~ Live Acoustic Piano – Americana Photography – Multimedia Art Project ~
Recoded myself playing an acoustic piano.
All photography is taken by me. Various views I’ve witnessed throughout America.
Hope you enjoy!
These wings do not melt…
~ Live Acoustic Piano – Americana Photography – Multimedia Art Project ~
Recoded myself playing an acoustic piano.
All photography is taken by me. Various views I’ve witnessed throughout America.
Hope you enjoy!
I have broken my right hand. (3 pins were used to reset the bones)
I’ve broke my right fib, tib, and ankle
Broke a few ribs.
Got a lateral skull fracture over my right conductive hearing chamber.
Also pretty sure I broke my baby toe when I was young. Did nothing about that one.
In the process of life I have discovered many things. None as profound as the soul. The essence of reality is steady forms of vibrations. We materialize through frequency and harmonization. Like somantics the body is formed by the trinity of these 3. Along with all that surrounds us containing the natural chemical diametrical-tryptamine or DMT. A molecule that doesn’t effect roughly 5% of the world. This molecule sometimes referred to as the spirit molecule is in every living thing down to a blade of grass. The molecule which is naturally released in the brain during; Birth, Death, and Dreaming only unless illicitly used, is the breath of life without practice of prana. It is the great connector of dimensions. Time is the 4 dimension only by definition for the 3D world. An extra layer added to bind what is our lives. It is the logical hierarchy of the dimensional order. Outside what can be accepted as linear time the true existence of all begins to take place. This force moves forward to pure light or what can be accepted as big bang. An existence of something that contains so much information that it itself is the singularity to existence. This is the being of all. The Sleeping One, Abraxis, Source, Godhead, The Creator, any reference to an Almighty source of our existence. Because to fully understand one’s existence one must begin to understand this. It is called knowing God. That is why people within and without religion use this term. Where I have gone digging went far deeper than I expected. In doing various amount of research I have seen what is the true nature of all things. That being the psyche. With this aspect I mean our creations through time which have allowed for the continuance of applied conspiracy to various things. The human psyche’s use to place conspiracy goes as far back as time shows. And when I speak of this I go as far back as history allows during this time. Mesopotamian cults becoming demonology. So much has been lost in translation with Dunning-Kruegar applied. It falls on secret societies as equal as the everyday civilian. Each rabbit hole that has been dug in the 21st Century has been leaving a paper trail of madness. With the ability to research anything people still jump to the conspiracies. Enough to only listen to things they cannot look up. I understand a constant thirst for knowledge, but a conspiracy theorist lives on hearsay. Until they do the research and debunk said theory at which point they have to move on. Yet as I said we all do this. So a person who will not engage in conspiracies will create their own within their mind. Based on hearsay they believe to have been some kind of truth. This affects the psyche to the point of taking it to God. Or as some would say, prayer. But during this process the well trained mind knows it’s taking it to self. But somewhere between the Soul, and the Vibration, Frequency, Harmony Triad a communication happens. Allowing a manifestation. Depending on the energies your working with this can be wonderful or dangerous. These energies outside the self and others of this world is indeed for the most part our planets. But it takes fundamental research of Gods, Deities, and an understanding of astrology to plan this. To step into the current of a planet allows you to take on the qualities and temporarily embody the idea of the planet. Incorporate what is known as magic with the psyche and you will find the alchemy of this effect to be something powerful. Which is where it becomes dangerous. For anyone inexperienced could easily destroy everything around them. It was meant for the Gods of past. And it is what was wrote about. Abraham had been teaching astrology. Given a Bible I could not prove this truth. Give me another book and I could. Yet, this would be heretical. That is why life cannot be ruled be any one specific book by an individual race of people if we are to all move forward. There is no such thing as a completely unified religion because religion causes war. But these are the only documents that talk of Gods or an Almighty Power. So I raise the question of the paradox: Which is right? All, and none. All got some part right but none have the entire answer because it is scattered throughout other. And a sense of entitlement won’t allow a person think they might not have all the answers. Although by incorporation of knowledge of that which is all major theology, mythology, and cosmology one can better grasp the concept of God. By listening to any one religion we program ourselves to be closed minded and unaware of what the true meaning of God is. We are with that which is, it is us. Built in its exact image. Our Heaven and Hell is what we make of Life while alive. All religion speaks of metempsychosis in one way or another. Be it reincarnation in Buddhism or the reincarnation of Christ in Christianity. In sleep we only access 11 dimensions because when the brain releases its final blow of DMT we experience all we have ever been throughout all past up to our present. That is where people enter the 12th Dimension, The Godhead. They either enter the pure light, and let go. Where they become one with the universe as a pure essence of energy to be reborn again. It’s always you though. So if you feel like life is incomplete, or you’re holding onto something you’ll come back as human. Devote to making something happen that was felt unaccomplished. When in definition this is closer to what we refer to as a purgatory. Not that we are dead. We have been alive and died many times before or we wouldn’t be here now. This is the afterlife though. After we are given life. Our spirits are that of energies of people who have passed that are held onto. Be it a place, person, or circumstance. It’s a divergence of the true energy. Something horrible that’s left behind. But only because we are bound by time. Think of a dying star. It could take 1,000 years before you see that it is no longer there. So these energies that wait to pass are invoked, evoked, or stirred up by people’s fresh energy. Essentially resetting a type of statute of limitation. And this is usually done because of a conspiracy and the natural curiosity of humans. There needs to be room for Gods among people again. It’s hard to remember but that blinding white light hit you before. You cried, gasped for air, and were handed to your Mother.
