Earth is Still a Magical Place

Fishing Day Acrylic on Wood

                                                                          Fishing Day
                                                                       Acrylic on Wood

You can’t really know what life may bring you, so you may as well live each moment as it comes.

I had the pleasure this last weekend of exhibiting some of my artwork at the local County’s Earth Day Festival. The festival’s main purpose is to highlight Eco-accountibility, sustainability, and the benefits of supporting local business. It was a bit last minute, but I have so many recycled wood paintings I that I wanted to show off I put in the effort to make it. Making it to the festival wasn’t an easy task either.

Just 2 days prior I spent the evening in the ER at LeBonheur with one of my sons. He had been drawing with a pencil and somehow managed to poke his eye so severely we had to return daily for check-ups on the healing progress. (His 2nd corneal abrasion in less than 6 months)

The first day check-up made me question adding the extra stress of actually preparing and setting up a booth at the festival. I told them I would be there, but dammit I had a good excuse for canceling last minute.

I decided canceling would not be showing up for myself, so I hung in there.

My booth set-up inviting people to examine and explore my process.

             My booth set-up inviting people to examine and explore my process.

It was great fun too and so worth the extra effort. I ran into many different people and got to talk art all day. Not just any art either, my art. I am trying to talk more about the feeling I have when I create and expressing why I create. I never realized that I was telling myself for so long that I was unworthy believe the story that people didn’t want to hear about why I created art. I no longer hold that belief.

I make great art and I have so many reasons why I create the things I do, and if I can make positive change in a persons life because of those reasons, then I am going to share them.

The highlight of my day came while on the way home. I spotted a large piece of pink tin (or maybe aluminum) on the side of the road. Finding cool stuff to make Awe inspiring art out of is just awe inspiring to me, but this particular time was a synchronistic moment.

During the day I spoke with two beautiful elderly souls who had a fun time in the booth chatting and exchanging ideas. One of the women was reminded of a friend that creates flower art for her garden out of tin. The woman asked me if I ever made anything of the sorts. My response was that I hadn’t really ever found any tin on the side of the road to make anything out of, and I supposed that most metals in good quantity would more than likely go to the scrapyard. I promised her though that if I found some, I certainly would try and find something to do with it.

You should have seen the smile across my face when I came across some bright pink tin perfect for making some flowers. (I have been on an echinacea purpurea trip lately.)

After loading up my booth with some help from the ROTC fellows, I made my way to the house having to stop for fuel along the way. I didn’t noticed on the way to the festival that I needed gas for the van, so on the way home I decided to forgo the interstate and take the two-lane highway home. This way I was able to stop for fuel. After fueling up and making my way North to the house, I decided at a 4-way stop to take a left and meander the back-way home. I love taking the back roads filled with meadows, small farms, horses, and loads of trees. It soothes the soul. Especially after a long day filled with so many people.

It was down this road that I spotted the tin.

I immediately looked for some spot to turn around, pulled into a driveway, and then was struck with this site:

Beautiful pasture with train tracks in the rear

                                         Beautiful pasture with train tracks in the rear

I parked to get out and snap a few pictures along with a video. Again stopping to allow myself to be inspired by my surroundings.

Pasture

PastureI then returned to my van, went back up the road, and picked up the tin.

I can’t help but to think of not only all the things that added up to me finding that pink tin, like needing gas, choosing to turn, but also the fact that I had had an earlier conversation about tin and making flowers. It was not just tin, but pink tin. These are some of the moments that I cherish as magical in life.

It may not mean much to anyone else, but it definitely make my reality a bit more special, magical, and so awe inspiring.  Stay posted for my pink tin sculpture.

my pink tin

                                                                          my pink tin

Do you have a great synchronistic story to tell? Please share the story or a link. I would love to read it.

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Wallowing Will Get You Nowhere

A little nugget of wisdom I found in one of my notebooks.  The painting is one of mine as well titled "As Above So Below.

