You know I was up late a few nights ago watching Syfy channels "Sanctuary". The episode involved the team trying to save the life of what would most likely be termed a "cryptid". A giant spider who in the spiritual world is represented by a beautiful Indian woman.
The team believed that from the way other cryptids around the world reacted to the movements of this giant spider, there must be some kind of unseen connection between our world and the spider. The team fought to save her life and one of them gave up his life to save hers. I await the next episode to see if they were able to pull it off.
But in the now I think to myself, what would our world be like if there was a belief to circulate the world that there is a sacredness to life. That no one and no thing need hurt or kill another for any reason. But what would that world look like? Is it a place I'd want to live? How would one species provide for itself the most basic of necessities without depending on another?
It was then I realized that in trying to answer these questions I had just ventured into the realm of possibilities. That instead of just saying, "This is the way things are and the sooner we learn that the happier we are." Anything is possible if we believe it can be done. And I believe that it can be done and that it must be done for us to truly reach our fullest pottential as a species.
How can we expect the universe to welcome us with open arms when we can't welcome each other with open arms. We don't even respect the being who makes it possible for us to be here and do the things we do (mother earth).
A friend of mine once told me that I ask a lot of questions and raise some valid points for discussion and change, but that I was thin in the answer department. And he is absolutely correct. There are no answers here just observation and supposition with no definitive therories.
But it's not my place to tell you how to live your life. Don't you already know enough people who want to control you? However it is my place to tell you how things can be. I would think in a land of deserts that the man with water will be king but this is not always the case. Sometimes it's the woman with water. Sometimes it's the people with water. Sometimes it's a company with water. Sometimes it's the government with water.
I used this simple analogy to show that even in this world there are an infinite number of possibilities, realitys, and expressions revealing themselves to us if we give them ear.
So let me say this by way of an answer, "You must be given the freedom to choose your own path or know that in the moment you take away someone elses freedom you have doomed your own. From the very moment that someones life is worth less to you than your own, you have placed a price on your own. Finally, if there is no sanctity of life for all then there is no sanctity of life for any."
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- revollis
- I have discovered that the more I journey, the more I see, and the more I see, the more I despair. So I spend most of my time studying, chanting, praying, meditating, and laughing. I couldnt face the world I face every day without the help I receive from above.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
The Art of Thought
It is true all of the things that my mother saw in me as a child. I have over the years tried to prove her wrong about me. Tried to live a life that wasn't me as it were. But as I've grown older and hopefully grown wiser, I've realized that someone having your ticket isn't necessarily a bad thing. And momma had my ticket.
As I list my litany of nick names and phrases that I was labeled with as a child, you will come to some idea as to the sort of personality that lies within me.
My mothers' favorite was “Mr. Instigator”. Closely followed by, “If you had half a brain, you'd be dangerous.” Also, “Sometimes Ollis you're too damned smart for your own good,” often followed by, “You're so smart that you outsmart yourself.”
“Sneaky, thieving, manipulative, selfish, uncaring, and a liar.” All of these things are true. Yet I am a good man and I was a good child.
You see in my family these things were not insults as they would be in most other families. My mother was not only an intellectual, but she was raised on some of the most dangerous ground in the U.S. The southern regions of Texas and New Mexico. Her knowledge of the streets was as much a part of her as was Chaucer, Shakespeare, or the penal codes.
So when momma whooped my butt it wasn't because I did something wrong or something illegal. It was because I was stupid enough to get caught. She worked very hard at getting me to use my mind, to think for myself. Her feelings about the laws was that they were meant for the sheep who were going to sit in their nice comfy homes and churches and wait for the slaughter to begin. After all that's what good citizens do, right?
School was a whole other affair. My grades were average at best and mediocre at worst, and this she could not tolerate. For me report card time was usually ass whipping time around the Offing home. And I know what you're thinking. Either the kid is stupid, has some type of learning disability, or behavioral anomaly that manifested at school.
And you'd be wrong. My I.Q. While I've always played the game is definitely above average. My problem in school was not that I didn't get the materials, my problem was that I got the materials but I didn't want said officials to know just how much I knew or just how smart I was.
You're probably shaking your heads thinking back to your own childhood educations and how much you wanted to be acknowledged for being smart. And you can't imagine what kind of mind wouldn't want the same adulation for achieving the goals set forth by the educational systems.
Like I said before, my child hood was different. My mother recognized the spark of intelligence in me and wanted me to become a lawyer or a politician. The problem with teaching a child to think for themselves is that they think for themselves, and I wanted no parts of the political, fascist, greed centered regime.
I'm smart enough to realize that true thinkers do not succeed in these arenas. Your ideas are always relevant and timely, this is a threat to those who simply want to maintain the status quo.
If your agenda is change and you are known for pursuing it with dogged tenacity, then you make more enemies than friends because you jeopardize their power bases and income potential.
So instead I drop bread crumbs. Little pieces of the knowledge that I have gained from living outside the system all my life. Being free in spirit and in mind. I don't attend a regular church every Sunday because they won't have me. I'm a radical. It's amazing to me that in the 21rst century they still label original thinkers as heretics.
But here is one of those bread crumbs, and you can take it for what it's worth to you. If you believe in a Spirit that is so all in encompassing that everything in the universe is made by this Being, then by reason and logic, this Being has no limits or boundaries. Yet most churches have some creed or dogma that supports some type of limit on the power of that One.
Some believe the trinity cannot logically exist because reason tells us that no one can be three people and one person at the same time. Yet with your next breath you say that this very same Being had the power to create all that is in existence and not only created it but knows it so intimately that It knows every grain of sand and every hair on our heads. And if this is not sufficient to show Its power then how about time? This Being is so great that there is no such thing as time for It. The past, the present, and the future are all one simultaneously to this Being.
How can a reasoning, thinking, logical people believe that a Being so Omnipotent as to hold whole universes in It's palms could ever be bound by what we think of it?
