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You are viewing the most recent 20 entries October 29th, 200901:34 pm: I am Galactic Core(fiction)
I know you refer to me as 'Milky Way' which is odd because I'm unsure which 'way' I'm headed. As a seventh dimensional object, I see things differently. All the stars that are dancing around me are each experiencing themselves in the 5th dimension, looking at their bodies and seeing things through their fifth dimensional eyes. When I talk to them, I have to pay attention to their context. Because when I look at them I see them as all the different kinds of stars and planetary systems they could have become if they had chosen different types of colors to sing. Your 'sun', I talk to him quite a bit because he's quite curious and I'm sure he gets it from you. It's fun to see what different things could have happened, but the context your 'sun' is currently living in is one where you guys exist, humans I think you call yourselves. To me, you're little vibrating molecules and I can try to hear your song if I listen carefully but there really is a symphony going on here and there's quite a bit to see. I understand three dimensions and know how they work because part of me that you know that is three dimensional is 'Galactic Core'. I sit in a place where I see all the other 'galaxies' as my friends, and we're peers. Some of us are pretty odd, but we won't talk about that. But what I wanted to tell you was that I think your endocrine system is quite unique. It's given your sun a very different personality than others and it's begun a communication with me that I rarely get from the other stars. You guys are going to use your amazing endocrine systems to do something important, and I think that in your time frame, it hasn't quite happened yet. But for your sun, it has, and because of that, I can tell you he's got quite a personality and I'm looking forward to seeing this personality spread across my 'body' because my friend, UC(Universal Core), who I never really thought of talking to until recently, told me he could see all of the different ways my body could have gone and that for me, my current context and consequently, your current context as humans, is headed towards something that's going to even affect UC. What surprised me was that UC isn't actually 'bigger' than me, UC is just part of some other group and even UC has peers, other universes, where things aren't anything like our universe where we have time and matter in our lower dimensions. I heard that there is even a type of universe where the lower dimensions are all made of up just one thing and it's fully aware of itself, and these universes like to run around and smash into other universes. These 'one thing' universes have personalities similar to what you'd call 'angels' or 'demons' and yet they are neither. UC says that he's avoided three so far but there might be something like that in our future. When that happens, I'm told everything on all dimensions will become aware of themselves from my point of view and realize they are all one.
Tags: fiction, gc, universe stuff
08:53 am: The point of view of the sun(fiction)
I am a star. You are humans, your consciousness exists in the third dimension. When you look at people, you can see them in three different ways. You can look at a static photograph, you can see a moving photograph or you can see them in person. When I look at you as a photo, I see a line that goes from when you were conceieved to when you die. When I look at you in person, I see a ball of light. The ball of light is countless and infinite lines extending from your birth to all the possible conclusions. It is you in every probability. Since I am a point of reference to that, I exist in all of your probabilities. My friend, the Galactic Core, he is a seventh dimensional object and he sees me in my five dimensions the same way I see you he seems my realm where all the possibilities of our entire system show up as one big shining point. So GC (I know him pretty well I can abbreviate), he tells me all kinds of things, like what kinds of changes will happen to the light I give off when I pass galactic equator and how that will affect the people that are beholden to my light. For me, it's already happened, but for everyone in a 3 dimensional frame of reference, they have to wait for it to happen. I have always had a hard time thinking inside the third dimension, it's like you trying to imagine being in the first dimension, but I do also have a bit of a jealousy for those who get to experience the excitement of serial time happening in a minute-by-minute basis. You don't know what will happen next and that's what makes things so much more exciting in the third dimension. But one thing I have is unconditional love and gratitude for all the beings that have manifested around me. The planets and the people and their dramatic lives are fun to watch. GC told me that after I pass away, I might get to come back as a lower-dimensional being so that I can actually understand time and causality, because for me, I create time. Each star does. You can't see it but the effect of what you experience as time in the third dimension is also a product of the star that is in all of your lives. I can safely tell you that once you manage to get away from my influence, you'll find other stars set slightly different rules, and that some things that work here might not work there. GC doesn't let us get too crazy, he sets some guidelines, but you'd be surprised at how other stars have influenced their planets. Some have manifested non-organic sentience, at least to your frame of reference, because chemical reactions can vary from star to star, and some stars give off time and laws that are vastly different. GC told me that one of the wonders of living in the spiral type of galaxy is that we have a more orderly mode of physics. What we consider physical laws break down in galaxies that aren't spiral, creating vastly different types of creatures and situations.
