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desk at night

I’ve been waiting all day for the darkness to come. There is exactly one hour and fifty-three minutes until midnight. The mind can work during the day. Yes. But at night, my acupuncture specialist once said, that the sounds of the Earth slow down. The creatures become more quiet. Today was a very spiritual day for me and I’ve felt very exposed and vulnerable. But that’s all a part of living in the real world. That’s what masks are for. Yet today I didn’t feel like wearing all my masks. And the one I was wearing was very crooked. Perhaps the strap in the back was loose. I realized this most clearly when I heard myself laugh. It was a very real laugh. One that started in the heart chakra area and had both bass and high register sounds. I was talking about how I was really into sound and someone from our writer’s group said, “Brown Notes?” I could have controlled my laughter, but I would have died a little inside. So I just went with it.

An hour and forty-four minutes until midnight. I’m deleting a lot more text from this post than I usually do. A stream of consciousness diverted into a koi pond. It’s interesting that when one analyzes and ponders upon one’s own life, they call it “self reflection.” I’m not completely sure if I trust reflections. There are a lot of judgments and baggage that go along with them. I get a more honest evaluation when my dog licks my face.

I was slightly more in tune with the vibes of other people today. What’s weird is that the only thing that I can think of that is out of the ordinary is that I didn’t shave today. But I rarely shave every day, so that can’t be it. Maybe it is that I was listening a bit more to clerks and cashiers. There are conversations people have with friends and family. And then there’s what you say when you want something from a clerk. But today was a little mixed up.

The cashier at the Subaru service area, said, “Seventy-Nine dollars.” And I thought to myself, “This guy might not be having the best day.” So I handed him my debit card and said, “Here’s my credit card.” And then we exchanged a few more words. I can’t remember what they were. But the clerk scoffed. It was more like a mix between an honest friendly laugh and a scoff.

One hour and seventeen minutes until midnight. Have you ever heard someone say that people are generally really dumb? I’ve heard it a bunch of times throughout my life, and I think that those people who say that, and myself must have encountered very different people. Because I think people in general are extremely smart. Things are getting serious. I’m noticing people on Facebook who used to post status updates about silly or random stuff are now sharing information and glimpses of wisdom. Others are passing around current and important news or subtle realizations about trends and patterns. This doesn’t feel cyclical, it feels cumulative.

Never use a blog as a substitute for a journal. The temptation of the backspace key is too strong. Use a journal as well. Show it to no one except yourself. And even do that rarely.

A few months ago I got into a conversation with a guy at Jack in the Box. He asked me what I was doing and I told him what I was thinking about and writing about. He then said that thinking about the Universe was not a good use of my time. He said that in Africa there are hungry people. So we talked more and I decided to listen for a bit instead of spout my ideas. And he ended up saying something like this: What if there is a future Einstien in Africa but he just needs food and clothes? And he continued on this train of thought for a few minutes. And then after a bit I asked him, “So should we focus on feeding everyone in Africa?” And then he said, “No.” HAHA.

I remember my first journal. It was a really cool Keith Haring journal that I purchased from my job at the time in 1996 at The Museum Company. I liked it because it was hardcover and the pages inside were good paper quality and they had lines. I wanted my journal to be easy for me to read at a later date. I had sketchbooks given to me before by my parents when I was younger. But I never had a journal. Journals are for recording thoughts and ideas. The cool thing about a journal is that you can use it as a diary or a sketchbook or just vent. There really are no rules. But writing in a journal means that at least one person in the universe thinks that the information contained within it actually has some sort of value. That is why if anyone ever purchases or creates a journal for you then you should take it as a serious compliment. Because if you end up using it and write in it often…Then that means at least two people in the universe think that your information or ideas have value. And that is the beginning of a very special journey.

Forty-one minutes until midnight. I am about to embark on a journey of sorts. At midnight tonight I am going to pay a little more heed to Astronomy and Astrology and the like.

I remember living in rural Illinois as a very young person. I would walk to my friends’ houses. The walks would usually take 45 minutes or more. And I would always walk in between the edges of property lines. That way I was never trespassing. It was always so obvious. One piece of property to the next had a different pattern to the lawn-mowed grass. And quite often a thin patch of tall reeds or cat-of-nine tails would separate the two plots of land. The walk was my introduction to meditation. Meditation through movement.

An hour ago I saw a girl with the headline: “Enlighten Me” on plentyoffish. I’m pretty sure she just missed the entire point.

Twenty-four minutes until midnight. I just looked up “wisdom” on Dictionary.com. That’s a cool word. I was surprised by how the website says, “Knowledge of what is true or right…” That was interesting to me because I never thought of wisdom needing to be that specific. I always thought of wisdom simply as the mixture of knowledge and experience. So that could also include knowledge of falsehoods and absurdities.