I want you to understand that this is not an exhortation to believe in a God or Gods, this is an exhortation to use your own mind and think for yourself. The time has come brothers and sisters for us to think for ourselves. Take a chance. You may right, you may be wrong, but at least your thoughts were original and not just the filtered, regurgitated, gobbledygook, taught to us by people who have a vested interest in seeing us remain sheep.
Find your own way. Is magic real? Do dragons, fairies, and trolls exist? Can people really levitate? Are there people who can really read minds? Is there life, physical life in our solar system beside us? Do angels really exist? Is there a fourth dimension? Is there life after death? Are there truly cities under our oceans that have been there for thousands of years without us being aware of them? Are dolphins and whales really more intelligent than us? Are the pyramids just burial chambers or are they much much more? Can a simple human just like you and me, truly become more, truly become a super human, meta-human, or homo luminous? Is there really a God?
Find the answers to these questions for your self. Search for yourself. Dig up your own research and come to your own conclusions regarding them. Because even if you are wrong in your conclusions, your right in your journey for seeking the answers on your own.
The established system wants you to go to school, get an education that they have deemed worthy. Move on to a secondary institution where they give you more useless, yet expensive fodder to consider. Then move out into the work place and be a cog in the wheel of society. Don't question authority, don't strive to be excellent, don't live by your own code of ethics and do what's right in your heart. Don't question the laws of the land that inflict harm and injustice on various groups of people. Do not ask yourself why we have the ability to track a human being all over this earth from space, yet we can't win the war on drugs. Do not ask yourself why we invaded a country full of oil and yet our gas prices are still as expensive as they were before we invaded. Don't ask yourself why there were no weapons of mass destruction found in Iraq. Don't ask yourself why your tax dollars paid to bail out institutions that have been disingenuous with our hard earned money. Where was your bail out? Did these very same institutions wipe your debt free and clear because the economy is bad? Or do you still owe them your very lives, homes, vehicles, and credit card debt?
And what ever you do, please do not assume that I have the answers to solve these problems for I am just like you. A cog in a wheel.
But know this, that not for one moment am I fooled by the blizzard of lies being stuffed down my gullet by the media nor am I deceived by the fake resolves of politicians vying for office.
I simply stand resolute in my belief in the general principles of human rights and dignity. I stand by the right of people to be able to feed themselves and their families without bartering the future of the upcoming generations to do it.
I believe in a world where there are no boundaries, no political agendas hidden behind words as sweet as honey to the ears. I believe in a world where all of my brothers and sisters are as one. I believe in a world with no Americans, no Russians, no Jews, no Muslims, no Commoners parties or Republicans.
I believe in a world where there is no need for the alphabet soup of the police state regime we live in. CIA, NCIS, CID, FBI, NSA, ATF, DEA, NSC, IRS, Secret Service, Border Patrol, Naturalization and Immigration, Marshals, Constables, Sheriffs, Police, or any other institution that answers to the DOJ.
My final statement regarding the affairs in our country is that I do not believe in anarchy and as a whole I believe that the men and women of these institutions work extremely hard to do the impossible missions set before them. But unfortunately for them the deck is stacked against them. They have a saying in Las Vegas, “You can't beat the house.”
If you would stay a sheep and you find this state of affairs acceptable then may you find solace in your heart when they come for you, and come for you they will.
But at the very least know that this Orwellian Dictatorship of the privileged few is a house of cards that cannot stand. A pyramid whose greatest weight rests at the top of the pyramid will eventually crush it's base. That is the law of physics in this world. No shape in nature gets larger as it gets higher, all things in nature get thinner as they get taller or higher. Trees, mountains, grass, animals, etc.
So if you have taken the time to read this incredibly long narrative, kudos to you. It would seem that you have some interest in thinking for yourself, and that is the purpose of this piece.
Don't do anything drastic or crazy in response to the feelings that this generates, just be as loving, kind, caring, and responsible for those in your sphere of influence as you can. As the Buddhists are fond of saying, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” May grace and peace accompany you as you walk the path of the adept. Oh and by the way, we are all adepts.
As I list my litany of nick names and phrases that I was labeled with as a child, you will come to some idea as to the sort of personality that lies within me.
My mothers' favorite was “Mr. Instigator”. Closely followed by, “If you had half a brain, you'd be dangerous.” Also, “Sometimes Ollis you're too damned smart for your own good,” often followed by, “You're so smart that you outsmart yourself.”
“Sneaky, thieving, manipulative, selfish, uncaring, and a liar.” All of these things are true. Yet I am a good man and I was a good child.
You see in my family these things were not insults as they would be in most other families. My mother was not only an intellectual, but she was raised on some of the most dangerous ground in the U.S. The southern regions of Texas and New Mexico. Her knowledge of the streets was as much a part of her as was Chaucer, Shakespeare, or the penal codes.
So when momma whooped my butt it wasn't because I did something wrong or something illegal. It was because I was stupid enough to get caught. She worked very hard at getting me to use my mind, to think for myself. Her feelings about the laws was that they were meant for the sheep who were going to sit in their nice comfy homes and churches and wait for the slaughter to begin. After all that's what good citizens do, right?
School was a whole other affair. My grades were average at best and mediocre at worst, and this she could not tolerate. For me report card time was usually ass whipping time around the Offing home. And I know what you're thinking. Either the kid is stupid, has some type of learning disability, or behavioral anomaly that manifested at school.
And you'd be wrong. My I.Q. While I've always played the game is definitely above average. My problem in school was not that I didn't get the materials, my problem was that I got the materials but I didn't want said officials to know just how much I knew or just how smart I was.
You're probably shaking your heads thinking back to your own childhood educations and how much you wanted to be acknowledged for being smart. And you can't imagine what kind of mind wouldn't want the same adulation for achieving the goals set forth by the educational systems.
