I'm going to be rich

Was walking during lunch break after picking up a tuna roll and seaweed salad when I decided to cross the street. Just then a beggar comes strolling behind and kindly starts talking about how he is diabetic and needs money for whatever...anyway he got me to offer up some change cause I've been feeling like 'why not' help a human out even if their story doesn't make much sense. So I grabbed out a couple quarters and a nickel and think, 'damn, why couldn't I have brought out the pennies?! That way I would have at least looked I was trying to be generous but just didn't have much on me at the time. No, I bring out the quarters, the big ones.' Well I gave him one of the quarters and the nickel and kept the other quarter for myself saying, 'this one is for me', and then I looked at the quarter, then at him, and he was already one to his next victim.
When I walked up the stairs to my apartment I saw the book that I ordered had come in! Prometheus Rising by Robert Anton Wilson. Started reading the first chapter and at the end of the chapter is a exercize for the reader to participate in. The exercize is to visualize a quarter and then imagine seeing that quarter on the street. Look for it where ever you walk. See how long it takes you to find it. The first time can be reduced to 'selective attention' meaning that there lots of quarters out there waiting to be picked up so it was just a matter of time till you found one. Try the exercise again this time believing you control the destiny and manifest the quarter into existence. See how long it takes you to find that quarter. This one is a practice in mind over matter, that minds creats everything. It goes on. One thing, a quarter is with me. Now to see if I can find one out there.


Exercize 2: I tried doing this in my living room with the lights turned off and no disturbances, trying to keep the mind focused on the questions posited by the exercise. I quickly lost track, hence me deciding to write it down in finite form so I can actually see where I would have gone.

Question and Answer : A Typewritten Meditation

The excerise is regimente of questions you are supposed to ask yourself in a natural way, a train of flowing thoughts. The first one goes..'I"m sitting in this room doing this exercise because...(my answer)I'm reading this book that is telling me to and I'm up for a game of participation. The more you put in the more you get out right? ~It asks to list as many 'causes' as you can think off. More would be because a friend of mine is reading it right now and I want to be able to have a conversation with her about it. It sounded very interesting to me when she was describing it and I wanted to know more. I've always wanted to read something by RAW and felt this was an opportune time to start. I've liked what he's had to say in videos I've seen him in. I'm in this room because it is the room I began reading the book in and it has a comfortable rug on the floor so I can sit my ass down on it and turn off the lights and feel undisturbed and isolated and quite. I want and am willing to play along with any suggestive game that offers the chance to help me explore my mind and potential.

Why did you buy this book? Because aforementioned friend was talking about it and I'd wanted to read Wilson for sometime, this seemed like the time.

Did somebody recommend it? Yes.

How did that person come into your life? Via the internet.

If you just picked the book up in a store, why did you happen to be in just that store on just that day? I ordered online so I wasn't in any store when I bought it. I do actually participate in tangible reality functions by the way.

Why do you read books of this sort-on psychology, consciousness, evolution, etc.? Because I have a very thirsty brain with a unquishable thirst for learning and growing as a human being. I feel it is a main point of being here on this planet in this body, to learn and exceed and go beyond my self-imposed boundaries, to surprise myself in going past those boundaries and finding new levels of consciousness. My most favorite people are people associated with these fields, it seems inevitable that I gravitate toward this arena?

How did you get interested in those fields? Probably started when I first began taking LSD back in early college.

Who turned you on, and how long ago? I turned myself on to that direction and I attribute it to a clear moment in time when I made the conscous effort to go out and buy a book pertaining to something having to do with consciousness expansion. I bought a book called 'human potential' by nevil drury. I bought it a merlin's book store in tampa florida. It was a symbolic turning point for me evolutionary speaking.

What factors in your childhood inclined you to be interested in these subjects later? My childhood was misplaced and bricked over by lots of repressed feelings and misguided belief systems. I can't immediately recognize how anything that happened during those years helped me toward this path other than in associating what it didnt' do to lead me toward this path. Everything I have become was begun consciously, during a self-recognized symbolic time, I conote to the age 20. Till then I had little to no original thoughts or self-identity. Minus a few significant exceptions.

Why are you doing this exercize in this room nad not elsewhere? THis room is available and comfortable and I can be here and not be disturbed.

Why did you buy or rent this house or apartment? A friend of mine said the landlord had a place available on the third floor, I took a look at it, it was in awful shape but I saw the potential in it. Fixed it up a bit and here I am. The deal offered was a steal for the amount of space I have. It was a good location for what I wanted at the time to. High commerce with lots of action around.

Why are you in this city and not another? I came here to study at pafa and decided to stay becasue of the friends I built up and I began to like the city for what it was in relation to the rest of the options I saw in America. I was here. I had no other reason to go anywhere else.

Why on this continent and not another? good question. I'm not entirely sure about that one? America, despite alot of its political blemishes ,is still the easiest place for a english speaking american to get around.

Why are you here at all-that is, how did you parents meet? On a blind date from how the story goes.

Did they consciously decide to have a child, do you happen to know, or were you an accident? My parents have never come out and said, 'son you were an accident' but it was implied that I was a surprise.

What cities were they born in? Mom was born in Havana, Cuba and dad in durham ,north carolina.

If in different cities, why did they move in space-time so that their paths would intersect? That is a very interesting line to follow, the short of it is, my mom lived in Cuba at the beginning of Castro's occupation. It was either give up your freedom and everything you own to me or nothing else. They choose to flee the country and headed for America, ending up in Georgia I believe. Later in Miami, meeting up with other family there. Her father, along with his two brothers eventually set up a brick manufacturing company, which is what they had been doing in Cuba), in Plant City florida, don't know why? My father came down there to work with the city I believe? After living in North Carolina all his life.