A little nugget of wisdom I found in one of my notebooks.                                                                     The painting is one of mine as well titled “As Above So Below.

This morning I found the following written in one of my many notebooks. I wrote it a few years ago around the time I launched my first website. I had sort of forgotten about it.

I want a jolt to spring forth through my art and strike people. Strike them with logical thought and reason. Something to bring them up out of the wallowing in sorrow for themselves and mankind.
I don’t want fame and fortune. I want a society with creative fortitude and passion for life.
A spring of new life will come forth.

I want change.

Real change, not some cheap knock-off pretending to hold some altruistic motive, but a change that is of goals. What we need is a change that can only happen when one reaches down within the deepest and darkest chasms within their being and fight their demons head on and truly extinguish those undulating negative thoughts.

I have definitely wallowed in those pits of sorrow and despair for myself and many other people around me, as well as those I didn’t even know.  So much so that I have been hospitalized more than once for suicidal ideation and its failed attempts.

I have been one to compare myself with so many others.

I have looked down my morals nose at others.

I have seen so much negative in the others and the world around me.

Why was everything around me so terrible and negative? My despair grew as did my wallowing. I thought that I had so much pity for everyone else. I felt as though I could be a moral beacon and bring those I pitied into knowing truth.  What I had was not empathy, but pity.

The very act of me feeling sorry for anyone else automatically brought them down to a level beneath me. As if I was some sort of saving grace for them. You may see some of this mindset in my past posts, which I am not going to remove because I have a changed perspective. I want this blog to be an ever changing being just as I am. It reflects my growth as an individual and it gives me something to look back on and question. I will not hide who I am, have been, or will become.

Recently, what I have begun to understand is that all the negative in the world that I was seeing has been my mirror of the perspective that I hold. (My negative is my negative. You may be harboring your own in a completely opposite truth of mine, but the mechanism is just the same.)

I have known of the saying that “Life is your mirror.” I have repeated it to others. I definitely have told my teenage daughter numerous times, but it never really sunk in fully until this last week. If you are not familiar with the life mirroring you concept, I found the following story today while putting this post together that helps illustrate the point. I would also suggest reading the original article source.

“There was a puppy in the woods, he was feeling sad and depressed with his life. He entered a house of mirrors (all the walls lined up with several hundreds of small mirrors). When he entered the house, he saw hundreds of sad puppies around him. Where-ever he looked he saw sad puppies. He became sure now that the world was full of sadness, because there were so many sad puppies. This confirmed the belief in his mind that sadness is all there is to life, and he became more sad and depressed as he left the house of mirrors.
There was a second puppy in the woods, he was feeling very angry within and was frustrated with his life. He had a scorn on his face and his eyes were narrow with anger. He entered the house of mirrors and saw himself surrounded by hundreds of angry puppies. He was only seeing his reflection on the mirrors, but he did not realize that. He snarled at the reflections and the reflections snarled back at him. In his mind he became convinced that this world is full of anger, and that he needed to defend himself against these angry puppies all the time. He came out of the house angrier and more frustrated with the world.

There was a third puppy in the woods, he was feeling full of joy and he was romping around with his tail wagging. He entered the house of mirrors and was extremely thrilled to see hundreds of happy puppies wagging their tails, smiling at him with glee in their eyes. He felt blessed to know that this world was full of happiness and that he had nothing to worry about, because there were so many happy puppies out there for company. He came out of the house feeling even more joyful, with a deep conviction in the goodness of life.”

If you replace the puppy with yourself, and you replace the house of mirrors with the external reality of your life, you can make a direct co-relation and realize the truth hidden in this story.

If I had read this information before and repeated it, why did it not click with me? Why did I not see it for what it was? It is because I have been lying to myself for so long that it had become an unconscious action. I was not aware of it, even though I touted its benefits to others.

I was living a lie. I didn’t believe in my worth. I told myself the worst case scenario about myself for so long that I believe it to my core and built up my belief system on its foundation. Not ever realizing that the foundation core of my beliefs was a complete cauldron of shit.