Like I said before, my child hood was different. My mother recognized the spark of intelligence in me and wanted me to become a lawyer or a politician. The problem with teaching a child to think for themselves is that they think for themselves, and I wanted no parts of the political, fascist, greed centered regime.
I'm smart enough to realize that true thinkers do not succeed in these arenas. Your ideas are always relevant and timely, this is a threat to those who simply want to maintain the status quo.
If your agenda is change and you are known for pursuing it with dogged tenacity, then you make more enemies than friends because you jeopardize their power bases and income potential.
So instead I drop bread crumbs. Little pieces of the knowledge that I have gained from living outside the system all my life. Being free in spirit and in mind. I don't attend a regular church every Sunday because they won't have me. I'm a radical. It's amazing to me that in the 21rst century they still label original thinkers as heretics.
But here is one of those bread crumbs, and you can take it for what it's worth to you. If you believe in a Spirit that is so all in encompassing that everything in the universe is made by this Being, then by reason and logic, this Being has no limits or boundaries. Yet most churches have some creed or dogma that supports some type of limit on the power of that One.
Some believe the trinity cannot logically exist because reason tells us that no one can be three people and one person at the same time. Yet with your next breath you say that this very same Being had the power to create all that is in existence and not only created it but knows it so intimately that It knows every grain of sand and every hair on our heads. And if this is not sufficient to show Its power then how about time? This Being is so great that there is no such thing as time for It. The past, the present, and the future are all one simultaneously to this Being.
How can a reasoning, thinking, logical people believe that a Being so Omnipotent as to hold whole universes in It's palms could ever be bound by what we think of it?
I want you to understand that this is not an exhortation to believe in a God or Gods, this is an exhortation to use your own mind and think for yourself. The time has come brothers and sisters for us to think for ourselves. Take a chance. You may right, you may be wrong, but at least your thoughts were original and not just the filtered, regurgitated, gobbledygook, taught to us by people who have a vested interest in seeing us remain sheep.
Find your own way. Is magic real? Do dragons, fairies, and trolls exist? Can people really levitate? Are there people who can really read minds? Is there life, physical life in our solar system beside us? Do angels really exist? Is there a fourth dimension? Is there life after death? Are there truly cities under our oceans that have been there for thousands of years without us being aware of them? Are dolphins and whales really more intelligent than us? Are the pyramids just burial chambers or are they much much more? Can a simple human just like you and me, truly become more, truly become a super human, meta-human, or homo luminous? Is there really a God?
Find the answers to these questions for your self. Search for yourself. Dig up your own research and come to your own conclusions regarding them. Because even if you are wrong in your conclusions, your right in your journey for seeking the answers on your own.
The established system wants you to go to school, get an education that they have deemed worthy. Move on to a secondary institution where they give you more useless, yet expensive fodder to consider. Then move out into the work place and be a cog in the wheel of society. Don't question authority, don't strive to be excellent, don't live by your own code of ethics and do what's right in your heart. Don't question the laws of the land that inflict harm and injustice on various groups of people. Do not ask yourself why we have the ability to track a human being all over this earth from space, yet we can't win the war on drugs. Do not ask yourself why we invaded a country full of oil and yet our gas prices are still as expensive as they were before we invaded. Don't ask yourself why there were no weapons of mass destruction found in Iraq. Don't ask yourself why your tax dollars paid to bail out institutions that have been disingenuous with our hard earned money. Where was your bail out? Did these very same institutions wipe your debt free and clear because the economy is bad? Or do you still owe them your very lives, homes, vehicles, and credit card debt?
And what ever you do, please do not assume that I have the answers to solve these problems for I am just like you. A cog in a wheel.
But know this, that not for one moment am I fooled by the blizzard of lies being stuffed down my gullet by the media nor am I deceived by the fake resolves of politicians vying for office.
I simply stand resolute in my belief in the general principles of human rights and dignity. I stand by the right of people to be able to feed themselves and their families without bartering the future of the upcoming generations to do it.
I believe in a world where there are no boundaries, no political agendas hidden behind words as sweet as honey to the ears. I believe in a world where all of my brothers and sisters are as one. I believe in a world with no Americans, no Russians, no Jews, no Muslims, no Commoners parties or Republicans.
I believe in a world where there is no need for the alphabet soup of the police state regime we live in. CIA, NCIS, CID, FBI, NSA, ATF, DEA, NSC, IRS, Secret Service, Border Patrol, Naturalization and Immigration, Marshals, Constables, Sheriffs, Police, or any other institution that answers to the DOJ.
My final statement regarding the affairs in our country is that I do not believe in anarchy and as a whole I believe that the men and women of these institutions work extremely hard to do the impossible missions set before them. But unfortunately for them the deck is stacked against them. They have a saying in Las Vegas, “You can't beat the house.”
If you would stay a sheep and you find this state of affairs acceptable then may you find solace in your heart when they come for you, and come for you they will.
But at the very least know that this Orwellian Dictatorship of the privileged few is a house of cards that cannot stand. A pyramid whose greatest weight rests at the top of the pyramid will eventually crush it's base. That is the law of physics in this world. No shape in nature gets larger as it gets higher, all things in nature get thinner as they get taller or higher. Trees, mountains, grass, animals, etc.
So if you have taken the time to read this incredibly long narrative, kudos to you. It would seem that you have some interest in thinking for yourself, and that is the purpose of this piece.
Don't do anything drastic or crazy in response to the feelings that this generates, just be as loving, kind, caring, and responsible for those in your sphere of influence as you can. As the Buddhists are fond of saying, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” May grace and peace accompany you as you walk the path of the adept. Oh and by the way, we are all adepts.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Speak
I watched a video by David Icke today. He was in Africa with renowned Shaman Credo Mutwa. And I can honestly say that his words saddened me no end. His plea was so hearfelt for his motherland Africa.
In his words I heard my own soul plead. It is not just Africa being destroyed by man made diseases. It is not just Africa whose people are being wiped out. All around our world is death and destruction being carried out by those with power over those without.
