away from ourselves- or more accurately, we won't be happy unless we do everything to run away from ourselves. No- that's not even accurate. I mean "our other self" - might be our "Ego", might be our "soul" or "spirit" or "psyche"- well, it's arguable that all those words mean the same thing anyway. Perhaps- and this is most definitely the case, we are running away from something far bigger that that. But really, is that even possible, or does it even make any sense, considering at this point it's all just <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semantics" target="_blank">semantics</a>.</p>
<p>Actually, I wouldn't even be able to write this post had it not been for the spontaneous impulses (that's redundant BTW) of my brother- by which I was able to clear my head sufficiently to actually think straight for the first time in 2 days. Now for some revised definitions "for the road":</p>
<p>Sin: Self- you know, the "other self". like I said, all semantics...</p>
<p>Agony: Seeing self, or a reflection/glimpse thereof- for what we really are, an eternally tortured self.</p>
<p>Hell: In "God's" presence we see the ugliness that we really are:</p>
<p>desperate, hateful, dependent, miserable, melancholic, masochistic/sadistic, vengeful, malicious, lonely, obsessed, perverted, greedy, lustful, irrate. All scum that is depicable and distasteful.</p>
<p>As to how such a hellish curse was eternally forced upon us, there are many possibilities, but this is my theory: Balance has always existed- it is the true God. But "in reality", Balance is only rules- just as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pythagoras#Religion_and_science" target="_blank">Pythagoras's numbers</a> did not create anything, but only organized what already existed. We, our "original" self- also existed, and were thus governed by Balance. But to gain self-awareness, our soul- as I'll call the "original self", had to pay an equal price- that is after all necessary to maintain Balance. The "Adam and Eve" story of <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+2-3&#38;version=9;" target="_blank">Genesis 2-3</a>, is IMO, a story that originally took, or more accurately, takes place outside time and a space- humans would not exist if "original self" did not become "original sin. Update: Time did exist- since it is a fundamental necessity of balance.</p>
<p>There are many Bible verses which support this interpretation, in several books, both the old testament and new. Although I really don't have motivation or time (b/f going 2 bed) to cite specific verses (although I probably would have if I didn't spend so much time procrastinating on Uncyclopedia- it's way to funny for my own good! see side-panel links for reference!)-</p>
<p>In Genesis, Isaiah, Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastics, Revelation- just to name a few...</p>
<p>In the account of Jesus's death (found on all 4 gospels, though only a couple in sufficient detail), Jesus dies for our sake- taking the sin of the world upon himself.</p>
<p>I pity those millions (Billions unless it's "all for show") of Christians that completely misinterpret the Bible- it's not like I'm even close to accurate (obviously!) but at least I'm on the right track. Honestly though, how can anyone take what they call "God's Word" at face-value. It's sickening how simple people can be about things so far beyond themselves- what an insult to God!</p>
<p>Back to Jesus: In taking the sin upon himself- I strongly believe that this refers to the evolution of man. See, before man- there was just animals- no self-awareness.</p>
<p>To further understand- I'll shed some more light on my theories regarding the Soul:</p>
<p>The Soul is running away from itself- in denial, just as we are. That is because, in order to create life, death needed to be created. To create ecstasy, despair needed to be created. This was the price of Balance. The soul took upon itself those ugly qualities (the ones listed halfway through what I've written so far) so that it might give birth to the positives. The Soul did this so that it could have meaning, and because it was inevitable- it was in its nature to bestow benevolence. This soul is our God, and is always a part of us....Okay, for the time being ending creepy mystical mutterings...</p>
<p>Naturally, the Soul could not bear this state of being (hell), so it thrust itself into its creation, and became ignorant. The soul enjoyed bliss in this ignorance- animals, plants, and all life at that time, had naught but instincts, and thus had no reason to find the Soul. This is not unfeasible, as most humans today have the gift of self-awareness but do not use it, leaving it dormant.</p>
<p>But, in accordance with Balance, the Soul innately struggled to correct the imperfection of its beasts, and these struggles took on the form of evolution, with its battle-scars taking on the form of mutation, and its confusion was mirrored in natural chaos. As the struggle became exponentially intense, a split occurred within the Soul- this was also a necessity of balance. The struggle had reached a level so great that it threatened to destroy Balance, and an innate failsafe defense mechanism was activated within Balance, resulting in the first <a href="http://th3g1vr.com/2008/07/05/karma/" target="_blank">miracle</a>. This miracle, having split the Soul into two, formed what I will call the "Thesis" and "Antithesis". Both the Thesis and Antithesis seek to be reunited under a Synthesis- but, in accordance with balance, this is not possible because that desire is neutralized with an equal and opposite force.</p>
<p>*Please note: Contrary to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augustine_of_Hippo" target="_blank">Augustine</a>'s theory that God exists outside time, my account, assuming "God" to be "the creator", exists within time-- Balance always exists, therefore time does. Even though God has always existed, he did within time, because Balance is also eternal. My "God" is also not infinite, and is bound by the laws of Balance.</p>
<p>The desire for synthesis is mirrored in our own lives to this day, because it is necessary for Balance. One might ask the question, is there then the possibility that there is also imbalance?- But if the answer was yes, that would be a moot paradox, so I wouldn't bother. (see <a href="http://th3g1vr.com/2008/06/30/illogical/" target="_blank">Illogical</a>)</p>
<p>Also, these events are somewhat reflected in the story of <a href="http://www.christiananswers.net/bible/gen4.html" target="_blank">Cain and Abel</a>.</p>
<p>Eventually, amid the struggles between the negative and positive that is the Soul, life evolved into increasingly complex organisms. But, in accordance with Balance, existence must be sustained by non-existence- thus, As many who are born must die. Because the animals were reproducing and flourishing, more were being born than were dying.</p>
<p>*Please note- keep in mind that although the Thesis and Antithesis are fighting, neither are self-aware of it, as their self-awareness is dormant within now-primitive life. Their subconsciousness's are dualing, and they are only aware of the effects, in the forms of chaos and mutation.</p>
<p>*Also- these circumstances are reflected in the story of Noah's Ark, particularly <a href="http://www.christiananswers.net/bible/gen6.html" target="_blank">Gen. 6:1-7</a>.</p>
<p>Now Balance was approaching the failsafe point, and- aware that the Soul had self-awareness, corrected the deficit by calling out the Soul (Antithesis and Thesis) to make a choice: allow the creation to be destroyed (which would be the second miracle), or make another sacrifice to correct the Balance in their stead. Because the Soul was now two different beings, the choice would have to be made separately. This decision could have been the long-awaited Synthesis, because both the Negative and Positive desired for life to continue flourishing. But Synthesis did not come to be.</p>
<p>The Positive Essence decided to sacrifice its self-awareness eternally, taking the form of Heaven or, more accurately, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nirvana" target="_blank">Nirvana</a>.</p>
<p>The Negative Essence decided to keep it's self-awareness, but eternally resigned its right to ignorance, forever tormented to the ends permitted by Balance- its unhappiness mirroring the happiness of life, and vice versa. Thus, in order for life to be happy, it must be unhappy- we essentially depend on the unhappiness of the negative essence. It took the form of Hell or, more accurately, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samsara" target="_blank">Samsara</a>.</p>
<p>*Please note that there is a big difference between ignorance and self-awareness. The Positive Essence did not become ignorant by losing its self-awareness- if fact, if I understand Buddhism philosophy correctly, losing self-awareness is essential for losing all ignorance.</p>
<p>*As you probably already guessed, the Positive Essence's sacrifice was mirrored through the life and teachings of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gautama_Buddha" target="_blank">Gautama Buddha</a>.</p>
