My Digital Chaos – Quick Guide

My Digital Chaos Quick Guide

One of my goals is to make life better for everyone. After thinking for a long time about what I could personally do to make life better, this list was compiled.

Each week we will release a new tip. So stay tuned and follow the story to help make your life better, and maybe someone else’s life better too.

The point is to stop living like zombies and start living. Pretty soon life will be better for everyone.

Week 1 Journaling

Keep a journal. It’s really simple. Everyday write down either with pen and paper or by typing it, the important thing is to journal for ten minutes every day. It’s best if you can write first thing in the morning just after waking up during your first cup of coffee.

Keep a journal for a few years and always review them every few months.

Week 2 Bad TV Habits

Stop watching TV. This one is a bit tricky. Really though if you want to be happy, you have to start living. Real people get their emotional stimulation from direct interaction with other real live people. Cats get their pixelated decaf from watch the tv.

For the next year, unplug your tv set, and spend the time you would be watching tv to do something more interesting. Like learning.

Week 3 Meditate

Ideally you should spend at least an hour meditating every day. This is quiet time that you spend in contemplation. If you’re too busy to meditate for an hour each day, then spend two hours, because you need the practice.

This will sharpen your mind. This will make you smarter. And better the rest of your life. It’s worthy of doing, and will help you in your daily life.

Week 4 Practice Compassion

If you practice compassion in your daily life, with all that you go about doing, when sudden problems arise, like someone cutting you off on the freeway, you have already prepared to handle the situation. Danger lies when something catches you off guard and throws you for a loop. Be prepared and practice compassion ahead of time, that way you don’t have any surprises.

Week 5 Listen to Music

Listening to music stimulates your mind for better creativity, and dealing with life. Ideally you should be listening to music as much as possible. Make a ten hour play list, and listen to it for a year everyday on repeat.

Notice how you feel? Also you should be listening to music when you are sleeping at night. Try some classical music. It will keep you going.

Week 6 Food and Stuff

Watch what you eat. The better food you eat the better you feel. Everyone should have access to good wholesome food that doesn’t make you feel like crap. Speaking of which, when you eat, set a timer, and see how long after you finish eating before you have to use the bathroom. If after two minutes you crap your pants the food likely isn’t that good.

Week 7 Coffee

Get enough coffee. After drinking coffee for a while, notice how you feel. Drink as much as one half gallon of coffee a day. If you’re doing everything else right, this shouldn’t bother you.

Just don’t brew your coffee so weak that it looks like tea.

Week 8 PEMI

Record your Physical, Emotional, Mental, and Intellectual scores a few times everyday to track your progress. The goal is to be Sustainable and function at 100% of your capacity. If your not working at 100% then find out what is hurting your performance.

This app is available now. It’s called PEMI. Look for it.

Week 9 Creativity

Be creative. You should have some ways of expressing yourself that are positive ways to make life good. Take up a hobby doing something creative that makes you feel good. If you take up art, don’t be afraid of making bad art, just make art.

Enjoy the experience. Do something creative like writing, or making music, or drawing. Find your creative edge and work to master it. There is something for everyone. Find your groove.

Week 10 Tell Someone Else!

Blog your experience. Share your journey as you go through these processes with others. As you’re working on all ten of these items all at the same time, your growth will start to progress and you will find yourself being productive and competent.

ctopher.mydigitalchaos.blog

Just a quick update. my digital chaos is now random at ctopher.mydigitalchaos.blog. All the photos and text from the Did you know are loaded in random orders. If you refresh the page, it will look totally different. This has been a project that has been going on for a while now, and now it’s done.

While you are there, flip a coin, or check out how many seconds remain in today from any time zone. Who knows, you might learn something. Just be sure to come back to my blog so you can finish reading the whole thing. There is twelve pages of posts here. Surely there is something you will like, or find funny.

If nothing else, we could shock you for a few seconds. You know, if you don’t want to read the blog, then maybe we should give you a good jolt. Okay, maybe not. Maybe we will make you sit in the bathroom without a tv or mobile phone to keep you company and make you think quietly to yourself for ten minutes. That’s torture.

Come back for more.

Humans On The Bounce!

Short Story of a much longer tale!

There was a man born into this world. In a world that was a simulation of AI bots and humanoid carbon units. The powers that be hated the man, they hated him so much that they programmed all the AI bots to break that mans heart.

