Thursday, July 28, 2011

To live would be an awfully big adventure


...why are you crying?


Puer aeternus

or eternal boy is used in mythology to designate a child-god who is forever young. He covets independence and freedom, chafes at boundaries and limits, and tends to find any restriction intolerable.



"The one thing dreaded throughout by such a type of man is to be bound to anything whatsoever." - Marie-Louise von Franz


"Common symptoms of puer psychology are dreams of imprisonment and similar imagery: chains, bars, cages, entrapment, bondage. Life itself...is experienced as a prison." - Daryl Sharp





This is associated with/related to/similar in ways to Peter Pan Syndrome.


& well - I still believe in fairies.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Consciousness Drives The Universe



Expand your consciousness.
Change your mind - Change your reality.
Observe the world around you.
Notice the patterns.
Embrace the energy.
We're all one.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Perspective

I wish I could birth what I see so

you could understand why everything is beautiful

and maybe if my eyes could manifest everything I've found in you

you wouldn't feel so empty









and one day I'll show you all the reasons I love you

so you won't hate yourself

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

PHASE 1: INITIATED



It is quite easy to lose oneself in the system of "things".


http://www.whatis-theplan.org
Become a member and join us as we initiate a movement for real change.


Monday, July 4, 2011

RAGE Day



"July 4 is a holiday celebrated by all Americans. No matter what race, color, or creed most citizens wait for sun down to see the fireworks illuminate the night sky. From the annual “Taste” festival in Chicago, IL, to the laser shows in Stone Mountain, GA, loved ones unite to gaze upon their own version of the war torn sky, littered with bombs and polluted with gun smoke described by Francis Scott Key.

This night in 1776, Britain gave birth to its bastard daughter, America, giving us our annual holiday Independence Day…."





Stole this post from a friend
Because I love his music, and I find it relevant.

RAGE

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

“Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives.”


“Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives.”
- John Lennon



Imagine how our world would look to an alien observer. The notes taken by an evolved and sensitive species might look something like this:

Humans appear to be creatures of routine — the majority wake up before they have rested sufficiently, needing a loud beeping alarm to prematurely stir them from their slumber, and a liquid stimulant to force them into unnatural alertness. They then get into small metal vehicles, which emit toxic gasses and were assembled by mostly miserable factory workers.



A large number of humans take these small metal vehicles to small, sterile cubicles, where they stare at a small rectangular screen for eight hours, pressing buttons, with one hour off to eat.


For their time in front of the screen, they receive tokens (some people have their own private cubicle and receive more tokens than the rest,) which they exchange for shelter (which is left empty most of the day, while they go off and earn the tokens which obtained it in the first place).

....


The primary activities expected to be carried out by these adult humans seem to be almost unanimously joyless, but the tokens received appear to be incentive enough.

Individuals who refuse to conform and pay homage to the tokens are almost unanimously ridiculed as lazy, good-for-nothing, mentally unsound, losers, etc. Unless individuals can find some way to earn tokens, they can not afford to buy or rent shelter and as a result become cemented in their roles as social pariahs.





“The world we see that seems so insane is the result of a belief system that is not working. To perceive the world differently, we must be willing to change our belief system, let the past slip away, expand our sense of now, and dissolve the fear in our minds.”
-William James




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May we see the shadows on the walls for what they are
and turn away, leaving the cave
for the sunshine of fresh thought.