<p>*Also note- The irony: Buddha discovered that the cause of human suffering was ignorance, but this is only one type of truth, which is derived from the Positive essence. Just as our well-being mirrors Samsara, our self-awareness mirrors the Positive Soul's lack thereof. Thus, because the Positive Soul is statically in a state of Nirvana, Balance must correct our ignorance with suffering, in accordance with Nirvana's complete lack of ignorance. On the other hand our ignorance can also grant us happiness, as ignorance makes our creator (the Negative side) unhappy. In other words, two negatives, when multiplied, make a positive. See here: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=66&#38;chapter=4" target="_blank">God hates being ignored</a>. Why do you think this <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ten_Commandments#Traditional_division_and_interpretation" target="_blank">commandment</a> takes top spot on the 10?</p>
<p>*The Negative Essence was mirrored long before the Positive Essence did (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hinduism" target="_blank">Hinduism</a>), but the effects were not fully realized until the life of Jesus. Because of the complications caused by the division of the Essences, and the sacrifices thereof, many miracles occurred up until the time of Jesus, and echoed until long after, in accordance. The effects of the Positive Essence need no be mirrored long, because it actually returned to its original self- essentially rendering it's role in the creation of life nonexistent. The original miracle through Which Nirvana's choice was reflected, was told in the allegory of Jacob and Esau (<a href="http://christiananswers.net/bible/gen25.html" target="_blank">Gen. 25:30-34</a>). Just as Esau gave up his birthright, Nirvana did as well. Key here is verse 34: ..."thus Esau despised his birthright." This mirrors the notion that Nirvana did not want it's birthright, because self-awareness actually held it captive, thus being more a hindrance than help.</p>
<p>(Just a thought)</p>
<p>Mirroring how Samsara took every kind of agony possible upon itself, Jesus took every sin upon himself. The Negative Essence became Samsara, taking Hell upon itself so that we might live- thus, the balance, at least for the time being, was complete.</p>
<p>Now all that remains is our choice. Because we were made in the Image of the Soul, we have self-consciousness. However, our self-consciousness is incomplete- metaphorically speaking, half complete. This is why we have two selfs. One of our selves has self-awareness, the other does not. That is because we are based upon and depend on two different Essences, of one Soul- one Essence has self-consciousness; the other does not. These two different selfs take the form of the Id and Ego.</p>
<p>The Id is the self-consciousless persona, derived from Nirvana</p>
<p>The Ego is the self-conscious persona, derived from Samsara</p>
<p>thus, Balance is achieved, and all that is left is for us to make the choice:</p>
<p>The Antithesis, the Thesis, or the Synthesis?</p>
<p>If we choose the Antithesis, Nirvana is achieved, ultimately</p>
<p>If we choose the Thesis, We will maintain self-awareness, but perpetually share with the happiness and unhappiness of the Samsara. Unfortunately, to correct the Imbalance required for us to live, we must ultimately suffer, as the suffering must outweigh happiness to compensate for life. This will continue, until we either choose Nirvana, or the third choice- the Synthesis:</p>
<p>Not a true Synthesis, but: We run away from our true selves, gaining ignorance through bliss, and pleasure through <a href="http://th3g1vr.com/2008/07/11/denial/" target="_blank">Denial</a>. This is, unfortunately, the choice of the vast majority of the world. Although it is clearly the best choice for us, it is the greatest sin one can possibly commit, as we are gaining pleasure as the direct consequence of God's suffering. That is because by ignoring God we are doing that which makes him suffer most, and thus gain the greatest pleasure from it.</p>
<p>To end with a few verses that best reflect that last paragraph:</p>
<p>Mark 8- "<span class="sup">34</span>Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. <span class="sup">35</span>For whoever wants to save his life<sup>[<a title="See footnote c" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=48&#38;chapter=8#fen-NIV-24532c">c</a>]</sup> will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it. <span class="sup">36</span>What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul? <span class="sup">37</span>Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?" If you really think about it, you'll be taken off-guard at how closely these words match up to this post! ps.- this is probably the most on-the-spot biblical re-translation I've ever done on the spot in my life- guess I showed that Redneck/Asshole!</p>
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<p>Although published the following would be fiction, or a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonfiction_novel" target="_blank">nonfiction novel</a> at best, the following book is in fact an autobiographical account of the more <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mysticism" target="_blank">mystical</a> (for lack of a better word) side of myself. Due to its fundamental nature and premise, this book is written more metaphorically than anything else.</p>
<p>Although I cannot confirm this anymore than the main character, I have the same conviction as that character that these things are indeed the truth. I strongly believe that the each letter of which the Bible is composed, the writings of Joanne Greenberg, as well as others throughout history, have shared similar experiences as myself, albeit some of which the source of these varies, and even conflicts with.</p>
<p>Although I cannot possibly expect anyone to believe any the above, I’m confident that science-fiction and fantasy lovers alike should full appreciate the Essence of the Soul, and its sequels (which there most definitely will be)</p>
<p>*Note there will be a quite a bit  of editing (once I get around to it), particularly in the first half- so “stay tuned”*</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Essence Of The Soul</span><br />
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<span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-size:x-small;">by Justin Benjamin</span></span></span></p>
<p>By which method can one determine reality? We have guides all around us, things like the senses, logic, and the perceptions of those around us, but does it not vary from person to person, even if only the slightest? In addition, with all honesty we can only accept that this reality we are bound by is wholly attributed to the past. What if reality was something to be discovered, is something to be explored? Most choose to leave those questions unanswered, and accept the reality created by the past. Some indulge in determining their own fate, but “in reality” are still bound by the same legacy; many of these would not realize this even if they were told, because the vast majority of the rules bestowed upon us are painfully unsaid. It would seem that this would sum up all those that are governed by this antiquity in one way or another, But let us not forget the select few that make the choice to abandon these limitations and create their own reality- although some do not yet know they have made the choice.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:100%;"> Chapter 1- The mysterious piano</span></p>
<p>In the the elevator of Congress Library’s Madison Building, all inside were backed against the walls, most of which seemed to be holding their breath…except one. Was this person dangerous? No. Did he have a deadly illness that was highly contagious. Most definitely not. But Jason Thomas did have a quality that seemed a novelty in this day and age- His life was not influenced by society in any way, shape or form. In fact, he actually influenced society. Not only that- his disconnection from the rules of society even extends to his ideas about life. To put it bluntly, he believes what he want to believe, and his logic is highly original. It should be noted that having a logic as unique as this prohibits believing in something that anyone but him came up with, which of course means he does not believe in Big Foot, aliens, and other supernatural phenomena that have echoes through the centuries.</p>
<p>However, this does not explain why all but himself are against the wall, barely drawing breath. Well, the answer to this is comparably simple- He had simply casually mentioned that he had a deadly and contagious disease, and went on to explain the details, endlessly (to those around him) building upon the fearful visual. Within the first 30 seconds, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that he indeed had the disease, and furthermore, was mentally unstable. Jason is actually one of the most honest people you’d ever meet, and probably is the most candid. That being said, how could he lie so convincingly? The answer would shock most, so try to keep an open mind- He can because he is so honest. Now before you get worked up about this paradox, Let me explain: Jason’s honesty allowed him to realize that reality cannot be defined, or if it can that definition is not static. Thus, because at least one version of reality involves him having a deadly and highly contagious disease, He could easily believe it and cause others to as well. In truth, however, for him to get sick was so rare a thing that some may call it an omen. He could count the times he’d been sick in his life on his fingers.</p>
