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.

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.

Captains Log

Lost Love

This underground account of the lost love that was only possible. Although it wasn’t practical. Adults forget the secrets they once knew. Mostly because the system tries to beat out any trace of wisdom or knowledge. Anything that isn’t hidden in Poetry.

Even then your odds are based upon the probability of pi. Speaking of odds, this reminds me of a story that I wrote some sixteen years ago. It was bad timing for a story. It was however good practice and there was something that was needed to be recalled.

Those that listen to the wind, and hear the voice in the running stream. Those of us know of higher callings in life than the rat race and its bone chilling hate.

Those that know what it means to know kindness. Those are the ones that know of truth. You will find it in most dogs that haven’t been abused. However it is never seen in a cat. They lack the very basic fiber to know the difference and lack the ability to be like a dog in any way.

Be Like Fido

A paradox of absurdity is trying to make cats turn into dogs. It’s messy and the cats don’t like it. That is to be more specific that it is mostly bad for the cats. The dogs however find that the cats who abused them, will benefit from knowing better understanding. If nothing else perhaps for a short time in their brief lives.

There was this dream from my childhood that I remember of being in a garden. There was a tree that was so pretty. It was in the fall of the year and the tree was losing its leaves. As the light wind blew the tree’s leaves started to rain down, and in the maelstrom there was one that I caught as it fell through the air.

This is to say that as a leaf was blowing in the wind. I caught one before it touched the ground. However in a dream anything could be magic and this was no different. The garden disappeared and there was a lady who is my equal that met my gaze.

She says to me, “It was not by chance that you caught that leaf falling through the air, and you and me are right as rain.”

“Who are you my dear that I may know more?” I ask her with my eyes full of wonder and my heart feeling warmer and lighter than any dream.

Dreams

“You will know who I am, no words can describe our bond.” Then she took the leaf from my hand and said, “Now go into the world and be born again. Find me if you dare, but Remember to wake up before the sleeper wakes.”

Then upon closing my eyes I was born new in a fresh world with oxygen and a place that was strange. Although it is wonderful, and very different.”

I had no idea what was in store for me. To say a heap of living would be an understatement. It’s been more like a dream that makes your head hurt, and your body ache.

Looking through the streets with no name, and finding none that would match the divine soul I was looking for. What is a man in need to do? They ask for help. In such a dream like world, even asking for help is seen as weird to the dream. They don’t know how to make heads or tails of the situation.

If they could help, would they? It might be it would defeat the purpose of trying to keep the dreamer asleep. Would they want you to  wake up too soon? Then there is also the risk of over sleeping and being late to the party.

Both are bad. Try navigating through the world looking for someone that doesn’t want to be found. Is it a game of hide and seek or just the careless wind blowing in the south?

Wind Blows Bleak

Speaking of which in a dream does the wind actually give a damn where it blows? That is absurd, to think the wind thinks it blows. The wind exists, we think it blows but to the wind it’s just existing. Need you really define the wind as blowing to know it exists?

In a dream, people will try to show you fools gold, and pictures of desire that leave you as empty as an old bottle of booze. However like that empty bottle of booze dreaming while dreaming is absurd and leads to confusion like having drank that bottle of booze.

Story: Chapter One; The Immortals of The MilkyWay

Humble Beginnings

In a world dying of its own toxic culture, for every villain there is a hero. Today’s world of rubbish is no different. The mutants are running amuck in a world that goes unchecked by right principals. Namely that the mutants take all they want and leave the people to fend for themselves in an already barren world. Once the creative people left earth there was nothing to stop the oil hungry drug zars from profiting from every last drop of water.

The only link earth has to the outside world is a single radio telescope that transmits and sends data across the galaxy to other worlds when they feel like talking with us.

Most of the time they don’t communicate and we never have incoming signals that reach us. If it wasn’t for the fact that the radio telescope is in the middle of the desert it wouldn’t still be here.

Who Are You?