-Tyler

Artsy Coffee Cup - click to enlarge

Here is an awesome example of some of the artsy coffee cup art that I sometimes get at Starbucks. The girl who made it is a total super-star. The guy in the picture is cool too but he made the drink, not the cup. I don’t know if I’m supposed to take pictures of the employees so I Photoshopped a beret on his head as a disguise. If you click on the picture to the left you will see the cup in FULL-SCREEN. Let’s examine it from the bottom up. The first thing you will notice is the beautiful cursive “L” for, latte. I love that L because it is so elegant and relaxed. It reminds me of a wealthy lady from the 1850’s with a parasol sitting on a bench, writing in her journal about how much she appreciates the good weather. The “WH” is cool because the H is written in an interesting way with a diamond in the middle. So it looks like it could even be an “M.” I didn’t expect to see a diamond, so that was really a plus. But the real gem of the cup would have to be the Avant-garde lettering of my name. The t is lower-case and has an almost pictographic look to it. The cursive bottom of the t looks like a leg that is running or perhaps dancing, with the arms outstretched. The “Y” is very bold and seems to symbolize chromosomes in DNA. The “L” rocks my world because it has a 1920’s style to it with the open support at the back. It has a fresh feel. The “E” is really thin and crisp and gives me the idea that I would be more thin if I was drinking tea instead of a latte. And the “R” is seriously off the hook because it doesn’t even have any holes. It just stands there like an Easter Island statue.

This photo of the Coffee Cup today really made me happy that I have a new phone. I decided to not get a phone with internet because I don’t want to be plugged in EVERY SECOND. I have seen friends literally check their Facebook status and twitter while in line for a movie, or for coffee. And that just seems a little intense to me. I love Facebook and keeping in contact with everybody, but as to quote a friend of mine, “You gotta give your brain a chance to breathe.”

-Tyler

Alternate Universe Transportation

Alternate Universe Theory is quite simply the idea that there are multiple universes existing at the same time. These universes may exist in different dimensions that may overlap or parallel our own. A few years ago, I had the idea that the human mind and soul were unique entities in the cosmos. And they have a specific and special vibration frequency or perhaps numerical value attached to them. That would help to explain why one conscious mind does not inadvertently control another beings body unintentionally. There are multiple universes, and universes branch off into new ones whenever there is a decision that is made. So if you are standing in front of your refrigerator late at night, and you are choosing between eating a pear or else a left-over piece of pizza, the universe splits into two or more different alternate universes. In one universe you eat the pear. In another you eat the slice of pizza. Perhaps in another you choose neither. And possibly in another universe you splurge and eat both the slice and the pear. It all depends on the choice that is made and the amount of options that go into it.  So going with this idea of the theory a planet like Earth with billions of sentient decision-making lifeforms on it, has many more parallel and alternate universe activity associated with it than a planet devoid of life. I call this Parallel Dimensional Density. I think this is one of the reasons why cities and places with large dense groups of people have such a “buzz” associated with them. When you are in one of these places there is an energy level that is quite different from a less populated region. This is partly because the amount of universes being created is happening so fast due to all the decisions and possibilities that are associated with them. But the interesting thing is that just because there is an alternate universe with your body in it, it doesn’t necessarily mean that your mind and soul is actually there. Remember your mind and soul has a unique signature or number associated with it. So what I think happens is that these alternate Universes are illusory, just like our very own universe. And these alternate universes are populated by illusory clones or duplicates of everything we know to exist, including ourselves. But even though there may be a universe with one of ourselves functioning inside it with a mind, that does not necessarily mean that the you in that universe has a soul. So what I think happened in my life was that during one of my near-death experiences (I’ve had at least three), my soul was transported to an alternate universe. And I am actually using a body from another universe right now. The funny thing is, I may actually have proof.