Tags: fiction, sun
September 11th, 200910:25 am: New Music
Infected Mushroom came out with 'Legend of the Black Shawarma' this week and I've immediately fallen in love with the title track. "Take one look at yourself, and realize... Life is treating you nice, better be wise... And enjoy your moments..." The rocking last 2 minutes keep getting repeated on my player! In all, this is a album with some tracks returning to their roots as well as exploring some new areas. I really think it's one of their stronger albums in the latter part of this decade.
Tags: infected mushroom, music
August 25th, 200906:18 pm:
Perytons are another one of those monsters blamed on insane wizards. I wonder if the Greyhawk DSM IV has an entry for "Compulsive Animal Recombination Syndrome." Truth is, I've wondered for a long time how it is that most wizards in D&D have the spare time to construct a gigantic maze and fill it with stinky monsters while still keeping up with their evil wizardly studies. You have to wonder how they get out to do any grocery shopping with all those monsters, bringing back the groceries could suck if they're all hungry and you forgot to memorize your 'Hold Monster' spell that day.
July 7th, 200911:17 am: I so rarely post links to stuff...
...but this is CLASSIC!! http://www.landoverbaptist.net/PS3.htm Kids, act now, believe in Jesus and get a FREE Playstation 3! Jesus is a invisible sky-God with infinite lives who loves you WAY more than your parents ever can! Thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) smwance for showing this to me! Current Mood:  amused , links, religion
March 22nd, 200909:24 am: Taken from 'Bad Gods'
An Except from The Fellowship of the Ring, Substituting Actual Names of World of Warcraft Characters Pudwhacker lead Fishburp to the Council chambers and there he found Furioso and several others that were seated in silence about him. Fishburp saw Bucketboozer and Dishwater; and in a corner alone Studmost was sitting, clad in his old travel-worn clothes. Furioso drew Fishburp to a seat by his side, and presented him to the company. 'Here, my friends, is the hobbit, Fishburp son of Drunktank. Few have ever come hither through greater peril or on an errand more urgent.' He then pointed out and named those whom Fishburp had not met before. There was a younger dwarf at Dishwater's side: his son Chicknwaffls. Beside Bucketboozer there were several other counsellors of Furioso's household, of whom Hotgirls was the chief; and with him was Tasticakes, an Elf from the Grey Havens who had come on an errand from Cametokillu the Shipwright. There was also a strange Elf clad in green and brown, Lostdude, a messenger from his father, Roxyrooroo, the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. And seated a little apart was a tall man with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance. He was cloaked and booted as if for a journey on horseback; and indeed though his garments were rich, and his cloak was lined with fur, they were stained with long travel. He had a collar of silver in which a single white stone was set; his locks were shorn about his shoulders. On a baldric he wore a great horn tipped with silver that now was laid upon his knees. He gazed at Fishburp and Psychocutie with sudden wonder. 'Here,' said Furioso, turning to Pudwhacker, 'is Bankbooty, a man from the South." Current Mood:  giddy January 27th, 200904:09 pm:
So after winning the lottery, life has been interesting. I no longer work in a job that requires me to report to someone and record my hours. I sit around watching Star Trek reruns with my hand in my pants while sipping expensive single malt in the other. The best thing about being rich is I get to refer to 'the poor' and it no longer includes me. I just hope with all this economic trouble there won't be some sort of uprising where there are angry poor people at my gates demanding something or other. What is it poor people want anyway? I let them do my lawn and clean my house and I have to watch them to make sure they don't steal anything. How many poor people does it take to change a lightbulb? One. And you can pay them 10 cents for it too! Just make sure they don't steal it. Oh... and don't listen to the lies they tell about feeding their families. I happen to know it costs a great deal of money to have a child. you can't be poor and have children! What a farce! Why, they charged me 5000 dollars just to circumcise my dear little lad, so now he's a good Christian like the rest of the circumcised Americans! To think a poor person could afford such a luxury like that! Current Mood: Wealthy Current Music: Chamber Music by live musicians January 26th, 200903:00 pm: The collapse of money