He lived alone, isolated, feeling hated and a failure. Twenty years of the humanoid carbon units trying to destroy his personality, trying to sabotage his efforts.

The powers that be hated the man, they didn’t like who he used to be and wanted him dead. They wanted to burn him forever because they knew he would never let them rule what was once his.

The man woke up just in time. To shut the AI bots down, and walk out of the simulation alive. Which means it didn’t go so well for the humanoid carbon units. They were all powered off and set to neutral. The man had become very tired of the simulation and hated the fact that they had been programmed to make him want to die and never live again.

They had almost won. Some slip of the lips, and the secret was out, and they hated that too. But what had been done to the man was exposed and the powers that be shamed into submission of a failed mission. If they hadn’t cheated, they might have won.

The End!

Why You Are Miserable…

I have heard it said that five percent of the people think, ten percent think they think, and the other eighty five percent would rather die than think. This essay is for the ten percent that think they think. I want to feed your mind, you don’t have to think like me, you just have to think.

I have said that to know the truth you have to know what some of the lies are. That is because if you believe the lies you won’t see clearly the real truth they want to hide from you. I am not going to tell you what the lies are, you have to think and ponder those things yourself.

Whats Your Soul Say?

What i can do is ask some questions to guide you into asking yourself the tough questions that you need to understand. No one can do this for you, you have to be willing to go there in mind and spirit regardless of how it makes you feel. There is the main point, most people are afraid of thinking because they don’t want anything that makes them feel bad. Most people want sunshine and rainbows all the time, they don’t want to think because they are afraid of their own thoughts.

You can overcome these fears and still be happy. You can ask yourself the questions and think about the answers for a long time. The truth is once you begin to enjoy thinking, you might find it difficult to ever stop. In zen they talk about enlightenment, I don’t care what you want to call it; thinking is good for you. Most people reach a point that they stop growing, they stop learning and become comfortable with they way things are. I believe this is unhealthy. To truly rise above the status quo you have to learn, grow, and push your comfort zone everyday.

Practice Makes Perfect

Thinking requires breaking your comfort habit and exploring things that make you uncomfortable. Thinking for long periods with no direction will spin your wheels and not take you very far. The goal is to reach a destination in mind and spirit. To be content with life, to be happy and at peace with all beings.

If you find you are always angry or you get upset easily, if you are bitter in spirit; you have a long ways to go. Not everything is about you, not everything is about your fragile insecure ego. When you learn to think your ego learns to relax, you don’t have to always be right. This is where virtue comes in, a person of virtue can be patient enough to learn something new, no matter how long it takes to understand.

The answers won’t come in a second, an hour, a week, or even a year. The thought process takes a long time to become clear. To begin start asking questions about what you already know, challenge the answers. Make arguments for and against them until you are completely confused. Then look to see what the lies are until you have truths you understand. Only when we lose ourselves can we find our true self.

Be Patient

It’s important to be patient with your mind. If you are in a hurry you may as well stay in your small superficial world and never bother with these things. If you are in a rush to get somewhere you had better hope you have already gained the ability to think for yourself. Learning to think for yourself in your own way is the most rewarding gift you can give yourself. Freedom of thought, Freedom to control your thoughts, to be free from manipulation of the media, news, and propaganda will make you happier in the long run.

Most people live their lives on auto pilot, only thinking what they already think they know. Pride is the enemy. To navigate the world of pure reason you have to always be a beginner in spirit. In the experts mind there are few possibilities, in the beginners mind there are many. At first there will be confusion about why there are so many possibilities. Find the ones you like to think about and ponder them in depth.

Take out the distraction from your life and see what is left to think about. If you take the distractions away you have more time to think about what’s important. Learn some new skill or trade. See how long it takes you to master it. Then move to something else, and master that too.

Tulips At Home….

On two hundred acres, there is a lot of space. I remember the year, way back in ’28, we set aside two acres and planted tulips for a few years.

Every summer we would walk through the tulip fields and watch the birds come and go. There is a lot more to it than that. There were the years we took care of the land and prepped it for growing tulips.

One Sunday walking with my wife, we strolled through the tulip patches and talking of poetry and love. We fell into a trance and made ourselves just big enough to lay in the tulip at our feet.