Plenty to explore here. This is a playlist that consists of some favorite bands but also undiscovered material. It’s a May project for me. If you love discovering new music jump in. There’s no specific genre here. Just me using the algorithm….
Yes cliche, my Volcom shorts from 2018 win the official time stamp as clothing.
Me and my skin are older than time.
Were that not the case my energy wouldn’t exist as it does.
Who I am is always what I am wearing.
There’s never a debate about that though.
I am grateful and blessed.
Whether that be life, love or the combination of both.
Music, food, experiences, it’s all there.
We are our own worst enemies only as long as we allow it.
The reaction we use is our success or downfall.
I have set my mind to making better reactions and interactions.
One doesn’t have to fully care about a person to react with kindness.
This is even more emphasized when it’s oneself.
I’ve learned to be selfish, selfless, but have lacked at treating myself with kindness.
Forgiveness is a wonderful trait but means nothing if you cannot forgive yourself.
It’s more than cleaning up a mess from a mistake.
It’s the ability to laugh or shrug it off in the end and fully move on.
Learning from the past or mistakes is vital to human survival in any age.
Living in the past or defining oneself from prior mistakes is not proper growth though.
Growth will still happen, yet more along the lines of weed overgrowth in a garden.
Weeds are pulled and removed to keep a garden’s beauty in tact for all that has been purposely planted there.
Stray weeds are always normal for any garden and can be completely harmless.
But the garden that is full of too many requires plenty of work and possible damage to what’s trying to be grown.
I have been weeding my garden for many years unsure what to plant next.
Some might say that’s an empty flower bed.
I will say that’s a fresh flower bed ready to grow anything I want.
I saved some of my favorite seeds knowing how to tend to them properly.
Those have already begun to grow.
Now that I have an idea for how much room I have to plant I can choose what to plant next.
The soil is perfect, all weeds uprooted, some of my favorite flowers are beginning to bloom.
What to plant next in my garden of life?
Whatever it is know it will be bright, big, and beautiful.
Yes it will draw in the attention of others, that was the whole point of removing weeds.
It will be impressive, that’s for myself though.
Others will get to bask in the beauty and ask how do I grow that seed as well as you have?
To which I will advise and give pointers that will be used as future reference when tending to those specific seeds in other people’s personal garden’s of life.
If you’ve read this far thank you. It shows you care enough to hear me through. Even if we aren’t great friends, that’s a great quality and one of the kindest things a person can do. Even if I never know you read this far, you will know you have. That means something to me. You’ve blessed me with the presence of your mind and time. Two things that are priceless. That’s more than most will do these days. You are an awesome person because of this. Don’t forget that!
I am and have always been considered a natural leader. Whether I recognize or acknowledge this isn’t always a given. I have a natural charisma about myself. And when I want something bad enough I go for it. These are traits and qualities people look towards in leadership.
“Each one of you, given the right key, can solve all mysteries of sleep and therefore of death, because sleep and death are twin brothers.
The nature of a man’s dreams is determined almost wholly by his waking life, and what happens in sleep takes place in death.
The sole distinction between death and sleep is one of degree. When we go to sleep at night, we slip into a state of complete unconsciousness only because we have not yet learned during the daytime to become self-conscious in the higher parts of us.
Initiation comprises of both sleep and death, and uses these functions of consciousness in order to free the inner man for the marvelous experience on inner planes that initiation brings about.”