Proud nations and peoples all over our planet are being systematically killed off for who they are and what they are. Also we are being killed off for what we bring to this world.
The Christian texts say that when God created the light that the darkness comprehended it not.
That darkness is still with us and it does not want the light shining here on earth. Those of us who exemplify everything that is good and kind and loving about the human race are persona non grata to the powers that be. Those of us who would rather love each other than hurt each other are not welcome. Is it any wonder that Christ was killed? Is it any wonder that as we resonate grace, compassion, love, and concern for every life form on this planet, that we would be killed too?
For we by our very lives, by our very walk, by our very breaths hold up the mirror to the darkness and it does not like what it sees.
Therefore we must be exterminated. So few of our worlds native populations are still with us. Genocide is being waged on a daily basis and no one wants to be the one to acknowledge it. No one wants to be the one to speak out about how outrageous it is to destroy a people. Furthermore no one wants to be the one to say that this is being done by my own country in my name. That I by my silence have given them my consent to kill, mame, experiment on, and silence any who disagree with the status quo.
But like Credo I speak. As long as I have breath I will continue to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. I will speak for those who have been silenced. I will speak for the poor, I will speak for the diseased, I will speak for the weak, I will speak for the dead.
This is my choice. For this purpose have I been brought into the world, and for this purpose do I live.
Hate, greed, corruption, slavery, violence, fear, doubt, all of these we are better than. Inside where we are our core self, the light that gives life to this worthless flesh that we think we are, is better than these. Maybe one day we will accept this on a larger scale. Maybe one day we humanity will live as sons and daughters of mother earth. Children of the sun who recognize that all life is sacred and worth protecting at all costs. Even the cost of our very lives.
This is also your choice. Will you accept weakness and be fearful of who you are? Giving approval to evil by your silence? Or will you stand up and speak? Will you say to the darkness that it knows you not and that you do not fear it? Will you give of yourself so that those who come after you will live in a better world? A more peaceful, loving, accepting world? If you desire these things then speak what you know to be truth and let your light so shine.
In his words I heard my own soul plead. It is not just Africa being destroyed by man made diseases. It is not just Africa whose people are being wiped out. All around our world is death and destruction being carried out by those with power over those without.
Proud nations and peoples all over our planet are being systematically killed off for who they are and what they are. Also we are being killed off for what we bring to this world.
The Christian texts say that when God created the light that the darkness comprehended it not.
That darkness is still with us and it does not want the light shining here on earth. Those of us who exemplify everything that is good and kind and loving about the human race are persona non grata to the powers that be. Those of us who would rather love each other than hurt each other are not welcome. Is it any wonder that Christ was killed? Is it any wonder that as we resonate grace, compassion, love, and concern for every life form on this planet, that we would be killed too?
For we by our very lives, by our very walk, by our very breaths hold up the mirror to the darkness and it does not like what it sees.
Therefore we must be exterminated. So few of our worlds native populations are still with us. Genocide is being waged on a daily basis and no one wants to be the one to acknowledge it. No one wants to be the one to speak out about how outrageous it is to destroy a people. Furthermore no one wants to be the one to say that this is being done by my own country in my name. That I by my silence have given them my consent to kill, mame, experiment on, and silence any who disagree with the status quo.
But like Credo I speak. As long as I have breath I will continue to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. I will speak for those who have been silenced. I will speak for the poor, I will speak for the diseased, I will speak for the weak, I will speak for the dead.
This is my choice. For this purpose have I been brought into the world, and for this purpose do I live.
Hate, greed, corruption, slavery, violence, fear, doubt, all of these we are better than. Inside where we are our core self, the light that gives life to this worthless flesh that we think we are, is better than these. Maybe one day we will accept this on a larger scale. Maybe one day we humanity will live as sons and daughters of mother earth. Children of the sun who recognize that all life is sacred and worth protecting at all costs. Even the cost of our very lives.
This is also your choice. Will you accept weakness and be fearful of who you are? Giving approval to evil by your silence? Or will you stand up and speak? Will you say to the darkness that it knows you not and that you do not fear it? Will you give of yourself so that those who come after you will live in a better world? A more peaceful, loving, accepting world? If you desire these things then speak what you know to be truth and let your light so shine.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Bend dont break
As I keep going through things, the more I realize that these things are teaching me. To be more specific they are giving me experiences through which I gain a new lens to interpret my reality. Wow that was a pretty long winded way of saying the more experiences one has, the easier it is to make better and better decisions. The endless circle. More experience = better decisions. Better decisions. = better experiences. Better experiences = wisdom. Wisdom is the lens that helps guide us, helps us define who we are and what we believe to be true or not true. Who we are is so wrapped up in everything we do, think, and say. Such that it comes out in every form of medium we create. One of my particular favorites is the third installment of the Matrix trilogy. Neo wakes up in a subway with no knowledge of how he got there. He meets three programs, two parents and a child. The parents have made a deal with a very bad program to save their child from deletion. The father ends up having a conversation with Neo regarding karma. He finds himself in the position of having to send his daughter out of the machine world and into the matrix. Yet even in this circumstance he finds himself grateful. For karma gave him his wife and daughter and his job in the machine world. And it is love that compels him to protect that which karma has given him.
Neo finds this a little unsettling, machines, computer programs speaking of love and karma and acting very un-machine like.
How often have we made assumptions about others, or decided that some one is acting very much unlike themselves?
And who are we to determine what some ones karma should be, or how they feel about it, or how they should behave concerning it?
The more I live life, the more I experience life, the more I realize that I don't even have all the answers regarding my own karma. Not only that, but the more experience I gain the more sympathy I have for what others are going through in their own experiences.
So peace be unto you all and may you find as much solace, purpose, and meaning in your karma as I have found in mine. And like the palm tree, may you bend when the winds of diversity blow your way.
Neo finds this a little unsettling, machines, computer programs speaking of love and karma and acting very un-machine like.