<p>Jason loved playing mind-games, although sometimes he loathed this about himself- people don’t like others to mess with their heads, and so at times this hobby of his resulted in social isolation. The habit was so hard to break (since it’s so damn fun), so he gave up trying to break it, although he still thinks about it on occasion. He also didn’t care much for what people think about his actions. Not that he didn’t take other’s thoughts into consideration, but usually he found that his original thoughts were best. That’s the kind of person he is. You could say that most of the time he just took in others’ perspectives as a courtesy. Understandably, sometimes he wondered why he even bothered.</p>
<p>Now they had reached the first floor, and as the doors opened, all those inside scrambled out like bats out a cave. Jason gave himself a moment to take in the pleasantly comic scene, and then proceeded to head home. Pulling of acts like this are actually a daily occurrence for him, so you might wonder at what kind of person he is, having that much time on his hands. The truth may surprise you- the reason he has that much time on his hands is because pulling off acts like this is his job! Now as convenient as this may sound, most of the work isn’t that easy. Sure he got to indulge in his favorite hobby, but that was only for ten minutes of each work day. The rest of the time, he wrote notes, analyzed data, researched statistics. These were all the things that he was good at, so I guess you could say it was the perfect job for him. The results of his work have a significant impact on the future of society, and he knows it- but the goals that he has in mind far exceed even that. Well, that being said, even Jason is not yet fully aware of the extent of his goals; much of this is still buried in his subconscious, waiting to be discovered.</p>
<p>After Jason got home, he received a call on his cell immediately after stepping out of the call. He heard the familiar trance tone he selected, and immediately knew that it was someone he did not know. The reason why he chose trance for these cases were that both trance music and the idea of getting calls from random people were both very exciting to him. Perhaps his anticipation was correct in this case…</p>
<p>But in this case it was someone he did know- it was his good friend Tony.</p>
<p>“Bet you were wondering who was calling, huh?” he remarked.</p>
<p>“Well actually, my cell just died, so I had to use the pay phone. I knew I should’ve replaced it by now, and speak of the devil!” Jason grinned.</p>
<p>“Well anyways, listen- there’s these rumors going around about this mysterious piano. But these aren’t the everyday rumors- no one has any actual information on it, and we all know if it was made up, someone would be a better job. I thought you’d want to check it out. Me personally, well you know me- I’m not the one interested in that stuff. Why don’t you check it out?”</p>
<p>“You read my mind- hey Tony, did I ever tell you I have something of a hobby for playing piano?”</p>
<p>“No, you haven’t. That being the case, what kept you from telling me until now?” Tony asked.</p>
<p>“Don’t be silly- I just said it’s <em>something</em> of a hobby. You know well that my other hobbies are a whole lot more that something. The truth is, I just never got around to telling you, or even thought about it. I was too preoccupied with those other hobbies, as I’m sure you understand.”</p>
<p>“Ok you got me, I give!” They both laugh. “Okay, I won’t give away any spoilers, I know you wouldn’t like that. The address is at 828 PROSPECT PL, 53703- so yeah, it’s pretty near here. So I’ll leave things at that- I’ll catch you later then.”</p>
<p>Tony was more than a friend, he was a brother to Jason. Actually, he didn’t follow the philosophy of ‘blood’s thicker than water.’ Sure there is an undeniably convincing amount of history behind family bonds, But that was about the only thing that could support that type of thinking in his mind. Plus Jason never really spent much time with his family, so he didn’t know any of them at all. One exception was his cousin Joy. But the ironic thing about it was that neither he nor any of his immediate family knew of her existence until after he had reached the age of majority. To this day, he still didn’t know much about her, but he kind of liked it that way- so Jason didn’t press her about her past.</p>
<p>So Jason got in the car, and headed down to the address he and Tony discussed, but halfway down there, something changed. he didn’t know what it was, but was sure that it was important. It was a bit surprising, because there is the inevitable question “How could I know that something changed if I don’t even have the slightest idea of what it might be?” But instead of worrying about this question, he marveled at it- and kept his mind occupied with what it might be. Not for long though- because soon he found such an engrossing thing was too dangerous while driving.</p>
<p>Upon reaching the place, Jason suddenly became aware of the location of the piano, as well as the things surrounding it…all while not knowing why. This is getting to be very interesting! he thought, but if he had been able to see into the future, I doubt he would have said that. Not that is wouldn’t be very interesting, but that just those words wouldn’t cover it. But not only was he aware of the piano, but he felt drawn to it- no just from interest, but almost magnetically. As he approached the piano, a song ran through his head- a beautiful song, no only that he’d never heard, but in a language he was sure was not from this earth. But at the same time the voice in the song did maintain an air of humanity. He felt a growing sense of calm at first, but just as a color spectrum blends together tones that normally clash, The feeling shifted to a a growing passion, melancholy, and ecstasy, as well as others. Awed by the utter splendor of the song, and the undeniable power it possessed, Jason was speechless. He had always be the inquisitive type- but never until now had the questions been so numerous, or so profound. He wanted answers, and knew there was probably only one way to find them.</p>
<p>So he sat at the bench, and began playing the song running through his head. This was not a problem, since Jason was an expert at improvisation. As he began to play, the voice began to changed to blend in harmony with the original song. Upon realizing this, Jason decided to take the challenge and concentrate on improvising the original part. The resulting piece was, quite frankly, out of this world; pity it wasn’t recorded. As he continued to play, Jason began to see a shadow taking form beside him. This must be the owner of the voice, he thought. He was determined to learn more about this person, the secret behind the beauty of her voice, and how she was related to the mysterious piano, and the supernatural aura surrounding it. With that motivation, Jason continued playing with passion worthy of recognition. The shadow grew in clarity, and eventually took the form of what seemed to be female- but the bright and warm glow made it clear that she was not human. But at that point, the song drew to an end. At that moment, she began to fade. But before she had completely disappeared, he distinctly heard her say a few parting words.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:x-small;"><em>“For the past few centuries, I have been trapped within this…piano. Well, at least that’s what it is now…I don’t have time to explain. I have been very lonely here, and you not only freed me from this prison, but helped me to remember the joy of the simple things in live. In thanks, I will bestow upon you some of the mysteries of the world.”</em></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />
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With those words, she vanished completely, and to his great surprise, the piano along with her. At this point, Jason had a whole lot of questions and no answers, and he thought that quite ironic, especially since she had said that she would bestow upon him mysteries of the world. At least from th surface, it was quite the opposite- she had bestowed him the first mystery he had not solved…Well, of those that he had actually tried to- there are more mysteries than the whole world could even hope to solve in their lives. This being the case, it was clear to him that her words extended beyond human knowledge, and the truth would probably come with time.</span></span></p>
<p>So with that thought in mind, Jason decided to let the truth find him, and began to make his way back home. But even that being said, he was so absorbed in thought, he neglected to call Tony back, and when he decided to call Jason to see what was up- from the outside one could assume he was ignoring it. Finally, Jason heard it- and the shock could have driven him out of his skin if it were loosely attached (which fortunately it was not).</p>