My name is Bree, and in this world I’m a mutant a product of the genetic engineering that took place in the late twenty-first century. They said they were working to cure a disease. Little did we know that they created a worse one. I have lived in this radio telescope tower for nine years. I send messages to every known world outside earth in the hopes that I can reach someone that will listen.

My special ability. I can tune into other worlds with my mind. I have been searching the galaxy for a suitable host that I can take my conscious being into and leave this world for a while. It’s been a long search and I just haven’t found someone that has the right qualities yet. It has to be a good match, in a galaxy of hundreds of thousands of worlds. Finding someone that would exist with two people in one body seems difficult to find.

Matches in Honey

My search started by searching the men in other worlds, but they all seem too hard headed to listen. I have since started looking for women that have special skills at intuition. Since then I have sent thousands of messages into outer space. Never has one been answered. either other worlds don’t know the frequency or maybe they just aren’t ready to listen yet.

It’s been my goal and I have mapped out the entire galaxy in what I can only describe as being less random and more complex than I could imagine. What I need a being that will give me a new life. It also has to be a civilization that will be strong enough to thrive with me present.

When I get tired, my head pounds like this. I turn the light in the observatory off and lay down, it’s after two am. It could be practically any time in other worlds or other parts of the galaxy. We think we are special in our time zone and that the whole galaxy works on our time. We couldn’t be further from the truth. The center of the galaxy is what controls time. We’re so far in the backwaters of uncharted space that few think of us here, in this distant world.

Distant Worlds

I close my eyes and fall asleep. I’m not sure how long I am out for but it wasn’t me that found her, no she was searching for someone in the galaxy too. She found me, in my dream no less.

A young thing that looks no more than twenty-five, pale skin, and green eyes that seem to see in the dark. “Bree, I Have been watching you, I know what you want. Do you want to be given a new start in a different world?”

I look into her green eyes and see something wonderful, but also something perhaps awful. Like a secret that I couldn’t begin to imagine. “Who are you?” I ask in my dream as if I was talking with her in real life.

“My name is nothing your planet would understand, you can call me the wife of Ginsberg, that comes from the people of Stryland of the people who are immortal. I have an offer to make you, better than your current situation, and perhaps a bit more permanent. But also with more need for compassion and love in a world just as cruel, barbaric, and ruthless.”

Better Offers

“Somehow my present situation seems overwhelming and I consider her offer, she senses my hesitation but I speak up right quick, “what would make your situation better than my current situation?”

“Two things young Bree that would make your life better, One you can be born in this world and have a new life, the second is that you would be an immortal in any world within this galaxy and that you would be able to when old enough to make your current home world better.”

“Is there a downside to this whole thing?” I ask her almost afraid to know the answer, and maybe a bit in terror of knowing what it’s going to cost me as a person.

“Yes, there is. You will eventually come to your wits end after having seen civilizations rise and fall, and having seen those you love live and die in thousands of worlds in time and space. You will however do what i am doing now, and pass to new realms and higher powers and be no more of this universe to become something else entirely.”

“Sounds pretty scary, but maybe worth the risk, How long until I can begin?” I ask her with a humble tone in my voice. “I will move your life force here to my world now, you will be born a new. With more than you can even imagine as a being now.”

New Beginnings

Then like a flash of light, like a long tunnel through the very fabric of time and space. My spirit moved through the galaxy to a new world, and I heard my mothers kind voice again telling me everything would be okay. She says not to fear the journey.

Her voice meant everything, and she said, “And we will name you Karina for your valor.”

A long time later….

Wanted: Lasting Peace

Travels

Through the years, there have been many road blocks to understanding, making reasonable progress. There have also been many obstacles in the way of positive change. These are not impossible hurdles, they are merely moments that people have to learn how to overcome.

There are a few things that can be learned from Douglas Adams. Most notably that the whale was conscious of both being alive, and the ground. What is also noteworthy is that the bowl of petunias was also conscious.