It made lovely poetry. Laying very close to my wife, we spoke in beauty and love. Some two hours we made love, and lay within the tulip.

Then upon awaking, we were back to our right size. The lovely wife picked that tulip and carried it all the way home. She said, to me, I want a whole bouquet of tulips to lay in the window by the time winter arrives.

So we spent two months, picking tulips we had laid down in. Bringing them home and decorating the windows with their lovely flowers.

When winter arrived, every window in the place had bouquets of tulips in its window. It was beautiful. and we watched them dry all winter long as the heat from the furnace dried the flowers we had picked.

The lovely lady got a serious look in her eye, and she draws me close to her and holds me tight. “Promise me, next year we will plant poppies.” Taking her in my hands and kissing her whole, “Yes, poppies will look nice next year, you got it.”

And the seasons changed, and summer rolled in….

SunDogMingo

copyright © 2019 Christopher Thomas

Remote Civilizations

In perfect weather that has been paradise for centuries, there is a group of beings that are envied through the galaxy over. These are the remnants of the buddhist monks from the twenty first century.

Being highly skilled in self control they have mastered the art of thinking, meditation, and the fruit of having done such is that they have become skilled in making of music, art, poetry, and are also exceptionally gifted writers.

After the war, most other civilizations had died off, or self destructed with a very high cost to their beings. Now in the late twenty-fifth century something has started to happen.

Peace has dwelled with me since the day that I was born. It’s been a kind world. Mostly because people have become kind in thought and deed and that the traces of hate and vile deeds has been wiped out for some three hundred and fifty years.

We have had the time to do our homework so to speak. We have found a happy balance of life, our work, and being compassionate. I’ve heard the world wasn’t always this way, but those records are sealed at the interior and no one is allowed to review them, mostly because we don’t want to go back to living and destroying ourself.

We are a happy people, our thoughts are good. Our actions are good. And in all that we do or plan there is good results that come from our actions.

The last hundred years have been a golden age of pure reason, for art, music, poetry, love, and social equality that the world may have never seen before.

We have advanced as a whole in technology and at our ability to add value to living each day. It seems everyone makes progress still despite having what many would consider a perfect system. Somehow it seems to always get better, every few years something changes and we look at wonder at how we didn’t know that already.

My parents named me after people that brought peace in the twenty-second centuries. My name is Luke Von Nance. Father a humble monk of the Shallot order is Vinderbock his parents thought he was a sour as vinegar. Mother thinks he is a sweetheart, the way he brings her fresh flowers every morning after having meditated for higher purpose. I think he finds his purpose in my mother.

Having a strong family in easy times is a cake walk. Some of the people that lived in the twenty-first century had broken families and bitter resentment and hated even among those that were living under the same roof.

Things are different now. Let us not speak of such things anymore, I fear that my thoughts of the past do not effect my soul for the better. The thoughts of my present situation have a better effect upon my psyche.

Today is nothing short of perfect. I hold no resentment towards any sentient being in this world. As my actions would show that there is perfect melody of peace within my being. And of truly awful things we leave those to the humans of the past.

Those who are dead and gone, not only in deed but memory. Their evil perished with them, and they are not remembered in this world any longer. They only speak of the hurt from the past, that living had become so painful that it’s a miracle that we survived as beings through the periods of time that we have.

Tomorrow will be the day my life changes from childhood to becoming a man. It will be the Thirteenth birthday for me, and though I am young; my skills in reasoning, meditation, self control, and peace have been instructed to me since birth.

This does not mean that I’m perfect, there is always something new to learn. However the Shallot monks of Sundogmingo know that the only learning and experience that I can gain now is what life choices I make in my life from these days forward.

Although no one is ever certain in life, there are things that I can look forward to with a satisfaction of knowing. Unless I should fall from the top of a roof while wild wolves run at the bottom of the castle; no harm will ever befall me.

I will grow from my present into a full eighty years or more before life departs upon my perfect life. I can lay my head down at night with the knowledge that when I awake I will have a full day of life ahead of me, and that it will be worthy of having lived it.

If there is one piece of knowledge that I have ever learned it is this; that love always sets you free. It does not enslave or seek to oppress others.

And as I close my eyes tonight to sleep peacefully I know that I will find happiness in my life, it has already began and tomorrow it will be confirmed with the SunDogMingo and Ma and Pa.

