Lemons and Piracy

the most spectacular fruit i can think of is a lemon.
a lemon is a wonderful thing that is both delightful to flavor, but also naturally healing and cleansing.
its acidic properties give it these healing powers and it it is yellow in color.
the shape resembles that of a lemon and looks fancy sitting next to an orange. If you've had the opportunity you would understand the way that chicken and lemon work well together, stunning.
it becomes somewhat of a community opportunity if you share it with your neighbour.
I mean, why would you conceal your most valuable lemon chicken recipe, just doesn't make sense.
Knowledge is power, but power in numbers trumps any knowledgeable being.Do not horde your ideas insight and teachings, sprinkle it upon the faces of the youth.(non-incriminating) If everyone could share we would become the most wealthy of all, joy would be flowing through the streets like ice cream running down the cone on a sunny delight.
With the internet now in full force and pirating becoming more and more triumphant and unstoppable. We have reached a new time to be quite grateful for. The vaults of information are slowly leaking on to the internet and everyone will soon be happy and smart. Please, the fact that artists/movie(whatevers) are losing money is so fucking irrelevant. If they are crafting this wonderful art for the sole purpose of getting paid than they deserve to lose their profits and spiral out of control in an endless depression they will never understand. Lose the 'value', and your shit will not control you.

Rules...

rules have a secret identity. They are misunderstood and overrated.
People choose to 'live' by them in order to succeed and end up falling short and feeling unhappy. Rules were created by the minds of our fore fathers in order to..... well, in order to bring order. They were created (i suppose) to tone down the chaos people felt would erupt without them (the laws). Truth is, we are yet to rid ourselves of this chaos and it is becoming more and more dramatic. More dramatic because of the extra rules we are constantly bringing to the table, and the added faith we have in them.
How can something a man (men) invented be the 'right' way?
It can't, and it won't. There are to many variables to define right and wrong.
Even a murder can have its logical place in nature, but you're still breaking the rules due to a man-made technicality.
We suffer because we believe in these rules. We feel disgusted when we talk about someone who broke them, we drift apart from friends who do not abide by them, we might even get it in our heads that we have to live against them ie. break the rules JUST because they are there (rebellion).
THIS is true insanity. The world we live in IS insane.
The only 'rules' that have any place here in this world are the ones set forth by mother nature. These are the ones you can not break and get away with. Sure you can bend them using machines and things we build to get around them, but as soon as that machine fails the rules stand.
Don't get me wrong there are evil people that need to be held back by the rules of man presently.
BUT!! people have created all these laws, rules and, ways in there mind for 'the better', right? and people live in there thoughts with there own values laws and rules, so they will be opinionated for a (any) reason. ie. There will be opposing thoughts. PERIOD.
SO, the moment one puts a 'standard' (rule, law etc.) into effect, it will certainly breed opposition.
The creation of a standard, and a group of people that live by and believe in this standard is 'for the better'. In doing so... you have inversely created evil.

From The Finish

I got a job now, so im really cool and shit. I get money every two weeks and now i can hang with my friends and wild-out. Also, ladies are obviously gonna DIG the flow, and i got so much respect from my peers for being such a regular. Know what, if I keep this up I could work my way to a better position and totally become a rich guy... buying fancy cars and cool shit all the time with gold chains and hennessy. But then I have to work every single day, and I won't find time for hobbies and other fun activities, what if I get addicted to working and can't live without the money that i have come to love so dearly. What about those ladies, i might get attached to one and end up married with a kid in a house with a dog. oh dear oh dear. Mortgage payments, Car payments, Insurance Payments, Dog Payments. Oh no, and what about the kids they need to get a good education so i need to start saving for college. BUT luckily nothing has happened. Maybe. Just maybe, I can make decisions later? Make decisions when its time to make them, or should decisions even be made? What if you went with the flow of the world. Accepted every single thing that came to you and letting go of everything that left you... would that be a happy life to live? Because it seems that if you are trying to control another beings (even an object's) fate, you sacrifice your own because now instead of moving on, you are fighting for what you have 'lost'. The moment you start to fight for something that has been 'lost', is the moment the feeling of loss begins controlling you. The fight would not happen otherwise. Fighting to gain is the same, although you may see the 'satisfaction' at the end of the road,why can satisfaction not be reached with less stuff, or less recognition. Where does the balance lie. gross.