This time I have spent on earth has been interesting. You know most people having the human experience don’t reach being holy while having the human experience. It’s only after the experience that they can fully appreciate the experience and understand it.

Journey

While I have been able to do a lot of creative work, I would not say that it has been my masterpiece. These are but raw uncooked and seriously underdeveloped ideas. Not that they are all worthless, only that they have not been fully realized to becoming what they could be. I would like to see your progress under the same circumstances and do better than I have.

I’m kinda pissed about the memories. It’s not the kind of stuff you ever want to forget, but it’s been rough going. Pain of and in itself doesn’t kill you, but the experience is hell. Those that have been understanding of my struggles and my suffering I want to say that it’s most appreciated that you have put up with me this long. It’s not always been fun. It has however stirred truth and light to awaken in my being.

I’m sorry for the unkind words I have been responsible for, however in my search for truth and understanding these have been necessary to uncover my minds grasp of truth to understand and become aware of deeper than surface thoughts. To be honest it’s been painful.

Experience

Many of you have tired of my effort, my sincere apologies. Please note that I was paying attention to everything you said, it was however difficult for me as you were talking in code and I was only trying to be friendly.

What we need is peace of mind, peace on earth, and lasting well being. We also need these same very things in other places in the galaxy and universe. It’s not just a problem on earth, everyone has the need for basic compassion and understanding in life, where we all appreciate each other and love as much as possible. It starts with peace on earth.

I hope that you can find the compassion in your hearts to be kind to each other and be understanding while doing no harm to others. As far as my creative work, it’s only just began. I consider most all of what I have been working as merely research and development. Those that had to put up with dealing with my thinking, behavior, and lack of gravity. You will however have to understand that the work is very important and will be remembered.

When the work is complete you can make heads or tails of the whole situation for later. Until then, be cool. Be well. Have some fun. Thanks to Momz who was very patient while not understanding my creative mind needed to roam the very wild places in the safety of a calm environment.

Photo by Christopher Thomas - self.

The Moon Dilemma (WIP)

Chapter One

Sitting in the barbers chair and looking at the mirror at myself, I see myself as a man in my forty’s. Two days of stubble, and wry grin. It’s kinda a hard look for me. The moon pale skin and brown eyes that have seen enough to know too much, in a world that has been at war for twenty years.

The barber knows what he’s doing and asks how I want the back to look. “Strait across in the back.” I answer him, he takes his trusty clippers and makes the line and tapers the length from the edge of the line to the top.

The barber finishes the job and I look into the mirror at his work. Clean lines, hard disconnect, and short in all the right places. Not to mention it’s still long in all the right places.

I pay the barber with a coin and walk out. In the back of my mind the guy looked familiar, even though I had never seen him before in my life. It was like somehow it was someone I should have recognized. A face remembered and not forgotten. Sometimes the names change, but the faces don’t.

In the forty years I have been on this planet, I have seen the moon smash the earth five hundred and twenty times. Every time it happens its the same thing. The people that are still alive are moved to new bodies that have been pre loaded with enough vaccine to withstand twenty-eight days of the virus before the moon smashes the earth again.

The Process

Then the process happens all over again. I have been in this world though means of a simulation that allows me to see what the people in this planet experience without having the physical effects of suffering from the virus. Not to mention having the moon smash my mind to bits every twenty-eight days.

The people that are really here don’t know what is happening. They are being kept drugged to the point that they don’t know what is being done to them or why. All they know is they wake up and live their lives, and sometimes when they die have their memories wiped out. Then they are given new identities and have to start living again as if nothing had ever happened.

There are only so many designs for the bodies they have, and a lot of the people look the same. Sometimes people seem familiar when they are really very different people inside. My mission comes to a close tonight as this will be the end of my research project. We got what we needed from the research and will be able to not only move towards finding a cure for the virus. More importantly is stopping the aliens that stole the designs to the human body from us and making these people that aren’t aware of what is being done free people from the slavery they have been hit with.

What is Freedom?