~ Gottfried de Purucke ~
Raspberries and/or Strawberry (It’s a tie)
Banana (Green but still edible, won’t eat if they’ve bruised or turned past yellow)
With lens upon lens to filter this place.
The one we occupy called space.
A Venn Diagram of past, future, and now.
People simply confused with the how.
Not the why, or even the when…
Only a complacent everlasting grin.
Hypnagogic always now and here.
This much has become abundantly clear.
It did not come with due time,
this part being a bit sublime.
Knowing now all will be fine,
if we flow in abide utilizing time.
A state is still a place of mind.
Something shared by all humankind.
My 9th Grade Jr. High English teacher Mrs. Crain/Lewis (she married the year I took her class). She even asked to use my writing as an example. She made a transparent copy for the overhead projector. It was a poem I wrote. The next day it was the class assignment. I asked to remain anonymous.
She inspired me to write more because she instilled confidence in me about it. Prior to that I hid my writing from people. If it weren’t for her I wouldn’t have had my poetry accepted by a major museum. And honestly I probably wouldn’t be on here either.
Every once and a while a teacher will dramatically change your life. You’ll just never understand how much until further down the road.
Started this playlist years ago. It’s now to the point of what I would consider a completion.
Clocking in over 20hrs of Chill & Ambient style music it’s aesthetic will last all day or night.
This is a playlist that can be left on for any creator as background thought music. Likewise I’ve created a shuffle algorithm that has been catered for sleeping to as well. Enjoy!
Freedom consists of the idea of a lack of boundaries with control. Freedom can mean and be so many things. Like love it very much encompasses all other logical notion that people can conceive. We exist in a world full of boundaries and we all want a certain amount of freedom.
I plan to take the liberal arts from pop culture. Pop culture should not dictate the liberal arts. Pop culture is and should be dictated by the liberal arts. That’s my belief…
Local Scene: Deep Sequence and Recycled Funk
Touring Bands: The Black Keys, Band of Horses, and The Velveteers
Upcoming 2023 Tickets:
Incubus & Coheed And Cambria (May)
Disturbed, Breaking Benjamin, & JINJER (July)
Pantera & Lamb Of God (August)
The Smashing Pumpkins, Interpol, & Revival Suns (August)
Beck, Phoenix, Weyes Blood, & Sir Chloe (August)
The All-American Rejects, New Found Glory, Motion City Soundtrack, & The Getup Kids (October)
I personally bring bags of food every Tuesday to seniors and neighbors in my community. A truck from a local church comes with food. This food is loaded into shopping carts which I take door to door. I knock, if they answer I hand them a bag. If not I drop it off outside the door. It’s scheduled so people expect them. It allows me to know my neighbors aren’t going hungry. I make nothing but a bag of food for myself. A lot of which I leave in a box to donate to others.
Newest playlist of the season. As we move closer to another solstice enjoy some inspirational tunes to write to. Very little words. Great on shuffle or as a concept.
On a bleak day.
Not dressed in the usual way.
The sun shining bright as all can be.
When a rain forecast was told to me.
I picked up the strength.
I went further than usual length.
To pick up sorrow out of the abyss.
To stay alive and remember all this.
To find the piece’s of past and me.
To understand what is reality.
To find the depths and truly use width.
To remember what it is to be all of it.
To be I, the frame of mind.
To know what it is to be all of mankind.
To continue on and grow as an individual too.
To be part of past, present, and future anew.
To regain my self and know my whit.
To be proud to say I’m part of it.
Imagining a life away.
Knowing what demons to keep at bay.
To continue growth even in absence of light.
To live on every single day and night.
To manage a life I’m blessed to have.
To feel anger, happy, and sad.
Knowing things others do not know.
Getting to see the big picture show.
Feature length life at no cost or price.
We’re born into it, that’s our God given rights.
To thank the sea, the stars, and the sky.
To forever go on having a reason why.
To understand bliss and sorrow too.
That’s a big part of the script, something we can’t undue.
You will hate someone who has done you wrong. You will get upset with someone who taught you. Do not confuse the two, only one is an enemy.
Made the most current playlist on Amazon Music this round. It’s a longer playlist spanning the theme’s of a rainy day. While trying to bounce back and equally balance with what I would consider the sunshine of a track. Those more uplifting moments, if you will. Regardless, it has multiple genres. Enjoy, and happy season change!
It’s that time of year again…
Here’s to a new year of Springing Life back into reality. Don’t forget to hit shuffle, no concept album here. May all have a wonderful Spring and amazing harvests ahead!
This playlist is collaborative per usual. Welcoming any outsiders to add to the vibe.