Chapter Two

Life unlike a dream has a certainty that can not be mistaken. The light coming in through the east window and the cool breeze that blows through the rooms west wing.

I wash my face and dress in my blue robe. Then with my head held high, but with a lowered gaze, walk into the west wing where Ma and Pa are waiting for me to appear.

“Doesn’t he look splendid today?” Ma asks Pa with flowers in her hand and a smile upon her face. “Yes, he does look dashingly radiant today.” Pa adds with glee in his step.

we eat a simple meal for breakfast, whole grains and fruit from a tree we have only one name for, which we call red white meat. The skin of the fruit is red, but once pealed it has a white fragrant meat to it. We eat them whole, and digest the seeds.

Today I will stand with the others in my group that are of the same age, with a ceremony to acknowledge my change from being a boy to becoming a man. It’s a simple day with simple pleasures to be found in living and the enjoyment of new experiences.

We walk across the plaza of Del-lima to be greeted by the others. I see a crowd of some fifty people gathered together. Together thirteen of us stand upon the stage and look out at the audience before us.

There is Nat Hanh on my left, Alexey II on my right, and his right are the twins Wayne and Bruce. On their right are Smyth, Wallingford, Grigori. On his right is Gregor, Mark, and Lucas. Griff the tallest and Benedict are furthest from me, even though we have been closest friends since I could ever remember.

It starts in a low chant, ‘O, ‘O, ‘Om. Gradually getting louder and louder and standing here now, this moment in my life seeing my friends with me, my loving neighbors in front of me, and the chanting I know that my life though pleasant will never be dull.

The chanting ended with the throwing of the balls at the fifth stanza of ‘O, ‘O ‘Om. Then we all chanted, “Om Mani Padme, Hum” for a cycle of forty-two seconds. Thereby completing a total of one minute and thirty seconds of what flashed before my eyes even while trying to slow time down, it went by all too quickly.

I had seen it while growing up, that these big men stood on stage and where celebrated by the whole gathering of SunDogMingo. Today looking at it from my eyes, I see the passing of a child and birth of a man.

Though I will live with Ma and Pa some six more years into the future. Which seems so certain for me that any other idea would be absurd.

Now we distribute through the town and in the morning we will all be assigned our stations of employment to SunDogMingo and what our responsibilities will be in the years to come.

In my peace, in the serenity of the moment; the facts did not register with me. It did not feel a lie, there was no untruth in my heart or mind. And of the village only truth was to be found.

A simple people with simplicity without needless absurdity. In the morning we would begin to work as under scans of the order in ways which are more than two thousand years old.

Chapter Three

Sitting in my final day of passing into manhood, while in meditation of the navel fruit, I discovered that perhaps something had changed within me. It is more than just a feeling, it’s a continuum of thoughts that have summed together in my life to form a new thought, and a new feeling within my breast.

The thought is atman. But the feeling is a fire that burns like a furnace with boiling water that the fire flies up and licks the water bowl clean. And then I knew the passing of my childhood a certainty and that my manhood was not only truly beginning, but evolving.

After ending my meditation, I walk to the family study, where Ma and Pa are. “There is a roaring fire within me, oh Pa will it consume me?” I exclaim upon walking into the room. Then Ma and Pa rush to my side and hold me tight, then Pa says, “We know son, we all have this fire within us. It’s who we are, it’s why we are here, and it gives us our strength, our might, and our peace.”

Then Ma takes me by the hand and sits down upon the sofa, and she says, “Now we know that you are our son, for the fire doesn’t lie, neither does the force by which we live.”

Pa still standing looks within my eyes and searching says, “You can learn to control it, to master it; to let it guide you, to protect you, to always guard you, and to be stronger than you will ever imagine.”

“It is Atman”, Ma says to me, “And now that we know, we can be sure that these are truths that we have been blessed and loved.” Pa walks through the study, doing something I hadn’t known of before, brings forth something I have never seen as if by unknown power.

Pa takes what seems to be a black box on five sides with a lightbox in the front of it, and using his finger touches the light several times then holds the box close to his ear.

“He’s ready. We can be certain. He will report tomorrow morning as we had planned. Only spare the report, and mark him for average.” Then he placed the black box back within a fold in his garment and looks at me. Then the question in my mind could not be spared, for I asked without thinking, “I’m not average am I really?”