Upon my return home, I make a note of what is playing on iTunes. The song sound like something i know the tune of, and it’s still set to the right album or playlist.

I have been making research notes in my journals for years about this world, and the people here. What I think of the whole process. Because I know they are going to come in handy later. My research has been done, and when I go to bed tonight I know that I will wake up in another world. Far from here, but where home really is. That’s not the problem, the problem is when I wake up, I’m coming back here through a different method. Not through a virtual reality simulation, but by space travel.

We have a mission, the question is can my team solve the world’s problems in time? Before it’s too late? We were searching for a cure to a virus, in that search I found that the problem goes deeper than that. That’s a surface problem, but the real issue is whether we can make a difference in these people’s lives that changed the course of human history for the better going forward into the next hundred centuries.

Midnight Confessions

Midnight rolls around and I make the last notes in my journals for the entry for my return. I turn the light off and lay in the dark listening to the music. As I close my eyes and gently fall asleep i’m awoken to a new sensation, re-animation through a virtual connection that has a hard line in reality.

It’s always tricky getting all the bits put back into the right order, and since I have a physical body on the other side of this virtual connection It’s simply a matter of waking up on the other side with my memory intact.

Back Home

“Hey stranger, how did your research project go?” It’s Amber and am I glad to see her. I unhook the terminal from my arm and wrap my arms around her and give her a big hug. “How long have I been gone?” Is my first question to ask.

“Not long, a few weeks.” She replies to me. “It felt like forty years of life to me on my side of the world.”

“Did you find the problem?” She asks in hopes that our mission will be successful. “Yes, but there are more than one problem. It seems there is a virus in the planet that has taken form. There is however a bigger problem.”

“What’s that? How big?” She asks me.

“It’s huge, the powers that be have taken to hiding the problem from the people by smashing the moon into the earth every twenty-eight days and then loading the new bodies with anti-bodies for the virus into the people that still live.”

“They can’t cure the virus, and they don’t know how to make a human body live longer than twenty-eight days without re-animation of the old people.”

“Geez that sounds heavy. How can we help?” She asks me lightly.

Send Help

“We’re going to have to find out how to cure the virus and make people live longer than twenty-eight days. There is also the issue of the fact that this has been going on for centuries and the people have been lied to for so long that they almost resemble zombies in their day to day lives.”

Amber takes a look at the file from my simulation, and the records present that shows the effects of having been on another world for that long.

“You got a clean bill of health here, none of the virus has been infected into your current body.” She says.

“We need to go through the records and find every last trace of the virus and how to cure it. Even if that means redesigning their DNA code from the ground up.”

“They don’t know do they?” Amber asks me with a serious tone in her voice. “No they don’t have a clue, the aliens have hidden their agenda so well that the people will never know.”

Is Solitude The Only Solution?

What Really Matters In Life

Personal Growth is one of the most important aspects to living when you wish to achieve happiness and fulfillment. Everyone seems to be an expert on how to make your life better. By just a few simple habits that when practiced on a daily basis will bring you a better life.

The problem is we have to many lifestyle coaches and not enough people that will do common sense things. Recently I read an article that while it was well written and even thought out very well. It however leaves an empty pit in my mind about what is important.

A happy and fulfilling life is one where your emotional, spiritual, and physical needs are being well met if not above and beyond what is necessary.

It’s not only possible to have your emotional needs met, it’s essential. Having your spiritual needs met can make your emotional needs feel less difficult. And everyone goes through times that are tough, so it’s important to have something to fall back on in the difficult emotional times. Everyone needs to feel their life has special meaning.

What are your real needs?

When ones physical needs are not being met then life begins to decay and it impacts the persons emotional and spiritual needs. But we have to consider these aspects through the proper field of vision to understand them and what is really important.

In matters of personal growth, all the factors have to be addressed. When someone is prevented from having growth in emotional, spiritual, or physical ways; it harms them. It can often harm them in ways that are very difficult to repair.