Why is this planet capable of supporting life, and why did it produce the kind of life that would dream up an exercise of this sort? Because of nutrients and oxygen and photosynthesis, and water, and a whole mess of other things. To the second part...because we haven't evolved our third eyes yet.

A Bird Story

Descending one thousand feet per second the jocund bird dove into the metallic pond with its beak penetrating the water like a knife, piercing the bouyant surface. As it went underneath the liquid layer, the bird was revealed a new and frightening vision of what laid beneath for it saw all of its past kind deceased or bleeding from fresh wounds, some twitching in lingering agony till it finally died. The sight was a terror to behold for certain and the wide-eyed bird began screaming to go home. Suddenly a voice from beyond shadows that the bird could not see spoke, 'You are home frigthened one. But why are you afraid? This is purely reality revealed, all realities at once to be exact. You just happen to be concentrated on the death aspect, you are not allowing yourself to look through to the rest.' The shocked bird, practically about to faint from disbelief, shrugged depressingly and mumbled, barely audible, 'Who are you? What do you mean?' The voice from beyond the shadows showed its appearance, coming from beyond a jutting tree stump and said, 'Who I am matters not. I am merely here to help you. You should not fear me. What I meant by what I said was exactly what I meant to say by what I said. Perhaps if I turned out the lights for you, then you could see more clearly what is really here instead of only what appears before you.' So the voice, which had no appearance other than a shifting aura that could only be partially seen when in front of physical things, turned out the lights. Suddenly the bird who before was ever so terrified by the paralyzing horrors which it saw, became exalted with feelings of kaleidoscopic harmony and bliss. Yet the dead birds surrounding it were still present and visible. What had been altered were the emancipations of swirling vibrations of heightened color and miraculous blossomings of vegetation, infinite in landscape. The illumined bird began weeping instanteously from joy.

A Place Called Home

'Where's heaven mommy?' inquired daughter.
'Heaven is a made-up place some people say we go to when we die dear. Do you know what dying is?' responded mother.
'My teacher told me when we die we go to sleep for a really long time and if we're good we get to eat all the cookies we want.' the daughter replied.
'I'm going to have to have a talk with that teacher' mumbled mother under her breathe. 'Well that's not entirely true my love. When we die we don't really know what happens to us. Some people are scared by that so they make up situations that they feel comfortable with so they don't have to think about it as much. No one really knows, and you don't have to be afraid of death either. Just because you may not know what happens after something does not mean you have to fear it. As a matter of fact you can enjoy living more because this is what you do have and here we are together right now and we can go ice skating if you want to!
'Yeah!' exclaimed daughter with upmost enthusiasm.
'Meet by the stairs! Race you!'

Eating flesh and drinking blood is getting disgusting lately. Too real. Identifiable. I've become so humanized. I used to be able to devour whole bodies no problem. Example : I was just flossing my teeth and on my right index finger I have a small paper cut. I got faint when the open wound mixed plasma with saliva. God forbid I'm turning human.

All purpose, do-it-all, everything dust

While visiting a Cracker Barrel during my last pit stop I had the time to wander through their sell racks of nick-nacks and crafty things, in doing so came upon a turnstile dispenser of books from the various uses of ketchup, to ol' 50's picture books of idealism. There was one I choose to look through pertaining to the prolific variety of uses of Baking Soda. Just a couple days previous my mother was telling me about washing out stains with this incredible powder, up till then I had only associated it with baking filling cakes and such, never realizing its potential was so much more vast. In this book there listed remedies to alleviate unwanted bad breath, rust removal for sinks, alternative homemade toothpastes, detergents, floor cleaners...I was convinced I'd missed the bus on this one. This was the most versatile ingredient ever! Since then I've been carring at least three boxes for ready disposal onto any substance that has leaked, spilled, stunk, corroded, or burned. Here just take a look at their website and find what you can use it for in your own family, house, and body. http://www.armhammer.com/

With all this solicitation and jump heartiness toward this product my rationale just interrupted my over joyous enthusiasm with whispers of 'what if's', and 'proper testing' pessimism's, but then I rebut the distruster's with history, its been around awhile, surely some scientist would have come up with evidence saying this wasn't good for us to ingest when it can also be used to shine silverware. Keep bringing the hammer down.

Man dies while littering

A man deliberately dropped a empty pack of batteries on the ground today and didn't pick it up. Then he walked into the middle of the street almost getting hit by a car as he crossed, without looking.

Now, a list of virtual scenario's that I wished had happened based on delayed thinking in a moment of disbelief :

After the rude and inconsiderate man toward nature and the surrounding environment which he has forgotten that he shares with other people drops the empty pack of batteries on the side of the street I say, 'excuse me, you dropped this.', lifting the discarded trash to him. At this point several things could have happened :
1. he ignores me and walks into the street and gets hit by the car.
2. he is embarrassed and takes it back and throws it into a nearby garbage can, looks onto oncoming traffic and does not attempt to run across the street but rather calmly and patiently rests until the green light is on his side.
3. he takes the trash I give him and throws it back on the ground, walks into the street and gets hit by the car.

The ugliest truths are the most rewarding

It's hard to swallow that you did mess up. That you stumbled on the plank and went overboard, making your exit the inarticulate way. But the barer of light and truth often carries a subtle knife and sticks it in your gut even when you know it's coming. The question that bleeds from you afterward is the crucial deciding element that you are left with in order to learn something about yourself.