How often have we made assumptions about others, or decided that some one is acting very much unlike themselves?
And who are we to determine what some ones karma should be, or how they feel about it, or how they should behave concerning it?
The more I live life, the more I experience life, the more I realize that I don't even have all the answers regarding my own karma. Not only that, but the more experience I gain the more sympathy I have for what others are going through in their own experiences.
So peace be unto you all and may you find as much solace, purpose, and meaning in your karma as I have found in mine. And like the palm tree, may you bend when the winds of diversity blow your way.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Sexuality
It's funny how we go about our lives as if everything is ok. Yet on the inside we're dying. We like to hide our true faces from each other. Oh no can't possibly do that. No sirree bob.
Because to reveal your true face to the public or even sometimes to family is to become vulnerable. And no one likes having their most intimate life experiences revealed to others in a manipulative manner to embarrass you.
But here's the clue. If you cannot be vulnerable with people, you cannot connect with people.
I used sexuality because it is one of the lesser talked about subjects that causes problems between men and women.
But sexuality is not the problem, it is a blessing. The problem is communication. During sex everyone becomes vulnerable to the person they are having sex with. Name of the game. And we worry about how we looked to the other person during mating, we worry if they feel what we feel, we worry about if they'll enjoy it and come back for more.
We worry entirely too much about nothing.
Vulnerability like any other experience has it's purpose in this world and in our lives. We must learn to take that vulnerability and use it to our advantage. You see when you don't wear faces, you don't have to constantly be on the ball remembering which face you wear with which people. Or what lie did I tell to whom so I can keep the other lies straight. This is not living, this is existing.
The honest to God truth is if you can't be vulnerable with your brothers and sisters on a daily basis you can't connect with your brothers and sisters when you need them most.
Sex is not only a form of reproduction, it is a form of communication. One of the deepest, most personally intimate communications you will ever share with another human being. And even during mating the mind wanders. You end up remembering you needed to transfer money from one account to another. Or you forgot your wash in the machine and it's going to mildew, and you'll have to wash them all over again. Or your wondering if this is Wednesday, because if this is Wednesday then you're missing NCIS. Always we are with our minds somewhere else instead of with the person we're communicating with. In the moment with that person. Sharing a unique and one of a kind experience with that person, don't miss it. No matter how many times you may have sex again, that moment is gone forever. So do not take your relationships with your brothers and sisters with such a devil may care attitude.
If I can give one piece of advice it is to follow your passions, your dreams. Let your hopes soar so high that what you desire will have no other option than to appear. Live the life you've always wanted to live, be the person you've always wanted to be. Don't give yourself any excuses for failure because failure is a part of the journey and it helps to teach you how to be a success. Listen to none but your own heart when it comes to the passion or the mission of your life. If they cannot live it for you or die it for you, then why listen to anyone else? You are the expert on you.
Yes I know I unfairly used the title "sexuality" to get you here but we must be wise if we are to teach a generation that can't sit still for longer than 3 minutes. Which by the way is the average length of commercials on TV.
Life is an experience, enjoy it, revel in it, marvel at it, be thankful for it. But most of all get the hell out there and live it. Your brother, Ollis.
Because to reveal your true face to the public or even sometimes to family is to become vulnerable. And no one likes having their most intimate life experiences revealed to others in a manipulative manner to embarrass you.
But here's the clue. If you cannot be vulnerable with people, you cannot connect with people.
I used sexuality because it is one of the lesser talked about subjects that causes problems between men and women.
But sexuality is not the problem, it is a blessing. The problem is communication. During sex everyone becomes vulnerable to the person they are having sex with. Name of the game. And we worry about how we looked to the other person during mating, we worry if they feel what we feel, we worry about if they'll enjoy it and come back for more.
We worry entirely too much about nothing.
Vulnerability like any other experience has it's purpose in this world and in our lives. We must learn to take that vulnerability and use it to our advantage. You see when you don't wear faces, you don't have to constantly be on the ball remembering which face you wear with which people. Or what lie did I tell to whom so I can keep the other lies straight. This is not living, this is existing.
The honest to God truth is if you can't be vulnerable with your brothers and sisters on a daily basis you can't connect with your brothers and sisters when you need them most.
Sex is not only a form of reproduction, it is a form of communication. One of the deepest, most personally intimate communications you will ever share with another human being. And even during mating the mind wanders. You end up remembering you needed to transfer money from one account to another. Or you forgot your wash in the machine and it's going to mildew, and you'll have to wash them all over again. Or your wondering if this is Wednesday, because if this is Wednesday then you're missing NCIS. Always we are with our minds somewhere else instead of with the person we're communicating with. In the moment with that person. Sharing a unique and one of a kind experience with that person, don't miss it. No matter how many times you may have sex again, that moment is gone forever. So do not take your relationships with your brothers and sisters with such a devil may care attitude.
If I can give one piece of advice it is to follow your passions, your dreams. Let your hopes soar so high that what you desire will have no other option than to appear. Live the life you've always wanted to live, be the person you've always wanted to be. Don't give yourself any excuses for failure because failure is a part of the journey and it helps to teach you how to be a success. Listen to none but your own heart when it comes to the passion or the mission of your life. If they cannot live it for you or die it for you, then why listen to anyone else? You are the expert on you.
Yes I know I unfairly used the title "sexuality" to get you here but we must be wise if we are to teach a generation that can't sit still for longer than 3 minutes. Which by the way is the average length of commercials on TV.
Life is an experience, enjoy it, revel in it, marvel at it, be thankful for it. But most of all get the hell out there and live it. Your brother, Ollis.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Welcome back all. Sorry it's been a while since I last blogged. But you know how it is. Life keeps happening even though sometimes we wish it would stop. But should you ever tire, you need to know that I am here for you. Does this mean I'll be able to help you move? Well not unless your close. Does this mean I will lie for you? Does this mean that I'll take a back seat in the relationship with you?
