14.12.07

Astral Projection

Forever changed last year by reading Lester Bang's review on Van Morrison's album "Astral Weeks", I find the subject to creep back into my life. The title of the album was influenced by the Irish painter Cezil McCartney who was famous for his drawings of astral projection.









At first presented with the idea of astral projection again in a certain classroom that we all hold dear, I thought nothing of it, until the concept started to make my present life make sense.
Is it possible that the disconnecting of the soul felt in the last post was caused by some sort of astral projection away from the physical being? Is it possible that the surreal phenomena felt in our dreams and the strange deja vu of our daily lives are caused by our own souls traveling throughout parallel universes? Is it possible that ones soul can interact with anothers soul in ways that only explain extremely odd coincidences and somehow very deeply connects them?

11.12.07

The Disconnection

How do you explain something as complex as disconnecting from yourself to a shallow, simple-minded person?

You've been following someone else-a path so foreign and yet intrigueing from your own. Hopefully there is peace in the end, but not suprisingly it never comes. The more you follow, the more you get lost.

"The more you follow me,
the more I get lost."
-The Babyshambles

You've wondered so far off of your old path that you can barely even remember what is was like. But this feels like a good thing, you really don't want to remember it. Even though you aren't completely satisfied and content with it, it has to be better because its different. Somehow you're getting somewhere, somewhere new and mysterious. After all, whats better to live for than the mystery, the darkness, anything out of the ordinary from the boring and mundane.

Life is better inside the mind. There, its fresh, bold, an full of romantic and artistic ideals. Unfortunately, it's not reality, and as much as I would like to convince myself otherwise, that world is more painful. The pain comes from forcing your mind to overcome your heart. You must forget what you desire for and concentrate on what is real and what is really happening. Put up that wall, divide yourself from the others, never letting them fully know or see. See that (an extremely cliched, hackneyed line) you have "lost yourself" and have to pretend this new path makes you happy and made you who you are. Just swallow the lie and make yourself believe it. Finally, you come to the conclusion that your subconscience cannot accept this lie-and that is why you feel the disconnection.

5.12.07

Brick Wall

"We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control"


In Civil Disobedience, Thoreau implies that humans are innately good. Government should continue to bring order, but "the government that governs least governs best". Because, all in all, we'll all find the goodness within ourselves. We don't have to change the world...just ourselves.

What Thoreau doesn't address is how society makes this so, so difficult. Government, materialism, and the workforce impress reliance on the system. We live trying to keep the broken wheels spinning. Good is buried deep, deep down inside. But we just need to change ourselves, nobody else. Because, magically, everybody else will see the light.

"No dark sarcasm in the classroom"

Unless we are advocates for change, the wheels will never stop turning. People will not dig for gold. They will keep running into brick walls. And, no matter how many times they smash their bodies against the hard barrier, they will never alter their course. They are impaired by society's hard drugs. They will feel nothing. After all, how many times can you run into a brick wall before you grow numb...

"All in all you're just another brick in the wall"

4.12.07

Untitled For Now

a poetic contribution. courtesy of gabriel david.



I will for what I want, For what I want is what I am

It is not a selfish want.
Its power given before
My Soul could speak.

Its comforting light shines through me
and wraps around my soul,
I can never refuse.

For what I want was never mine to choose,
For what I want was never mine to own.

For what I want is more than I can take.

1.12.07

The Abandoned Piano, a poem

those poor lonely keys,
they haven't been touched in years,
and they won't be thought of for many more,
because she can't forget about that boy.


the one that used to sit there and play them,
the boy that used to play the notes that
would wrap around her heart
and take over her soul until she was forced
to just sit, sit and listen.


sit and listen as the songs and days drifted on.


falling in love with something so beautiful was the easy part,
falling out may take some time.



26.11.07

The Majority/Codename: RUNNING/Social Terrorism

Subject 1:

The majority. What we all want to rebel against. What we think we are rebelling against. How we become labelled as 'rebels'. Without a majority would there be anything to rebel against? If each seperate idea had an equal number of followers would rebellion cease to exist? Do we rebel just to rebel, not to actually prove or change anything? If enough people rebelled against the majority to equal the number of the supporters of the majority, does rebellion become the majority? Just some questions to think about, however, not the topic of this post.

It is unthinkable what kind of power the majority has over one person. They can make you feel and do outrageous things without you even being conscious of it. If they tell you something long enough you start to believe in it. If you have been taught something your whole life, it will take a lot of bond dissociation energy (little chem for you) to seperate yourself from it. While this is a huge problem with early education, it is also something that can be pushed onto you at any age. Personal experience has showed me just how much power the majority has over your mind. After being told how to feel and talked to endlessly about it, I had actually started to believe that what they were saying was true. Only until after I saw through these people, sorted out these heroes and thieves if you will, did I realize just how ridiculous the situation actually was and decide that what they were saying was not true at all, that I truley did not feel this way, and now my life is a lot less confusing and stressful.


Subject 2:
Codename: RUNNING

For the ideas in this post, I give partial credit to Gabe. Without whom, I wouldn't have even been running in the first place. The whole idea of running as a 'codename' is completely his.

