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I would love to have a chalkboard for a wall! Brings me back to my childhood!

I would love to have a chalkboard for a wall!

Brings me back to my childhood!

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Really now!?

A couple of days ago made me realize the importance of challenges.

When something is so easily given to you, you think “WHAT!? That’s IT! No way!!”

Like a fighter who practices his punches everyday. Conditions his body with circuits, maintains a good diet and positive, focused mentality.

His day finally comes where all that hard work is put to test as he steps up on the ring to face his opponent. Then the fighter knocks him out in the FIRST round within minutes without breaking a sweat.

What? What was that?!!!??!?? TOO EASYYYYYY!

Better to be over prepared than under prepared right? Ugh…i guess..however….

The outcome feels so much better when you know you toiled your ass off because you fought HARD for it. That situation that stretched your synapses to its edge. Your accomplishment feels great BECAUSE you struggled.

FUCK easy. Comfort isn’t so comforting really.

Give me something to work with, for goodness sakes! I feel all this nervousness went to waste!

Yes, I got what I wanted, but its sucks that it was LITERALLY handed to me.

Well, we’ll see where this goes!

Cheers

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“Sweet love and sunshine
If it’s all in the air
Then it’s all on your mind
Breathe baby
Come back to the world
Dig up all your pearls
Teach the boys and girls, hey

Livin in a world that’s oh so strange
Boy don’t let your focus change
Takin out the demons in your range, hey
Livin in a world that’s oh so fast
Gotta make your money last
Learn from the past, oh…”

(Fig. 1: “Glorification of the Eucharist” was painted by Bonaventura Salimbeni in 1600.) I had just crossed paths with an old man with a full white, greyish beard wearing a red bandana around his long, course hair. He seemed to be in his 60’s, maybe entering his early 70’s. His eyes were a faint, cool blue and his face, surprisingly NOT crazy wrinkled, but smooth and full of energy. He sat in the corner of a Starbucks cafe on Powell and Geary, delved in his own world of watercolor paint, a super thin brush, and Arches watercolor paper. He painted landscapes similar to Salvador Dali’s work. They were political, spiritual and captivated perfectly the ideas that wracked his brain. We got into a philosophical discussion about life and death. About realms, third-eyes, dreams and the subconscious. He rambled on and on about the books of the Bible and the lies of Catholicism. The word “Amen” came from “amen ra”, some witchcraft term that meant “to negate” instead of what we all know as, “that is all”. So apparently, prayer doesn’t work. The term “Lord” was one of the names of some idol form some ancient witchcrafty-business. Now the extent of how true everything is, of course I was skeptical. Just as I was skeptical as he asked me to join him to Ocean Beach in Land’s End to see him talk to groups flying mosquitos and make them move however he wished. No didn’t wished to go, but he went on about it anyways. See, he has “superpowers”, he claims. He has been reincarnated several times, has to deal with demon-reptilians giving him migraines. What an interesting man. I know everybody might ignore the ostentatiously, bewildering things he has to say, but this was just amazing. IS he crazy? Yeah I thought he was pretty “out there”, but nonetheless it is cool to hear how someone else views this world. I admire him for thinking this way and the confidence he has. He really knows his stuff! Anyways, I told him to write in my journal (well, for me to have something to remember him by) about anything he wished to say to humanity if this journal could be read by everyone. And this is what he wrote: “WHAT DREAMS MAY COME Belong To Everyone” - 7Y7Z Well, before I could even explain my journal, he just said that he already KNEW what I wanted from him and wrote the above. Haha…uh…not really. But nonetheless, I admired his mind. P.S. Oh and about the painting above. It is Jesus on the left with a UFO and God on the right. The old man said that was him. (Sure did look like him!) “YOU are GOD?”, I said. And without replying went back to his corner and his watercolor paint, looked up at me, put his “shush” finger to his lips and smiled.

(Fig. 1: “Glorification of the Eucharist” was painted by Bonaventura Salimbeni in 1600.)

I had just crossed paths with an old man with a full white, greyish beard wearing a red bandana around his long, course hair. He seemed to be in his 60’s, maybe entering his early 70’s. His eyes were a faint, cool blue and his face, surprisingly NOT crazy wrinkled, but smooth and full of energy.

He sat in the corner of a Starbucks cafe on Powell and Geary, delved in his own world of watercolor paint, a super thin brush, and Arches watercolor paper.

He painted landscapes similar to Salvador Dali’s work. They were political, spiritual and captivated perfectly the ideas that wracked his brain.

We got into a philosophical discussion about life and death. About realms, third-eyes, dreams and the subconscious. He rambled on and on about the books of the Bible and the lies of Catholicism.

The word “Amen” came from “amen ra”, some witchcraft term that meant “to negate” instead of what we all know as, “that is all”. So apparently, prayer doesn’t work.

The term “Lord” was one of the names of some idol form some ancient witchcrafty-business. Now the extent of how true everything is, of course I was skeptical. Just as I was skeptical as he asked me to join him to Ocean Beach in Land’s End to see him talk to groups flying mosquitos and make them move however he wished. No didn’t wished to go, but he went on about it anyways.

See, he has “superpowers”, he claims. He has been reincarnated several times, has to deal with demon-reptilians giving him migraines.

What an interesting man. I know everybody might ignore the ostentatiously, bewildering things he has to say, but this was just amazing. IS he crazy? Yeah I thought he was pretty “out there”, but nonetheless it is cool to hear how someone else views this world.

I admire him for thinking this way and the confidence he has. He really knows his stuff!

Anyways, I told him to write in my journal (well, for me to have something to remember him by) about anything he wished to say to humanity if this journal could be read by everyone. And this is what he wrote:

“WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

Belong To Everyone”

- 7Y7Z

Well, before I could even explain my journal, he just said that he already KNEW what I wanted from him and wrote the above. Haha…uh…not really. But nonetheless, I admired his mind.

P.S. Oh and about the painting above. It is Jesus on the left with a UFO and God on the right. The old man said that was him. (Sure did look like him!) “YOU are GOD?”, I said. And without replying went back to his corner and his watercolor paint, looked up at me, put his “shush” finger to his lips and smiled.

inothernews: At first I was like, “Should I post this?” then I was like “You know, water beading off of skin — here on my shoulder — is pretty beautiful.” So there. No smartass remarks, please. :-)

inothernews:

At first I was like, “Should I post this?” then I was like “You know, water beading off of skin — here on my shoulder — is pretty beautiful.” So there. No smartass remarks, please. :-)

Pushing them aside

Keep on pushing…keep on pushing…

Just because the glimmer isn’t on the right side, it will.

It eventually will.

Start.

Semi-finish.

Never finished.

It is an intricate world we live in.

Putting my chin up high and smile with my eyes even if the sadness in me is wanting to leech out.

Let the world melt.

Starting with your ears…

…then your face.

Oh and don’t give a damn!

Yeah!