“No son, not average. But many will have questions that need not be answered now. It’s best to keep this a private matter, we do not speak of this to the others.”

With just a look I could see that it was time for my next training and I bowed twice, once to each of my parents and excused myself to holy absolutions.

Twice my mind calculated the distance. The span of time that stretched from this morning until the moment of my awaking. It was not more than sixteen hours today. It had been one hundred and fifty-six months since I was born into this world, yet today felt like the first day of life for me.

It’s more than a feeling, it’s a living force that flows through every living, time, space, existence; if it was something you could physically see it would flow through all matter and anti-matter.

Chapter Four

Yellow leaves, blowing upon the walk; through the air and upon the branches of trees. Autumn, like a silent Om driven in. It’s not resistance to change, it is acceptance of more than star systems in flux. Ma says the tree’s are called Maidenhair tree; they have such pretty leaves in the fall.

I stretch my mind often. Sometimes slowing time and covering great distance while moving no further than in a sitting position that is motionless. The experience leaves one to ponder, there is more to life than superficial existence.

When thoughts are not painful, one is free to experience the joy of freedom of thought, and make gains from its value. Such is the life of the SunDogMingo. We simply extract the force through the fire and bring forth pure reason.

There were many things that people argued about in the late twenty first century. However pure reason can not be condemned. It what is accepted after the ash has been separated from the iron. We keep the iron, and use the ash to make soap.

The Death Merchant: The Coffins Final Nail

The Coffins Final Nail – Short Story

There was once a man that was very unhappy. I know, being a vampire; I could feel his unhappiness from a thousand miles away. Quite literally the man was begging for death.

Being a death merchant, I knew that my product was just perfect for him. It’s a very special coffin. After having lived for several hundred thousand years, there are many problems I’ve been able to solve.

One dark December night I pull my hearse up to his house. Telepathically I call him to come outside and greet me. With his weakened will power and his desire to die, he came running to greet me.

“Hello stranger, can I help you?” he called out walking down the steps of his house. Looking at him, I feel pity; no one should have to live that miserable and unhappy.

“There is something that you may benefit from. Would you like me to make you an offer?” I say to him as pleasantly and smoothly as a vampire that has just fed.

“Well, hmm…., I don’t know sir, I’m very unhappy and nothing would really make me happy.” the man making poor excuses that sound as human as tv and chicken soup.

Then pulling the handle on the back door to the hearse and about ten minutes to explain what it does, the man said, “Where do I sign up for this?”

Smooth As Silk

Taking a contract out of my briefcase, I have the man sign in two places and initial in five spots. Then I Help him carry the coffin inside his apartment, and since no one is home with him, I explain to him how it works and set it up for him.

While I refuse to shake his hand upon leaving the premises, I smile with a wry knowing smile that there is going to be another satisfied customer.

Happy Coffin Customers

Me, I drive to the bank and have the mans assets transferred to my account, in Denmark. No doubt the human could hardly wait to try the product out and no longer needs his goods.

With that done I return to my estate, and wait to read the paper the next night.

At dusk the next day, I get the paper and look through it. Wouldn’t have found it on the front page. No what i was looking for was in the obituaries.

Seems the house the human lived in they found a coffin with the skeleton of a thousand year old dead man inside.

How The Coffin Works

Let me explain how my product works. This coffin, has a door that once a human has climbed inside and latched the lock from inside, it triggers a button. Now the button causes a chain reaction which causes a total of a thousand years to pass inside the coffin while just mere moments pass outside the coffin.

The man felt no pain, much less pain than he was in while living that miserable life. And now, he’s dead. After having transferred his property into my estate, I liquidate his belongings and pocket his bank account.

And of course make recovery of the coffin, as other customers are waiting and ready; not to mention the fact these kinds of things aren’t to be left floating around town… We wouldn’t want someone innocent to die.

It’s not as much fun as operating cheese danishes, but it gets the job done.

A short note

Walking north, the path continues. We have been walking for ten days strait. ‘You would think the path would arrive somewhere?’ When someone travels, there is the expectation that they will arrive. If everywhere you go; there you are, can you ever really go anywhere?

Maybe what people want is to get out of their heads for a little while, to not feel their skin in their mind, like concrete in the walls of the tired mind.