If these are your definitions for friendship then I'm afraid I'm not your guy.
I'm not saying I wouldn't help a friend move, I'm just saying that my willingness to help someone move should not be the only reason they befriend me. If so then they really are not my friend at all, I'm just a lackey they can call when they need some heavy lifting done.
But as most of you know I try to stay positive. It's a fine line to walk between being loving and accepting, and being an enabler. So how do we know when and where to draw the line with friends?
It's so simple it's going to make you mad. Just listen to your heart. Yes it's that simple. You see if your heart is into doing whatever it is for your friend, then your heart has joy in doing so. But if a friend asks you to do something for them and you get a heavy heart just thinking about it, then don't do it. You're heart's not into it. It's not about love or compassion as some people will tell you. Some people will tell you that it's wrong to not help that person. I say if you're going to live in a box, then let it damned well be a box of your own creation. In other words don't let other peoples ideas and ideals of what is right and wrong become yours. Choose to examine all of the facts available and then make up your own damned mind. That's the only way you are going to be happy.
I have friends and associates that I would give my life for. But there are also friends and associates who I would not give my life for. This is neither cruel nor insensitive, it is pure unadulterated fact. Once I made peace with living my life for me then everything changed. I don't mind waiting in line. I don't mind being looked over at the restaurant, I don't mind being cut off in traffic. I don't even mind being last in a line that's going slower than molasses on a winter day.
I now have an outlook on life that gives me back my power. This outlook is that this world of ours is getting ready to change. I see it, I feel it, I know it's coming. In fact it's already here. This change is making everyone who doesn't know what's going on very nervous. Because they feel it too.
Never the less those of us who are working on a level of brotherhood, welcome you. There are links on my page to various sites of people who are doing awesome work in the fields of: Healthy Relationships, Personal Energy Fields, Ascension, Merkabas, Transmutation, etc,. Now more than ever the saints are busy. Busy trying to help us be ready. The message is here, but can you hear it?
If these are your definitions for friendship then I'm afraid I'm not your guy.
I'm not saying I wouldn't help a friend move, I'm just saying that my willingness to help someone move should not be the only reason they befriend me. If so then they really are not my friend at all, I'm just a lackey they can call when they need some heavy lifting done.
But as most of you know I try to stay positive. It's a fine line to walk between being loving and accepting, and being an enabler. So how do we know when and where to draw the line with friends?
It's so simple it's going to make you mad. Just listen to your heart. Yes it's that simple. You see if your heart is into doing whatever it is for your friend, then your heart has joy in doing so. But if a friend asks you to do something for them and you get a heavy heart just thinking about it, then don't do it. You're heart's not into it. It's not about love or compassion as some people will tell you. Some people will tell you that it's wrong to not help that person. I say if you're going to live in a box, then let it damned well be a box of your own creation. In other words don't let other peoples ideas and ideals of what is right and wrong become yours. Choose to examine all of the facts available and then make up your own damned mind. That's the only way you are going to be happy.
I have friends and associates that I would give my life for. But there are also friends and associates who I would not give my life for. This is neither cruel nor insensitive, it is pure unadulterated fact. Once I made peace with living my life for me then everything changed. I don't mind waiting in line. I don't mind being looked over at the restaurant, I don't mind being cut off in traffic. I don't even mind being last in a line that's going slower than molasses on a winter day.
I now have an outlook on life that gives me back my power. This outlook is that this world of ours is getting ready to change. I see it, I feel it, I know it's coming. In fact it's already here. This change is making everyone who doesn't know what's going on very nervous. Because they feel it too.
Never the less those of us who are working on a level of brotherhood, welcome you. There are links on my page to various sites of people who are doing awesome work in the fields of: Healthy Relationships, Personal Energy Fields, Ascension, Merkabas, Transmutation, etc,. Now more than ever the saints are busy. Busy trying to help us be ready. The message is here, but can you hear it?
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Zeitgeist
Growing up I was never an A student. I was never the teachers pet. In fact my teachers could be often over heard saying, "He's so intelligent, he has so much promise if he would just apply himself." Or "Oh he gets the materials. I questioned him verbally and he understands and has the ability to express himself clearly and with incredible verbiage. Once he has read the subject of study and has committed it to memory he can recite it at will. I don't understand why his test scores don't reflect this."
My problem as I see it is that I was raised by parents who grew up in a bygone era. My dad was born at the end of the great depression in 1931, in Rusk, Texas. He, my grand-parents and his three older sisters lived in a small two room shack with dirt floors. The land the shack sat on was owned by the man who had owned my grandmothers' mother during slavery. The owner of the land tasked his wife with the charge of always allowing my grand-mothers descendants to live on the land after he died, knowing that because of Jim Crowe, blacks could not own land. Grandfather worked as a Carnie Strong Man because it paid better than any other job he could find being black, and un-educated. So due the travelling nature of Carnivals my father was often left with the task of taking care of the family when granddaddy was away. He took whatever jobs he could find, and at 10 years old in 1940, that wasn't much. He cut puck wood, he rolled logs, worked sawmills, and plowed fields. What little money he made always went to purchase food. Everything else they made due without. He wore old burlap bags left over from the potatoes on his feet. At thirteen he was told that he had to attend the local school for blacks. This he did only part-time because still money was scarce. At 15 my grandfather died leaving my father the sole bread winner. Grandmother cleaned homes and washed clothes for people around town but even that wasn't enough to pull them out of hardship. Then at the age of 17 grandmother died.
My father told his oldest sister that he was going to go into the military because he could make enough money to support them until they could find husbands. So when he went to join up they told him that he had to be 18 to join. His oldest sister told them that my father was 18 that he had been born in 1930. They accepted her word and allowed my father to join the Army because blacks didn't have birth certificates, and any way he was just fodder for the machine any way.
