Perhaps, say how lucky I am that I am not broken by what has happened, and I am not afraid of what is about to happen.
For the same blow might have stricken anyone, but not many would have absorbed it without capitulation and complaint.”
“The offender needs pity, not wrath; those who needs must be corrected, should be treated with tact and gentleness; and one must be always ready to learn better. The best kind of revenge is, not to become like unto them.”
“It is my good luck that, although this has happened to me, I can bear it without pain, neither crushed by the present not fearful of the future. Because such a thing could have happened to any man, but not every man could have borne it without pain. So why see more misfortune in the event than good fortune in your ability to bear it?” ~ Marcus Aurelius
“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.” ~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca
When checking an email I stumbled upon a Quora thread. This lead me to reading a response to a question titled “What is Heaven Like? What do you do for the rest of time?” in which there’s a fairly valid response of…
“My spirit world sources said the following about what some call Heaven, others the afterlife:
It is a beautiful place – nothing on earth can compare Colors are similar to those here, but they are more brilliant without being glaring In some areas colors appear diffused and are calm and nurturing There are not many geometric shapes and no sharp angles Everything is very welcoming & calming, with no loud or distracting noises & no storms You can choose to see a gentle rain or whatever sensory experience you might wish There is pure, unadulterated serenity There are no animals, but you can call up an image of any you wish to see If you wish to contact another spirit, you have but to think their name & get a response There is no anger or personal conflict, but there can be disagreements & discussion Spirits do not judge each other, nothing like what occurs in mortals There is no disrespect of others or prejudice The appearances assumed by spirits reflect every Earthly ethnicity, but there are no distinctions made among them and groups are not formed based on appearance Everyone is considered beautiful, which is in part a reflection of the love of the Creator that is visible in their faces”
This led me to wonder how this is any different then the dreamlike state of a person who is at ease with themselves. Not only symbolic to a dying creature but how waking reality dies daily. Unless acted upon by another force; stress, anxiety, work, sex, adventures, joy, drugs, etc.
The brain is capable of reaching 11 known dimensions every time we sleep.
(1) Gnosis (2) Spun (3) New Topia (4) Diamond (5) The Lifter (6) Another World (7) Hazard (8) Follow The Fool (9) Suffering (10) King Rat (11) Burial (12) Dignity (13) Recollection
Note: All odd numbered are songs instrumental tracks…
“I lift my eyes, I slow my gait And I never wanna see you again You leave me restless, you leave me hung You leave me coiled, you leave me
Spun, spun, spun
Awaken in a tangle of wire I slept desperate, trying to reach you You leave me reckless, you leave me sick I destroy myself and then I want it again
Spun, spun, spun, spun Spun, spun, spun
Heavy love Coiled and spun
A brute, an angel, and a madwoman A most elegant impediment Was there from the start Waiting and repeating within me Waiting and repeating My problem is their downthrow and upheaval And my enquiry is as to their working And my effort is their self-expression But I was only rock, dust, water, and ice And animal instincts all along The hyperosmia and the base sense The prodrome and the aura The shadows and the sleep deprivation The trichomes and the deliriants Cut through the fear conditioning To finally understand It was all and everything or nothing
And all and everything or nothing And all and everything or nothing And all and everything or nothing And all and everything or nothing And all and everything or nothing And all and everything or nothing And all and everything or nothing And all and everything or nothing And all and everything or nothing”
3.) This Will Destroy You – New Topia
4.) All Them Witches – Diamond
“Hey, I’m a diamond I am spinning clay I am the wheel That turns the day
I am waking To the sound of games I have never known In a world of shame
Hey, I am waking To the sound of games I have never known In a world of shame
Hail the way King Though he’s old and grey The body moves But the mind’s unchained
Hey, I’m a diamond I am spinning clay I am the wheel That turns the day
Hail the way King Though he’s old and grey The body moves But the mind’s unchained”
5.) Tides From Nebula – The Lifter
6.) Gojira – Another World
“We mock and slaughter all the purest kinds Blinded by the noise and maze, this flash in our eyes Hope for the world but prepare for the worst I’d rather find a way on my own
Another world, another place to be Other world, a new place for me
Don’t believe your lies, don’t believe your tales I’m longing for the day I will find
Another world, another place to be Other world, a new place for me
Another world, another place to be Other world, a new place for me”
7.) Long Distance Calling – Hazard
8.) Primus – Follow The Fool
“Look at that there fool talkin’ lots of shine To turkeys in the rain filling heads with brine A fancy little fool with fancy little ways Churning bullshit into butter ’cause butter always pays
But who’s the bigger fool? Is it the fool? Is it the fool who follows the fool? Is it the fool who follows the fool who follows the fool? Or the fool who follows the fool Who follows the fool who follows the fool who follows the fool Who follows the fool who follows the fool who follows the-
Look at that there fool playing dirty tricks He must be made of Teflon ’cause nothing ever sticks Dancing ’round the room while farting in the breeze Friends huff it down like it’s American cheese
So who’s the bigger fool? Is it the fool? Is it the fool who follows the fool? Is it the fool who follows the fool who follows the fool? Or the fool who follows the fool Who follows the fool who follows the fool who follows the fool Who follows the fool who follows the fool who follows-
Look at that there fool still talkin’ shine If he don’t get his way, he’ll bitch and piss and whine He can’t complete a sentence, can barely complete a thought A mouth so full of lies, you’d think his tongue would surely rot
But who’s the bigger fool? Is it the fool? Is it the fool who follows the fool? Is it the fool who follows the fool who follows the fool? Or the fool who follows the fool Who follows the fool who follows the fool who follows the fool Who follows the fool who follows the fool?