The worst is that I wanted to bring everyone else down to my trodden level. I saw it as some sort of haven. I was so blindsided as if I had Stockholm syndrome with my false belief system.

I wanted to tear down all of the work of our forefathers. To tear down the belief that humans are miraculous problems solvers, creators, innovators, creators, and all around good people.

I was calling for apocalypse.

I basically wanted mankind to be dumb-ed down and kept at a preindustrial level of just existing.

I wanted these things because I hated myself, so I reflected that into the world around me.

I certainly didn’t want just existing to be my lot in life, yet I was okay with wanting to throw all of mankind’s advancements and technology out with the proverbial bathwater.

Yes, we as a species have done some horrible things and are still carrying on some not so pleasantries, but we all make mistakes. We can either admit those mistakes and move on toward change in our world, or we can continue to bicker amongst ourselves about who knows the right way.

If we see negativity in our world, we need to ask ourselves from what perspective are we viewing that negativity.

We can continue to see great change in this world.

How Are You Affecting Your Reality?

Exchanging energy is second nature with humans.

                                      Exchanging energy is second nature with humans.

I had a clarity of mind in an energy exchange with another person this morning. This exchange of energy was through the form of thoughts that were created by our brains’ reactions to each others brain’s outward expression of thoughts. Each one of us has the ability to create and express thoughts which are created by our brains through an energy exchange system.

I feel like this initial paragraph is rather confusing. So I created a cartoon to make sure you understand what I mean by energy exchange.

How we create our stories

                                                            How we create our stories

Energy ExchangeI want to show you the perspective of how you are physically being affected as well as your immediate world around you is physically being affected by not only yours, but everyone’s thoughts through this energy exchange system.

Before I explain to you this truth that I have come to realize, I need to make sure you completely understand how my mind has come to this conclusion. I do not want my saying “You are affected physically by your thoughts’” to seem as some metaphysical or esoteric froofroo grasp of our reality, so I am going to add a ton of links, but not an exhaustive list.

(Do yourself justice and read.  A lot.)

Your thoughts are energy.
Atoms and the smaller and smaller particles that make up atoms are a form of energy.  Your body is a cohesive lump of energy formed for the creation of something.

If you have a reaction to a situation (be it angry, nervous, upset, emotionally touched, happy, excited, sad) then you are being affected energetically which translate to physically affected by that reaction.

In using the phrase “a reaction” I am using the definition “a response to a stimulus.”

The energy is chemical and swirls around in your brain which in turn creates thoughts, hence thoughts are energy in the form of bio-magnetic energy.

Is that energy for good or bad? Are your thoughts positive or negative?

In these questions I am under the assumption that consuming energy and never creating something with the energy consumed one effectively creates inward flow of negative energy. This to me would be a void constantly consuming energy.

On the other hand consuming energy and then creating something for others to consume would effectively create a positive outward flow of energy.

Does one get a return on their energy consumption or do they just keep consuming?

An example of a positive outward flow would be working and creating value with their body and mind.

An example of a negative inward flow would be continually pulling in the energy of others to consume without giving anything back. Anyone know of a chatty Betty in the office that brings about the worst in people?

Humans are energy exchangers of sorts. Our bodies are an energy exchange system as well as other beings in the world, like animals and plants.

We consume energy in the form of food by breaking it down into its smallest components to be reassembled into whatever we need it for.

I may have drawn this one backward, but you get the idea hopefully.

                    I may have drawn this one backward, but you get the idea hopefully.

The brain and its functions consume the majority of our energy.

And we project this energy out toward those around us as well.

The energy of our brains has an effect on the energy of our hearts and vice versa. This energy also effects the hearts and minds of those closest to us. The more energy that we give into our thoughts and emotions the stronger our circle of effect we create.

Are we creating a whirlwind of negative aspects in our life?

How do our thoughts effect those around us?

