Justin Roiland & Squanch Games “HIGH ON LIFE” Official Game Info + Behind The Scenes Footage

Officially available October 25th, 2022 ‘High On Life’ will immediately be on Xbox Game Pass as a Day One title. Supported Platforms; Xbox Series X|S, Xbox One, Xbox Cloud Gaming, and PC (Steam or Epic Game Store).

‘High on Life’ is an upcoming comedic biopunk first-person shooter by Squanch Games. It was conceived by Justin Roiland, who is known for his work on the TV series Rick and Morty and Solar Opposites. It takes place in a colorful, absurdist science fiction world and features anthropomorphic talking guns. ~ Wikipedia

7 Laws With The Psyche…

When speaking as the Gnostic or Hermetic on the common psychological terms about poles, one must bring up the masquerade. We now use this term known as spectrum. Equally the same thing in all technicality. A more updated terminology is all. One that defies being regarded as an ancient understanding. To even discuss spectrum someone literally has to divide something into two poles with one subject at heart. This is the 4th Hermetic principal. “Everything is dual; everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites; like and unlike are the same; opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree; extremes meet; all truths are but half-truths; all paradoxes may be reconciled.” Most unaware, we still use these hermetic values to this day. Masquerading throughout life. We make up new words and terms to apply the same practice’s. It is used as a mask now. To get away with teaching the simple knowledge we’ve simply disguised it in different jobs and degrees now. People need to understand where the changes have happened and begin to apply old principles too. The law and the practice are still the same. The process is what has become confusing. Understanding all seven hermetic laws is still fundamental. Especially if you’re going to be a psychiatrist. For the psychiatrist in this day and age can sometimes be the Folk Doctor / Witch Doctor in disguise.

Common Sense…

What exactly is common sense?

It is technically defined as a good sense and sound judgment in practical matters.

Technically, the trickiest kind of yes.

This perception comes in where the reality changes.

The meaning of common sense begins to change.

It becomes based on a social norm standard rather an individual reality.

Lines and borders blur this concept even more.

If I leave my country am I expected to know the common sense of a people who’s language I cannot understand?

Easily I can respect tradition and follow a moral compass but I would still be a deviant in their society, even if only temporarily.

Standards and common sense can be but do not always need to be mutually exclusive.

A standard being defined as an idea or thing used as a measure, norm, or model in comparative evaluations.

If we give embrace to the real meaning of common sense we allow room for more learning and growth.

For your common sense is different than mine.

A film director’s common sense is different than that of a music composer.

We understand the term in a macro society norm.

As an excuse for not meeting standards.

Embrace the flow of each individuals common sense.

They willingly open up and teach what they know.

For them it’s common sense…

Desire to Live

If your desire to live is slim.

You’ll live your life on a wim.

Take each day and hold it anew.

That’s what humans are supposed to do.

Time is a river sometimes it rushes, but it always flows.

Resulting in various things we come to know.

Don’t take that for granted or live with too much pride.

To actually live humbled, is to set that aside.

Enjoy every moment that you get.

Because in the end it was all part of it.

People are Places as Places are People

People are always going to be people, you can rely on that. It’s human nature.

Places will vary depending on location.

That place takes on a personality. One of the people.

Raising wonder to the question.

“What influences what more?”

Both parties have unique personalities.

We know the good and bad of a town that we know.

But much like a stranger, when visiting others we judge and fear what we don’t know.

The Gold of True Courage

“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed.”
~ Terence McKenna

Life From The Panels

Plot: A comic franchise with a rich illustrious history. Brainchild of two creators who shortly follow each other in death each at old acceptable ages. Both were Icons; they were artists, they told stories, they changed the world, they were constant trend setters, revered by adults and children alike. But at what cost though? Strange events occurred after the first death. Based on decisions being placed solely on a contract written in blood with an agreement from both men. Choices are made and before the second man dies he agrees to the terms, having kept a secret card he can now use.

Ext: White van in the street with a body bag on a stretcher behind it being zipped. Two gentlemen load they body. Screen fades as van drives away. Title card appears with black background. Fade in to a foggy Limbo-like place.

Man’s Voice: “He is not here. I know the terms of our contract. I understand your plan and always have. Always fond of chess so I like to stay one step ahead. Since the decision falls entirely on myself now… The Heroes will be joining your Villains during this hell on earth you’ve planned for ¾ of a Century now. For I specifically ended all my notes, speeches, and quotes with MY spell, which lies in a word everyone knows very well. This spell will release on this day, the day that I die. It will be spoken so much and will utterly defy your power. For you to create and destroy at the same time would contradict and all would be ruined. So I say to you; make your decision, I’ve lived with and loathed in this sorcery far too long demon. Damn near a century is long enough. You were just lucky I had love in my heart and a plan, or I’d have finished this decades ago. I never did like you. So with my final words I release all upon this world for you to decide, just know… My hero’s are designed to win in the end. There were a few unreleased projects I was working on by the way. Viavante!”

~The creature stands there… Baffled at the truth in which the man spoke. It sees that the known evil monstrous creatures are indeed there. As well as the Hero’s, who had defeated them time and time again. Then the new projects unfold. First excited to see horrid creatures of mutation, strange sinister animals, but then THEY came. New hero’s of wild stature and bizarre nature; Dark Hero’s, Renegades, Gangs of Mercenaries. Then the beast understands what has just happened.

