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Little things in life do matter. Take your Starbucks cup for example. If your barista takes the time to write an “L” on the bottom to stand for latte that’s one thing, but when they write your name in some ornate way and maybe draw some designs that a whole different animal in the ecosystem of beverage art. And that little bit of extra time and attention makes me feel special. It really does. Not everyone gets an extra special cup with, like today, a cup with a nice spiral swirl at the end of the letter “L” in the word Tyler. And the “R” was all fuzzy and funky looking, as if it had been SHOCKED with electricity! At least 3 people commented on my cup as I drank my Latte today. In order to get a custom name drawn on your cup you need a few things. First of all, you need to be nice to the Baristas at your Starbucks. If you are mean to them and annoy them they will probably draw the information on your cup in a colored pencil or crayon. Or else they won’t write your name at all. The next thing is to make your Baristas laugh every once in a while. Remember, they are human beings too. So if you can add a little something to their day you will probably make friends faster. I personally like to make friends wherever I go. And here is the most important thing, if someone does go out of their way and they draw something special on your cup say something about it. Saying nothing is like buying a piece of artwork and when the artist asks what you like about it, you say, “I don’t like it, I’m buying it for the frame.”

So when I walk around town and I have custom name art on my cup I feel more special than I do than when I have normal cup. The only problem I have is that I eventually need to throw the custom cup out. It is like throwing away a piece of art. It is a painful experience. A little piece of suffering that happens everyday. I guess it is kind of like a nice haircut, it is only a temporary pleasure. In time it will all change.

-Tyler

Tyler Balding

Family members are really great. They remind you of things you might never have thought of. But for some reason my brother cares more about my thinning hair than I do! He makes a really big deal about it. He says that I no longer have a fore-head, and now I have a “Five-head.” The reason for this is because he said that I can take all of my fingers in my hand and put them on my head and not touch any hair because my hairline is receding. Do I really want to be reminded of this stuff? I got bigger fish to fry than loosing a few hairs! It would be OK if he reminded me about me loosing my hair every few months or so. But it seems like every other time I see my brother he mentions how I need to invest in Rogaine or some other form of hair loss prevention treatment. This is such a total scam. I am not going to spend money to try and coax my follicles into making more hair. And I surely don’t want to do that hair transplant stuff. If I start loosing my hair on a massive scale then guess what I’m going to do? -Buy LESS shampoo! Why? Because I won’t need as much that’s why.

A lot of men get scammed into doing ridiculous things with their scalps because they think they are less attractive to women if they have less hair. If you are in that camp let me break this down for you real quick. Instead of spending your money on hair regeneration products and treatments, spend more money on women and earn more money and make it very clear that you are interested in spending your money on women. TRUST ME. You will have no problem meeting a girl.

Just the other day people called me, “Salt ‘n’ Pepper” and I asked the guy why and he said it was because I had so much gray hair. I thought to myself, “You have about as much charisma as a rock!” This is how you’re going to solidify our friendship, by dissing my hair. I personally think I look rad.

-Tyler

Barfing Pumpkin

I barfed yesterday morning. It was bright yellow. I felt like I was puking up battery acid. Then I slept for the entire day but my neck was really sore. I must have had some kind of 24 hour flu or something. I tried to watch and episode of Stargate SG-1 but I was too tired. So I ended up going to bed at about 8PM. Now today my Dad wants to get sushi. I’m not sure if eating sushi is the best idea but hey! Today when I bent my neck it popped several times, and it was very loud. There must have been a lot of built up tension in the neck.

The big dots are Nexus Points

A nexus is Latin for a “connection.” I have had this experience…a feeling as if I am in such a state of clear consciousness, that I can see through a long cave. And the cave is made of myselves, at different intervals of time and space. And I can see layers of being. Have you ever been in a cave or a long winding passageway where the turns make it so you can’t see the other side? Well that’s what life usually feels like for me. It feels like I don’t exactly know where I’ve come from and I don’t know where I’m going. But during this Nexus experience, I feel like I know not only where I’ve been and where I’ve come from; but I understand all the steps that brought me there. It is the same feeling for the future. The future seems to become less like an unknown and more like a clear decision that is guided by my will and the ground is paved by destiny. It is a long winding cave with many mirrors. Then I see a certain point in the cave, and the entire cave itself starts to change shape and straighten out. And I am able to see the mouth of the front entrance of the cave, as well as the distant exit. I remember when this nexus happened, I felt like I could breathe. I mean really breathe. It was cold outside and I could feel the air filling my lungs. The air tastes clean and crisp and almost minty.

It took a great deal of discipline to read that nexus point. I ate a vegetarian diet and exercised regularly as well as engaged in Kundalini Yoga. Part of that was synchronizing the body with the mind. By doing breathing techniques and eating well, I could feel my body very clearly. It isn’t how I’ve been feeling lately when I’ve been drinking lots of milk and caffeine, basically being a blob. There is a great deal of energy that is exerted when we do anything. Even something as simple as taking a walk around the block generates heat and burns a few calories, brain activity increases, oxygen intake changes. I have read things that say that people can change things and attract money and other pleasures by thinking about it. That makes a little bit of sense because using your brain is really the first step of attaining any goal. But it is the actual action that gets the ball rolling. When I entered the nexus point that I mentioned earlier, I was engaging in a lot of physical actions that were centered on my mind and body and spiritual well being. I was actually spending time on those areas of my life. And that is why I think I was able to enter the nexus. Because I worked for it.

I remember that I could only stay in the nexus for a short time. I wasn’t really ready for the sense of control and power that I was feeling. It was similar to walking on a tight rope with the wind at my back. I didn’t trust my sense of balance, so I decided to crawl across the rope instead of walking briskly.

Recently I read something that said the night is when the work gets done for the person who is trying to affect the invisible world. I couldn’t agree more. There is something unbeatable about working alone in the darkness. It is just you and your mind. Whatever distractions that come to be are usually deliberate.

So recently I have been feeling this nexus state. But instead of a physical feeling that is attached to the breath. This time it more like a premonition of the future. It unfolds as I examine statistics  and go over details. Instead of a cave that I can almost see. There is a distant place growing. A city perhaps. But it is changing and adapting. And I know it is somewhere. We are linked, as if through simple connections. I want this place to exist. So I work methodically to build a bridge to get there. But through the simple actions of building the bridge, the city itself grows on the other side. It prepares itself for the moment that the bridge is complete.

-Tyler