After seeing his sisters married and on their own he began to forge a career for himself and after five years with the Army he decided that the Air Force might prove better soil for advancement, so he transferred. The cruelty and the racism of his superiors was relentless. But in a very candid conversation about the military in those days he told me, "I wanted my children to have every advantage that I didn't. I wanted my kids to be able to go to school and learn reading and writing like the white kids, instead of having to work to support the family like I did. I wanted my kids to have what ever advantages being the children of serviceman could afford them like base doctors, eyeglasses, and college money. So I ate it. I stuck it out and suffered because I knew it would make life better for you and your siblings."
This uneducated, farm boy, from the heart of Texas did things that he should not have been able to do. He should not have been able to make his way up the ranks and retire from the Air Force as a Staff Sgt. in 1969. He should not have been able to pass the tests given him for advancement. He should not have been able to repair the vehicles he worked on in the service, not having had any training of the sort.
This is the man who educated me. Who taught me on his knees how to use my mind when money was lacking. How to assess a problem, come up with a plan, and put the plan into action. If it don't work then you need another plan don't you? While this may sound like the ramblings of a bumpkin, the intellect among you will recognize this for what it is. The Scientific Method, albeit simplified, but the method none the less. This is how my father managed to live, survive, and succeed in a world that wasn't about to give him a dime.
My mother was born in 1941 in Seagraves, Texas into much similar circumstances as my father. If not for the strength of our Cherokee ancestors my mothers’ family might have been a footnote on the pages of history book that doesn't even tell the whole truth of the horrors, deceit, and death dealt to this particular tribe of indigenous heroes. Travelling from town to town my grandmother single handedly raised her 14 children. How she managed to become a nurse in Texas of the 1930's is testimony to the Scientific Method. I remember my grandmother telling me once when I was having trouble with some homework, "Baby you keep on them numbers and words. I promise you they gonna serve you well."
My mother who was the actual hand that rocked the cradle and changed the diapers of her younger siblings while my grandmother worked had to teach herself how to raise children. You guessed it, the Scientific Method again. This is what she told me once when I decided to build my own doghouse without any help from daddy. "You look at something that needs doing, you decide how you want to do it, and then you do it. If it don't look like what you planned then you made a mistake. Only thing wrong with a mistake is if you don't learn from it. Take the doghouse apart and do it again.
She didn't receive much education either being mother to so many. But over her life time she taught herself and is one only a few people to ever be pardoned of her crimes by a Governor of the State of New Mexico. Who realized my mothers’ worth and hired her to work on his campaign for the Presidency of the United States. A heart attack ended his plans and his life but if not for this seemingly innocuous act I might not have been born.
These two people came together. Yes there are other children and other stories but this one is the one that drives home the message. These two people came together and without any education raised children who have gone on to greater things. Doctors, business men and women, entrepreneurs, nurses, military personnel, police officers and sheriffs. All of us the progeny of simple people who looked at life not as a reason to quit, but as a reason to succeed. They without ever knowing what it was called, successfully used the Scientific Method to plant the seeds of family in this country and we are their legacy.
This story should not be used to further divide blacks and whites, indigenous from non-indigenous. It should not be used as a reason to not even bother to trying. It should be seen for what it is.
The Zeitgeist movement may not be the perfect plan for our future as a people. But I have the highest amount of respect for what it envisions. A world where I don't have to try to cut your throat to make sure my kids have enough to eat. A world where politicians and government, and militaries are things we laugh about while sipping the tea of the future. A world where everyone has enough so that there's no need to hoard. A world where money doesn't exist because we (the world) take care of our own.
The Zeitgeist Movement may be our best chance of seeing this bright new world in the lifetime of one generation.
I am a product today’s greatest melting pot. I have indigenous Native American blood in my veins, I have German blood in my veins, I have Irish blood in my veins, I have Scottish blood in my veins, I have African blood in my veins. I am sick and tired of a world that tries to force me to choose my affiliations based on tribal, national, ethnic, or religious mores and traditions.
I say now for all eyes to see that I am a child of the Earth. Brother to all creatures who wander her lands, sister to all creatures who tread her waters, mother to all creatures who navigate her winds, and father to every other life form that depends upon the earth for their lifes blood. For the continuation of their kind.
For the sake of the future generations we must decide what kind of a world we want to live in. Utilize every tool and every piece of information that is at our disposal to come up with a plan. And with the combined strength of every man, woman, and child execute that plan as best we can.
The Scientific Method, and the plan as espoused by the Zeitgeist Movement and the Venus Project are working towards that world. Won't you put aside your fears and use that energy to help us. We can't do it without you. Thank you.
http://www.thezeitgesitmovement.com/
http://www.thevenusproject.com/
http://www.thezeitgeistmovie.com/
My problem as I see it is that I was raised by parents who grew up in a bygone era. My dad was born at the end of the great depression in 1931, in Rusk, Texas. He, my grand-parents and his three older sisters lived in a small two room shack with dirt floors. The land the shack sat on was owned by the man who had owned my grandmothers' mother during slavery. The owner of the land tasked his wife with the charge of always allowing my grand-mothers descendants to live on the land after he died, knowing that because of Jim Crowe, blacks could not own land. Grandfather worked as a Carnie Strong Man because it paid better than any other job he could find being black, and un-educated. So due the travelling nature of Carnivals my father was often left with the task of taking care of the family when granddaddy was away. He took whatever jobs he could find, and at 10 years old in 1940, that wasn't much. He cut puck wood, he rolled logs, worked sawmills, and plowed fields. What little money he made always went to purchase food. Everything else they made due without. He wore old burlap bags left over from the potatoes on his feet. At thirteen he was told that he had to attend the local school for blacks. This he did only part-time because still money was scarce. At 15 my grandfather died leaving my father the sole bread winner. Grandmother cleaned homes and washed clothes for people around town but even that wasn't enough to pull them out of hardship. Then at the age of 17 grandmother died.
