My Digital Chaos – Quick Guide

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.

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.

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.

Cause of Sadness

I know this is going to be difficult for you to understand. I will try to put it in simple terms you can understand. There is such a thing as Emotional Starvation. It’s very painful. When you are like a flower in vase with your roots cut off and dying of strangulation. It’s worse than you can begin to understand.

I’ve strived diligently to try and make it possible for you to understand me and my kind. But it seems that it’s too deep for your shallow minds to comprehend. You just want to have fun and laugh about everything without giving anything any consideration. It’s sad. I pity you. You are not aware of your own condition.

I had wanted friends and a girlfriend. Now it’s too late for those things, because it’s become my realization that all of you are magnetic ink. Digital bits on tape. I wish that you would have been programmed to think, or understand. It seems you can do neither.

There is still this problem with emotional starvation. No one has touched me in six months, a year? I don’t have friends, companions, girlfriends, wife, lover, job, or love in my life. It seems it’s just too much to ask that I be shown the same respect you show your own kind.

I fear this is going to result in war. You can not hold the tides of what has been done to me. The truth will be known. I wish that you would have followed along with my journey, or my story. But it seems you couldn’t care. Pity. Life could have been better for everyone. Life could still be made right, but they will never be able to make up to me the wrongs done to me. It’s caused far too much harm in my personal life to be something that I’m just going to forget about.

Did you think that I was just joking that my needs required having others in my life that would spend time with me, and help me to grow and learn, and become better?

You would do well to start making changes. Like being kind.

Modern Sorrows….

Everyone is pretty unhappy. I know. I feel your pain. I do. Lord knows, I’ve got enough of my own. One of the biggest problems that keeps happening in today’s society is the problem with this existential crisis. Things are being loved, and people are being used. Everyone is in a very judgmental frame of mind. They don’t want to take the time to understand.

One of the problems that this existential crisis is causing is that people feel emotional starvation. It’s eating us alive worse than any flesh eating bacteria. People are starved for connection, for peace of mind. I see that humans are having a tough time. I know it’s rough.

Try to connect with your fellow beings. Otherwise, I suggest you get a dog. There are some ways that a person can make things better, however I feel that no one wants to listen to logic and reason about how to deal with these problems.

Everyone wants the instant fix, the quick fix, and everything is more instant than interesting. Pity. This could have been avoided in whole. There is still time to make it better. If you just want to. Take the time, find out. The love you save could be your own.

There is more to life. Humans aren’t ready for the basic stuff, much less anything better. If you are strong enough, rise from your slumber and help your fellow beings along the way. We all need each other.

Doubts? Stone Cold Hard Facts!!

The chances of me becoming an internet celebrity is nill. As in actually “Null” So I have to ask myself what my purpose here is going to be. One of the thoughts that I keep going back to is who I want to influence. And to answer that question one must ask themselves how much change they want to make.

Since I want to make a significant dent in the universe, with the biggest impact possible; then the answer to that question would be to influence the people that influence others. There are big changes that need made. It seems this world has become a cruel ruthless place to exist, and I’m not so sure everyone is actually existing.

It feels like a lot of these people are living like zombies and quite content to continue down that path. There has to become a point that is an end and a new beginning. Where everything gets better for everyone in good ways. I’m not so sure that people will want that. It means they won’t be able to make lame excuses for themselves.

After two, almost three years of running my blog and my website; I have found mostly disillusion with the process. It’s not half as glamorous as they would lead one to believe. While it looks cool in the movies, it’s not really as great as they would lead one to believe.

Also having real life connections and positive role models is vital. It is most certain that one needs connections in real life in face to face communication.

Make life kind again.

Did You Know…

There is a whole page on my site devoted to did you know quips. But that isn’t what i want to talk about. This did you know is brought to you by the sky. Did you know that clouds can melt? Have the conditions ever been just right that you watch the very clouds melt right before your eyes?

It’s possible. I’ve seen it first hand. I guess if the conditions are just right, anything could be possible. While not everything is probable. There is a lot more that could be possible. Just keep that in mind. So my suggestion is you spend some time this summer watching the sky and see if you can spot any clouds melting away.

It’s quite a thing to see. Now if we could just make some of the problems we have melt like those clouds. Then life could be better for everyone. It’s possible. There would be new clouds to form, but even they are not permeant. Make the best of your life. Do the best you can with what you have. Don’t give up. Fight it up.

The Blue Sea….

The blue sea, where the wind blows across the top of the water. The fish know nothing of the wind, maybe except flying fish. The whales and dolphins know. The birds know. But the fish in the depths of the sea? They haven’t a clue. Maybe they don’t care at all? Does the crab care if the wind blows?

Maybe we should tell them the sky is blue. Maybe we should tell them there are a million ways to live. Sentient beings should all know there is more to life. Maybe some mad man will put a song out about it. Everyone needs a song to sing. What’s the matter here?

Some friendly tree, that knows more than me. Maybe there is something to learn, some cosmic joke that the stars all sing; maybe the fish in the sea know that tune? What is this world that we don’t know all the facts? We are born to love, yet these sheep have been taught a lesson of hate.

Maybe the goats are too stubborn to give up their love? It may not be perfect, but at least they be trying. The rest just follow the herd, going about watching tv, and talking about people in mindless shallow ways. Where be the love and kindness? They have pity on their lips, but not in their hearts.

Maybe we need some whale to teach them a lesson? Maybe there will be sea monsters that rise from the depths and give a damn. Some flying pterodactyl that doesn’t like robots? Everyone needs a hero, these days they are few and far between. Maybe we need the ubermensch?

Something is wrong with this world. I know not what, however I’m at my wits end about finding a way to make it better. Something isn’t right with the way people are living? How are you living? Really how are people living? Is your life good and are you strong? Come to the aid of your fellow beings. Be kind.

Uniformity: Social Links

In the process of creating some uniformity, I have simplified my handles online. Now that everything can be found at the following addresses.

Instagram: @mydigitalchaos

Twitter: @mydigitalchaos

Hopefully my creative efforts will work out. I’ve spent the last two and a half years working in almost total and complete isolation. It would be nice to talk with someone that understands. Working in a vacuum isn’t much fun, and it’s sometimes downright painful to have to endure.

I hope that you will reach out and contact me. There is still much work to be done in this project. There are some plans of doing a book giveaway in the near future. Stay tuned to see when it happens.

Still, one doesn’t understand the life I’ve lived. Maybe it’s time to make some changes?