Do we have a negative return on our energy consumption, or do we have a positive return from our energy system?

Do we just consume or do we put thought and function back into our environment for this exchange. For energy is not destroyed or created. Energy gets moved around. How are we moving that energy around?

Do we just consume? Are we consuming more than what we can effectively return back into the world in exchange?

*Note the use of affect vs effect is a bit confusing for me, so I may have gotten some of them wrong.  Otherwise I tried. Also, I am not a scientist and only theorize my truth explained.  I do invite debate, though.

The Great Discontent and 100 Days of Showing Up

Journeying into the Depths of the Soul can be menacing yet refreshing.

Journeying into the Depths of the Soul can be menacing yet refreshing.

I live in a very fluid and symbolic world as an artist. I would assume many other artists, writers, and all around creatives are similar. The symbolic nature of my reality allows for me to create connections and meaning through most of my everyday happenings. I see a huge universe where everything is interconnected and flowing toward some kind of oneness.

It also becomes difficult being a mother to children, running a household, keeping up on daily chores, while trying to sustain my creativity. Keeping a creative flow of thoughts alongside these experiences as the only happenings in my everyday life becomes a bit overwhelming sometimes.

The combination of sameness and civil responsibility can become mundane or downright neurotic in some instances.

Recently, I jumped on the band wagon of #The100DayProject under the nomenclature of #100daysofusuallylate. The project is being supported by The Great Discontent…a magazine that is not just a magazine about creatives.

I was up late, as usual.  So late it was the early morning hours and I decided to show up for myself. I am usually late when it comes to many things, but the worst of them is showing up for myself. I don’t normally voice my opinion too harshly. I would like to say this is because I do not want hurt feelings, or because as a Libra I want balance, but really it is because I abhor confrontation.

I like people liking me. I do not like people not liking me or making me question myself.  (Big conundrum here since I like to question myself.)

Knowing is half the battle.

Knowing is half the battle.

That confession is a biggie. My memories of childhood are ones of stoicism. My memories of my mother were of an unflinching woman encompassed in self-sacrifice and hardship. Humble beginnings bring happiness was my motto.

I have always been one of those that relished in the fact that I survived the hardship, which in some way gave me a golden halo of satisfaction. My accomplishment was just surviving my victim-hood. As if being born into my family was some sort of curse, and surviving my childhood was the trophy to be won.

Now, with many more years of experience along with more years of changing perspectives I have arrived at a new reality. Or really I have chosen to live a new reality, because I love exploring my inner depths and finding out new things about myself. Challenging myself to grow and move in directions that intuitively feel right.

Usually late when it comes to stopping the madness of everyday life and slowing down to take time for myself needed to be stopped.

I must cherish myself if I can ever be there fully for my children, husband, or anyone else that may need my presence.

So, if you get a chance to check out my Instagram or Facebook page to follow along with my new perspective, then please do. I would love for you guys to share with me your stories as well. How do you show up for your self?

I am an ever changing and emerging feminine goddess made in the image of the all that is and I hope to continue the journey for evermore.

We are the products of our wishes.

                                                  We are the products of our wishes.

Has Your Lifestyle Been Designed By Marketers

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My husband moved up in the world of business about a year and a half ago. We did like most Americans and began spending more money. We decided to expand our family. We bought a new vehicle, and we decided to buy a larger house….this on top of just spending for spending’s sake.

Then we stopped ourselves and my husband quit his job on Friday after a culmination of synchronistic events.

Why?

Because he wanted to stay at home more. We need him and he wants to be with us. Yes, I do have an art business I run out of my home, but it is still scary as hell moving away from an 8:30-6:30 job. (Screw this 9-5 nonsense, he was always away longer)

I really appreciate the following article for its candidness. I promise to update you on my husband’s antics at home. He has been home for only a few days straight and already my baby’s first words are dada…go figure.

Your Lifestyle Has Already Been Designed (The Real Reason For The Forty-Hour Workweek).