Fade Out

there is nothing more satisfying in this world than knowing. knowledge is truth, and truth is very satisfying. but what happens when what we know gets taken from us, the worst thing ever. a fucking mental breakdown, mental gymnastics begin to come into play and we try to justify what has happen before we crash. reality sets in and the loss becomes apparent. if we didn't know, it wouldn't have hurt so much. that's the flaw in knowing things physical. they can always be taken away or altered in ways that will destroy what you have become dependent upon and believed in. reality is not absolute, it can and will change. reality is a concept that we are all creating and changing in our minds everyday. the changes within your mind seem to be dependent upon acts of the physical world, we manipulate people and objects to attempt satisfaction. when you think of this it seems that reality is nothing more than an image in your mind that can be transformed using a mere thought, you can control who you think you are. should you think of who you are? it seems obsolete. there are some factors of reality that shouldn't be fucked with if you are trying to attain this satisfaction. trying to change yourself to match others doesn't make you happy. it may make you feel accepted, but this is temporary and strange place to be, if you've come this far into thinking yourself into being like them, you probablt won't be comfortable with yourself for a little while. the way things ought to be is far out of sight now, hope for a golden age of peace can begin to grow as people become aware of these things. but as it is hoped to grow it dies slow. my sentences are becoming fragments and my words are wearing thin. the thoughts i'm forcing out are an attempt to justify my own dissatisfaction with the world around me. my wants are no longer existent because it's all the same. what do you do when there is nothing more that seems within reach. the shallow thoughts of the world ring clear through the ambitions and desires of the youth, and we are convinced that the purpose of life is power. anyone who believes otherwise is insane, they pose no purpose to the greedy proud powerfreaks.

i was once proud, proud of who i was and what i had, proud of who i wanted to become. proud of my ever increasing greed and wanting. this in turn forced me to look down upon those with goals opposing my own. goals that were not in line with what i believed to be real. there was alot of pain in this pride, when it was threatened; cowardly measures would ensure that it was never brought into the open for someone to diminish who i believed myself to be. there are simple ways to work around other peoples ego's, to allow your own to continue existing until someone who is conscious of what you are doing enlightens you to the fact. except this enlightenment would look alot different at the time due to the fact that one without ego will not find themselves in these awkward work around situations. people will assume your ego, they will have based their assumptions on achievements and ability, so they may hit you with something that they believe will satisfy your ego to gain a step up. IF they feel 'they' (there ego) is superior to yours then they may try and bring you a step down. the non-egoist will continue with there duties, until the egoist party has hung them self to the point of a mental breakdown, there will be so many measures taken by the egoist to accompany the non-egoist that it becomes extremely difficult for the egoist to maintain without showing 'true colors'. then will crack and it will all come out in the open, everything they have been doing has been assumed and has been eating away at where they think they should stand because of how good they think they are, meanwhile the humble non-egoist person has become quite successful and has maintained happiness. the short spurt of happiness that this ego tripper was feeling can never be maintained. the ego will force the person into dark places to maintain satisfaction and will drive them to either: unhappiness, insanity, death, or a position of mass cruelty (adolf hitler). sadly, people have rode this wave until the end, in the past. they have been praised in history for there achievements, the suffering that they put them self and others through would have been tremendous and may likely be recorded with their historical achievements.

On Track

Finally getting your life 'on track'?
Well, first; ask yourself; What is 'on track'?
Having a decent job, getting paid.
Seeing results in comparison to your life span?
Or, just acting decently?
I see a lot of people that are 'on track' but have become locked to their track. There are people that become part of the track.
Why would you ever want to stop moving if you were on a track? Didn't you have somewhere to be? Weren't you going somewhere initially???
If you stopped on a track, you are either going to be in someones way who is also 'on track'. Or, you are going to decompose on that track and become part of it.
Say you decided to get on this track of glory...
Once you get on the track, you can get off of it any time. A lot of people do this after taking a long time on the track, but they have rarely moved.
They found a nice little piece of track that they would die for and then hung out there for like 30 years. ACTUALLY! when that 30 years is done they just get on another track and ride the wave until they die. They have never seen anything 'off the tracks' only heard of people on other tracks.
So if you do end up hittin' the tracks any time soon, why not keep movin' along.
Just remember that you're going somewhere, you have a purpose for what you're doing. Don't just take the easy track and sit there for 30 years. Enjoy the ride and be aware that you're only on a ride... The ride is an experience, it isn't you!