Note: This is also the time of the year where this site has to be paid for yet again. Any contributions are welcome and greatly appreciated. Donation’s can be accepted through the homepage.
Thank you all and as always, enjoy! – Jon ~ Electric Icarus
Laughter though fun, is key to living. If you leave this body, escape this reality. You will come to find laughter lies underneath all. If you can laugh at the reality that exists outside this reality you are on track to understanding life. If a person took all dreams completely serious, how would they accept their true waking reality? We are here, we will always be brought back here. Until time allows death to no longer wake. After transcendence of the next has happened. In an eternal now, accept that this is life and it is here. Laugh about that. Enjoy it to the fullest. It’s the one infallible truth. Despite intervals of shear and utter confusion, know they too will pass. Truth and confusion come in waves. They come on strong at times, they too do pass. The key here still is…
Laughter, those heartfelt divine moment of truth.
When once lost we fall again.
Not as angels, or just men.
But as the divine bound to the flesh.
Recreating our energy never the less.
Through the colors and spheres of our eyes.
Understanding what we see and learning from lies.
To get through the deception of past.
Something that lingers in the mind, which can forever last.
The thing that triggers away as it ticks.
Allowing madness to induce all of its tricks.
Those things that infect the body, spirit, and brain.
The quirks that make people act insane.
Bellowing and quarreling with no cause.
Accepting everything for only flaws.
A great pessimist that can truly undue.
Worrying not of any chaos that will ensue.
Carrying on day in and day out.
Like and raging juggernaut tearing away without doubt.
Until a day that finally arrives.
When the madness finally subsides.
The juggernaut does what it does best.
Decides to give it a rest.
Then decides to help clean up the mess.
From a tantrum thrown that did not impress.
To switch the frame it uses its strengths.
Showing all even further lengths.
There is no limitation of the good and just.
Although bad enough tantrums can turn things to dust.
Careful for madness can consume all.
Animals, people, and masses hear its call.
Best avoid rather than make that mistake.
Of truly finding out what madness can take.
People can see it even through grime.
They call it “Reading Between The Lines.”
Here in the land of the dead.
We invoke spirit with dial-a-friend.
Ghosts unaware of our true current plane.
Working towards another place, afterlife by name.
What lies there being a way of starting it all again.
Reset of the switch, yet in a different time instead.
I, being the everlasting dimension that conquers all.
With Time; the consumer, great devourer, all creature’s fall.
In limelight or hindsight we enjoy our stay.
As living towards death is the only forward way.
An acceptance not all can willingly take.
Causing them more pain, grief, or heartache.
But even in those kind souls who find this hard to do.
Life continues on, know this much is true.
A land of the dead can become a lonely place.
As our friends and loved ones move on without haste.
No time to worry, think, or ask.
They simply do what they want before they pass.
Spending a life not living in wake.
Is key element to being here and not feeling a mistake.
Always know these lows are part of the high.
To not worry about hell or a place in the sky.
The lows are there so when the high does flow.
You’ll know when to ride the currents fast or slow.
Oh rhythm of this day.
You started out in such a great way.
Not so distant ago in time.
When I awoke and open up my eyes.
Cheerful with a great day to see.
Excited at what was still in front of me.
You didn’t really disappoint or go to waste.
Instead you tricked me and made me move with haste.
“All’s well that ends well!” so it’s said.
There have been days with much worse dread.
I ease myself and begin to calm down.
Slowly loosening a stale resting frown.
The emoting scars from a day worn thin.
A healing that only comes from rest again.
As the shadow of midnight draws its veil.
Finishing yet another days tale.
Starting the clock all over again anew.
While adding an extra calendar day too.
I will dream my plan of rising again.
Of next day’s battle with a much better win.
Focusing it into reality the best I can do.
As wake the next day is expected to be true.
It is the passion, warmth, and fire.
The longing, infatuation, and desire.
The cleansing cup that flows.
All throughout the living soul.
Material things, gifts of the flesh.
Creating memories to later impress.
While carrying the sword so bold.
Using words to breakthrough or seal our mold.
From start to finish it’s in all living things.
It’s a key to a door, a heartfelt sting.
A poke and glimpse at being alive.
We do our best after we’ve arrived.
Working to cherish it during our stay.