The fool who follows the fool Who follows the fool who follows the fool Who follows the fool who follows the fool Who follows the fool who follows the fool”
9.) pg.lost – Suffering
10.) Modest Mouse -King Rat
“Well! Well! Well! Well!
We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and I I took all that I desired, even crooks have to pay the rent. We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more.
And you know you know you know it all went wrong. And you know you know you know it was all wrong.
We choked on street tap water well I’m gonna have to try the real thing I took your laugh by the collar and it knew not to swing. Anytime I tried an honest job well the till had a hole and ha-ha We laughed about payin’ rent ’cause the county jails they’re free.
And you know you know you know it all went wrong. And you know you know you know it was all wrong.
Deep water, deep water Senseless denial I went down like a rag doll as you would, child Deep water, deep water Senseless denial I went down like a rag doll as you would, child
Oh, lucky lucky lucky lucky me again. I said it looks like I’ve got to use my feet again Well I just spent my last one-hundred dollars God I’ll pay my bill again
Oh, I don’t care Oh, how I just don’t care.
Deep water, deep water Senseless denial I went down like a rag doll shooken and shy Deep water, deep water Senseless denial I went down like a rag doll rat of a child
Well King rat has me on his list again I can never be on the fence again I found out it’s all loud Open like an organ and it Talk, talk, talk, talk again He promised me that when I cheated him But I could open my eye well
Deep water, deep water This senseless denial I got fed like a fish, full of open smiles Blue water, deep water Oh senseless denial I got fed like a fish on the cardboard smiles
Well well What do you have to say for yourself? I said, well well Well? I said well, well, well, well!
Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky me again. I hardly knew I should use my feet again What do you have to say for yourself? What do you have to say for yourself?”
11.) God Is An Astronaut – Burial
12.) Opeth – Dignity
“Vid ett årsskifte så upplever många en känsla av vemod Vid tanke på det some aldrig mer återkommer För andra är det ett ögonblick av förväntan Inför möjligheten att eröva det nya Andra återkänner oro Inför en förändring som innebär ovisshet Och kanske försämring Alla dessa stämningar är var för sig förklarliga Någon sa här om dagen Att vi lever I det stora uppbrottets tid
*English Translation* (At the end of a year many experiences a sense of melancholy at the thought of the things that shall never again return. For others, it is a moment of anticipation of the possibility to conquer the new. Others again feel worried about the change that will bring forth uncertainty and maybe deterioration. All of these moods are each and everyone accountable. Someone said the other day that we live in the age of the great sundering…)
Prince of lies is on his knees Holy rites, spreading the disease By his side a youthful girl Wedlocked force unfurls She’s young Far too young
Far too young
Can we dictate life with dignity? Foul agenda, corrupt in secrecy Oh no, no, no, no, no
One false prayer wielding blasphemy Price the spirit as a wanted property Oh no, no, no, no, no
Congratulations to the five men of affairs There was a purpose with this life Insinuations if she holds anything dear Then it motivates submission in his lair
He is waiting for darkness Opens the door He’s slithering
He is waiting for darkness Opens the door He’s slithering
He is waiting for darkness Opens the door He’s slithering”
When it truly begins, we think again. Not remembering, aware of a why or when. Simply accepting that there has been, a place that we’ve known and somehow brought in. We brought it into our Lives; Minds, Bodies, and Souls. As we did this we took on different roles. Asking for a grand masquerade. The real hologram of infinite Two Dimensional viewing waves. Third Dimension being the way of the people, who have seen their lives. Unravel through 2D eyes. Sometimes that can appear like strife. Stuck in 4D which is also known as Space/Time. Which classically is great way to almost end this rhyme. Although before I end it now, I will continue to say… Time without speed continues as the fourth dimension to this very day. Ascend and go higher with our mind as we can. Because we need to use our gut, heart, and brain the best we can.