Demon: “I’ve been tricked! Throwing in project’s. Dark ones, knowing it would distract me long enough to stop this from happening. I should’ve listened…

Demon: (inhuman scream) “RAWWUGGGHWR!”

Demon: I don’t even KNOW that any of those new creations are evil. They just looked so horridly beautiful. Well, I guess I’ll have my hell on earth for what little time I get it. DAMN YOU!!!!”

~Beep Beep BEEP BEEP BE-

~Jessie hits the snooze on the alarm. Just as she was drifting back to dream land (shown by blurring vision while looking out ta chaotic window distorting with a slow fade)

~A laud thunk comes from outside her widow. She awakens quickly runs to the window and there lying in the bush is her second favorite superhero of all time.

Jessie: “H-O-L-Y Shit… Fuck me sideways, is this shit real?”

~Suddenly the figure in the bushes stands, looks Jessie in the face. Jessie faints immediately. She wakes up in his arms and he says

Superhero: “Stay calm I’m here to save you and the rest of the world. We all are!”

Jessie: “All?!?”

Superhero: “Yes all. Anything our Creators have made is now on your plan of existence, the 3rd Dimension. We’ve moved from the 2nd dimension to yours! In his death he allowed us this gift.”

Jessie: “So that means the bad too?”

Superhero “Of course! Including the ones you don’t know about! They’re a little scary and weird but they’re all really good guys.”

Jessie: “Dude, why are you so fucking cheerful? My world’s completely changed!!!”

Superhero: “Life change can be great. I’m happy because I’m 3D now. Buck up, I’ll keep you safe!”

Jessie: “F-uuuuu-ck…”

The Love Madness

Urban decay among natural beauty. Trauma that brings change. The struggle that comes with survival. Two in a tremendous struggle. One finding themselves even more different then they ever knew or could have believed. The other struggles to maintain the world around them, embracing every change only to find the problem never dissolves…

Disaster happens, now the two must pair along against the thick, thin, insane, odd and dangerous. Side by side they might make it. Without each other they will not. Only problem is there’s been an accident and they’ve been separated…

Chasing logic, reason and intuition one devotes their time to this way of finding the other. Whilst the other follows their heart and slowly begins to deteriorate and crumble under the pressure of looking for their lost lover. Both not only feel, but know that they are lost…

Eventually time catches up with them and it’s over. Only now radiation poisoning has settled in. They’re older, more bitter, worn from the journey, and emotionally wrecked. Showing how not only the world moves on but people will too…

Fortunately we see a madness induced love fundamentally come back together. Each with their own scars of time (much like our planet). They pursue forward and begin an all new chapter…

Another bomb explodes in background as they walk off into the sunset holding hands. They never turn to look back at it. Showing even more that they are moving forward and desensitized and more prepared for treacherous path that still lay ahead of them.

Sunrise to Sunset

During a bright yellow Sunrise a blue flower blossoms open. A man in a cowboy hat and dirty denim jacket bends to smell it. As he stands back up he stretches, breathing in deep the cool Spring Sunrise before taking a big sip of his daily cup of joe. He sits having his morning swing and cigarette awaiting what this beautiful day has to offer…

The man now attending to weeds growing throughout his flower beds. For he had too many beds to tend to. Such as a man with a green thumb would. Sweating now for it was going to be a hot day he takes a drink from the water hose. Out in the back forty he hears a car pull up. He expected no visitors on this day. He hears the knock on his front door quite loudly, from where he stands in reference to the back yard. Buck his loyal black lab barks quite unlike anything he has ever heard him do before. Paranoia settles in as he hears the 4th round knocking…

Hiding now behind his shed, he has a partial view of his driveway. A man in a black suit and tie stands just outside the door of the driver side. His eyes and head angled at his front door. Probably focused on Buck he assumes. Yet, he never moves a muscle, not even to make a scratch of the face, or wipe the sweat from his brow. Constantly fixated on that one focal point, the front door. Leaving Jed out of the man’s line of sight…

Moments pass and soon he hears foot steps. Knowing his location in the yard this is odd. The man in the black suit is still at the car. His mind goes into overdrive with thoughts to which no on can answer for him. ‘Who are these people and how many are there? I live live alone and owe no debts? There is only one reason he would possibly hear footsteps, someone is searching. Searching for him surely, but why?!’…

Soon the sound of footsteps retreat. By now he’s very curious as to what’s happening. He grows weary of this unwanted anxiety and paranoia. So now he chooses to become angry. He goes around the other side to where the window of his shed had been. Realizing the fate and irony of that outcome. That previous Winter his shed window shattered to pieces on an extremely cold day. This was because he slammed the door too hard that day over basically nothing. Pissed the rest of Winter for all he could do was put a clear tarp over it. Freezing his ass off and cursing it all those days, he now saw this as a blessing…

Jed sees no one, so he goes for it. Only unfastening the lower right corner, he slips in unnoticed. Still angry if not now more amped up then ever, he grabs his shotgun. He proceeds to load his ammo belt with twelve 12 gauge shells. He straps his belt around his waist and reaches (getting on tip toe) to the highest shelf in the room (obviously done by him being old, rotten and worn). He feels around for a moment, then the worst happens. With a horrendous sound of clatter the shelf collapses. Metal still clanking around he anxiously and furiously looks through the mess for what he wanted in the first place…