We enjoy our lives feeling this way…
If one doesn’t want to become mystical about visit’s from those who have passed. Rest assured knowing the brain cannot create a face for dreaming. Every face that has ever been seen, is simply piece’s of one’s waking life. We often see new faces daily, whether this is recognized or not. This could easily be at a grocery store, random people of the general population. Knowing this, also know that we collectively store away memories differently then the rest of these random faces. Regardless, one will at times call upon these within dreams…
I am a dreamer. A vast majority of my life is spent in my head. I’m very intuitive and a deep thinker. Although it’s when I become creative that beautiful things begin to unfold. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you dream too often or spend too much time in your head. Without this wonderful trait a lot of the world’s best ideas wouldn’t have come into existence. Manifesting them is only half of the work. Which is usually the easier part. I believe most everyone to be fully capable in that area. It’s finding that golden mind nugget that proves to take the biggest effort. Once you’ve got it, just go with it. Never fear judgement.
Every once in awhile we take a look at life and begin to question things. We say things like what lies between chaos and creation? How do I balance good and bad? How do I not be too intense without being too naive? The answer to all these poles and what lies in the middle is life. How you handle that is up to you. When they talk about balancing, these are the things they’re talking about. It becomes existential, yet not necessarily a crisis.
There lies a psychological closet. Everyone is aware of it. To the point where it’s a known expression. Many things are closeted there. To not acknowledge this is a problem. Not a kink or compulsion. A true acknowledgment. For if neglected long enough one’s shadow will grow into a horrific thing. This only appears when the Id is available. Any version of Ego is gone. That’s when the Shadow takes over. By denying it one loses true control. For it exists in the Id. Which is tapped in during the subconscious. This becoming a problem itself…
Understand your Shadow. Know what makes it and you tick. Negotiate with it. Know where to draw a boundary. If your Shadow is being lazy. Give yourself a day where you clean plus a day to be lazy.
This works within reason for most Shadow work. Call it what you will. It’s an unavoidable part of the psyche. Actively pay attention to it. Living alongside the Shadow is enough.
People are healthy to have an innate fear of nature to a degree. I do believe this to be similar to the reference of the fear of God. Though more of a literal extension of what people believe as their own personal fear of God. On the grand scale it is basically uncontrollable. It is one of the few things that people seem to underestimate. People will get; sunburns, lost in the woods, accidently start drowning, trip and fall, ultimately make every kind of mistake conceivable to a person’s mind. All being done completely on accident simply because they disregarded the nature in front of them. Nature in itself is a strange term to try and define. To describe it in a sum of words: The external components in life around us that we don’t control. The cause and/or our surroundings. As in the phrases “It was the nature of things.” & “I didn’t know the nature of their behavior.” It’s not the fear of the unknown. Quite contrary actually. More a fear of what people know might happen or chose to ignore.
Once only black starlight was all to see.
So sunshine was added to reality.
Fractals of light to fill this place.
All around, not just in the void of space.
To grasp and understand speed.
And what it takes for a need.
Pushing and pulling in unseen waves.
Causing inherent light life to pave.
What we do and shape why we say.
Knowing what heeds to pay.
As life moves around what we are and see.
Part of a light frequency reality.
Hyperthymesia in people with High Accurate Memory Recall may be the best catalyst in the fight against Alzheimers disease. It will require the patients to explain the way memory application and memory recon works. For once we understand how the memory functions work in certain people we can begin to identify the source of how to fetch memories. For example a person with better mnemonic memory methods may function better with mnemonic prompts. As compared to a person with Eidetic memory who would benefit from a memory fetch of “What did we do on this X day at X time” snapping them out of spells of memory loops. There is only a fraction of people with Hyperthymesia and I do believe this to be the same idea as what a person with Alzheimers suffers with full lucidity. I also believe that the Beta function is beyond that of someone with with extreme Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Hence why this can be ruled out in certain personal ways with every individual who has Hyperthymesia. Once we understand the ways Hyperthymesia works in memory recall we begin to apply method to all people, not just Alzheimers patients. Thus allowing a start for understanding how to handle how we are taught in schools, home, and with peers.
When the universe understands that you know that it responds to you while knowing how to respond back, one opens a line of communication. Not what one can consider open dialogue. More of a primal state of banter. One must appreciate the universe for all it is, while in direct communication. Prana and the Divine can be vaguely explained through technique and metaphors. When applying these practices, rituals, traditions, and methods one must remember the omnipotent presence of universal cause and effect. Much like the safety switch on a weapon we must learn to harness what is already there in a way the we can wield the power without any accidental misfires. The key to that switch relies on learning and keeping an open mind. The psyche of one is an entire universe. Therefore we are surrounded by billions of universes here below, before we even look up to the heavens above. Every living thing contains a universe within the universe that is in front of itself. Becoming more than social communication at a certain point. It does indeed become about the harmony, vibration, and frequency one gives off. Only on a much smaller scale than that of what most want to believe. For we exist in a world where we create worlds. We do it in many ways, shapes, and forms. Imagination is what separates man from beast. Most would argue it is intelligence. Yet intelligence is fundamentally seen throughout the animal kingdom. Imagination though, that’s a different concept.