Old Norwegian rune poem: “Sól er landa ljóme; lúti ek helgum dóme”
“Sun is the light of the world; I bow to the divine decree”
In Old Norse, Sowilo is known as Sol or Sig, in Anglo-Saxon it is Sigel, and Sauil or Saugil in Gothic. As the Sun, Sowilo represents the center of our universe.
In Norse mythology, Sol was the Goddess of the Sun, and a daughter of Mundilfari and Glaur. Mundilfari along with Glaur, were Giants who were the parents of both Sol and Mani (God of the Moon).
The Anglo Saxon rune poems say: “Sigel semannum symble biþ on hihte, ðonne hi hine feriaþ ofer fisces beþ, oþ hi brimhengest bringeþ to lande.”
“Sun is ever a joy in the hopes of seafarers when they journey away over the fishes’ bath, until the course of the deep bears them to land.*
Sowilo is also related to the light god of spring – Baldur (the son of Odin and Frigg).
Once the seer told Odin that his son would die at the hands of the god Hodur.
Concerned Odin told Frig about this and she take promise from all living creatures that they would not harm Baldur, but forgot about mistletoe plant.
Loki made an arrow out of the mistletoe and give it to the blind Hodur who kills Baldur by accident.
After the death of Baldur, his brother, the god Hermod, went to the kingdom of the dead to the goddess Hel with a request to release the most luminous of the Aesir.
The Mistress of the Dead agreed, but only if all living beings mourn Baldur.
The insidious Loki turned into a giant and said that he would not cry, so Baldur would remain in the realm of the dead until Ragnarok came and he was finally reborn from the dead.
This is the rune of victory, courage. To carry out your plans, you will need some level of aggression. You will be able to achieve success and fame. The rune supports in acquiring new connections and contacts, in friendship and love. All this will be permeated with the energy of creativity. In medicine, it is able to destroy, “burn out” the disease.
However, it should be applied with caution to those who have already activated the energy of fire in its negative sense: increased temperature or pressure, exacerbated chronic disease and in the case when there are inflammatory processes.
In practice, Sowilo has often helped in resolving legal issues, but unlike Teiwaz, the rune does not require you to be fair and right in the situation. It is able to fill a person with energy and strength to achieve his plan. But you must not forget about the balance, energy cannot come from emptiness, therefore people often feel tired and sleepy after the rune work ends.
The use of the rune in formulas is universal, it can both heal and harm. Often it is acts as the main rune, which does the main part of the work, and the rest, only indicate the goal and consolidate the result. Sowilo action in the formulas can be described in two words – burning and energy.
Hávamál, Stanza 68: Fire for men is the fairest gift, And power to see the sun; Health as well, if a man may have it, And a life not stained with sin
Short about Sowilo:
Grants strength and success, fertility and healing.
Promotes the accumulation of mental energy to increase magical potential.
“Cleansing” of the body’s energy centers – chakras.
Will clarify an unclear situation and push you to the right decision.
Capable of transforming negative spiritual experiences, turning painful experiences into a solid foundation for further development.
Independent music for the independent individual. New Moon Music for Leo Season and those Dog Days of Summer still ahead. As we wrap another season up to begin moving forward into the next year ahead more motivated with better days!
Those who call upon on a name, do this not in vein. For not all must not be slain, because a source of pain. Any guilty pleasure should not overrule this measure. Success and adventure do not come as a type of tenure. Rather a path that lasts, defying all past or future to come. One that betters more than a few sum. All can reap the benefits of staying meek, while not appearing or being weak. For there lies the ultimate strengths, that most search in extreme lengths. Like harnessing the power of the Sun, that mission is not for everyone. Sit back now and enjoy fun, please don’t go and jump the gun. For ye know not of what thy eyes see. This is more than a you, me, or we. The culling has long ago begun. Let others do work, theirs that must be done. This is the solace, the peace those seek. Directly in front of thee, yet no one speaks. Do not wonder where those become strays, for those will only be darker days. Instead seek out the light. Even in the dead of night. Each has a calling to their name, which can feel quite insane. Listen to that deep spot of soul. It is the way to fill a personal hole. A void all can feel, something very rarely revealed. This fun, this world, it is all a pearl. Look at it, give it a twirl. That dirt and grime eventually hardens and shines. Riches of man not only are found below and above, yet more importantly in the current life we love. Use that for which you seek, otherwise all becomes bleak. All holding tightly to the grail, one must look past this veil. For any action can be seen, in a small daily routine. Work dutifully morning, day, evening, and night. Just do not give up that fight. Find your space. That personal place, where you may have that taste. Of all that’s to come. All that will be won. The spoils of life are plenty of fun. Though let there be no haste, for that would be a waste. Of life; a life still unknown, for we are not fully grown. Society has its wants and needs. Those are not for the soul to please. That requires what others will not see, do not let this discourage thee. Stay strong and tenacious to the end. Watch who you might call a friend. Plenty to steal from a glass, this my friend’s will not pass. This is what is called a loop. Stand up off that stoop. Be what you’ve always wanted to be. This being personal advice eye hope you can see. For this reality is the waking dream of we… 1/3/2020 @ 3:03 – 4:04 AM ~ Jon ~
✓ Start each day with 2-4 eggs cooked in olive oil.