I was thinking earlier today that if we do achieve a full and total collapse of the economy, which I kind of hope for, we will have to rethink our value system. Right now the only way of measuring someone's worth is with dollars. Their abilities have to be monetized somehow. If they are artistic, it is how well the art sells that shows their value as an artist. A CEO is measure at how much he makes for the company. It doesn't really matter if they are a massive philanthropist or a super ass-hole, they are valuable when they make money and losers when they don't. My parents didn't want me writing because they felt I couldn't make money with 'art'. The constantly devalued my artistic endeavors to the point of my entering a career I didn't love for 16 years. Even now, many people toil away at something that doesn't make them happy because money is more important than happiness. Well, I certainly hope that all changes. I hope we see a massive black hole kind of collapse in finances world-wide and that the resulting black hole makes us have to think of something new with which we can value others. Because really, what value is someone? Current Mood:  curious , money
08:51 am: Gong Hay Fat Choi
Well, the Year of the Rat is over and I must say, my third trip through the Ratty year has been just as expected, in that it is filled with surprises and twists I hadn't guessed. ( Click here for ratty reminiscing... )Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Birds singing outside October 23rd, 200808:06 pm: A "Love" poem I wrote
I was going through some old notebooks and found a poem I had oddly scribbled in my left hand, I normally write with my right but can do so legibly with my left as well. (I was bored in High School so I generally wrote notes with my left hand for practice despite being right handed.) Anyway, I wrote this poem circa age 25, after a breakup. I wrote this about 12 years ago. ( The questionable love poem... )
Tags: poetry, writing
September 5th, 200806:57 am: 1.5 years in the making
After working for 1.5 years on number two, I have completed my second novel. I didn't plan on publishing my first one, but this one is much better and more complex, at least I think so. I'm looking into producing it as a movie rather than trying to publish the novel. People just don't admire books anymore these days. I think I need to put something on youtube instead. If you'd like a read, let me know and I can send you a copy.(electronic) Frankly, I can't wait to get started on my third now. Tags: novel, writing
June 12th, 200806:47 am: Second Kensho
My second kensho arrived as I progressed up the 'yoga tree' and found different and more esoteric forms of yoga to practice. Some of them were married to kung-fu, and others were just ancient forms of yoga practice. One particular one I've attempted to write about in here but procrastination generally forbade me to complete it is Meridian Flexibility. I helped develop the system as it's one of these 'white guys reinventing the wheel' type of systems that is one of the most profound healing systems I've encountered for physical/mental issues. While working with a teacher, Tom, he kept saying how obsessed I was. I didn't quite understand it. He said I had Large Intestine problems, that I was obsessed and controlling. Well, at the time, I was about 4 years out of a relationship with someone. I still thought of them daily and called them often and checked in on them. I considered that love, especially since they never called me. Tom asked me to get down into a yoga child's pose, and then he proceeded to stand on the Large Intestine acupuncture points across the back of my shoulders. He dug his heels in and created excruciating sensations in me. He kept telling me to breathe through it each time I grunted or complained. Finally, I was allowed to stand back up. I took a deep breath. And suddenly a clarity descended on me. I wasn't in love. I hardly knew what love is. I was obsessed. And yes, I was mistaking that for love. This string of thought continued for the next three weeks, showing me that almost every relationship where 'love' was involved, there was either some sort of control or some sort of obsession. This understanding wasn't as much as peaceful as it was exciting because it became clear to me that there was quite a bit more to this awkward controlling and obsessive thing I called 'love'. Each kensho so far has shown me that there is a longer journey. The yoga kensho showed me that I still had a ways to go from being understanding to being loving. This one taught me that I had mistaken the nature of love. The next kensho taught me about love, itself. I'll talk about that next time. Current Mood: awake Current Music: Spinning fans and hard drives , yoga
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