<p>“Hey Jason, what’s up? I was getting worried about you man- with you not calling and then all this time I’ve been calling you- I’ve been worried sick about you.”<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:x-small;">That was an exaggeration, but it was true that Tony was worried. After all, there isn’t a decent friend out there who wouldn’t be/</span></span></p>
<p>“Yeah, sorry about that- I’ve been really deep in thought. Like you said, it really wasn’t an ordinary mystery. Hey listen, sorry to do this to you, but can we wait till tomorrow to talk about it?”</p>
<p>“No problem- don’t worry about it. That’s my job. Well, guess I’ll be looking forward to the details in anticipation. Hey listen- take care of yourself, okay?”</p>
<p>“I’ll do that- thanks for your concern.” The truth is, Jason didn’t know why he felt the need to put off the talk. It’s true that he was confused, but there was more to it than that. Something told him that he would be best off doing it that way. Perhaps the beginning of the revelations of which the unknown woman (”it”?) was referring. Well, it could have been just wishful thinking, but in this case Jason might not have been relatively close to the truth- or, perhaps the absence of it.</p>
<p>As he lay in bed, Jason was overwhelmed with what seemed to be a trance. Well, not that he would know, not having even been in one- but it was at least exactly what he imagined one to be. But as he “smoldered” in a daze, he became engrossed in the dancing of lights in the shadows of him apartment. He felt a mix of peace, ecstasy, and…Suddenly Jason realized that these all these feelings and the way they blended was exactly the same at it had just hours before while he was listening to the voice, and playing the piano in harmony with it. With that realization, he broke out of the trance instantaneously, and in the same moment realized that under normal circumstances, lights would not dance in the shadows at night.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:x-small;">Moments after that, he heard a voice speaking out to him. At first the words sounded like gibberish, and had a more chaotic tone, but intuitively he took the initiative and forcefully calmed himself. Then, he reasoned that since this voice was in his head, in order to communicate he had to speak on its terms, which in this case was telepathic.</span> <span><br />
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><span style="font-size:x-small;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:x-small;"><span><em>Who are you? I somehow feel that you are close to me, but at the same time far away. Please help me to understand what is going on. </em></span></span><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br />
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><span style="font-size:x-small;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:x-small;">In all honesty, Jason was not even aware of that much until that instant. It was as if at the very moment that he established communication, a small glimpse of the truth had been revealed to him all at once. That, and he was also able to respond under those pretexts at the same time. Well, perhaps it was a bit different, but there are only so many explanations available, considering that the time frame is limited to milliseconds. </span><br />
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<span><em>I am very surprised that we are even able to communicate- this has never happened before. Not in the trillions of years that we have existed. I know everything about you- but, as it is to be expected, you know nothing about me. Normally universal law states that we are not to enlighten humans of the true nature of things, or about their connection to ourselves. But it seems that another of our kind has already done so- and, as is the nature of these things, there is no going back. I don’t know if this is for better or worse, but if you don’t mind I plan to take full advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity.</em></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:x-small;">At these words, Jason became exhausted, and once again fell into a trance. When he finally came to, he was in a world unlike any other. Next to him was a man, glowing with the same radiance of that of the woman that night, and also taking a similar form. Rather than questioning his surrounding (he knew better) Jason took the initiative and began the introductions. “Since you know everything about me, it’s only fair that I know a bit about you. let’s start with your name.”</span></span></p>
<p>“Good question- and the answer is not so simple. Souls- if that is what you would call us, do not have names. The reason for this is that we could not bear to taken on such superficial traditions. Instead, we prefer to familiarize ourselves with each other’s auras-the signature or dna of each individual soul. This is especially appropriate since we only communicate telepathically.”</p>
<p>“On that note, I noticed that right now we are not using that method, but instead as “humans” do. Explain to me how this works.”</p>
<p>“Ah, yes, of course! See, I’ve enveloped us in an illusion for your convenience- seeing as how it can be a bit awkward, if not disconcerting for one such as yourself to communicate in the “normal” manner.</p>
<p>“One more thing…-” he was cut off. “Perhaps it would be better if I read your mind and give you all the answers in an instant.”</p>
<p>“That would be quite convenient…ok go right ahead.”</p>
<p>In that moment Jason learned of this place, of the connection between souls, and several things were cleared up with the answers he was given. To be safe, the soul only informed him of the bare essentials, partly because the development of the human brain was a group effort- and as such no single person had an completely accurate understanding of it. Another reason was because communicating with humans directly, although has happened, only happens about once every 100 years, and only in special circumstance. Thus, the nature of such communication is fundamentally experimental.</p>
<p>The place in which they were currently “conversing” was a middle-ground between dimensions, the realities of souls and of humans. This soul, which prior to these events had been assigned to him, was able to take Jason here using dreams as a catalyst. The reason why it could be done in this way is because this area was the closest to the human psyche- and as such could be reached by an ordinary human while dreaming. At some some point in their life, most humans actually have crossed over to the dimension of souls- but because it is a dream, few if any have ever been able to realize understand, or believe this knowledge- simply because “it was only a dream.” This place is conveniently also the best place for humans to exchange thoughts on a subconscious level, which of course is the best way to exchange thoughts- because there is no better way to ensure applying knowledge effectively.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Even a stranger with an untrained eye would see this place as a utopia, and Jason, a well-prepared and open-minded individual, could fully appreciate the magnificence of it all. He scanned the area, demonstrating uninhibited admiration. But before he had more than a glimpse, He collapsed exhausted in the radiant depths.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;">What seemed an eternity later (which is clearly disconcerting, considering that he had been in a dream-state for the previous encounter) he heard a faint voice in the darkness, whispering with a voice comforting, but also stern and serious…</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><em>You must understand- the others are not aware of these circumstances, so we must act with caution, to avoid a conflict. If such a dilemma were to arise, I may not be able to save you…</em></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Jason thought he recognized the voice-it sounded vaguely familiar. But his mind was in chaos and struggled to retrieve the most minor of details. He wanted to speak, to ask the voice if he knew it (or him), but the words would not come out. He was helpless.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><em>The others have already discovered your presence- A moment more and you would have been completely assimilated. Humans like yourself would not survive such a process, it’s fortunate that I sensed the trouble in time.</em></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Jason recounted his thoughts. The last thing he remembered was Tony recommending a mysterious piano worth investigating…Jason went over there, but what happened next? He could not remember, and his head was throbbing…</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><em>You seem to have experienced side effects of the partial assimilation. Well, this is to be expected…</em></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;">At that moment, Jason felt a jolt so violent that he thought that his body would go into shock. He was then thrust into a dimension that defied any concept of understanding. He was completely lost in confusion as he drifted weightlessly, surrounded by translucent bubbles composed of matter shifting and fluctuating at such a rate that any single form did not reveal itself long enough to be properly assessed by even the keenest of minds. If his head had felt ready to split prior to this, that pain had somehow grown exponentially, exceeding any and all concepts of “unbearable”. Still unable to speak, Jason desperately called out to anyone, anything that might ease his pain, give him peace. At this point he was sure that he had gone mad, or that his life was about to come to an end.</p>