Happiness is there to always take a peak
For not all is truly dark and bleak
Even if or when we decide to preach
Fire and brimstone while using our speech
Because with each of us deep down inside
There is still plenty happiness to find
In humankind or animal alike
We still understand this happiness spike
Endorphins, dopamine, serotonin to the brain
All helping make life a little less insane
Finding meaning, reason, or a way to go
As we manage our peace in this universal flow
Taking in each breath and every day
As we continue to encourage our everlasting way
On the path of now as we decide to chose
While playing extended games of win or lose
Life is an experience.
In this experience we learn.
Be it through academia or past lessons, our job is to share the experience.
That way while other’s have their experience, we enhance it to make it better.
Resulting in greater experience on a much larger scale.
So you can enjoy your experience.
While other’s enjoy their experience.
To experience life is to be alive.
With time as the experience collector.
Grains of experience collect at the bottom of the hour glass.
We flip one over to begin any new experience.
Wiser and more kind to situations, we share our experience with gratitude.
On and on until the day we experience death.
Upon which we truly find out what we experience next.
Story outline to horror trilogy. No real dialogue, only simple plot outline and story for Part 1, 2, & 3. These will be released as individual titles.
We open on a group of girls around a fire celebrating with cocoa and ayahuasca. Two girls stray and become lost in the desert. While tripping one friend becomes severely ill before resorting to cannibalism.
Title Card: Chocolate Death Ceremony
The girl who resorted to cannibalism has been infected by an infectious strain of cocoa. She wanders the desert rabid like during the opening credits.
We are brought back to the other women around the fire. Still laughing and celebrating until one begins to vomit. Another woman tries to reassure her that it is all natural and to purge as she should. The woman looks up with an inhuman glare and attacks. She goes right for the brain. The others startled, run. One taking off alone. While two couples of two together, run separate directions.
The first couple of two doesn’t make it far until a similar situation occurs as did in the opening credits. Only this time the trip is very real.
The loner becomes sick and starts to go into a crazed frenzy after vomiting. Taking off wildly, like a feral human into the desert.
While the other two are wandering one does begins to change, but the other realizes So she runs.
She is pursued through the desert until she finally kills her predator.
The sound draws the feral one in.
She draws the feral one into a cavern. Eventually crushing her with a boulder from above.
It is after this point she realizes that she was the only one who didn’t drink cocoa because of her severe chocolate allergy.
She starts to navigate her way back through the desert.
She sneaks by the fire to notice the original attack she saw with no predator. A body mangled, yet with only the brains removed.
Aware and alert she makes her way through the night towards town.
As she approaches town, she sees the girl from the opening credits at a chain link fence outside an industrial building acting erratically.
She attempts to go unnoticed. But fails as there is nothing but sky and sunrise as a backdrop.
She makes it into the building only to be pursued throughout. Ends in a rooftop struggle with her tricking her cannibalistic friend off the edge.
She leaves, gets to the sheriffs off where she is discarded as completely insane.
Makes it home to turn on the news and find that not only has her other friend turned as well, but made it into town. She sighs, shrugs, turns off the TV, locks the door, and collapses on the bed. Just as she falls asleep there’s a beating on the door. She opens her eyes. Fade to black.
We are immediately brought back to our main character, Joanne.
She is brought in for tests and questioning.
The only thing she knows that she did different was not ingesting the chocolate during the ceremony, unlike everyone else.
She goes out to the spot where the fire ceremony took place.
Joanne shows them a plant and explains to them that the woman running the ceremony said it was cocoa and that they all should do it and that she had to decline for fear of an allergic reaction.
The scientists not saying much but acting upset and whispering eventually approaches her. He explains that they’re going to need to perform some test on the plant before she can be released. That it was indeed a cocoa plant, but that it is unlike cocoa plant they have ever seen.
Title Card: Chocolate Death Disease
We are brought back to our infected person wreaking havoc on town.
She is finally shot and taken out after much damage to many people.
All the people are brought into the hospital. Each suffering bite marks and various injuries.
Then it begins, one starts vomiting and attacks another. All hell breaks loose in the hospital.