(A reasonable amount of seasoning is fine)
✓ Make/Begin drinking low dose of instant coffee (no cream or sugar). Making sure to save some to drink with eggs.
(This will begin to super start your metabolism for the day)
✓ After coffee is finished eat a banana.
(This; nourishes the body, helps keep the metabolic effect going, adds potassium a natural electrolyte, while also keeping mass on the body)
✓ 20-30min after the banana is finished (enough time for digestion to begin) start slowly drinking the kombucha.
(This adds extra caffeine continuing the metabolic rate while allowing gut flora to reproduce. The banana is a prebiotic and the kombucha is a probiotic. 90% of serotonin is produced in the gut. This helps aid in a more natural sense of overall wellness. Be warned if the gut is full of junk that it needs to rid itself of, the body will. This can result in diarrhea for a brief period which is part of the weight loss process and a natural detoxification process.)
*Kombucha can be drank every other day or just twice a week if this is an issue. Also make sure to drink plenty of water and electrolytes if this occurs.*
✓ Next throughout the day eat only celery and drink cold water.
(Celery takes more calories to burn than it actually has simply as a food itself. Water also has to be warmed up by the body which also burns off even more calories)
(✓) Mid-day have another cup of coffee for one last quick metabolic boost and energy recharge.
*This part can and should be avoided for people sensitive to caffeine.*
✓ By Dinner you’re going to be extremely hungry. Eat plenty of grilled chicken on a large bed of brown rice and broccoli. Again, a reasonable seasoning is totally fine.
(Broccoli helps as an anti-inflammatory and brown rice will fill the hunger without producing the same starches other rice does)
– Ground turkey can be used as a substitute as well. Essentially a dirty rice style dish with broccoli. (If you’re on a budget this is the route to go) –
~ That’s it, it takes little to no time at all. Quick tricks I learned. I expect no one to just dive in to a diet head first. Also it’s not a diet to do everyday. It works good in knowing a decent life hack on how to shed some pounds quickly. It has worked for me. That’s all I can say. I do know one thing. I am in tune with my body. But every body is different…
That being said anyone who actually tries this and doesn’t see results, please stop. This genuinely might not be for you. Although if anyone does try and they do see results, please leave a comment below and let me know how effectively it worked. I ask no one to try this. But anyone who decides to and has an experience they would like to share I urge that they do. Thank you, love yourself and enjoy your wonderful body. ~
*Disclaimer: This diet is not approved by the FDA. It is science I have personally done with myself and has not been tested by or on anyone else. People that choose to use this diet or any variation of should keep nutritional supplements and/or meal replacement drinks/products on hand to avoid any malnourishment. Again these claims are made on behalf of one person’s personal experience and the science based research done by said person. What works for one individual does not always work for another. Anyone who decides to try this method or any variation of does this/that according to their own free will. Leaving myself the author, and any owned names/entities non liable for any legal action to be taken against for all intents and purposes. – Jonathan LaBelle (Electric Icarus) 7/11/22*
“The Universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.” – “Your mind will be like its habitual thoughts; for the soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.” – “When force of circumstance upsets your equanimity, lose no time in recovering your self-control, and do not remain out of tune longer than you can help. Habitual recurrence to the harmony will increase your mastery of it.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
“Adopt new habits yourself: Consolidate your principals by putting them into practice.” ~ Epictetus
“When you run up against someone else’s shamelessness, ask yourself this: Is a world without shamelessness possible? No.
Then don’t ask the impossible.
There have to be shameless people in the world.
This is one of them.
The same for someone vicious or untrustworthy, or with any other defect.
Remembering that the whole world class has to exist will make you more tolerant of its members.” ~ Marcus Aurelius ~
“Men do not care how nobly they live, but only how long, although it is within the reach of every man to live nobly, but within no man’s power to live long. ~ Lucius Seneca ~
“Do not try to seem wise to others. If you want to live a wise life, live it on your own terms and in your own eyes.” ~ Epictetus ~
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.
“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
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!”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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 are 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…
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.
“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
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!
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.
