Beginnings.

"What if I told you everything you thought you knew was a lie?"

I'd like to begin by introducing a character. His name is Bob. Bob has a small house with two kids. His wife is quite plain, and his work-life is neither exciting nor is it labor intensive. Bob goes to work everyday at 9 am, and comes home everyday at 5 pm. Our friend Bob here enjoys watching TV with his free time, and making sure his kids stay out of trouble. He doesn't converse much with his wife, for he doesn't believe that's her purpose. Bob believes that his wife is a beacon of comfort to come home to, and someone to trust the care of his children in. Bob has friends for talking to. His children aren't anything special, the boy gets in trouble from time to time, and the girl constantly asks questions for no reason. Bob likes his football game in the afternoon, or baseball have you. Our character Bob here never really goes out much, he wishes deep down that he could do things during the day, for he feels as if his job keeps the day away from him, and he is only allowed to have free time at night. Bob dwells on how much time he wastes in traffic each morning and evening. Now, he realizes he can't seem to find the mail anywhere in the house. Bob soon finds out that it's still out in the mailbox, and that his wife never went out to get it - even though she was home all day doing "nothing". Having came back in now with the stack of bills in his hand, Bob retires again to the couch in the living room. His night now on the verge of being ruined because of this mail, and unrealistic expectation of a "perfect un-eventfull night", he now finds out that he cant hear the TV because the kids are arguing in the next room. At this point, our friend Bob has had it. He decides that raging through the house is not tonight, because that was how he handled being home last night. Tonight, Bob will just go to bed early - for it is his only escape from his secondary job at home. Then in an instant, the alarm sounds. Its 730 am, time for work.

In a world where we are taught that you should express fairness, when the world isn't fair. In a world where we are taught that it is our right to have freedom, and people are enslaved. In a world where we are culturalized into certainty, when everything is uncertain. I have had my share of experiences in this world, not any more important than yours or the next persons. I have read my share of information pertaining to this world we inhabit that is of sadening nature. I have lost so much faith in the illusion that had been distilled in me since my birth into this machine of society. It would be pure ludicrousy and illogical for me to continue to strive for anything better, drowning in a sea of shit beyond anything you or I could imagine. So why, why bother to change anything - the ocean is so vast and so strong that not even all the winds of the earth could displace it onto land, or cast it into the sky.
There are many levels of opression that one must overcome in order to understand how pathetic, and beautiful our little existance is. We are enslaved at the highest level, down the spectrum, to the lowest level. We are imprisoned so efficiently in our own mind, that there is no need to take it to such a militaristic or totalitarian level. Without devoulging into my opinions about goverment, kings, leaders, and secret powers of the world (of which I have so so many); I want to sit with you and help you help me shake the trash from our bodies and mind. To thrust ourselves into something much more real, even if it has a risk. Because it comes down to a simple question, Do you wish to live in your own world, or in the world of somebody elses? And if the latter, then do not complain when the decisions are made for you, and are made poorly.

"-Everything- is just a matter of time."

In the specific exploration of my own mind and self. I have come across something that I have never taken notice of or thought to give mind to. Recently, I have been reading the books of Robert Monroe - a pioneer in OOBE (out of body experiences) . His words are insightful, his approach logical, and curiousity; I'm envious of that. His work shines hope on something that they dont even teach in school. That something has yet to be discovered. We are taught that everything is known for the most part, and to just go along with it. If any new belief systems emerge, they are squashed. If any changes are brought fourth, they are discarded. And so is the nature of human beings, fear. Fear of change, fear of uncertainty. The compelte fear of losing ones life, ones only life. Imagine, being held at gunpoint - and holding your only silver dollar. The one silver dollar that keeps your alive. And the other holding the gun proclaims that "you better keep it close, or else someone could take it in but an instant." You go throughout your life, cheating others, leaving others to lose their coin. You become terribly selfish, and impose that selfishness on your children, friends, family. And it is not until you lose that coin, that you realize how little it was on the grand scheme of things. That one coin, that one coin that was given to provide you with life, became the one coin that deprived you of life. And why?

Because somebody imposed that idea on you.



And with that I will begin this blog. I plan to make these little exerpts from time to time - or even frequently.