Have you quit you day job?

I want to know gory details.

Tripping on Front Porches

Southern living is not truly complete without an extra wide front porch…

We are currently in the throes of house hunting. You know the all too familiar story…we chose to add another life to our family and now there just is not enough space in our home for all of us.

Seriously, I am not sure how New Yorkers live in tiny apartments with no yard. We currently have a 1200 square foot house on a quarter of an acre for 6 people, two cats, and a dog (our second dog a shepherd is currently living at grandma’s house). No room.
Our living room has become the nursery pretty much. I replaced our entertainment center with a dresser to accommodate the extra stuff.

Yet, after house hunting only a few short weeks we are getting pretty bummed out. I have now begun reading others house hunting horror stories…this does not make it better in anyway.

I did want to share an experience, though, because I am now torn on a place.
We went to go look at a property that is everything that we want and more. I love to toil the earth and I love to have space to plant flowers and gardens and more flowers and yet another garden. This place had 6 acres and is within our budget. The house is fairly new and has a lot of space for our growing family. It would be great for our future teenage boys.
So, what’s the catch you might ask?

I had the strangest experience in my life while at this property.

The home was considered abandoned and the bank repossessed it.

I had the most bizarre blurring of my vision that began after we walked our tour of the house. It all started slowly with what seemed like small water droplets in my vision. This was as if I had on a pair of glasses sprinkled with water on the lenses. The effect was around all objects. Like each object was being looked at through a droplet. Soon it warped as if I had on a pair of swimming goggles where little droplets of water are on the lenses and water has gotten inside the goggles as well and filled my peripheral vision with electrified blurriness.

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Everything was pulsating. It was all in motion no matter where I looked or what I viewed.
It wasn’t as if anything was dulled and blurry…everything was bright and seemingly hyper-real. Although there was this weird distortion, it was as if everything was super intensified in my field of vision.

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I was straight tripping. I was standing there on the big beautiful Southern porch with the agent and my 4 children straight tripping out of my mind. I didn’t try to let on to what was happening to my vision, because I didn’t want anyone to think I was crazy. I didn’t feel wobbly or sick at all. I just saw everything in hyper focus.

My husband decided to walk the perimeter of the house one last time, so we remained there on the porch. I kept my gaze on objects away from the other’s faces and made small talk with the Realtor. I kept thinking this place is so perfect, but what the fuck was going on with my eyes.

I was a bit unnerved at the event. I started thinking of reasons why this could be occurring…one being the worst worst-case-scenario I could think up.
My imagination loves to bum me out some times. I settled on, “I’m just really hungry and am having a bit of low blood sugar.”

I still do not know what this disturbance was. It subsided quickly as we drove to a restaurant for lunch. The question that has stuck in my head is, “Was this just a coincidence, or did the property illicit my sudden vision problems?”

I have begun researching and found an answer and it looks like it might have been a migraine aura…

I have now come across the website http://www.migraine-aura.com. Wow, such a resource for so much interesting information. I have apparently been experiencing many things that are migraine related other than just the pain of a headache.

My whole worldview is being distorted at the moment.
I must now go and rethink my reality for a bit…

The Black and White of the Gray State

Gray State

Wow.

This concept has been floating around in the minds of many for quite some time now. I actually was not one of the millions who viewed the trailer since its first release in 2012, and as of the time of this post I have not yet viewed the trailer or the documentary. I plan on doing that after I express my ideas. I am not sure either if making a trailer for a film that is still just an idea is a thing or not. I believe when pitching a film maybe one does this, but it does seem a bit overboard in my opinion just from what I have read.

Now, as a life’s purpose project, I definitely could see myself pushing this hard to get my idea picked up…I think. I have three books I’m writing which are near and dear to my heart and yet I have only spoken in extent about them to a few friends and family (well that is until now). I also have never seen war firsthand nor have I worked for our government in a militaristic capacity either. Maybe this fervor that David Crowley had came from his personal experiences. I have known many, who did serve the military in Iraq and Afghanistan, and they did not have much good to say about the situation, and many have also ended their lives.