My father told his oldest sister that he was going to go into the military because he could make enough money to support them until they could find husbands. So when he went to join up they told him that he had to be 18 to join. His oldest sister told them that my father was 18 that he had been born in 1930. They accepted her word and allowed my father to join the Army because blacks didn't have birth certificates, and any way he was just fodder for the machine any way.
After seeing his sisters married and on their own he began to forge a career for himself and after five years with the Army he decided that the Air Force might prove better soil for advancement, so he transferred. The cruelty and the racism of his superiors was relentless. But in a very candid conversation about the military in those days he told me, "I wanted my children to have every advantage that I didn't. I wanted my kids to be able to go to school and learn reading and writing like the white kids, instead of having to work to support the family like I did. I wanted my kids to have what ever advantages being the children of serviceman could afford them like base doctors, eyeglasses, and college money. So I ate it. I stuck it out and suffered because I knew it would make life better for you and your siblings."
This uneducated, farm boy, from the heart of Texas did things that he should not have been able to do. He should not have been able to make his way up the ranks and retire from the Air Force as a Staff Sgt. in 1969. He should not have been able to pass the tests given him for advancement. He should not have been able to repair the vehicles he worked on in the service, not having had any training of the sort.
This is the man who educated me. Who taught me on his knees how to use my mind when money was lacking. How to assess a problem, come up with a plan, and put the plan into action. If it don't work then you need another plan don't you? While this may sound like the ramblings of a bumpkin, the intellect among you will recognize this for what it is. The Scientific Method, albeit simplified, but the method none the less. This is how my father managed to live, survive, and succeed in a world that wasn't about to give him a dime.
My mother was born in 1941 in Seagraves, Texas into much similar circumstances as my father. If not for the strength of our Cherokee ancestors my mothers’ family might have been a footnote on the pages of history book that doesn't even tell the whole truth of the horrors, deceit, and death dealt to this particular tribe of indigenous heroes. Travelling from town to town my grandmother single handedly raised her 14 children. How she managed to become a nurse in Texas of the 1930's is testimony to the Scientific Method. I remember my grandmother telling me once when I was having trouble with some homework, "Baby you keep on them numbers and words. I promise you they gonna serve you well."
My mother who was the actual hand that rocked the cradle and changed the diapers of her younger siblings while my grandmother worked had to teach herself how to raise children. You guessed it, the Scientific Method again. This is what she told me once when I decided to build my own doghouse without any help from daddy. "You look at something that needs doing, you decide how you want to do it, and then you do it. If it don't look like what you planned then you made a mistake. Only thing wrong with a mistake is if you don't learn from it. Take the doghouse apart and do it again.
She didn't receive much education either being mother to so many. But over her life time she taught herself and is one only a few people to ever be pardoned of her crimes by a Governor of the State of New Mexico. Who realized my mothers’ worth and hired her to work on his campaign for the Presidency of the United States. A heart attack ended his plans and his life but if not for this seemingly innocuous act I might not have been born.
These two people came together. Yes there are other children and other stories but this one is the one that drives home the message. These two people came together and without any education raised children who have gone on to greater things. Doctors, business men and women, entrepreneurs, nurses, military personnel, police officers and sheriffs. All of us the progeny of simple people who looked at life not as a reason to quit, but as a reason to succeed. They without ever knowing what it was called, successfully used the Scientific Method to plant the seeds of family in this country and we are their legacy.
This story should not be used to further divide blacks and whites, indigenous from non-indigenous. It should not be used as a reason to not even bother to trying. It should be seen for what it is.
The Zeitgeist movement may not be the perfect plan for our future as a people. But I have the highest amount of respect for what it envisions. A world where I don't have to try to cut your throat to make sure my kids have enough to eat. A world where politicians and government, and militaries are things we laugh about while sipping the tea of the future. A world where everyone has enough so that there's no need to hoard. A world where money doesn't exist because we (the world) take care of our own.
The Zeitgeist Movement may be our best chance of seeing this bright new world in the lifetime of one generation.
I am a product today’s greatest melting pot. I have indigenous Native American blood in my veins, I have German blood in my veins, I have Irish blood in my veins, I have Scottish blood in my veins, I have African blood in my veins. I am sick and tired of a world that tries to force me to choose my affiliations based on tribal, national, ethnic, or religious mores and traditions.
I say now for all eyes to see that I am a child of the Earth. Brother to all creatures who wander her lands, sister to all creatures who tread her waters, mother to all creatures who navigate her winds, and father to every other life form that depends upon the earth for their lifes blood. For the continuation of their kind.
For the sake of the future generations we must decide what kind of a world we want to live in. Utilize every tool and every piece of information that is at our disposal to come up with a plan. And with the combined strength of every man, woman, and child execute that plan as best we can.
The Scientific Method, and the plan as espoused by the Zeitgeist Movement and the Venus Project are working towards that world. Won't you put aside your fears and use that energy to help us. We can't do it without you. Thank you.
http://www.thezeitgesitmovement.com/
http://www.thevenusproject.com/
http://www.thezeitgeistmovie.com/
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Thank You
Time and again my life has had some narrow escapes with death. I'm not talking about little mishaps that could have gone either way. I'm talking about seriously divine intervention. Oh yeah and I know that the hand of God has touched me. How can one man survive what I have survived with my sanity intact? I'm not going into details but know that I shouldnt be here. I should be pushing up daisies right now. So I just wanted to take the time to thank my Overself and my guardians for protecting me from my stupidity. No doubt I was in some places that I shouldnt have been. Doing things that I knew better than to be doing. And yet here I stand, fairly healthy for a man with no kidneys. That's right, no kidneys. They were removed due to deep seated infection and I'm still walking, loving, teaching, learning, Thank you all. Alohem, Elohim, Guradians, Arch Angels, all of you. Thank you, all of you and it will be my honor to see you with my eye adn to walk beside you doing the work of our father. Until then help me to be at peace and to keep walking the path, your friend Ollis.
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