U know the world is flawed, big time,
Has always been,
And will most probably remain for a while…
What makes the world flawed is the behavior of people,
These monkeys in suits,
Programmed to take, to hurt, to lie, to kill…
Programmed to respect nothing,
Programmed to use u and abuse u, don’t be like them..
U know the masses are dumb,
Don’t follow them,
u know their behaviour, don’t copy it
be impermeable to their state of mind,
Don’t imitate their reactions,
Don’t follow and Don’t belong…
Don’t belong to the majority,
belong to the few who are like u, Real.
Belong to the universe,
To the unspoken…
to the silence within your infinite mind
Belong to the dream u have…
Be the right u, the giver,
The giver of truth,
Give of urself…
Painting in the skin has always been one of the most intensely magical things humanity has ever experienced on a collective and individual level.
Tattoos defy age by retaining the same energy and vibe that was put into them at the time of their making.
In another sense, it is a conscious individual effort at bettering the self, and enhancing the body by capturing a dream in an image, an idea in a word,
and a lifetime love affair with the self.
The self exists in two forms: one in harmony with the world and the other in defiance of the world. The tattoo expresses both at the same time,
it is a love affair with the self and at war with time, and time only exists in our minds…
There is no love affair without war…
There is no music without silence between the notes,
In a world where shit and honey exist side by side, where birth and decay rule the day, we exist as living proof that the duality of the universe
also resides within us and manifests itself in the endlessly opposing adjectives that define who we are as (in)dividuals…
we are the funnel through which the universe transforms abstract ideas into the material form, and ideas are as infinite as there are means to express them,
materialize them, and breathe life into them…
Nothing, in this life, is more nurturing to the human soul but the ability to create, to reshape the earth,
with art and beauty, to weave, to sow and to reap
the joy of reshaping self and body…
if God is time,
and time is god
and we make the time,
therefore we make the kind of god with the choices we make to bring about a certain type of time.
who rules the moment?
who rules the collection of moments we call the present?
the rulers of this moment are the thoughts we possess at any particular moment (or the thoughts that possess us!)
who rules the now?
the thought of the moment.
each thought or collection of thoughts make up the god of the moment.
the collection of gods of the moment make up for the global god of the moment.
who is the global god of the moment?
in other words, which god of the moment is receiving the most amount of thoughts?
thoughts as adjectives,
adjectives as metaphors,
metaphors as the real sculptors of reality,
reality, is a metaphor.
a metaphor is a story,
a story is mental,
what’s metal is fiction,
fiction is imaginary,
imagination comes from thoughts,
thoughts come from others,
others come from the same pool we come from,
the pool is the mind,
the mind as an engine,
an engine with a reservoir,
a reservoir of thoughts,
thoughts from the air,
the air is space,
space is void,
the void is never empty,
emptiness is fullness,
fullness is lack of space,
again is a cycle,
life is a cycle,
everything in life is a cycle,
day and night,
the repetitive change of season,
the cycle of the tide,
the list is endless…
an orbit around an axis,
the axis is the self,
look at it: the ‘i’ is a vertical line,
an axis around which all cycles orbit,
cycles of wellness and cycles of illness,
the days and the nights,
the winters and the deserts,
the summers and the springs,
and the fountains….
and the flowers,
and the storms…
… another cycle….
here’s the deal,
we grow out of this planet in the same way a tree grows from the earth, in the language of the universe there is no fear, there is danger, but not fear the way society imposes on itself, restraining itself, limiting individual enthusiasm by labeling, sneering at, and rejecting everything and anything that does not conform to what serves this one track minded view of the world through a religious, and economic point of view.
there is no economic point of view / system in the universe, there is no bargain and no politics. Galaxies eat each other in the universe, planets explode and collide, primates in the jungle fight over territory in the same way primates in the ‘civilized’ world do, except for one tiny detail, we are aware.
it is this awareness deeply centered inside any conscious being, that tells us that the world of man, (living in a settlement called a ‘city’) with its rules and traditions are not the absolute truths of life – and this is what’s causing this whole generation’s state of depression.
Rules in the City – World of Man
depression is an idea that tells us: you are a ‘failure’, which means your are ‘bad’ or ‘ugly’ or even ‘not worthy’. Depression is nothing but a conclusion , a self made conclusion after doing the math in our heads, the math that subtracts rather than adds. it subtracts and deducts,(by comparison) that the current standing of the self, the ‘i’, did not do well enough in a system ruled by laws of scorn and finance and ridicule of others. Depression means: hopelessness in an environment where the rules and truths do not cater to improving the glow of personal individual inner self, instead it focuses on depriving man of his essential basic need to flourish: freedom to be and to shine without judgement.
in the universe there is no ridicule, no judgement, no politics or negotiations, no hesitation, no lies and deceits, there is nothing but life and death, and nothing but beauty in the process. There is beauty in a green leaf as much as there is in a brown leaf. there’s also beauty watching a pack of wolves tear apart a deer, there is all that and yet there is no judgement or fear of judgement. There is day and night and it’s loud and clear, there is no in-between.
so here we have another set of truths (Universe) that do not break down man or confine him into invisible prisons of fear and anxiousness. On the contrary, the universe whether it is conscious or not, is a place where both positive and negative energies collide, coincide, and overlap – much like day and night. Light and the absence of light, and light comes from combustion, combustion happens when opposing ‘tendencies’ meet, opposing tendencies like good and bad.
good and bad?
back to social.
does the universe know good and bad?
right and wrong?
whether it does or not, it doesn’t change the fact that: it is right to feel right that you exist, that it is right that you flourish and shine in the eyes of the universe. It is only wrong in the world of man, in the city, in this collective game of monopoly.