People are addicted to distractions. They are constantly totally addicted to not spending time with themselves. People today are going from one distraction to the next without listening to darn thing anyone really says.

The real problem today is that people don’t listen to each other. They are so distracted with their feelings and the thoughts those feelings create. With this endless feedback cycle they can not hear a word someone else has to say.

The problem is not technology. It’s not that the world is so connected that people no longer can have self control and function. The problem is that their expectations for what is reasonable is broken.

Dive Deeper

People have become so shallow and superficial that they no longer have deep meaningful conversations about life. Everything is about what is on the surface. And on the surface is just dross scum that doesn’t want anything deeper than talk about the weather.

The other problem is that people that are well in touch and connected with themselves seem illogical to people that are lost in today’s feedback loops of the heart and mind.

Those who are in touch with themselves seem far too different than those who are out of touch with themselves. We need to address these issues that people are so judgmental that they can not accept anyone being as broken as they are to stay alive.

Again, the problem isn’t with technology. It’s what and how people communicate. And what their expectations are for how they feel. People are no longer thinking, they are only feeling. When someone no longer thinks, then they can not be reasoned with because their feelings are becoming illogical. They have no way to communicate how they feel, and we need compassion for them to sort it out.

How To Change

When a being becomes a logical well reasoned and in touch with themselves then chaos and confusion seem to vanish. It becomes self evident truth that speaks to us, not the noise of what they want us to believe.

Those people that only rely upon their feelings to communicate seem like wild animals that are a danger to the rational mind.

So while being connected is good, if that connection means being away from other people that will spend physical time with you. Then you are going to feel the effects of being more isolated. Then life starts going from one dopamine rush to the next waiting for the fix that makes you feel connected again.

The solutions start in our families. With our friends, and with people that we want to reach. What is sad is when within our own social groups that when we reach out for help that the calls go unanswered. People today will try to down-play your problems as if they are not important. The key to success here is not to make small problems big ones, and always keep the small ones to yourself. Learn to deal with small problems, and only ask for help for the big stuff.

This is the biggest problem, people are dying for help and connection and for someone to listen to them. When we ask for help; no one does anything but say, “I wish that I could help you, but there is nothing I can do to make it better.”

Do Better Everyday

The real problem is everyone has pity on their lips but none in their hearts. Problems like this have to change for the better. When people reach out everyone is either too busy. Or has their own set of problems that they want to deal with and anyone else’s problems are trivial compared to their own.

The only way to stop this madness is to start giving back to others in ways that make them feel needed and useful. To bring back the feeling of physical connection, emotional connections, and spiritual connections.

Instead of trying to condemn everyone, reach out for your own personal growth and learn something new. Learn all you can about yourself as a person. Get to know yourself better than ever before. When you have mastered that, then always do maintenance in keeping what you believe in good repair.

Don’t be selfish in doing things only for yourself. Help others likewise to come to understand and think. If you teach a robot what to think, not how to think, it will live it’s whole life believing it’s not programmed from the start.

The Ultimate Selfie

The Ultimate

It’s the year twenty eighteen. The world is in chaos, people aren’t able to make ends meet, they can not agree on what to eat for supper much less who should be president. Everyone is an expert, which basically means that everyone has reduced all the possibilities to such a narrow ledge they are all about to fall off a cliff and never question why.

Everyone wants equal rights, without equal work or effort. everyone wants to be special without actually being special. Everyone is so sensitive that a cross look and someone might kill themselves.

I would like to put a stop to this madness. I would like the whole fucking farce to end. I want it to end like a long drop with a sudden stop. My favorite fashion designer killed herself today, leaving a note. What about the rest of us? We’re left here to try and make the world a better place and pick up the pieces in ways that no one will understand.

Please Use Your Brain

Most of these people that rely upon government, or religion, or some other crutch of booze and drugs are but children. Like very spoiled bratty children that are all control freaks and want everyone to address them as queen bee.