The running community can no doubt connect to this, all others approach with caution and an open-mind.
Running after school today with Gabe has given me a new insight to the wonderful sport of which we both share and love. Insight that undoubtely has always been there but can now be put into words. Running is more than just moving your legs. Running brings inner peace. It connects together your feet and your breath in beautiful synchronization. Running is actually a codename for something deeper, much deeper than most people who don't run would ever expect. Running is a codename for the contemplation of the meaning of life. It brings with it a greater understanding of your mind, your soul, and what your body can do in a physical sense. Running with other people connects you together in ways that cannot be done doing anything else. It allows you to see people for who they really are, get inside their minds, and really get to know them. Running brings you closer to nature (if your doing it the right way-outside), even in an urban area, it brings you down to the environment in new, beautiful ways.

At the beginning of this month, an olympic runner named Ryan Shay collasped and died 5 miles into the olympic marathon trials. Shay was diagnosed with a larger than normal heart when he was 14 years old. This made him a very good distance runner, but also caused his death. We would like to send out our sympathy. RIP. But also make note that Shay died doing what he loved, and that running (contemplating the meaning of life), and no doubt found it before he died.


Subject 3:

This subject is in response to the US History class we had today. In the sense of this blog, we bring about social terrorism. With society at an all-time low, any sort of change is welcome or needed. Are we trying to start a revolution; no, absolutely not, at least not anything that nobody else has tried to do before. We are just expressing ourselves, and writing to entertain and help our friends and peers understand things the way we see it. Slightly shifting the status quo, slightly picking apart the mainstream by making them conscious is only what we can dream of doing, we are not naive to the fact of the unlikelihood of that happening.

21.11.07

Gravity

Gravity. Scientifically, it is the force keeping us on earth. Scientifically, nobody cares. But rebels have spun this physics lesson into philosophical "gold".

Gravity. Without it, what would happen? What would be holding us down? If gravity ceased to exist, then we'd float away. We'd float away, far away, from the system. We'd no longer be glutons off of society's junk food. Freedom would shine among the stars and encompass all. Gravity is The Man.

Once upon a time, I was preforming in a play. I love the Theater. I devour the stage, breathe the lights, and dream in the comfort of velvet curtains. It is my home, my life. However, on show night, I was down. Nothing in particular was wrong, but nothing was right. I was doing a play-great!-but passion was strangled by society's clutter. Life was full of empty calories, and it ached.

I was about to float away. Leave everything-the good, the bad, and the stupid. But some force held me down. It held me down, and it directed me to the stage. And, as the show went on, I was pulled close and closer to earh's true core. I had been drifting through space, away, far away, from where I belonged. I'd lost sight of home and couldn't return...but then, I entered its orbit, and came down to earth.

Philosophical "gold" can go to philosophical hell. Thank God that you can always come home; Thank God for Gravity.

18.11.07

Basquiat

Jean-Michel Basquiat is one of my favorite artists. I just absolutely adore his work. Just thought I'd like to share. I find it extremely aesthetically appealing and I don't really know why.







17.11.07

Consuming the Ego

The ego. Mankind's conspiracy against itself. It subjects you and your sense of personality to be shaped by outside sources. While important for inspirational purposes, these sources can easily corrupt and munipulate your ego. Your sense of identity has vanished, your individuality has been stolen, your personality has changed without even being conscious of it. We exist in each others minds, thinking the same thoughts, using mind control to get what we need. By living ordinary, mundane lives we are subjecting ourselves to real danger without even knowing it. The danger of identity theft, the worst kind of extortion.

We deal with this theft in one shallow way. Consuming. We reaffirm our sense of identity by becoming overly materialistic. We feel we can stave off death itself through work and personal property. We buy products to express our fake personalities. Products that fit into the labels and stereotypes society has given us after stripping away what was already there. We submit ourselves to these objects, truly believing this is who we are and developing the fake personality to match it. Identity theft.

14.11.07

On Beauty

Are inner-beauty advocates only skin-deep?

An insecure teenage girl is scolded for obsessing over her looks. She's fat. She's mishaped. She's ugly...or so she thinks. In confusing and vunerable times, all she wants in acceptance. She's facing obstacles on a journey that has no map, no guide, and seeningly no hope. For facing flaws, "higher-minded" citizens will refuse to acknowledge that this girl is "beautiful".

Yet, when an immaculate rose springs from the ground, what's praised first? Beauty. How the blossoms are members of a complex, vivacious environment is ignored. How roses are part of the great cycle of birth, life, death, and rebirth is suddely, shockingly secondary. Beauty is obvious and easy; it catches everyone's eye.

Does that leave all champions of inner gorgeousness to be condemned as liars, as mock beacons and false friends? For refusing to recognize beauty in the inwardly imperfect, but readily praising nature's supermodels, are they damned to philosophical hell?

Outer beauty, like certain skills and talents, is a child of nature. The flora and fauna were turning heads long before humans crept from the mud. However, beauty is one of the many victims of our corruption. Any practiciality or inspiration it held was buried. Today, we are meant to gaze at the grave's surface, mourning for something we will never know.

But, as the black tide recedes into the sea, resilient creatures linger on the shore. They will hear the bell. They will hear the passionate chimes, crying, "I'm alive! I'm alive!", and start digging.

13.11.07

Photography for Thought

All photography from www.deviantart.com





Self-Reliance

We have kind of an influential crush on Ralph Waldo Emerson

envy in ignorance
suicide in imitation
vibrating my heart against
its iron string
accept your transcendent destiny
release your bound handkerchiefs
so the world can smite you
with its displeasure
bring back the nonconsistency
regrets as false prayers

"Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of everyone of its members."
"To be great is to be misunderstood..."
"Our minds travel when our bodies are forced to stay at home. We imitate and what is imitation but the traveling of the mind?"
-Ralph Waldo Emerson