<p>Then with the same abrupt nature as the first wave, a second wave permeated Jason. This one was of the same overwhelming intensity, but the suffering was replaced with the ecstasy, and the pain with pleasure. The torture that he had previously experienced, which possessed the mysterious quality of seeming both an eternity and a moment, was replaced with this antithesis that only paralleled in terms of magnitude and brilliance. What’s more, earlier half of this phenomenon had begun to slip from his mind. It first began with his mind becoming clouded, and those once vivid details losing their clarification. Then he began to doubt that these feelings had ever actually existed- possessing quality more akin to wisps of smoke than reliable tangibility. Finally he became aware of these shifts of judgments, and desired for these feelings to recover, that he may understand in full the significance of them. There was a great sorrowful aura present amid that of great joy, and such a combination presented itself as being of the utmost importance.</p>
<p>As he relentlessly struggled towards finding the reason and underlying meaning of all this, a third wave pulled Jason away from it, and the ensuing exchange of willpower threatened to consume his body, if it were not ravaged to dust first. Then a miracle occurred…</p>
<hr />A familiar voice called out without words, beckoning Jason to yield, and with such sincerity that he could not refuse. Jason obliged, and was subsequently swept away in the torrent of ceaseless chaos, until finally he experienced what would be the final wave. As he braced himself in foreboding of the eminent intensity, he was taken off guard by an incredible passivity, devoid of all passion. As he zoned in further though, seeking any underlying details in hopes of reaching a better understanding, the wave balanced out, and weaved in and out of itself with a likeness reminiscent of a strand of Deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA), the building block and blueprint of life itself. After having realized this, a melody reached his ears; resounding notes blended together in harmony, reaching out from the depths of oblivion. Or rather than blended, they seemed to be independently joined, but how could this be? After speculating on this, Jason became aware that these notes were in fact parts of one being, although he himself could never understand why, despite having no conscious reason for coming this conclusion, this seemed to be an indisputable truth, devoid of all doubt. At this point Jason had finally become relaxed, and completely alert, and attended to his instinctual desire to better understand his surroundings- namely the melody. But it soon became obvious that this was not necessary, as the melody, and entity thereof, was prepared to divulge all that he needed- or rather, wanted to know regarding the nature of these things, and- more importantly, the Essence Of The Soul.<em>I’ve finally reached you…</em></p>
<p>Jason’s surroundings began to contort, that is, if contortion of such substance was possible. He felt himself being pulled…carried by something like wind. Reality itself had redefined itself, so it was futile to be sure of anything. Somehow, that gave him a feeling of peace, and even more of satisfaction. Where did these feelings come from, they were ones that Jason was sure he had never felt in response to such circumstances. Normally he would have been confused, anxious, upset, and others of a similar negative nature. In such chaotic circumstances, that would be only natural. But he was not questioning these irregularities out of concern, but out of curiosity. Like never before, he longed to understand all that he could of this being, feeling a bond so strong that it seemed inseparable, to such a point that even time possessed not the power to break it. And yet he also knew not why he could have such confidence in these things, having no actual knowledge of any of these surroundings, much less the entity enveloping  him. As Jason pondered these things pensively, he finally took a moment to once again reexamine his surroundings, and was taken off guard: The entity had wrapped him in something like a cocoon, which he now floated weightlessly in comfortably.</p>
<p><em>There are many things to explain; the excitement of it all, of our meeting is a blessing- I have long anticipated this, and finally…</em></p>
<p>He now became aware that, although he understood these thoughts as if they were words, and of his language…In truth he was hearing the words in two different ways- the way that this being best understood, and that which he best understood. The more that Jason listened, the more that he sensed the blending of their understanding. At first they were two different languages, embedded in one stream, but as their thoughts flowed freely, they came together as one. Their thoughts had begun to merge…</p>
<p><span><em>I see that you have realized it-</em></span><em> the</em><span><em> nexus </em></span><span><em>that has brought us together…kept us together…allowed us to harmonize so beautifully!<br />
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Without a doubt, this was indeed the case; Jason was sure this must be the case- it was without doubt in his mind, after contemplating on the underlying harmony and consonance weaved into their communication. But at the same moment he realized this, he felt an incredible, mysterious attraction to this being. Was this passion? No. Was it instinct? Most definitely not. Although he knew it would be exceedingly difficult to grasp the meaning of it all, it was clear that becoming one with this entity was a necessity, with the reason why seeming minuscule in comparison with the need, which commanded such an urgency that could not be ignored or disregarded.</p>
<p>All of this time, Jason had been remarkably silent, something he knew was out of character for him. He had become content with merely observing, and why? The answer came to him instantaneously- it was because he was dumbstruck by the breathtaking and surreal nature of his surroundings, which clearly defied any concept of reality to which he had ever adhered to or even heard of before. At first, he concluded that he had discovered the answer to he question by means of deductive reason or logic, but the entity cut off his thoughts…<br />
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No, the answer you have received was not, as it may seem, the product of your own reasoning- although this itself also was a gift to your kind, and it may have assisted in the dilemma we now face. I have bestowed to you the gift of kn</em><span><em>owing the answer to any inquiry regarding the underlying reason of anything- That is, any time you ask “Why?” you shall know. Now you will forget all of these happenings, and those things that played a role in our meeting shall remain forgotten. This is a necessity, that which is meant to be, and so it shall be. In time, however, you shall recover your memory of these things; when the time is right you will know. Your journey will be long and filled with troubles, but without a doubt you will find the Essence of the Soul. When you finally find it, all that was hidden will be revealed- though there is much in the world that is hidden but not known; the reason that life is worth living is indeed because we will never know all the answers</em><em><em>.</em></em></span></p>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well... I thought this blog was supposed to reflect my educational endeavors, but from the result of my fellow student's blogs it seems I did not take the freedom given to me.  I shall begin to correct that right now and write something profound from the heart.  I would like to keep the whole "teaching for the light" theme, because after all, I am a teacher and could use any help I get.   Today I realized that I do not enjoy mixing politics and education classes.  In a literature class, everyone expects to step into a rocky lake without shoes on, but in a straight education class, it took me by surprise.  If the professor had not said she welcomed disagreement, I would have felt like a hot kettle with no hole.  It's not the difference of opinion that bothers me; it's the statement of opinion as fact.  I thoroughly enjoy intelligent discussion about almost anything with almost anybody, but it makes me cringe to hear a professor state his opinion as fact.  Graduate school...welcome to the frying pan.  Crap! I bet my ribs are burning...yep...I forgot them and they are now worthy of a sharp knife.  My husband just walked in and saw them on the kitchen counter.  He gave me that look that indicates I could possibly be the dumbest person on earth.  Doesn't he know that I can't worry about burnt ribs when I am writing profound works of art? Oh well, I better go start cutting away what I ruined and reveal the truth that ribs, unlike minds, are still just right after being completely fried.</p>