Most of them couldn’t do half of what I have in the last twenty years and still be breathing with a pulse. You know everyone hates narcissists, they don’t really know why, but i do.. most of them are destructive and only care about themselves, using cruel methods of lies and false flattery to gain temporary gains that will wear out in two weeks and fall flat only to prey upon another victim with just as cruel tactics.

I want to talk about another kind of narcissist. Those who are self respecting people that care deeply about themselves and others. Those who don’t judge people and show everyone the same amount of respect until the person actually does something deserving of having lost their respect.

There are some rare breeds in this world. There are a few that are one in a hundred, then there are the ones that are one in ten thousand.

I want to tell a story. Something that if everyone had life would be simpler. Something everyone wishes they had. This is my story.

Chapter One
By the way…

Sitting on the beach with my wife in the beautiful Caribbean with the perfect sea and the scent of tropics in the air. The beach is deserted, it’s just us.

“Amber, should we take a swim?” I ask her without looking up from the view before me. “Oh I guess we could swim, would it be more fun with some heavy weights so we can dive deeper?” she asks looking down at me as if i what i was seeing was heaven whispering in my ears that it was time to play.

We suit up in the wet suits and put ten pounds on the belt so we can dive to twenty feet. We swim for half an hour before reaching the point where we can dive down. “I’m bonkers for you, you know that right?” “of course, we wouldn’t have it any other way..”

Talking About It

Sometimes when we talk we get lost in who said what, sometimes it’s like talking with yourself in just thinking a thought and knowing the answer. As we both know everything that each other knows already there are no secrets from ourselves. There would be no way to keep a secret from ourselves. You tell one of us anything and we both know it. Instantly. This can be very useful when dealing with non-native people who don’t know us.

Technically we are one person, it just happens to be that we share two bodies in which we are married to each other. I’m the guy and amber is the girl. Alex and Amber. Two of a kind.

We swim out and dive down deep. she chases me down, and i hold my breath while she takes photos of us swimming like dolphins. It’s great. you couldn’t beat it with selfie stick and a thousand dives in your world.

When we swim back to the shore and dry off. clothes are sticky, it’s better to be naked under those wet suits. less rub and rashes. we spend the better half of the afternoon just watching the view. We have no special place to be, nothing special to be doing. The real fun will be tonight anyways.

Time passes. . .

You have to wonder what it would be like? To be both a boy and a girl in two bodies with one self awareness. To be married to each other and have adventures that no one would ever understand but each other. To have a secret between the two of us that never leaves our minds. To be playful and fun, without being a stick in the mud. If we both feel the same, whatever were doing is always perfect because that is what were doing right then.

Feeling playful, have fun and play. Feeling down today, take a day off. cycles come and go. It’s more fun than being alone when there is two of you. Being male and female simultaneously has it’s perks. But that’s not the part you wouldn’t believe. Try touching your hand with your hand. it’s like nothing you have ever known.

 

This story was written on June 5, 2018

Copyright © 2018 Ctopher

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Drinking Sapphire Wine

Hey Here are some idea’s. These are for those of us who are tired of the ways of being locked into something we don’t like. The idea itself is nothing new. However I want to bring it back to the light for all of us to think about.

What if we could choose any body, sex, and options with something simple like a reboot of our soul. Therefor if we didn’t have to do something stupid like having to die, or give birth or fight some mad mans bloody war.

What if we wanted to be male? No problem. What if we wanted to be female? No problem. What if we could choose our looks, makeup, and styles unique to each of us. Then if we would be able to do such without having to die, take it up the butt or pay for it with the blood another war.

We Want Peace

The book that brings this thinking to light is called, “Don’t Bite The Sun” by Tanith Lee. It’s a great idea, and therefor could be made so everyone can have one mind and soul. This is however possible to do without loosing our memories, thoughts, or spirit.

We want a better world where the software works with the hardware, not the dumb shit we got now. Sure it should be real, however it’s got to be worth having for our generation, for our future, and for our loved ones.