To me there is a huge dichotomy being created at the moment around the film release of American Sniper and by the release of Gray Matter: The Rise. It is a reprieve for those who are against war and our ever increasing militaristic government.

I rather not go into my opinion about American Sniper nor its media aftermath, but I am compelled to share some thoughts on this Gray State production.

A comment on Facebook that was made on behalf of Gray State, that I can only suppose was David Crowley goes as follows:

“Sometimes I feel like it was our will alone keeping national disaster at bay. But I will   tell you this: A SERIES, which could be produced and released WAY FASTER     than a film, has the potential to subvert the system. How can it not? Sorry guys but Breaking Bad and Game of Thrones, while entertaining, lack a real-world purpose. Gray State will not fail you. How could it?”

I would like to say that intuitively I feel as though David had become destitute in his journey to get his message to the public. He felt as though he needed to drastic measures taken and he calculated vehemently as a mad man would and came to the conclusion that a mystery death would bring about the needed controversy to push his agenda. I am reminded of the protagonist Raskolnikov in Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment.

David Crowley may have settled on an problem-reaction-solution just as the CIA and FBI have been known for. “Why not play their game against them?” He may have asked himself.

I do not judge him in his actions. He did in his reality, what he perceived as the correct move. I do not judge in the same way as if those “big bad secret guys” in black suits came in through his back patio and set the whole thing up. (I do not think the latter, however, since I have a romantic notion that humanity hasn’t stooped that low.)

I may, though, postulate opinions according to my experience, but I do not live in their lives. I do not see the world through their experience spectacles. I do love a good movie/book/TV series which I feel allows me to very briefly see the world through another’s eyes, but I can only view these with my perspective and my perspective is only mine. This is the same with everyone else, unless I have lived your experience I can only suppose how you feel about things, that is, unless your help reveal your truth to me. I love swapping opinions and views with others, especially when the others are truthfully exposing their opinions for the sake of the exchange.

This may be why I enjoy reading the comments of others on things that I see on the internet. To me the comments are more important than the actual information from the media that initiated the comments.

I love changing venues so to speak and listen in to the conversations. There are all types of people represented in any given place. Say for instance, I just viewed a Youtube video about Ancient Aliens (you knew that was coming, right?) and I saw many people commenting against the premise of the video…I wondered about those people’s intentions. Why watch something one is against and then start discord amongst a group of people? I can see a stating of opinion, but it gets way worse than that in YouTube comments. These are things many would not wail at another on the street. These are usually words that could get someone arrested if spoken in public and created a scene. (Yes, just because we have free speech does not mean that we can just tear out the hearts of fellow humans around us and get away with it.)

I create this scenario in my head:

“Hey, how about I go watch this video about aliens in the suggestions. I don’t believe in them, but I just want to watch anyways….”

*video incites negative thoughts*

The ego of the person does not like that he may be wrong….he must defend his position.

“Hey, now let me comment and let everyone know how stupid I think they are because I don’t believe in what they believe in.”

*nastily comments to others calling them derogatory names according to their avatars*
Ego gets an uplifting boost from the undermining of others, person now feels on top of their game.

*Gets flushed and has rush of adrenaline when others begin to comment back*

*Gets very pissed off that others commenting back are against him *

“I better just keep bashing them all, let me watch this debunking video about aliens, they know what they are talking about.”

*continues to switch back and forth between dissenters of his opinion with those who agree with him…Ego grows ever stronger*

This is like mental flexing. I love this game and the internet is my playground.

However, the continuation of comments on the Facebook page for the production Gray State is a bit disconcerting. I am radically confused. People are still commenting to comments months after the initial Q and A comment back in September 2014. This is despite the Google results I get that mostly speak of the death of Crowley. What is really odd is that it seems David never commented after that date. A lot of his comments also have a PR feel to them; very vague and cheery. He practically shuns all fan funding and apparently completely ignores others extending helping hands.