In the early part of the 2000 decade, I’m thinking 2002 or 2003 or so, I was watching TV and I distinctly remember seeing a news report saying that the actor, John de Lancie, died in a car accident. I remember feeling a sense of loss and sadness, because I really loved John de Lancie and his work as actor in Star Trek: The Next Generation as Q. I felt like he had an amazing talent and his unique charisma and intelligence was obvious through his thoughtful portrayal of his dynamic character. His portrayal of Q made me reevaluate what it meant to truly exist at a very young age. And I sought to question my life on multiple levels from then on. Then a couple months ago, I watched an episode of Star Gate SG-1 where John de Lancie played a character called Colonel Frank Simmons. I thought he did a great job and the character was very interesting to watch. But I was a bit confused because I thought Stargate SG-1 aired during the mid to late 2000’s. In a conversation with a close friend of mine about Stargate SG-1 I mentioned how great it was to see John de Lancie in TV and how much I missed him. My friend said that he was one of his favorite actors as well abut he told me that he wasn’t dead. In fact, John de Lancie is alive and has been very active in the movie business. I told him that he was mistaken and that he had died in a car accident many years ago, but my friend disagreed. So we went on his internet phone and looked up John de Lancie on IMDB and Wikipedia and it said that he was indeed still alive. This was really strange and disconcerting for me because I had seen the news report with my own eyes and ears. So today I did some research and it turns out that John de Lancie had a father with the exact same name who was an oboe player and he died in 2002. So at first I thought I may have misinterpreted the news and my memory was distorted. But there was one problem: John del Lancie senior didn’t die in a car accident. He died in his home. Yet I clearly remember that John de Lancie,  the actor died in a car crash. But knowing what we know about alternate universes, I think my soul has been transported during a near-death experience to a universe where John de Lancie was still alive.

I’ve had several near-death experiences, some of them have been more near than others. But during any of those times one of the alternate universes could have had me as dead. And another universe may have had me as alive. But if I am dead in an alternate universe, there would be no reason for my soul to still be there. And if there was a suitable alternate universe where my body existed with a cloned mind, my soul could have been transported there with ease. It would be like two cars on the road with radios. The soul that is me is actually the radio station itself. But only one car can be tuned to the radio station of my soul at a time. So when one car that was tuned into the radio station of my soul was destroyed. Immediately the other car on the road was tuned from static, to my radio station. And the entire process of synchronizing the mind/body to the soul could be encompassed by momentary flash of deja-vu.

The question still remains, why do I remember the car accident of celebrity actor from another universe? I think it is a glitch…an error. I technically shouldn’t be able to remember a previous universe that I experienced, since the mind is attached to the universe that the body inhabits. But John de Lancie’s death by car accident in my previous universe must have made a distinct impression on not just my mind, but my soul that it could never be taken away. So when I encountered contradictory information in this reality, I accepted the information as real. But I questioned the very dimension that I am existing in. Now, I understand that I could have misinterpreted information in the past and could have hallucinated this entire thing, I accept that very distinct possibility. It is much more probable that my memory was warped through experience and time. And if I was ever questioned in public about this I would cater my response to the questioner. But deep down, I know there is something going on here…and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.

-Tyler

Stargate EP Heroes Part 2 P3X-666

I’ve been watching this TV show for the past few months called, “Stargate SG-1.” It is a great show and I’ve been catching it on DVD, so I haven’t had to watch commercials. This last week I watched Season 8 and it was amazing. Some days I watched five episodes per day. That was intense. But last night I watched a ton of episodes and so I had only one left for today. Now I’m wishing I had more to watch and I’m having total Stargate SG-1 withdrawal. I am wishing I had more to watch. But I guess this is ok because now I have something to blog about. Check out the picture to the left. This picture is from a Stargate SG-1 Episode called, “Heroes part 2.” What happens is that Dr. Daniel Jackson is filming a soldier giving a message to his wife, but then suddenly Dr. Janet Fraiser is shot by a Jaffa staff blast. She dies. But what is crazy is that the planet they are on is P3X-666. I didn’t really notice that the planet was named that until Dr. Jackson slapped his tape down on the table. It is interesting that the planet that has a “666” in it is also a place where an important recurring character gets killed.

I really get into TV shows…especially Science Fiction ones. I would watch Babylon 5 episode after episode, wanting to know what happens next. But with Stargate SG-1 the relationship I have with the show is slightly different. I have learned so much about the characters and the plot and the technology that there is a dedicated Stargate SG-1 area in my brain.

Since I’m not going to be able to watch any Stargate tonight I’m probably going to eat some Trader Joes O’s cereal.

TV is pretty addictive stuff. I remember high school and I would base my schedule around when Star Trek Deep Space 9 was on the air.

After watching so much Stargate in a row over the past few days I can feel myself turning into a moron. I’ve been less charismatic when talking to people. I can tell I am annoying people more often during conversations. 33% of my conversations this week have started like this: “Yo, on Stargate…” I even made a new friend today at Starbucks because I mentioned to the barista how, “I’ve watched an entire season of Stargate in one week.” And then some random dude who I didn’t know said, “Oh yeah? Well I’ve watched an entire season of that show in a WEEK-END!” And I was blown away. Then that dude and I talked about Stargate for about 10 minutes.

I saw a girl on Plenty of Fish that said that she liked the show Stargate. But I didn’t message her because I haven’t seen the entire show yet and I don’t want any spoilers.

-Tyler