Fork In The Road.

What we have these days, as the days before is alot of different minds thinking in a lot of different ways. If we all thought 'along the same lines' this would be cool. But so far we have always seen different groups because one always wants to reign supreme. 'One', say what? one what?
One mind, One set of beliefs, One collective vision on how humanity should carry out their lives.
What we have these days is the same as ever. But, with the internet it is now being altered on a different scale creating sub-groups and almost a separate form of consciousness that may or may not be 'featured' in your day to day minds perception of things (eg. Brad Paisley - So Much Cooler Online).
Now, these internetz. They give us great power, for which comes great responsibility. Some very smart people could take advantage of some very un-educated people due to their foolish lifestyles/internet egos (see bottom)... but they shouldn't do that because it is bad; for the karma, and chi. But, who's to blame? the smart person for using their power for evil? Or, the ignorant person for not receiving education and then repeatedly sinning online? they are both doing wrong; keep that in mind.
And I don't blame the smarties for tapping the fatty's once in a while; just feed a little bit; no need to rape. Everyone can find the internetz for reasonably low prices on e-baystores or local dealers.
If you want to be smart about it, you can use your connection to the world to do marvelous things. Things that can enrich you with knowledge and creativity, power and beauty. Beauty for sure.

So, really. With the implementation of the home computer, our lives are getting quite virtual; lived online. We can now more than ever create an alter ego of whatever we wish. A majority of people now have the chance to be intellectuals, but may choose to be poker stars. A mass majority of people now have the chance to study topics of their choice to an extent I'm sure would surprise most; Or, they can go for a ride on a virtual roller-coaster. Receiving a POV blow job on the way home from the site for racial jokes won't hurt anyone.

P.S: This is relevant and funny (you're viewing bottom); OMGJeremy.com: Guide to Internet Ego

Global Thinking

What if we all worked to make advances in each others lives. Imagine the opportunity that would come EVERYONES way.
Why should we have to go against the grain to give? If everyone started giving up what they had, giving it up to each other. Would we see a number of people simply just accumulating what was offered? Or, can you change a person by doing good.

If a global consciousness could exist, then what would it look like?
How would it be constructed? and, how would we benefit?

I guess the answer just lies where we do not look. Laughing, out loud...
How is it possible to have dissolve all peoples beliefs about themselves in order to do better for all. How do you have someone come down off their perch and understand that this IS it. If we were all one big helping whole, this world would change and grow rapidly.
Global consciousness cannot manifest in any short period of time, I don't believe the people would allow it;This is likely the motive for killing jesus.
Yea, he tried.
Than they tried to kill him. But, he turned out to be overwhelmingly spiritual and actually rose after he died given the mass density of the holy spirit residing within him (son of god). But, he woke up a couple days later and gave his momz quite the scare when she went tah check tha tooooombz.
So, the moral of the story is.
If we can see ONE big picture that is salvation for all and never ending happiness; A return of the golden age. I propose that we just start dropping MAD hints and hope everyone catches on.

World Peace Checklist:
[]------ Defining consciousness that will benefit the human race, in its entirety.
[]------ Disassociating people from the 'people' they have become (eg. culture,
beliefs, values, morals, ego, etc...all the mental filler. Seems vague,
and cruel; Once envisioned. But, its really not. Isn't that what
'heaven' depicts?)
[]------ Teaching new thinking.

Scary shit, because this checklist could be used too do great evil to people... Woooops, maybe it already has :O.

Learning About Learning

Learning at a young age for me, used to be a monotonous task of memorization that showed little benefit. It was just a chore in the way of a goal.
When you start to believe in what you are retaining, and truly understanding it something happens. A piece of space develops in your mind, a perspective. When you begin to reach a state of fluency with your topic, you begin to see great benefit of knowing more. So great in fact that you may believe that to stop learning would leave you in a place where you cannot be most correct, sort of damaged.



The mindset of "finish college get your salary" is a weak mentality. They cram knowledge down your throat before you have even had a chance to be fully immersed in the theory. This takes away that possibility for the grand perspective. Only very few with dedication will be this involved with their studies. I have watched groups of people cheat their way to a diploma and yet haven't a full grasp on what they are supposed to know. But they do know that $XX,XXX a year is awaiting them.
In the long run, if they are involved with their career immediately and continuously for years, they may change and gain. But, it does pain me to see what school is becoming.
The point of money to motivate mixed with today's pop-culture is challenging.