I can only guess he either never intended on full production or he was very disillusioned about the whole Hollywood production process.

Another comment made on behalf of Gray State:

“It’s already too late. Know yourself and be free anyway.”

which was prompted by the comment:

“Will the movie be ready before its to late?”

I again can only postulate that David was already well on a lonesome road to disillusionment about the entire current state of our world. He was slowly becoming in his mind a messiah figure to the Enlightenment movement that has spread across the plane of the internet.

I am sad at the loss of lives, but it is all rather entertaining.

That is why we continue on anyway…the entertainment of our minds.

In this moment I may not seem to be one your side, but that does not mean that I am against you.

Medical Ideology vs. Evolutionary Intuition

I may have gone a bit far in my title, but I just have to express how deeply distressed I am at the moment about the state of some things in our society.
My most recent upset was started off with a link to an article written by a doctor whom has taken up the stance that she must advocate against the inherent risks associated with a particular profession.

The doctor is mainly only against the education level of her opposition (that the majority never set foot in a for-profit university) and against the inherent risks associated with the location of the practice (outside of the medical establishment).

It doesn’t really matter what she is for or against, really. This is not why I am distressed. If any one person would like to find a left or right, black or white, progressive or regressive, position they will. We humans are good at making ourselves look good and others look bad. It is the effect of positive illusions and it helps us to continue on just like we have endured for the last oh 200,000 years or better.

What are pressing on my mind are the droves of people who follow this lady because she has a Doctorate degree, which in their eyes makes people infallible. I only say this because looking through the comments, the followers kept touting about the opposition not being educated. Even though this was a huge generalization, and that their own statistics showed that a large percentage were middle-class and educated.

What makes them ignore blatant facts in front of them? Instead they want to engage in a bashing war? As if they are hyper focused on only what makes them feel good at the end of the day.

Their back and forth reminded me of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. Philip the brother of Hank is always out to get his shoulder patted for helping out the less fortunate. The outer Philip looks philanthropic and oh so Mother Teresa, but the underlying intention is far from humanitarian.

These people want to look like they are caring about the well being of others, but their actions and words speak greater of dire underlying intentions. I see this often these days.
I am perplexed and very angry that people allow themselves to just be taken over by others and used as pawns.

It is as if there has been a mind virus planted into the perceptions of the people. This virus creates a handle on which a string can be attached when needed and pulled to do the bidding.

I truly hope that this mentality of touting biased, over-generalized information as scientific face that must be accepted because it comes from the educated does not continue to be the norm in our near future.

Aldous Huxley’s A Brave New World gives a peak into a future like that. “Once a perception is accepted, then everyone else must follow because no one could ever be better than the upheld scientific/religious/majority view.”

Korean Propaganda Video Switcheroo

I just wanted to make a quick observation without looking too far into it.
I read a post earlier from another blog that reminded me of a video I had watched this summer. Really this was a full length film and not a simple YouTube video.
I wanted to reference the movie in my comment, so I did a quick Google search to find a link.
This film was an English dubbed Korean Propaganda film bashing talking about Western society and the people that inhabit it.
In my Google search, though, I only found references to some hoax propaganda video that apparently went viral.

http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/2868121

After thumbing through pages looking for my video I began to get frustrated. The film I was searching for was way better than some hoax video.

My film, that I was now desperately searching for, really made me think and contemplate my perspective and it questioned my ideals. I didn’t want this hoax video to overshadow it. That thought really got me thinking…”did the hoax video come out just to overshadow this film?”.

It took me a few negative Boolean operations in Google to finally find the film. I really feel bad for the people I directed toward searching for this film. I had no idea about the little switcherroo that had occurred earlier this year which lead to the obscuring of the actual thought provoking film.

So, I will now send them to this blog. Here is the correct Korean Propaganda movie that I was using to make observations.

http://propagandafilm.net/