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<p><!-- end enclosure --><span style="font-size:1.25em;"><strong><span style="color:#3075fb;">As artist we take moments in time and tie them into individuality, otherwise life goes by as a constant stream of events one blending into the next without detail.  As artist we are privilege to express those individual moments and return the luster of their details capturing them to be appreciated by others as the jewels they truly are.<br />
It is the common ordinary moments that tell the details of our lives, of who we are of where we come from and where we are going.  What an honor and a privilege to creatively immortalize those moments for others.<br />
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;">I think perhaps it's because I've met many people who think this way for <em>reai</em>, but this line from Stephen Colbert's recent <a title="Read the article" href="http://www.philly.com/philly/hp/news_update/20080604_Colbert_tells_Princeton_grads__Youre_scary.html">speech at Princeton</a> (done in character) made me want to spew milk out of my nose.  Alas, I had no milk to spew.</p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">Colbert, inspiration for Ben &#38; Jerry's AmeriCone Dream, continued dousing dreams. "You know that song, 'We are the world. We are the children?' " he said. "That is a lie. We are the world, we adults. On behalf of adults, I am begging you to leave the world alone. We have worked long and hard to make things comfortable for ourselves. And we don't appreciate it when some new generation comes along and starts touching all our stuff."</p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">Oh how often I've had people try to pull that in every congregation I've ever been part of!  It's so nice to see someone creatively (not to mention intelligently) lampooning it!  The last comment quoted in the article is actually profound challenge to believers everywhere, one that might have to make an appearance in my sermon on Sunday, given that the title is, "Following Jesus, Literally."</p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">Jesus, who "only took the job to please his Dad," said that to be a savior "you had to take up your cross and follow him," Colbert said. "Well, to me, it's easier to take up your remote control and follow me."</p>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>trying to come up with something profound and deep to say about turning 30 today. I failed. I woke up this morning to my grandfather calling to tell me happy birthday, which I really appreciate, he has 5 grandkids, and 13 step-grand kids, and I am the only one he can remember when their birthday is. He knows about when all the others are, but he never remembers the exact day. (He has never been great with the passage of time)  So him remembering mine always makes me feel special.</p>
<p>The kids are out of school today (school doesn't let out till mid June here) and I have them convinced that even the school district realizes that Mommy's Birthday is a holiday, one of my better ideas. After that we got the kids all ready, and Hubby took us all out for breakfast.  So much nicer than having all 3 kids beg for something different, and hubby want yet another breakfast.</p>
<p>After we got home I went and hit the local Starbucks for a Mocha for hubby, black tea for me, and all the coffee grounds I could find. We are still gathering coffee grounds and spreading them on the grass to keep cats away. It is really working, but it takes a LOT of coffee grounds to cover a 1/3 acre lot. Plus, it is really good for the grass too.</p>
<p>I also managed to get a nap in this morning, before hubby went to work, it was so nice. The girls are watching TV in the other room, while the baby is napping. I think I may read and knit my afternoon away. and considering little pizza's for dinner. hmm...</p>
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<p><img src="http://inspire.contactinfo.net/v2_i50/050219pMUMmk398.jpg" align="left" width="280" height="218" hspace="5" vspace="2">What I talk about is something that is simple and yet profound. Some might find it too simple, but that doesn’t mean it is not important. I talk about the simplicity of breath and the coming and going of each day in your life. I remind people that each day that comes is one of the most valuable gifts they will ever receive. Incomparable.</p>
<p>For a lot of people that makes sense, and yet it doesn’t make sense. We know each day is important, but that’s not the way we accept it. The importance of a day is based upon what we have accomplished. Our life has been placed on a scale, and the weights that measure it have been given to us by this world. Everything is judged by failure or success. Yet we have been given a precious gift.</p>
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<p>We have anniversaries and birthdays, and we give each other presents. But would you give a gorilla something precious like a diamond ring? Why not? A gorilla has fingers just like you, but a gorilla would never understand its value. Give a gorilla a diamond ring, and he will try to taste it, find it unappetizing, and probably throw it away.</p>
<p><img src="http://inspire.contactinfo.net/v2_i50/050219pMUMmk634.jpg" align="right" width="280" height="209" hspace="5" vspace="2">Are we like a gorilla that has been handed the diamond ring of life? In many ways, we do the same thing—taste it and say, “My life is no good. I’ve got to do this. I’ve got to accomplish this. I’ve got to climb this. I’ve got to be there. I’ve got to have this title. I’ve got to have this and that in my life.” And what is forgotten is the value of existence, the value of this breath coming every moment and blessing us. This is the blessing. But we don’t know how to accept it.</p>
<p>We make everything conditional in our lives: “You’re a good son or daughter if you do this, this, and this. You’re a good wife or good husband if you do this, this, and this. And you’re a good friend if you do this, this, and this.” But breath has no conditions. When we are given breath, we are not told, “I’ll give you this breath if you do this and this.” It is given freely, without judgment.</p>
<p>When you look in the mirror, the face you are looking at is not asking for judgment; it is asking for admiration. It is asking for acceptance—acceptance of this life, acceptance of this breath, acceptance of the simple thirst of this heart.</p>
<p><img src="http://inspire.contactinfo.net/v2_i50/050219pMUMmk602.jpg" align="left" width="280" height="216" hspace="5" vspace="2">The joy that you look for, that you search for every day, is searching for you—to embrace you, to accept you, and to fulfill you. I’m here to tell you that the peace you are looking for is inside of you.</p>
<p>Discover this life you’ve been living. Discover it the way it is meant to be lived—in joy, in gratitude, in beauty. Discover the potential of each day. Discover the rhythm as the sun shines on the horizon, light comes, and awakening happens; and then comes the sunset and sleep—everything is erased and another day begins. Discover that.</p>
<p>That’s what this existence is all about. That’s what peace is all about, because peace is not in yesterday and peace is not in tomorrow, but peace is today. Tomorrow is anticipation. Yesterday is just memories. And today is the gift. The truest gift. The most important gift.</p>
<p>Maharaji</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Distracted Illusions]]></title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 08:45:40 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[People talk junk and they feel the need to shovel it down my throat. It’s not so surprising then t]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">People talk junk and they feel the need to shovel it down my throat. It’s not so surprising then that I feel the need to go to the toilet so often. I see little sparkling lights in front of my eyes. Maybe I’m feeling faint or have a sudden urge to paint. Yet I’m filling the time, filling this void without any noise, by writing my crazy thoughts. I wonder if they’ll suddenly spring to life from the page. Will I then be ashamed? Or am I secretly hoping they’ll keep me company. I think we’ll all take a trip together. A trip through my lunatic internal consistency. A walk through suburban hell, we’ll whistle a seafarer’s tune, as we absentmindedly toss Molotov cocktails at the nosy neighbours peering through their gaudy curtains. The gaudy curtains their final protection from a world spiraling out of control outside. The flames erupt, and the curtains start to hiss and spit, as they melt and wither way. The screams echo and ring in our ears. Piercing the fabric of the social conventions that have left them so exposed to the homicidal maniacs on the prowl. A cackle emanates from our cracked lips. The victims of a senseless world we leave our shadows behind and float down the street. Breathing in the sights and sounds, and retching on the taste of everyday normalcy. A vision passes before our eyes, a vision of the ways things are and the way things should be, we strangle the life out of the vision, we stamp it into the