After The Pride

(See: The Path Of The Party)
I didn't execute any discipline. I ended up sleeping through until noon, the first day I was intending to go to work independently. And, I was crushed about it.
The three day period between my dad leaving town, and the following Monday changed my life forever.

I had come across a copy of Eckhart Tolle's book: A New Earth. And although I had never read anything in regards too spirituality\philosophy, I had always unknowingly experimented with it. Needless to say, I had a long and anxious three days. At times I felt like I was going to vomit, and other times I was grinning ear to ear. It was an absolute terror that was like a bad trip on mushrooms. But I got through it and by the time Monday arrived, I was smiling. I had a small piece of joy inside of me that wouldn't fade. There is alot of great thinking in this world and it can benefit you to a great deal.
Our greatest tool is knowledge and we can use it not to defend or offend, but rather to know, and understand.

The Path of Party

My drinking career has been about 8 years running, and it has been a simple expensive but not so beneficial endeavor. My first time getting drunk was a magical evening which I remember vaguely. I was very embarrassed about it for a certain length of time afterward for reasons I'm not so sure of. Mainly because I had puked the next morning and felt that wasn't the most hardcore/cool thing that could have happened.

Over the next few years I had some very good times at party's and different events that I thought were awesome. I'm sure if I could see them now they would be labeled lame, and just plain goofy.
I don't know why, but at a certain point in time my good friends had taken a different path than me. I often questioned to myself why they had done this, didn't they want to be cool? we never were as close ever again. Maybe they were shy, maybe they really did think the 'cool people' were douche bags. Maybe, they already knew what took me so long too see.
I can imagine how they felt, and what THEY imagined I was thinking myself to be. It must have been painful if not spiteful to see me unconsciously treating them as a burden when I was trying to hang out with the people I thought were supposed to be cool and beneficial to 'who i was'. Don't get me wrong they were cool, and we had a lot of fun. But at the time, I always remember being distant to them when we were hangin' out getting high and drinking. In the back of my mind I always thought about the guys I had left. The ones I felt had shown me true friendship.

When that party ended I had to move away to a nearby city.
This, turned into a new episode. A very different and NEW episode, and once again I was feeling as I did back in my junior-cool days. With this new crowd, they had taken the idea of 'partying' and implemented it into nearly every activity you could imagine it to be a part of. Some you might not even think of.
But this was so different than before, now that these guys do... I can drink on school nights too.
I can get high everyday before class and still pass. And, I can ride my bike around town because everything is closer and I obviously can't afford my vehicle anymore. This was great, I was living as free as I wanted too for a period of time. I was young healthy people didn't frown on me as if I were an adult behaving this way. It was all going somewhere. But, it was. It was going down.