He finally finds what he was looking for underneath fallen debris, it’s his Colt 45. Growing up a huge Dirty Harry fan of course when he grabs it first thing he says is “You feeling lucky today punk?”. This only fills his heart further with anger but now adds blood lust. Knowing all too well he has been heard by the breaking of the shelf he kicks the open the door. Gun in hand, screaming while in full on Fight or Flight he is ready for the battle ahead…

He veers off to the side of his house where he had originally saw the man in the suit. Although he is gone now, Jed is to gone himself. Too far so to slow down now. No matter where these men are he will find them. As this thought passes through his mind he releases a raging scream. Soon he’s around front. He takes a look around for a moment then spots them hiding low by the other side of his porch. Little do they know the tops of their heads just barely barrel over the deck of the porch. Just barely into the man’s line of sight…

Precision is going to be required but his shaking is far to rough for what he aims to do. So he calmly steadies his aim. He has to aim between the front and side sets of wooden railing. He gets his shot and goes for it. It’s a head shot directly to the back of the skull. The other man immediately leaps up and starts to flee. He sees that he is Dressed in a gray duster and some blue jeans. He’s headed off to the back forty. “So begins the hunt” he murmurs as he chases after the man in the duster…

Searching high and low he cannot find the man anywhere within the vicinity of his back yard. So off to the field he goes. Old dying corn stalk from the previous Summer fills the field. The man takes it upon himself to create a new path by stomping the stalks down as he walks. He begins to become furious and screams aloud again. Then suddenly as if to answer his roar he hears him running the field, going the opposite direction. “He’s headed to the damn car, FUCK!” he screams this vulgarity. Immediately regretting this lack of control. For too many times now has he given off his location, so he begins to calm himself…

He begins his walk toward the house. He finds his way back out of the crops, only to see his back door wide open. He immediately thinks of Buck, and as to why he is not barking now. The man immediately returns to beast mode, only even worse this time. “My fucking house” he repeatedly utters until it finally becomes a screaming mantra. He enters his back door, this time with shotgun in hand…

“Where are you!” screams. “This is MY fucking house!”, “You killed my dog!” he screams and sobs uncontrollably. “You fucks! What have you done?!” more sobbing. Then the faintest sound from the kitchen, a wooden rolling pin falls to the floor. The man turns and looks in time to catch the man in the duster with his eyes. He gives off two bellowing shots from his shotgun and hears the thud he was waiting for…

The man walking over toward the thud pulls out his Colt 45 again. Upon reaching the body he realizes there is no need for the Colt. Duster man has been blasted through his lungs, neck and face. Coughing up blood a lot of blood, he manages to say a couple of last words to his killer right before he dies. “We were just here to serve you papers, *Gasps* your dog is fine, *Gasps* he r-r-r-uh ran out the back door while you were screaming. Sorry for all this *Gasps* the police are on their way. He sighs heavy and dies before Jed’s eyes…

He begins to panic. No longer able to control thoughts or think logically. Then he hears the sirens in the distance. Sirens from all directions, so many sirens. He scatters off to the shed for more ammunition. He notices a blood orange Sunset just before reaching the shed. The man scatters through the mess as the sirens grow louder. “Everything was bright and beautiful this morning, so full of life.”, “Now all I see is blood, on my hands, in the sky, it’s everywhere, even in my mind!”…

The sun had almost fully set when finally he finds the extra ammo he was looking for. He grabs what he can, for time has caught up to him. He can now see the red lights reflect inside the darkness of the shed. “They’re here” he says maniacally. Pauses for a moment before beginning a guttural scream, kicks the door open with two guns wielded he runs from the shed screaming like a blood thirsty barbarian. Ready for battle again…

Author Note: ‘Sunrise to Sunset’ is a short story intended for the screen. Written in one sitting during the Summer of 2018. It is intended to show the horrors of anxiety and PTSD. When writing the intention was telling a story with a constant growing tension and anxiety. Putting the audience on the edge of their seats with little to no action or dialogue. Also leaving room for future viewings of what’s going on outside the main character. Eventually creating a sympathy and understanding for all characters with subtle signs sprinkled throughout the background, especially during the most intense parts.

The Magic to this movie would be…

The Pledge: A Beautiful Sunrise

The Turn: A Crimson Sunset

The Prestige: Multiple Views

Ace Ventura: Rebirth

Intro to Screenplay for a Surreal/Mind Bending, Noir, Dark Comedy – by Jonathan LaBelle

Jim Carrey Would Return To His Most Iconic Role Under One Impossible Condition

EXT: Camera moves through seedy alley in the rain. Opening to a street in a run down part of town. Camera pans up revealing a large rundown buliding. Lightning crashes in the background.

Open: Ace sitting in cushioned faux mahogany leather detective chair by a window in an office on the third floor of a run down neighborhood. The setting is twilight, raining and gloomy.

~There’s a knock at the door.

~Ace turns slowly from peering in deep thought from the window. It is revealed he now has slicked back hair and a groomed greying beard.

Ace: “Enter!” (in typical Ace fashion but toned down and far quieter)

~A woman enters dresses in a black pin striped pant suit.

Ace: How may I help you?

