Destruction is Peace

Release the hounds there’s nothing left to do!
We’ve been caught and exposed and robbed of our youth.
Battle stations! Battle stations! No time to spare!
Our life is in danger! Why don’t you care?!
I am peaceful said the monk I am open and free
No battle, no war will take that from me.
Silence is freedom and freedom is key.
To end the beginning of all suffering.
Search deep or search wide it will not prove sacred.
Your thoughts and emotions are all mostly tainted.
Your youth is not taken it’s merely in hiding
For yourself and your conscious, your worlds are colliding.
Destruction of thoughts and relaxation of being
will get you to a new level of feeling.

History, all that’s left is the scraps. Or is it?

I recently was a vistor of one of America’s most historic sites, Washington DC. My girlfriend and I explored the many tourist attractions, the various memorials, and some of the museums that hold some of the most sacrid historical artifacts that the population of this world has endured and accomplished.

The energy in a few of these attractions was pretty deep for me. It was different than just a site with statues made of raw material and old beat up artifacts. There was something less tangible and more emotional. One of the sites that hit me was the Lincoln Memorial. I’ve visited DC before, but I believe I was too young to truely grasp the meaning behind what is there. As I read the walls of the Lincoln Memorial there was a thought within the back of my mind, sorrow. That someone so wise and diplomatic was taken by a coward assassin.

Throughout history there are examples in which we are deprived of the true heroes and it seems as though the “survival of the fittest” is a theory that does not apply to the human race. Because your definition of “fittest” could be totally different than mine. Our strong are taken by those who have nothing but weapons and violence to fight back. Our strong minded are taken away from us because there are some people who don’t know how to fight with the mind and they do the only thing they know how to do, eliminate that which threatens them.

The next touching moment was the Holocust museum. The Holocust has always provoked interest in me, it’s such an unusual event that truely tested the will power of a group of individuals. Hearing the stories of these people who endured some of the most torturous physical and mental scenerios in human history really proves how capable the human mind is over our physical life. These heroic people were beaten to the absolute limit mentally and physically. Yet, if you hear some of their stories they remained positive and fought through with everything they had. It really puts things into perspective, and this is one event that should never be forgotten.

I’m a strong believer in the mind. We are more than these shells we run around in. It does not take muscle to achieve goals, it is the dedication of something greater that will be more likely to help you arrive at the goal at which you seek. It is the strive to survive and accomplish that which you desire that should be treasured, not the actual physical accomplishment. And there is evidence to my theory because I can guarantee once you arrive at your destination, you will want another.

Be strong, be focused and always want more, the sky is truely the limit. Remember, although we learn from text books and our elders, there is still much to be learned about our existance. It’s the ride we enjoy, not the final destination.

Virtual Comfort, the pen pal of the 21st century.

I decided to start a blog. I always liked writing them back when myspace was the bees knees, so I figured I would indulge.

It’s a comfort to be able to vent without immediate responses or mis-interpreted body language that can throw off your train of thought. It’s a way to give your thoughts to a completely neutral component that won’t judge you in your time of distress, or profound mindful state. It allows you to complete your train of thought(s) of anything, any topic, any length, any time.  And then later on, when you tighten your screws or finally are freed from the distress that consumed your mind for the moments that you emptied the contents of yourself onto this virtual page, you can reflect.  Or even allow others to reflect and respond to your virtual creation of human experience transformed into a text universe organized on a public website.

I will for-warn you, I am not chained by social networking etiquette. In my humble but necessary opinion, social networking should be free from the constraints of professionalism or any other ism for that matter. We are constantly forced to persue a society created normality that in my eyes destroy the most beautiful and unique feature we have the ability (or in today’s case choice) to express, our true selves.

 Agree with me? Then wipe that shit off your nose, smile when you want to, and feed me your conscious self, not your artifical self through virtual text on my screen. Break free of your chains, we are animals, we are instinctive and expressive animals with minds that are still not totally explored. Somewhere inside of us there is something that isn’t defined in a text book, show me yours.

One of my favorite lyrics ever is from a band called No Use for a Name, a pop punk band that refused to accept the paved path that we are taught throughout childhood.

“I know my purpose isn’t on a poster sign, I’m still part of the game that any number can play”

I’ll leave you with this last thought, let your body take the beating that life throws at you. Use your body as an operating tool to accumulate the necessary tools/gadgets to feed your habit. Use your shell, but let your inner working consciousness be free.

Thanks.