Down The Rabbit Hole

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Ah Summer, and too much time on one’s hands. I mentioned in an earlier post that I was reading Shelley’s, Frankenstein, although brilliant, dark, and depressing are its mood, I put it down. It really was not putting my consciousness in the creative mind frame I feel necessary at this time. I am about halfway through it, but Victor’s utter lack of manning up, really doesn’t make me cheer for the protagonist. I look forward to finish reading it another time. So other than dealing with the constant needs directed toward attending ASU in the Fall, which is rapidly approaching, and requiring a tenacity to endure certain tribulations related to continuing my path. I must just release it.

Speaking of releasing! Whoa, things have come up from depths in me that I didn’t even realize were there. Has this sort of clearing been going on with any of you? But it is amazing, like in reading Frankenstein I understood all the literary references, whereas once I would not. Now having wisdom, as these issues come up from the depths, they float lightly before me, and I observe them, and then release them and they dissipate. I digress having not yet referenced the post title, Down The Rabbit Hole, so either from boredom, or escapism, as not to deal with complicated ASU  Resident Petition, I indulge in reading articles, and watching YouTube videos. Actually I always do that. lol One thing usually leads to another. I am still just obsessed with Michael Stipe, and the Losing My Religion, video. Then I faintly remembered my baby sister being at the video shoot, which just continued that conversation. I noticed the reference in the video to Gabriel Garcia Marquez, story, The Very Old Man With Enormous Wings, which I swear I wrote about here, but I cannot find where. Anyway that is a great story, I linked the pdf above.

I have comfort DVD’s that go with comfort food like ice cream. I doubt that it is any surprise that I am a SciFi freak, so I have been watching my full series dvd’s of Farscape.  Space shows always comfort me, which is odd, like Star Trek TNG, was like family, I cried when it was cancelled. So my ethereal space myth is my psychological ice cream, or Little Debbie Swiss Roll snack cakes.

So I indulge myself in attempting understanding articles on quantum psychics, channeled messages to hopefully inspire hope, and the curious conspiracies. I shared a post on Facebook that was titled, “Earth taken by the Hubble Telescope” sometimes I am naive, as it was a composite image, a friend scoffed that the Hubble was missing. I thought that is odd, she is out of her mind. So yesterday I approached the rabbit hole via watching this video, Hubble Tracks Bright Auroras on Jupiter, which was followed by this video, Flat Earth: Graduate Finds Out the Hubble Doesn’t Exist, (long and a it boring, but I listened threw,) and concluding with this one, Don’t Believe in Flat Earth Theory? This Might Change Your Mind. As the video maker comments, even conspiracy theorist laugh at this one, yet I watched for two hours, after I had delayed the watching by two hours to watch a documentary on Stanley Kubrick, called Room 237, this was . . . fascinating at the least, considering a couple of months ago I saw a video  (Has Vanished) of Kubrick two days before he died confessing that he shoot the moon landing here in a studio. Snopes says it is a fake, and so does Kubrick’s wife but…… None of this was shocking but the guy with the Flat Earth theory video??? It is as intriguing as a crazy sounding conspiracy can get. These ideas find there way into popular culture, as the wall of ice said by Admiral Byrd at the edge of the Earth is also echoed in the smash HBO, series, Game of Thrones, has a wall:

The Wall is a colossal fortification which stretches for 100 leagues (300 miles) along the northern border of the Seven Kingdoms, defending the realm from the wildlings who live beyond. The Wall is reported to be over 700 feet tall and is made of solid ice. It was supposedly constructed using both magic and mundane means some eight millennia ago, in the aftermath of the Long Night to defend the realm against the White Walkers who apparently dwell in the far north, though they are now considered myths by most.

If you are so inclined to watch the 2 hour long theory, you would see the similarities. It bent my mind platform I must admit.

Since I have spent my adult life seeking the answers to the philosophical questions, “Who am I?, What am I? What is existence?”, and so on, I attempt to remain open. Not long ago I saw business man Elon Musk site his theory that, The Chance We Are Not living in a computer simulation is one in billions. ??? It is possible.

In that are we in a Matrix, look at binary code, what do we see? 011100100 011100100, hmm 11/11 phenomena maybe? Or perhaps we live under a dome on a Flat Earth, like a lab experiment, or we are some sweet creatures of a jealous god, or some haphazard chemistry that evolved? Everybody has an opinion or a belief, one way or another. I will continue being entertained, and curious about existence, and its theories. For now it is back to my Farscape, marathon, and ice cream.

Life Is Bigger

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R.E.M.

Oh life, it’s bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

Consider this
Consider this, the hint of the century
Consider this, the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now I’ve said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream

Art

Gwen Duda

I did not realize that Micheal Stipe was a visual artist and a director, as well as a singer-songwriter. This song and video from 1991, is just as relevant, and current 25 years later. That video is a very nice bit of film-making.

End of the World

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It’s The End of the World

It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine

It’s the End of an old paradigm. The last of the four blood moons that has portended the Apocalypse by some fundamentalist Christian ministers, like John Hague, with his, Blood Moon Prophecy. I think it is high time to end that old world paradigm. Therefore today it is a Brand New World, it might not be immediately evident, in which case, go to the drawer and put on your rose colored glasses. As constant and consistent co-creators of our realities, and world, having a rosy vision is imperative.

I continue to wear rose colored glasses, in my college courses my beliefs are scoffed, and ridiculed. My Physical Anthropology Professor, (not knowing I believe) laughs at Ancient Alien theorist and calls it pseudo science, in my Lit class the thought of Utopian ideas is also thought of as ridiculous. The naysayer in me wants to agree. I am a rational person, but I must believe! I must give myself the freedom, and creative power to believe. Or, a fairy will die.

Say it with me,

I Do Believe in Fairies!

I Do!

I Do!