Woman: (fast talking and cheerful but with a sense of cattiness) I expected more enthusiasm from the famed Ace Ventura Pet Detective! How are you doing my name is-

Ace: Let me stop you there… (Rolls eyes in exaggerated Ace fashion) 1. Yes I worked with the Miami Dolphins. 2. Nothing happened with me and Ray Finkle. (Angrily under breath) Despite all the comments and various controversy. Hell I barely survived the Whachootoo tribe! Which brings me to number 3… I’m tired of reporters like you (gets louder) coming in here (completely exaggerated) AND-

Woman: (very firm and motivated) Stop! I don’t need reasons or excuses. I am not a reporter! I do happen to actually have a pet case for you. (sweet voice) If you’re capable and willing that is.

Ace: (calms down and starts slowly pacing the room) A… Pet… Case? It’s been ages… (thinking about it quickly) Well after all, you are the best. (angrily) No! You stopped when things got dark. (sad) Leave it Ace.

Ace: Sorry ma’am, I just don’t do this sort of thi-

Woman: (pushy) You seem troubled. I can come another day. Here, I’ll leave you my card.

(Exaggerated) Ace: Well alrighty then! If hell freezes over and I decide to do the ONE thing I swore off I Will Call! P-E-O-P-L-E LADY!!! I’m a certified Private Eye. (Most exaggeration) Not The Pet Detective… *Gags*

Woman: (nervous) Ok I’ll leave you to your business. Sorry for bothering you or stirring up what occurs to be a severe PTSD episode. (quickly) Bye, have a good night.

Ace: (Before door shuts) GEE Thanks! (Door shuts Ace goes somber) Thanks for ruining my night (picks up card) Elizabeth Fairchild. What were you written by Danielle Steele?

~Ace walks back over to his chair. Somberly throws himself onto it with all his dead weight

Ace: Pet Detective, never again. Not even if Smokey The Bear came on that T.V. right now and-

*Click* T.V. turns on with an old black and white emergency broadcast alert screen – this lasts for about 13 seconds of awkwardness with Ace beginning to pace nervously, scratching his head and becoming confused.

~T.V. changes to 50’s style color cartoon of children playing with matches in the forest.

Ace: What in the Berenstain Bears Mandela Hell…?

~Suddenly Smokey The Bears shadow appears behind a child in the cartoon.

Ace: (losing his sanity) I’m hallucinating… It’s all a dream. (fingers in ears) La-di-da-di-da-

Smokey: (loud) Hey!

Ace: (inward high pitched squeal gasp)

Smokey: What are you children doing in the forest playing with matches? It’s one of the leading causes of forest fires. And remember only you can prevent forest fires.

~Screen begins to shows an old Smokey The Bear logo.

Ace: (extremely relieved) Wheeeeeew! For a moment there I really thought he was gonna-

Smokey: Ace!

Ace: (jumps and screams) AGH!

Smokey: We need you. You’ve been called upon again. It is the higher calling. Do what must be done Ace, help us all.

Ace: (almost hugging the T.V.) What?!? What is it!?!

Smokey: You must become the Pet Detective again.

Ace: Great… Is THERE anything else?

Smokey: Call the woman she will help guide you. You will know what to do. Trust your instincts. Only you can prevent-

-*Screen cuts to static fading into credit sequence*-

(Opening credits roll with noir style music and various upscale James Bond/Mission Impossible style sequences with dramatic noir elements and random history of P.I. Ventura added throughout.)

~Opens with shot of Elizabeth Fairchild’s card on Ace’s living room coffee table with narration beginning once zoom out of card happens. Panning to his entire trashed apartment.

Narrator Ace: It began like any other night. But little did I know a women would enter my world and change the fabric of reality. What’s real? Who knows? I just tell it the way I know it. The way it happened.

Ace: (staring at card) Smokey The Bear… Smokey The Bear! Smokey The Bear? (distressed) No, no, no, no, no-

~Gets up repeating this as he goes to the fridge where he sees his Smokey The Bear magnet.

Ace: (erratic) I can’t escape it! It’s some kind of forest fire hell! Did I commit arson in a forest in a past life?

~Ace falls to the floor whilst sliding down the back of the fridge.

Ace: (sobbing) Pet Detective… Seriously, Pet Detective? Am I really going to do this again because Smokey The Bear says so?!

~Ace’s old magnet of Smokey falls, hits Ace on the head, and lands face up in his lap.

Ace: (spontaneously and panicked) YUP!

~Ace runs over to the table, grabs Elizabeth’s card and proceeds to the phone. He begins to dial.

Elizabeth: (answers immediately with a calm unease) Hello Ace, glad you decided to call. We have business to discuss. Not over the phone though. Call at 2am, I’ll have instructions on how to meet.

~Phone clicks leaving the traditional dial tone sound which quickly turns into a horrific loud static. Ace painfully removes the phone from ear and violently slams it on the receiver. Rocking Ace covers his head from experiencing migraine/neurological distress.

Ace: (worried) What have I gotten myself into?

{That ends the introduction to my screenplay for ‘Ace Ventura: Rebirth’. I began this after reading the above article. Hope you enjoyed the taste. Comments are welcome!}

Disclaimer: Intellectual Property. All ideas and writing with the exception of; Trade names, logos, icons, and franchise names are proprietary to Jonathan LaBelle.

Electric Icarus Flow Radio

Music for thought…

The newest Pandora station for The Electric Icarus Project. Radio with an atmosphere allowing the mind to Flow…

https://pandora.app.link/mPdNnetuepb

The Internal Tools of Life

Time and events being continuity for us.