The universe does not play monopoly,
why are we?
because they are?
why are they?
cuz they don’t know any better,
why are we playing with them a game that is not of our language?
because they gave us this game as the only truth,
but now we know it is not,
The greatest addiction we have is to ourselves.
to be addicted to who were are,
everyday repeating ourselves again,
the same pains,
the same glories,
the same stupidities…
the same angers,
and the same disappointments,
the ever recurring syndromes we call the self.
the self that forever yearns for the same things over and over again,
the self that asks for more of the same,
quenches thirst with void,
and feeds hunger with dirt…
questions breeding questions,
and answers never remembered,
forgetfulness a bliss always forgotten,
repetition is the venom.
to find a new self again is like a planet orbiting a very wide arc,
and change happens one millimeter at a time,
such a long way to go for a date,
one that can reconcile both ends,
like poles of a magnet that never attract….
the curve is long,
the arc is wide,
and time drips on, a millisecond at a time…
what comes next is more of the same,
the addiction never wanes,
and deeper still it prevails,
down to the core it digs.
into darkness and heat,
lack of air,
suffocation for identification,
pleasure in the deep,
addiction breeds addiction.
the self grows more complex,
in its demands and needs,
the same broken dreams,
the usual nightmares that ends in a scream…
addiction to comfort,
addiction to a life of pain,
addiction to stress,
addiction to a losing game…
addiction is the same thing all over again,
every detail in one¹s life repeated everyday,
every attraction is an addiction,
every conviction is an addiction
every state of mind is an addiction,
faith is an addiction,
every comfort zone is an addiction,
every source of intensity or pleasure is an addiction.
an opinion is an addiction.
picking fights is an addiction.
Q: what is a human being after all?
A: a bundle of addictions.
every human being is a bundle of addictions.
every characters is a unique blend of addictions.
Pavlov made the most important discovery of the century and that is he put
his finger on the fact that we are made of habits.
a human being, like a dog, can be conditioned to react in any way desired if
one knew what triggers him, and how to manipulate what triggers what in
order to condition.
the ego is the easiest and first thing to offend (trigger)
triggering the ego results with anger.
offending someone¹s faith also attacks the ego and results with an angry
demeaning someone¹s opinion results with anger.
just like Pavlov¹s dog, ring this particular bell, and the dog starts
caress someone¹s ego, and you¹ll have him floating and loving you and coming
closer to you.
we are all addicted to what gives us a sense of pleasure.
pleasure is always intense.
pleasure is always an intense feeling. if the feeling is not intense enough,
then it¹s not pleasurable enough.
we are addicted to what gives us pleasure.
we are addicted to what gives us intensity.
there is pleasure in every kind of intensity we experience whether it is
stress or anger or laughter or physical or mental or psychoactive or
spiritual or natural…
some of us are addicted to pain and sorrow, for there is also a certain
intensity in the dark.
some of us are addicted to an escape on lucid wings.
some of us are addicted to what causes others pain.
the list is endless and the sources of addiction are infinite.
the question is:
can we consciously choose our addictions?
we can choose some consciously and the rest fall on us unconsciously?
some of them grow with us like flowers and some grow with us like weeds.
can we root out the weeds? All the weeds?
an addiction gives us a sense of continuity,
because an addiction defines a certain pattern in behavior, response,
this bundle of addiction / action / reaction defines the character you see
in front of you whether is it yourself, your lover, your parent, your
when you say you ³KNOW² somebody, it means you are ³FAMILIAR² with the
response, action, reaction of that particular person.
you may also be aware of that person¹s history.
in short, you mean you are familiar with that person¹s addictions to self
love, greed, or joyfulness, benevolence, aggressiveness, actions,
so what do you think you know about me?
what do you think you know about yourself?
what do you think you know about the others around you, near and far?
you think you really know?
When we understand the power that a single idea has over our lives, then we can choose what idea we allow to rule over us.
The most powerful idea would be that every and any small action we do today, gets us one small step closer to our dream of achieving success.. this idea charges us with energy, and this automatically turns our everyday into a success story…
the ‘rational’ fear of deception and failure is also an idea (an automatic assumption) that drains us of energy and hinders our personal progress,
it is precisely this ‘irrational’ boldness of fully believing in the idea that realizing our dream of success is possible, that magically turns our everyday into a daily success story…
a daily success story is as small as a grain of sand, that when piled up one next to the other make a mountain of positivity, and that mountain becomes a source of endless energy that feeds on itself and grows beyond any expectation or measure…
– from darkness comes light, so after the pain of ignorance comes the light of understanding…