We are brought back to Joanne in holding. An Infectious Disease Doctor, named Fred. Along with a Neuroscientist, named Reynold enter a bunker style quarantine room. They begin to explain to Joanne how the flavonoids of the cocoa plant had been in a mutation the night they ingested them. It appeared that the plant itself had been trying to ward off an intrusive species of some sort prior to their ceremony.
Unfortunately those plants didn’t even make it through that same night she had. They explain the correlation of chocolate and the brain and why they think the victim’s brains are being eaten. It is at this point she is told that she is completely healthy and that there is no more they can do with her. As she is about to be released a guard appears and says to all three of them, “You’ve got to see this!”
On the news the hospital is up in flames and people are running and screaming. A crazed person in a hospital gown runs around until reaching the camera and knocking it over. At which point all that can be seen is grass and the caption of ‘Are Zombies Real?’
All three look at each other. Joanne responds with a quick “I have nothing to do with that.” At which point they ask for her help. Wanting details of what she did before, to survive the night how she had.
We are brought back to the town where chaos ensues.
The police exit a riot van and begin attacking all citizens including the uninfected, because of the frenzy. This causes a complete uproar with all those that are uninfected.
The town quickly splits into two factions after a majority of infected are killed. Based on obvious town politics and unknown prior traumas the decision happens easily.
We’re brought back to the three in the bunker where it is determined that nothing, but luck, skill, and brute force was her ally that night.
As soon as they begin to devise a plan, they are told what has happened during the day they’ve spent talking
We’re brought back into where it has turned to complete anarchy. People looting and raiding. Police and civilians fighting. Random attacks from the infected all throughout.
Our three main characters walk out of the compound to a sunset of burning skyline with the city ablaze nearby in distance.
“Well so much for that idea” Joanne says.
Fade to Black
We are brought into a fast action montage of our three main characters weaponizing and gearing up.
Title Card: Chocolate Death City
Our three main characters are walking through what used to be a normal town. Buildings on fire, alarms going off, and broken glass everywhere. Making it look as if it had been abandoned long before a week prior.
We see the skill of the Fred the Doctor first, as he enthusiastically uses an axe to behead the infected.
Next, we see the knife skill of the Reynold the Neuroscientist who begins to throw scalpels at an infected attacker. Three throws: left eye, right eye, heart. The infected attacker falls immediately.
Finally with Joanne, we get to see her skills honed again as she reuses the same knife, she used in her first kill.
Then we are brought to Geneva, Switzerland where they have taken notice to the growing situation. They are in talks of completely nuking the town. Waiting on permission from the president.
At this point the Reynold receives a phone call. Upon answering, it is a friend from Geneva explaining exactly what was explained about the nukes and waiting on approval.
The Reynold hangs up. He begins to try and explain, just as they are ambushed by the first full group of zombies they’ve encountered.
They all three barely escape with their lives, only to hide away while the infected wait outside.
During the wait the Reynold explains what is going to happen.
It is then that it is revealed that Joanne is the daughter of someone high in the political ladder.
She makes a quick call to get an answer only as the Reynold’s phone dies.
They must escape the horde of zombies to find a phone.
The horde has grown from the sound of other zombies.
The Fred and Reynold begin talking about herd behavior and hive mind and Joanne shuts them up by reminding them they’re about to be nuclear waste if she doesn’t make a phone call soon.
They leave their hold up spot slowly. All go unnoticed until the Fred’s axe falls, alerting all zombies nearby.
In a sacrifice Fred puts up a good fight so the others can escape, but does die by horde.
Upon reaching a house they try to go in only to be welcomed by shotgun fire from behind a closed door.
At this point a group of radicals come out in Mad Max style gear as if the apocalypse had already happened.
They are chased off and run near the police station. Where they are immediately no longer followed upon reaching a specific street. The Mad Max dressed people turn around and walk back without as much as a taunt.
They discuss how strange that was and approach the police station.
They are met with force by officers in all riot gear. They are called vagabonds and left beaten outside the police station.
Joanne helps up Reynold who got it far worse due to his tall height and stature.
They stagger together toward a gas station that appears unoccupied.
Once entering they are immediately aware they are not alone by a smacking sound from behind a shelf.
They try to leave but Reynolds’s broken leg knocks over a can. A crazed infected person pops up and lunges at them.
Reynold is bit. Joanne completely snaps. She grabs a doorstop and smashes the attacker’s head until it is nothingness.
Reynold coughs, he and Joanne share a moment together before dying.
Joanne makes her phone call behind the gas station counter.