Experience and feeling that is a plus.

Thoughts control our every moment in the now.

We use these said tools to figure things out somehow.

The ways to make it through each day.

Looking for the expression known as being happy.

Another thing we can actually control.

For that also comes from mind, body, and soul.

Striving and thriving to live life mighty and bold.

Which applies for the young and even the old.

Blastoff…

The change happens quick. Back and forth like a limerick. As music and rhyme combine. Melodies flow, fast and slow. Soothsaying to the largest degree. Even if the voice moves at spitfire speeds. A new way to hear. A new way to think. With every breaking swoon and ache. In a whirlwind of ways. Floating for seconds, minutes, even days. To fix the poison of a broken life. Healing many a worry, fear, or strife. From the greatest moments along with the saddest cries too. Music is there through and through. From start to finish, the tracks of our lives deminish. Ultimately playing out the eternal album of You.

Ties of Life…

You are, therefore I am. I am, therefore you are… ~Random Pillow Thought~

“Ambition means tying your well-being to what other people say or do. Self-indulgence means tying it to the things that happen to you. Sanity means tying it to your own actions.” ~ Marcus Aurelius

Endings and Revivals (Electric Icarus Project Playlist)

Been a moment since I did a concept playlist for the Electric Icarus Project. Concept of this one is Life, Death, Afterlife, and the In-between. As usual this is a collaborative playlist. Feel free to add to the theme. It’s a wide mix of genre so nothing is taboo.

Celestial Ghost Algorithms

Written in stone long ago.

Even Mayans tried to show it so.

The satellites that naturally circle.

Ones before satellites embedded with gold and purple.

They bear messages of any new dawn.

Sending in a code for man to spawn.

Worlds, ideas, plans of sorts.

To further holding down those mankind forts.

This game is not only of bloodsport.

Sacrifice of the longer play, not just the short.

The master and giants that be, are simply planetary.

Before man-made satellite, satellite made mankind.

Hopefully knowing this there will now be more peace to find.

Pattern Sequence of Life

The sequence of consequence, a wild way to predict future events. Without a thought of the glimpse. Of what is done within a wince. Forethought coming after, once on the fence. Knowing only in the past tense. A nature of being afraid, predictably people weave this braid. Unsure how long they’ve stayed. In that worrisome mental cave. Realizing too late what they’ve unfortunately gave. Trying so hard to find peace and save. To make it back out staying brave. To sit again on that enclave. Recovering from what they once were being a slave. Questioning how close they may have come to the grave.

Events, they will come and they will go. Some going fast while others slow. This is all being part of the flow. Of that universal game we all know. The one we call the Big Show. Worry not though, this is how we all grow.

Learn to know, the pattern of Saturn and what can be gathered. From those Karmic and Dharmic events. To help foresee how your life will be spent. Think first before one vents. Act accordingly like ladies and gents. This way when it’s time for pence, it will be gold with nothing of offense. Karmic gold, for the soul. That rich payout that makes you whole. The kind carried in from the collection bowl. Never having to worry if it were stole.

Bettering day in and day out. Allowing inner self to grow stout. That way when people see they literally shout, “Look, that person has figured it out!” Leaving one refreshed for the next bout. Able to go in without a pout.

Thus we continue on with or without strife. That searing pain that can jab like a knife. Weathering past all that it is rife. This being what we come to know as… Life

Upon Coming Back to Life…

Our body is a vessel. Which holds the consciousness. Consciousness, free will, and many other things fall into a metaphysical category. When physically in this vessel we call what we do living. When not aware or fully in our vessel we are metaphysical. Upon death the vessel changes. Death is where past, current, and future collide. Creating a multitude of what is known as history. Or what is unknown and yet to come, the future. Upon dying so many times, there lies a Great Hall. In this Hall there are bookkeepers who keep the names of all you are, have been, and can be. Beyond all this there lies the gateway. The gateway is where the Source lives. Source cannot be explained or described. Aside from being the light that bears all. This including any antimatter or matter. When reaching this light through the gate, we call this phase going through the Godhead. This is when Metempsychosis begins. Why, when, and where, and the choice to come back are made here. How the person chooses to come back is determined by a series of events in sets of lives. It is also the personal freedom and choice to come back as a different entity altogether. Some people have been people and around for a very long time. Living many different identities throughout time as we know it. These repeat though. That’s why the choice to not come as a human again is there. Some prefer to relive events over and over. This is why we have history. These are the truths I can tell from my own personal deaths. Upon dying too many times in a row I reached The Hall because I had already lived almost all of my lives. I was told that my name was all over the walls. I was in every book they had. I was given the chance to come back in my current body again. The body I had died in. Under the stipulation of “I must clean up this mess.” This ‘mess’ being very cryptic to me. Now upon looking at the world and its condition, realizing the mess may be more than what I originally thought it would be. I used it from an ego standpoint and blamed myself for things I had done and thought that was the mess. I am beginning to understand the mess had nothing to do with me necessarily, but more to do with my life and everyone in it. I am working on cleaning that mess. I do it on the daily. Learning as much theology, mythology, occult, esoteric, and magic that I could. I have been successful and continue to be successful. This world that I live in and share with others I realize as a reality that it is. I cannot stress this point to others too harshly, because it’s the only reality they have ever known or could know. Even if some are obsessed with who they were in their past lives learning history. Or people drawn to specific books, movies, and entertainment that pertains to nonlinear future paths. These are moot in comparison to trying to explain how it all works. The Divine is quite real. But must be accepted as a metaphysical concept. Humans are conceptual. For whatever reason when it comes to anything metaphysical they do not like to create a concept, rather a conspiracy. Conspiracies cannot be proven otherwise they are not conspiracies, that is the fallacy. But a concept can be explained without having the stigma of what a conspiracy has, the proof. There can be fallacies within concepts while the concept itself remains. These are a few of the things I have learned having returned back into my body and having started living my life again. We are in the afterlife. Which is anything after birth. That is when life starts…