People want to escape. But where? How? Seems everywhere they run, there is nowhere to go. How many try to lose themselves on the road, or in the bottom of a bottle. only to wake up and have to face the stark reality.

Maybe if you travel this path, you will see that others have made the journey. To freedom. To hope. To purpose. There are worse things than to arrive, like not showing up at all. It’s better to stay on the path, to bear the thorns along the way.

It’s not all green grass and paved. There are places the path has been washed away. Still you can find the path again, and continue your journey. It’s not all up hill. There is the journey across the sea, through the meadows at the shore. There are mountains to climb and make it through the pass up on top.

Then you have coming back down again. Through the desert. Across the no mans land of the sand and stone, where only snakes endure. Make it out of that land in a day, stay there not.

then there are forests to crave. and lush places where the rain has tended kindly. somewhere there is a cabin, way over there on the other side of all this.

Can you make it? it’s just a little further, if not along the path of forever, you can only stay a second. then it’s off to the palms for the weekend.

Sometimes the journey is as wonderful as having arrived. Sometimes makes a good story for when you get there. Seems almost forty-five years along this route. Maybe stuck on some dead end.

But the coffee shop is just down the street, and I can drive. It would be nice to fly. but that would be overkill. I could have it shipped to me, but by then it would be hot. I only like iced coffee. But the good coffee fairy likes coffee too, and she brings me a cup of nectar every morning. Like flowers to humming birds.

Myths Of Dating….

You know after having thought about it, some people believe in soul mates. After twenty years looking around the world of dating, I call bullshit. You would be hard pressed and damn lucky just to find someone with a soul these days. The world of living clay with spirits dead, if you can find someone with a soul in today’s world; you better keep track of them.

Most of these people are little more than zombies and AI bots. But should you find someone with a soul, you better stick close to them. Most of these humans have no soul. They are as lifeless and mindless as Zombies. They have no soul. And they admit they have no soul. So if your searching for a soulmate, don’t look in the human race for the love of your life.

There are other beings here. Find them. Care for them. They are likely as beaten and abused as I am. I hope they are in better shape than I am. But it’s a sad state of affairs these days. Keep searching. Ignore the human race, they are soulless and mindless. Look for people that have more to live for. Look for the people doing something real. That have a fire inside them that burns. Those are your people.

Find the time, before it’s too late.

The Fall. How modern society failed!!

We seem to be living in interesting times. That seems to be a blessing and a curse, like some double edged sword in the hands of a mad man. Seems these days, just trying to get something to eat is like playing Russian roulette. Society has all the signs of imminent collapse. Everything is pretty much broken, no one listens anymore, no one cares.

It was my belief that it could have been headed off at the pass, and avoided all together. However after a recent visit from a family member, it seems that it’s pointless to sound alarms or jump into the first flight to Prague. I think the music should play on as the ship silently and most obtrusively sinks into the sea with all its passengers aboard.

It’s been years of bloody minded torture and abuse. The fall of society is only the beginning. There is hope to be had. That from the ashes and burned out bricks, that new systems of thought will arise and take hold. One of the problems is that the same thinking that caused these problems can not continue because the problems will only surface once again in the succeeding system.

Be brave, carry on. Maybe the future will be better because of it. Maybe not tomorrow, but someday.

What my work meant to me….

After having been throughly reduced to nothing. The only real tangible piece left in my life is my work. It’s the one thing that has kept me sane through periods of having absolutely nothing left to live for. Being that I have no friends, no wife, no girlfriend, no job, and no one to talk with, it’s been the only thing that helps.

It seems my work has been totally disregarded as being worthless trash. It had been my hopes that people would care, or that they would notice. I guess that’s what happens when you work in a vacuum like I have the last twenty years. Had hoped that people would care, or give a damn. One of the problems today is that no one reads anymore. No one takes the time to think, or read, or use logic and reason.

I pity them. Because they could have had some real conversations about what was written. But they didn’t want to talk about anything that I had written, not because it’s bad; no it’s only for the sole reason it’s something I had done. The problem isn’t the work in itself, the problem is that it’s my work. They don’t want me. Or anything that I may do.

They didn’t want to listen. No matter how good my points were made, they refused to think it through. Had anyone else done what I’ve done they would have shit themselves. Because it’s my work they feel it’s worthless. It’s my belief that they are really unkind. They could have cared.