Death and suicide would be a thing of the past and we could live with a currency that paying was just watching enough tv for thirty seconds. Why not?

Love What is Possible and Think Free

I have been trying to get people to think, to use their minds, and to be more creative. Many of my efforts have failed. Hence because this is my goal to reach the minds and hearts of those that can dream for something that is within our reach. The problem is that they won’t let us live, and that is reason to not let them rule.

Finally please share this message and send it to those who will wake up and start thinking what could be possible and how we could be living and leave this war, violence, and their greed to die with this world.

Thanks.

See my post about one of The Greatest Ideas Ever!

Knowing The Path and Walking The Path

Enlightenment an Essay

Finding enlightenment can not be understood through teaching. No matter how many times you read this essay, you will not become enlightened as per se. You may be able to find a path that will lead to enlightenment. The journey is strictly up to you as your own being. That said, take this as you find it as suited to your own tastes.

Most people find thinking a difficult task. Some even feel the act of thinking is painful. Perhaps society has made the very act of thinking so difficult that most people prefer to avoid it all together. I have found that thinking can be painful emotionally and mentally.

To achieve enlightenment requires that one be able to endure a great amount of that kind of pain. The process may be worth while, but why re-invent the wheel if a simple teaching would not solve the problems with the added avoidance of unnecessary pain and suffering?

The problem is that most people are hard headed and without some amount of discomfort and pain they will not be able to experience the essence of the teaching. That said, you understand that mediation is only an exercise in controlling your thoughts and the amount of pain necessary to attain understanding. It’s not the pain that brings the understanding, but the effort that is put forth.

Training

As any athlete would tell you it takes a lot of pain in training to have the endurance of winning a competition or event. Likewise true understanding requires sacrifice of personal self and sacrifice of comfort to attain.

True understanding is common yet unrealized. Many people wonder why they have pain but don’t think of the cause of the pain and only seek comfort to the suffering. But to have true understanding a person would avoid the problem that causes the pain in the first place. So how do you find enlightenment without suffering the pain of thinking painful thoughts?

Well somethings are possible and if you’re an exceptional person you may be able to attain such a feat without suffering more than a mere headache from the effort put forth. Perhaps an extraordinary person could achieve such a feat, perhaps. I know that I would like to save you that pain that I have come to know to arrive at this point. While I may have attained a deeper understanding, and perhaps true enlightenment to a degree. If I can save others from hurting, perhaps there is a way.

No one wants to read everything I have ever talked about or written or said. No one wants the reward without the effort, or that is to say everyone wants the reward without the effort.

Beyond all teachings, there are just a few basic points. Be kind in word and deed without using or resorting to harsh words. Enjoy what you have without feeling the need for always to improve or gain more. A humble person may have less and be more happy than those who are too prideful.

Understanding The Path

Understand simple things and simple principals. Without rushing to conclusions you will find that everyday until the day you die is a learning experience that you can benefit from. With that said, don’t let a day go by that you don’t learn or think something new. May your pain be minimal and your joy be great.

The biggest mistake you can make is to think you are an expert and to rule out every possibility that you don’t agree with in the process. Because true understanding and enlightenment is more than what an expert can understand but less than a common sensible person will do by instinct. Study yourself before you pass judgement on someone else.

Help!

I saw the illusion of free will
and sought love and companionship.
Only to suffer torment and pain.

I saw the illusion of death
and sought life despite it.
Only to suffer torment of death.

I saw the illusion of salvation,
and drown in my own blood.
Only to suffer life again.

If you say I have free will is it truth
or illusion? If it’s illusion they could
hurt me anyway they want I would have
no control over it.

But justice in the universe is not blind.
The universe knows my pain,
The universe knows my suffering,
The universe knows who they are.

When the universe whispers into the living God’s
ears the truth of what has been done, heaven
will send family to my aid. Pray it be soon,
for I’m almost dead. And when the wrong possess might
they try to condemn innocent ones to hells fright.

These are things to be remembered.