Breath of The Natural Pattern

Mudra and Prana became more than a lifestyle. It has indeed become part of a much larger pattern. One of a theological philosophy. Breath of The Natural Pattern and its polar counter part Chaos…

All inclusive of;

Moon,

Sun,

Universe,

Day,

Night,

Dreams,

Life,

History

Dharma,

Karma,

Chakras,

Yoga,

Reiki,

Shamanism,

The Logos,

The Tao,

Prayer,

Meditations,

Nirvana,

Tartarus,

Metempsychosis

and Flow…

Working directly with specific parts of that endless source of all.

Dreams of Labyrinth Proportions…

There is definitely a pattern of sorts.

This is an equal amount of Chaos to oppose the balancing force.

When prana is the breath of life.

And the conduit is you.

One becomes the vessel.

That’s what us humans do.

Being the definitive magical working time machine.

Whether wide awake or deep in a dream.

Reasoning for Purpose…

“At dawn, when you have trouble getting out of bed, tell yourself: ‘I have to go to work – as a human being.’

What do I have to complain of, if I’m going to do what I was born for – the things I was brought into the world to do? Or is this what I was created for? To huddle under the blankets and stay warm? – But it’s nicer here. So you were born to feel ‘nice’? Instead of doing things and experiencing them? Don’t you see; the plants, the birds, the ants, spiders, and bees going about their individual tasks, putting the world in order as best they can? And you’re not willing to do your job as a human being? Why aren’t you running to do what your nature demands? – But we have to sleep sometime… Agreed.

But nature set a limit on that – as it did on eating and drinking.

And you’re over the limit.

You’ve had more than enough of that.

But not of working.

There you’re still below your quota.

You don’t love yourself enough.

Or you’d love your nature too, and what it demands of you.

People who love what they do wear themselves down doing it, they even forget to wash or eat.

Do you have less respect for your own nature than the engraver does for engraving, the dancer for dance, the miser for money, or the social climber for status? When they’re really possessed by what they do, they’d rather stop eating and sleeping than give up practicing their arts.” ~ Marcus Aurelius

Pattern of Chaos

The dogma of both materialism and mechanism furmulate synchronicity. This can be seen as a way to refine the concept of material cause and effect, in order to explain things that don’t make sense within a strictly mechanistic world view. Like the crossing threads in a woven fabric, synchronicity and causality interact constantly, with chains of cause and effect unfolding over time while synchronicity pulls them this way and that in order to gather them into clusters of meaningful coincidence…

Call it Tao or the Logos. I call it the pattern from a source that flows. I ask not the source, for that is nigh. It started somewhere in a human mind. Out of place, out of time. A context, no explanation why. More concept’s to make us wonder our mission. Fear not, have blind faith with conviction. Always ask more for addition. Ask who, what, where, why, and how. Once these questions start consciousness begins to form now. Careful how you take someone, this much true. People are people, some days we are blue. With one goal, one sight, and a piece of mind. Time to use this ability for what we really want to find!

Venn Diagram of The Shadows…

Hypnogogic, death embraced logic. A spill not forgotten. A mess tarnished and hardened. One too many shadows to clean at the garden’s. Not necessarily what people want to do. Still are too fickle, this part is true. And in human nature the easiest is pursued. Yet with chaos comes creation. A mothering sense of elimination. When one can more than grasp a concept, but rather enjoy the thrill. One sees a Venn Diagram of Twin Peaks, The Overlook Hotel, and Silent Hill. Todash a Ka’tet would say, regardless that or a Thinny just the same. Creature’s be where creature’s go. That is part of our Universal Flow. Serving better to the parts unknown.

~ Jon ~

Upon beating Silent Hill 2:

“In my restless dreams,
I see that town.

Silent Hill.

You promised me you’d take me
there again someday.
But you never did.

Well, I’m alone there now…
In our ‘special place’…
Waiting for you…

Waiting for you to
come to see me.

But you never do.

And so I wait, wrapped in my
cocoon of pain and loneliness.

I know I’ve done a terrible
thing to you. Something you’ll
never forgive me for.

I wish I could change
that, but I can’t.

I feel so pathetic and ugly
laying here, waiting for you…

Every day I stare up at the cracks
in the ceiling and all I can think
about is how unfair it all is…

The doctor came today.
He told me I could go
home for a short stay.

It’s not that I’m getting better.
It’s just that this may be
my last chance…

I think you know what I mean…

Even so, I’m glad to be coming
home. I’ve missed you terribly.

But I’m afraid.
I’m afraid you don’t really
want me to come home.

Whenever you come see me,
I can tell how hard it is on you…

I don’t know if you
hate me or pity me…
Or maybe I just disgust you…

I’m sorry about that.