ground, and spit on its already rotting corpse. Its pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears. Our ears are filled with a different song. A song that beats in time with our death march. A holy song. We carry our own church in our hearts. A tribute to our fallen comrades who have died in the name of insanity. Their dreams nailed to the cross of subjugation. The subversives, the random thinkers, unwilling to bend to the laws of rationality. Killed by the conformists. Tears fill our eyes, we clench our fists, we the righteous will fight to the bitter bloody end. We aren’t noble, we despise nobility. We aren’t the proletariat, the proletariats fear us. We are bored and we are frustrated. We are today’s kind of abnormal. We need something or someone to blame so that we can unleash the fury that is boiling in our veins. The careless world that tuned its back and neglected us. The culprits are all around us. These people are not essentially evil or essentially good. They are just essentially selfish. Their ignorance and greed is sucking the colour out of the picture postcard. Love was stillborn and his evil twin brother crying at the injustice of life put on a dark cape and started to spread his gospel to all those who were more than eager to hear his words of betrayal. His disciples would crush the spirit of creativity, destroy freedom of thought, and ruin an individual’s right to be random. Darkness descended and one by one they all started to follow the pied piper. She said I have to go away. Don’t pretend that you didn’t know that this would end. I’ve tried to understand you but you aren’t normal. Your life is played out in your head and yet inside it seems like you are dead. You won’t find this funny today, and you probably won’t find this funny tomorrow. But just know that when I think of you I’ll always be laughing at you not with you. When I think of the time we’ve shared I’m filled with a sense of shame, and you probably think this is all a game. Did you ever really care for me at all? Doesn’t it hurt you that I want nothing to do with you ever again. I let you into my heart and you ripped it out. Your version of love is like a poison that has been slowly eating away at my brain. I have to leave and save myself before you transform me completely. Why are you just standing there? Don’t you have something to say? Yes I have something to say. I dreamed of this day when you would finally go away. You are my personal experiment in patience. You are flicker of light across my consciousness. Why did you not realize a lifetime ago that I’m an emotional arsonist. I’m not interested in love. I’m interested in the way that different minds work and the way you react to the crazy things I do. You made me curious for a while but now you are an empty vessel. Now devoid of any substance it is time for a new model, a new casualty, in this game of lies and deceit that we weave. Don’t be angry, don’t shed a tear, don’t cower in fear, the end is frighteningly near. In a wisp of smoke she disappeared. The devil skulked down the passage, whispering a malevolent curse under his breath. Staring down at the floor he bumped into the grim reaper. Delighted at this unexpected reunion, they took turns at stabbing each other in the back for fun. Once the festivities had concluded they realized that they were both intent on destroying an angel. I was in my office tapping away at my computer <span> </span>oblivious to the machinations that were slowly taking shape in the passage and that were swirling ever closer to my version of reality. My reverie was broken as I noticed the grim reaper and the devil crossing the threshold into my existence . ‘Greetings my old salacious friend, we have yet another mission for you, but don’t worry because you are eternally damned if you do and damned if you don’t.’ ‘Yes’ I replied, ‘but I hate it when you invade my personal space and call on me during working hours. It is okay when you call on me when it is dark outside and dark within my soul. Late at night, when the merest shadow will create a fright.’ ‘There is a reason why we visited you here today. A beautiful light has invaded this murky place. Her innocence and purity will taint the surroundings. She is casting a spell with her smile. Her faintest touch has caused lost souls to stray on to the path of righteousness. Be careful or you will find yourself inextricably drawn into her shimmering oasis of salvation. She still believes there is goodness in everybody. But she is naive, she is flawed, she can be corrupted to her very core. Her heart is a field of love that can be sowed with seeds of deception. It will erode away her very being and will leave her shivering and empty. Be warned she is stronger than the others. She uses her faith as a fortress, her congregation as an army, and her book as a poisoned chalice.’ The devil’s penetrating gaze trickled like icy water down my throat, it quenched my thirst, but still left my throat burning dry. ‘I fear you do not have faith in your chosen one. When have I ever failed you in the past. I’ll use my way with words to spin a web of lust, lies, and lasciviousness around her. The ultimate entanglement, the heart that is pure versus the heart that has had to suffer too much pain and loss. The dreamers versus the damned.’ ‘We trust you’ll do your duty then. We need another spiritual soul for our collection. The jewel in our thorny crown. We’ll leave you now but we expect a payment to be made soon.’ They evaporated into thin air and a vile stench was all that remained. I felt a weight starting to sink in my chest shredding everything in its path. I wasn’t completely lost but was about to embark on a journey knowing that once begun there would be no way to return. It was easy to spot her from far away. Her aurora acting as a magnet to all around. A diffusion of light, sparkling bright. Opposites that instantaneously attract, eyes that lock in the distance, counter points. We naturally gravitated towards each other. The lost and the found. Circling each other, as if we were floating in mid-air, dancing among the stars. The electricity crackled in the air, as our life forces collided, time started to stutter, as our breaths melted and hung in the stillness. The windows to her soul emanated a vibrant energy, it was threatening to swallow me whole, losing my train of thought, images flashed through my mind, happiness and sweetness enveloping me. I grasped out for a lifeline and our fingertips briefly touched. Her back arched as my hurt and loss coursed through her veins. Overdosing on the bitter pill of regret. Old wounds ripped open and the blood flowed freely. Our experiences intermingled and became shared experiences. The flame of innocence dimmed in her eyes. The wisdom of bleak reality would overpower her, she would falter, she would stumble, the status quo would be retained, another hapless victim attained. The unexpected, the unimaginable, her arms wrapped around my neck, our lips brushed. The radiance shone forth, light poured into my soul forcing the screeching darkness out of every pore. The sweat trickled to the ground, the bad memories dripping away one by one, being lost forever in the dark recesses of forgive and forget. Our fingers intertwined, boundaries circumvented, thoughts run free, dreams unleashed. From the fiery darkness deep down below a malignant wretched scream shattered the silence and scorched through the hillside. The sounds did not filter down to our perpetual bliss. Living a lifetime in a moment, sharing truths in a whisper, telling a thousand stories with our eyes. Time never stands still it is ever moving, ever fleeting, crashing like powerful waves, coming ever closer as though you could grasp it, and then cruelly retreating. We are never truly alone, never truly at peace. The witch doctor scattered her bones down from the heavens, they fell down like daggers, scarring destiny forever. The apparition floated out of the depths. The devil scorned, the hatred welling inside of him, seething, retribution would be swift and merciless. He stepped out of the shadows with a shotgun in his hand. He put the gun to her head and said, ‘are you ready to meet your maker?’ She replied, ‘yes, yes I think I am.’ Her answer troubled him deeply. How could she be so willing to take that journey? How could she know what to expect? She looked at him with resolve, ‘where there is evil there is good, and where there’s a devil there is a God. The unseen exists and has properties.’ A blast from the shotgun. Deafening silence. A single moment, perpetually replaying, moving in and out of focus, and finally materializing to form a thousand shattered shards from a mirror, reflecting a dream unraveling at the seams, a soul at peace, slowly rising and drifting away. Darkness, a beating heart made to lay still, a sense of quiet desperation and depression devoured the twilight. The devil slowly turned to face his lost protégé as if to say, its okay, you are spared, and live to fight another day. I the delusional, damaged, deranged one stared straight through him, immobile, the tears of blood frozen on my face, as my heart turned cold. The irredeemable and the redeemed, poles apart, as different as night is to day, and yet here in this single moment in time all that separated us was a mutual veil of contempt. The look of vicious victory on the devil’s face started to fade as a tremor began, building to a crescendo, until every sinew in ever being vibrated from the transient force that erupted from the skies above. The sky seemed to change form, like ripples in a steam, constantly in motion, waiting for a sign to unleash its’ punishment. The foreboding murky clouds rumbled in from ever direction, colliding, all encompassing, and obliterating any light that remained. We stood as if we were the last two souls in the universe, the worlds around holding their breaths in anticipation of the sheer violence that was sure to follow. But we were not alone, an audience that was not bound by time or by space, was ever present, ever watchful. The heavens opened and angels’ tears rained down on the theatre below. The entire world’s pent up suffering and torment finally laid to rest. The devil’s pleas for clemency were drowned out as the tears burnt into his skin and his soul. Each rain drop encapsulating a story of life and a story of loss. Each rain drop a burden finally released. The wind in concert with the rain played a mournful melancholy song. But as the rain cleansed the earth below, and washed away the vestiges of the past, the cries of anguish were transformed into cries of rejoice. When the storm had finally ceased and the darkness had become light, I stood alone. The world tilted on its axis and a new day dawned.<span>  </span><span> </span></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">With thanks to Richard Ford, ‘The Lay of the Land.’ A single sentence to inspire a voice. A solitary voice to speak for the mind. A solitary voice to sing for the heart. A solitary voice to comfort the soul.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Events never happen in isolation, they interweave the unique stories of individuals inhabiting the same moment in time. <span> </span><span>  </span></span></span></p>
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<link>http://theunsunghero.wordpress.com/?p=90</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 03:29:23 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[The 90&#8217;s in my opinion was the best era there ever was. Why? I grew up during that time where]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">The 90's in my opinion was the best era there ever was. Why? I grew up during that time where everything was care free for me and I simply enjoyed life. Watching "Saved by the Bell" every week morning and eating at the best pizza parlor in town (unfortunatly, they decided to get with the times by making it a resturant...thanks for ruining one of childhood locales). Ahem, so getting back on subject, the best music came out during this time period. I do not mean just simply rock music, but every kind of music. From country to dance, from hip hop to rock, from pop to R&#38;B...you can't beat the 90's. Today's music has some good flowers poking up, but that's a few flowers in a field of dandilions and weeds. Today's music is all the same...90's has yet to lose its touch after a decade. Here are the first songs that come to mind when I reminice about that glorious era...</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">The Cardigans are one of those bands that once was, but is no more. That happens a lot. "Lovefool" is that pop-rock type of song that keeps in your mind. Driving up to the mall with my parents with this on the radio always made me gaze outside the car window. After finding this song once again, I still appreciate the up-lifting feel of it. The song itself is fun to sing along to and I'll be trying to learn to play a section of it on my bass when I finally get some real free time. I just love it so much.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style='text-align:center; display: block;'><object width='425' height='350'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/ddT2QmVnJiQ'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/ddT2QmVnJiQ&rel=0' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='350'></embed></object></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">This song is by Sixpence None the Richer. The grand song here is called "Kiss Me". The reasoning I love these songs are beyond even me. I can't quite explain as to why, but I am just so inticed by everything in this song. The guitar is just so awesome which has so much to offer if given a chance. It's not so much the lyrics, but the general feel of these past two song's that make it so great.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style='text-align:center; display: block;'><object width='425' height='350'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/OzkBwGj0KiI'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/OzkBwGj0KiI&rel=0' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='350'></embed></object></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">No Doubt is one of my favourite bands ever. So many glorious songs, but this really is their best. "Don't Speak" is one of those songs that I remember listening to when the sun began to set. The casual sunday drive would always have this song playing along with sundown. I just love the song to death because of its beautiful vocals and the sync of the entire band...just to put it out there, Gwen's solo bit hasn't really proved all that successful in my opinion and was better off in No Doubt.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style='text-align:center; display: block;'><object width='425' height='350'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/welnlg3svTw'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/welnlg3svTw&rel=0' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='350'></embed></object></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">These next two are the only 90's videos I actually remember seeing as I grew up. This is Soundgarden playing "Black Hole Sun". In my opinion, it is one of the BEST rock songs ever to grace the earth. The video is kinda of wierd, with all the strange folk. But once you get past all of that, the video is just so immersive. The whole lighting effects make it one of the best videos out there despite its age. There is nothing you can change about this song to make it better. Just about perfect....almost</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style='text-align:center; display: block;'><object width='425' height='350'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/qiSkyEyBczU'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/qiSkyEyBczU&rel=0' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='350'></embed></object></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">People always claim to have a favourite song of all time, but then 3 months down the road it's some other song. "Bittersweet Symphony" by the Verve is not only the best 90's song, but the best song there has ever been. It is beyond all other songs that I listen to. Above Kanye's, Pearl Jam's, and Boston's songs rolled into one (molded together to something good, not a pile of mush...heh, mush). Not only is it the BEST song ever, but the BEST video ever made. A simple concept of a guy walking down a street, only they made it so compelling, profound, and resilliant that it just sticks in my mind to this date. I love this song to death for everything in it. The drums, the violins, guitar, vocals. The lyrics are some of the best of any song. I can relate to it so much and find myself singing it everytime I hear it. I loved it as a child and I'll still love it 30 yrs. from now.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style='text-align:center; display: block;'><object width='425' height='350'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/V-Po8uJeoUw'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/V-Po8uJeoUw&rel=0' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='350'></embed></object></span></span></p>
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<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 17:05:24 +0000</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[a good listener?]]></title>
<link>http://atwhatpricemercy.wordpress.com/?p=40</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 04:12:20 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i guess blogging doesn't necessarily have anything to do with listening, unless you are writing about it.  I guess if you read more than your write you may be a better listener, but i am not sure.</p>
<p>At any rate...The other day i was listening to someone who was talking about being a good listener.  What they said wasn't complex, but it was profound.</p>
<p>Have you ever been listening to someone talk and then you start to think about what you are going to say in reply to what they are saying.  We all do it, instead of listening to what they are saying we are already talking back in our head.  Whether they are talking with us for advice or just as a friend.  So often we focus on what we are going to say rather than what the person talking is saying.  Next time you are in a conversation listen, without thinking about what you are going to say.  You never know, the person may actually say something important.</p>
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