As she exits to go to her extraction point, she walks over the Reynold, badly injured he still turns too. Pathetically he grabs at her legs. Joanne stands there looking at him pitifully with a tear in her eye, before turning and walking away.
As a helicopter lands an infected crazed attacker from a far distance run towards Joanne. She never breaks stride in her calm walk, as she throws her knife with a perfect head shot. Ultimately leaving the same knife from her first kill into her last. She calmly boards the helicopter. It takes off.
As Joanne flies away, we see her smiling while looking very uneasy. Completely bloodied up without having a scratch. Then way off in the distance a mushroom cloud appears. She never makes a flinch or loses the steady uneasy smile. Looking deranged, yet questionably still human.
Fade to black
In the works of being turned into a screenplay. I could use some help. That being said…
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We spend our youth in wait to get old.
By the time we’re getting there, that feeling grows cold.
Instead a reflection of what is days past.
Moments where nostalgia will happen and last.
Hoping for more or less time as we spend our days.
This thought process taking even more to waste.
Reflect on the times now that are true.
For that is truly the best one can do.
Try not to feed into that static loop.
For you are yourself, as an individual or in a group.
Progression is there, to not only exist.
Be proactive if thy future you want fixed.
Focus in the now, is what that takes.
To better follow up and prevent future mistakes.
Dwelling on the moments lost is not real.
For they are alive in the mind as part of the deal.
Tap into the one’s that can serve best.
But don’t forget now is the time being addressed.
Starting a new ‘This Is’ collection. It will consist of music and videos from a various specific artist. Audio video meshed and mixed together in surrealism. Spreading the sound and taste of my favorite artists through a new art form. This is the sample draft of what is to come with other artists… Note, this has pauses of album covers as segues at times to keep music flow. Future videos will not use this effect often. Enjoy!
The stars, vessels of light.
Exposing themselves in the night.
Aged past, viewed from afar.
Every time we look at a star.
Sol, our star bright and true.
Closest, to help keep us warm too.
As we spin, chart, and navigate our kin.
With Sol, a Sun of many brethren.
While our planets drift through wide, ancient spaces.
The light shines differently, creating the astrological phases.
To daily predict or better understand upcoming events.
Created by an individual source of light pattern consequence.
The Generative Law encompasses all 7 hermetic principle and is the true action to fundamentally making law of attraction happen. It can mislabeled as love, but the closer definition would be care or drive. It’s the generative function of the ambition it takes to allow the other 7 Principles to become. It is also known as the hidden law. The actual occult secret hidden throughout all the various mystery schools is the generative principal. ‘Generate what you care about’ is what people need to know that want to use Law of Attraction. People can generate a lot, attract just as much. Although if you don’t care enough to follow through with the drive, it can unfortunately lead to some rather unsavory consequences as a result. Imagine the vice versa scenario, being created only to be tossed aside. It would feel like a child getting tired of a toy. We play the roles of God’s when we utilize this concept. Which lies in the strength of wisdom and maturity. Ambition must be used wisely and genuinely care about what’s being attracted. Remember, you attracted it for a reason. Nurture and rear it, it will grow. Likewise loose ends are a common breeding ground for anxiety. The follow through is that magic moment. The continuation is the creation through evolution. The key to understanding resistance is knowing all Principles that follow The Generative Law correspondingly. For resistance exists once The Generative Law has taken place. It’s its own natural consequence. Hence why ambition and drive play major factors. There is work involved in the magic we create.
“THE ALL IS MIND; The Universe is Mental.”
“As above, so below; as below, so above.”
“Nothing rests; everything moves; everything vibrates.”
“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.”
“Everything flows, out and in; everything has its tides; all things rise and fall; the pendulum-swing manifests in everything; the measure of the swing to the right is the measure of the swing to the left; rhythm compensates.”
“Every Cause has its Effect; every Effect has its Cause; everything happens according to Law; Chance is but a name for Law not recognized; there are many planes of causation, but nothing escapes the Law.”
“Gender is in everything; everything has its Masculine and Feminine Principles; Gender manifests on all planes.”
(8) The Generative Law*
Singularity to creation. The source of any creation that applies to the 7 Principles.
Now is consistently the only everlasting moment. Not to exaggerate it with the idea of time as an illusion. That would be pure nonsense. We are indeed linear creatures by nature. Therefore this gives us the advantage, in any given now. Time allows us to have learned from the past, and to be proactive about a future. Any given future. By definition now is always one step before a future. A fleshy plane where past and future link. That is where we exist. It is proven, by what is known as life. And by living we create more past, to work on more future. Which happens now.