When I first learned that
I was going to die, I just
didn’t want to accept it.

I was so angry all the time and I
struck out at everyone I loved most.
Especially you.

That’s why I understand
if you do hate me.

But I want you to
know this.

I’ll always love you.

Even though our life together had
to end like this, I still wouldn’t
trade it for the world. We had
some wonderful years together.

Well, this letter has gone on
too long, so I’ll say goodbye.

I told the nurse to give
this to you after I’m gone.

That means that as you read
this, I’m already dead.

I can’t tell you to remember me,
but I can’t bear for you to
forget me.

These last few years since I
became ill… I’m so sorry for
what I did to you, did to us…

You’ve given me so much and
I haven’t been able to return
a single thing.

That’s why I want you to live
for yourself now.
Do what’s best for you.

Everyone…

You made me happy.”

Babylonian Epochs {Electric Icarus Project Collaboration Playlist}

Latest playlist collaborative effort for the Electric Icarus Project. Very ambient, hope you contribute and enjoy!

Beating Sun of a hot cicada Summer…

It was a hot cicada Summer. He walked the streets among many. His life feeling much like a bummer.

It took time but he realized. Life can be great despite circumstances and consequence. This year now seen with his own eyes.

To come back a better man. Having done everything you needed to do. Figuring out his own plan.

He was proud of the work he had done. He learned his lessons needed to do what was deemed necessary. And he did it all under that hot beating Sun.

Any Given Present…

“Don’t let your imagination be crushed by life as a whole.

Don’t try to picture everything bad that could possibly happen.

Stick with the situation at hand, and ask, ‘Why is this so unbearable? Why can’t I endure it?’ You’ll be embarrassed to answer.

Then remind yourself that past and future have no power over you.

Only the present – and even that can be minimized.

Just mark off its limits.” ~ Marcus Aurelius

Strength from Within…

“There are more things to alarm us than to harm us, and we suffer more often in apprehension than reality.” ~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca

“If you have assumed a character beyond your strength, you have both played a poor figure in that, and neglected one that is within your powers.” ~ Epictetus

Release of Shame…

“It is not the actions of others which trouble us (for those actions are controlled by their governing part), but rather it is our own judgments. Therefore remove those judgments and resolve to let go of your anger, and it will already be gone. How do you let go? By realizing that such actions are not shameful to you.” ~ Marcus Aurelius

The Paradise Paradox

Unus Mundi \|/ One World

Single concept of being an underlying unified reality from which everything emerges and to which everything returns.

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Anima Mundi /|\ The World Soul

The world soul is, according to several systems of thought, an intrinsic connection between all living things on the planet, which relates to the world in much the same way as the soul is connected to the human body.

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~ Paradoxical Paradises ~

Paradox: a seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement or proposition that when investigated or explained may prove to be well founded or true.

Paradise: an ideal or idyllic place or state.

The Savage Prime

The barbarian savage nature of the more primitive man isn’t natural at all. The name itself implies this. What is unnatural is the material order of society, and self substantial hierarchy. These concepts force mankind to fear itself. The person one fears most is that, themselves. For in their perspective, subject reality manifests such fear. From the most powerful King, to the lowest surf. That lurking dread of unknown exist. Yet the quest for truth or answers is the conundrum. A life-long quest that will not die with you, yet perceive you and what we consider time. A life learning only questions. Hence the quest part of that word. Answer is and always will be there, with no rhyme or reason why. Likewise, vice versa being the equally polar opposite. Similar yet variant and opposition. Questions feed life, life feeds death, death feats questions. Reduce, reuse, recycle, nature’s order…

Art of the Witch Doctor and Folk Medicine

Psychosomatic medicine, also known as folk magic or the Witch Doctor. An herbalist but much more. The shamen doctor of sorts. These would not only understand but accept consistent variation of talisman’s, verbal charms, and prayers or ritual. Pragmatic in the most natural style.

Any folk doctor would know the psychological view of human with nature applied. The understanding of how to correlate the internal to an external outlet. An alchemy of the mind with natural aspects. This is a traditional healer. Western medicine, or practical man-made material healing is the alchemy of science. Both coexist not to contradict, rather aid. All sides of a Rubik’s cube must be solved for completion. Mystic exists for being unknown, simply this. Potentially dangerous, yes. Only because people fear what is unknown. Lost or not, it’s true and will always exist.

Essence of Digestion

“For even sheep do not vomit up their grass and show to the shepherds how much they have eaten; but when they have internally digested the pasture, they produce externally wool and milk. Do you also show not your theorems to the uninstructed, but show the acts which come from their digestion.” ~ Epictetus

Tenacity with Humility

“The first step: Don’t be anxious.

Nature controls it all.

And before long you’ll be no one, nowhere – like Hadrian, like Augustus.

The second step: Concentrate on what you have to do.

Fix your eyes on it.

Remind yourself that your task is to be a good human being; remind yourself what nature demands of people.

Then do it, without hesitation, and speak the truth as you see it.

But with kindness.

With humility.