It was my only financial responsibility, partying, drinking, getting high. There wasn't much that mattered. As the time went by I started to want different things again. With the job I was currently working I had quite the scam worked out and I decided I could afford to buy a vehicle with the paychecks that I wasn't spending.
I got the truck, and almost immediately afterward lost my job. So, that same day I got a new one. I was hot shit on the pizzas, y'know?
Now that I had it figured out again I was supporting a demanding lifestyle that took me different places each and every night. There was nothing that I wasn't ready to tackle as far as a social event was concerned. I had what I wanted, but still something wasn't right about it all, I was never comfortable. But, the presence of females in my life had lessened quite substantially, and I thought maybe this is whats making me feel insecure. Although I had some hopes here and there, I didn't get to see many girls.
I turned 19 and got ready for the bar scene, I also decided to go to college for electrical engineering technology ( i thought it sounded 'impressive').
Even with all this to look forward too, nothing was right. I hated my job, I hated the problems my job created, the lack of time it left me with, I hated the repeat situations I was getting myself into with friends, and I hated that I hated all that.
I went to college though and found happiness for a short time. There, I had; different friends who's intentions seemed more righteous, potential girls to try and befriend, and whole new experience in the college atmosphere. Namely; Parties like we used to have them, there was a sense of it being fresh again. But, once again I couldn't forget about the friends who had shown me what real buddies were.
The decline from my college debut happened quite rapidly, but was constantly denied by me. I lasted the first year, barely. The second year was something of a joke.
I was in denial the entire time, I was not ready to be there. The second year was substantially more depressing than the first. I had lost my license to an impaired charge the summer before and had quit my job shortly after. In the meantime I sat in my room smoking what seemed to be an endless supply of severance pay and income tax money. That winter was a dark winter indeed.
All I could do was think, The only thing keeping me here were my thoughts.
I had no salvation besides pot and the weekend which involved a case of beer and more mass amounts of dope smoke and bullshit. For a short time I was playing music with some friends from the college that I had been working with. Also a girl which I had fallen for was part of this music project. We did have a decent time playing together but for the most part it always felt stressful.
One evening the guitarist/L.vocalist, the bass player, and myself gathered over a bottle of Jack Daniels.
This was indeed the only night we had ever truly clicked, and the feeling that I had was one of an incredible drunk. We were communicating to each other through spirit alone, and nobody would stop for mistakes because they didn't exist. There was only great music and we could all feel it.
Later on, we tried to communicate to the other band member what had happened that night. But, my two companions only tried to show her the voice of what we had done. He tried to show her the songs we were playing at the time. And, that was precisely what did not matter. The feelings weren't their this time, and we all felt awkward at best.
This situation became overly depressing as it carried on, and it just had to end.
The next little while brought a few job opportunities that I flaked off on, and their were friends that I did similar too. The whole world was on top of me.
Eventually when the spring came I began to pull myself out of the binge drinking and smoke abuse that I was engulfed in. I felt very un-educated and rough around the edges for a time.
I went away with a friend to work in remote locations harvesting a plant used for medical research. It was a job that did not pay much, but did prove to be of some benefit (personally).

When the time came, my father mentioned to me a possibility of working with him at the heavy diesel shop where he was a mechanic. Since I had just previously conditioned myself to work grueling hours with nothing but a tent and some food, I was very motivated to take the position. It worked out great the first week. Things were going great and I was undertaking a new musical endeavor on the side. But after the first week, my dad left for a vacation for 3 days. The rest of the guys in the shop were also going to be absent for a few weeks, but I had been invited to work around the shop while they were all gone. A HUGE responsibility it seemed was handed to me. How great that was. Having the owner of a multi-million dollar set just hand you the key to the city. Almost like I was proud.

The Junkie

a junkie in a sense, has a basic life.
most of their wants diminish and one is held above all the others with grandiose stature.
so much stature in fact, that it will be held above their needs. in this sense, it has become a need.
a junkie will go to great lengths to satisfy this need.
they will cross friends and family, they will lie, cheat, and steal to any length for satisfaction.
when the satisfaction is gained it is only a temporary gain, they will be back to there tricks to regain what they long for.
does a junkie ever win?
for a moment in time, yes. but their fight continues once the loss inevitably sets in. once the celebration of their victory has worn off.
have you ever witnessed a junkies desperation? when they have come to the bitter end of their resource and can find no more light. the panic that ensues is treacherous, there is no control here. only a very painful form of hope,there is no happiness to look toward in this pursuit. there is no bright light at the end of the tunnel, no ultimate high. no real gain.
the approval that this junkie seeks can not be found. nobody can give this junkie what it is looking for.
even if the junkie thinks it has found happiness, it can be swept out from under them in the blink of an eye. the junkie lives behind a false set of eyes, a false set of facial expressions, and a false sense of truth.
when the junkie feels threatened by someone trying to change its junkie ways, the junkie will go to great lengths trying to protect what the junkie thinks is the right thing to do.
oh,
there are many small victory's in the life of a junkie, but an ultimately sinful demise.
a sin is not something the junkie 'shouldn't do' a sin is something the junkie 'wouldn't do' if the junkie realized what it was doing. if the junkie realized that it was missing the point.
to be sinful is not to be wrong as much as it is to do a great injustice to what is possible.
the junkie is caught in a vicious game that it can not win, will not ever win.
the junkie has created a game that can only be played, not won.
in due time the game begins to play the junkie.
a puzzling riddle that can not be solved, but will always shed a small amount of light on a fact. that maybe, it can be solved.
sit now and recap on what you have just read.
sit in the drivers seat of the junkie-mobile.
now, concentrate and ask yourself this question...
what you just read, is it about a drug addict?
the answer is no.