Without hypocrisy.” ~ Marcus Aurelius

“Jon~zo” Journalism ~ Nature of Time, Prana, & Meditative Practices…

Time is not only strange but must be constantly kept up with. Because when X being the only measurement undoubtedly is on a constant move. The concept of time can become difficult and riddled with variables. Down to the almost unimaginable miniscule leap second. There is absolutely an existing point we call now though. Now, which is held as the ruler of true time. A current flow, or the only true fluid state. Although consider now much like a ruler or yard stick. When taking that to the next step, a sphere, so forth and so on. Atomically it is completely rife and redundant. Life that is. Chaos being the only way to create? Yes, things can become difficult. Although given that knowledge of time think of it much like a roadmap. Only the sense of how one would view it on the bottom in miles or kilometers for distance. Life must constantly move as if thinking in terms of roads changing on an atlas. Unfortunately with an incorrect measuring marker. Its malfunction not necessarily that the measurements are wrong. More unkempt in a manor. It could be argued that it makes more sense to move into a more lunar style calendar. To the point of adding an extra month even, call it “Luna” for namesake. Yet, rather than even embrace an idea which follows so much of what Eastern tradition has known and follows. But more along what the Maya served. Personally I follow the triple chart currently, because of this conundrum. Life is organic, regardless of labels or materiels. Once something is organic there is a sense of loss. Whether that be trust or true loss, we genuinely fear this. That terrible seed of jealousy even. Music, people, scenes, anything can become obsolete. When this begins an uncertain confusion of the seasons naturally occurs. We lose track of time. Cyclically our Sun begins to set a little later or earlier, our drives feel a little different and sometime more difficult. When people refuse to acknowledge this at specific points, events occurs. Oil changes due to harvest and circumstantial problems. Materiels we become limited to. Yet now is that circumstance, and now only.
Once these problems finally become a form of knowledge, they could become more easily handled by all. Simply just by utilizing time correctly. Not so much a hassle, simple science and nature honestly. It becomes a calendar problem basically. Once we accept how to use time as a measurement, not only that tool for the past. We have begun to review. Essentially look back upon old history. With advances in technology this effort becomes easier and more precise. Can people figure out how future isn’t as important as the sense of now? That can become a terrifying thought! Future is important because it becomes the only next logical step from now. Therefore existing as the architype continuation of the form of materialistic mankind concepts. For without that concept there would be much less to mankind. Much like the old saying of “If a tree were to fell in the woods, would it make a sound if no one were around?” When anyone can grasp this concept they begin to understand things a little differently than others do. Understanding what has happened in the past, or what potentially might happen in the future is nigh if the source’s are unreliable. The reason this happens is because people become rigid with this state of mind. Stuck in knowledge. The one marker itself that no longer will matter to any correlating person around them. In fact one can change that marker, once they have realized this. Thus creating their own dilemma. Prana of any and mankind who use prana more than ascend. Any person who knows prana knows they have no idea how it works. That is the beauty of prana. That it is the child of both creation and chaos. If the prana man uses prana it must be so that prana flow continues to go in and out. By the end there is a conduct of current, with a stream that flows inward and back outward. Hence people seeing more past. Or also remembering things differently, altering timelines. Deja Vu, Mandela Effect, Synchronicity, these are all examples. It’s a dilemma of mankind, yet it is also the past of the now. Consequence of being circumstantial and materialistic at the same time. Once that gets realized, one acts more aware of the fact that nothing can happen outside the reality that is themselves. Circumstance becomes a key role in the individual’s reality. Even with circumstance it’s still a choice of what reality they want to live and decisions to make happen. Also realizing that they must utilize and be weary of this effect because it flows constantly. Much like a natural rhythm. Utilizing that day in and day out, feeling the rhythm of the heartbeat of Earth. Accessing more potential destruction as if one were to know how not to activate or potentially prevent that Doomsday clock. The paradox coming from a person actively knowing and staying aware of it. Once this is known that potential human being realizes itself, and just how powerful they have become. Only to back away on natures accord. Because no one speaks or teaches prana flow anymore. Causing what can be considered only a mere loud noise eventually. Thus accompanied with anxious energy. Try becoming an existence in itself. That practical term for meditation loosely fits contemplation better. This being an inaccuracy that is important. Void is meditation. Unfortunately, our now would have people believe it closer to our current terms of isolation, or worse disassociation. Those are real and unfortunate burdens that exist. Yet that is not meditation. The mind must actually let go. That is meditation. Which is an odd catch-22. Prana has a very strange kinship to mankind still. Forgetting how to access this is dangerous. It made people know and understand better or worse, easier and naturally. On a grander spectrum even. Essesence of the great big story. The dark matter if you will.

8/30/2020 – 00:05 ~ Jon ~

Note: Since the internet has become more a Harry Potter-esqu style Newspaper Magazine of the World. These are my articles, still opinions of only myself. In other words, “For Entertainment Purpose Only” if implied. ~Jonzo~

~ Electric Icarus Project ~

Reckoning destiny into a Pillow

Musing faraway rapt, to reckon with now. Pondering ceaselessly with no avail. Constant brainstorming is our now. It will always be so. Love is future, pain is the past. Hope is dangerous because expectation value concept. Life is the answer here…

Children, Nature, You, I, are under a watchful eye. It’s constant, yet holds no bounds. That’s the gift of life and the curse of now. Love to love means to stay alive. For without this thought all concept begins to die. ~ Jon

Inner Workings of the Opinion

“You always own the option of having no opinion.

There is never any need to get worked up or to trouble your soul about things you can’t control.

These things are not asking to be judged by you.

Leave them alone.” ~ Marcus Aurelius