#1
This is a story set in a time when parallel universe was merely a theory. It was a time when among the six billion souls searching for happiness, The Poet Among Us realized it was an exercise in futility.
The Poet Among us
sifting thru
Sand-Time
To Sense a silent terror
A Touch of simple truth
From whence thy sacred tried
evolve toward the scared;tired
When the solace tremble
the words un-spoken true
I wince with scars triumphant
to pray you've seen it through
estes
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The saga of Curious George
#2
For those unfamiliar with Curious George, he is a monkey consistently finding trouble for doing, what he believes to be, the right thing. That said, I often find myself empathetic in similar primal circumstances. Having been told I’m unconventional, my thoughts strange, my opinions unusual, all of which I concur; It is indeed a monkey’s dilemma.
Now for most folks that would prove to be unsettling. As for me, I tend to revel in such comments. I'm firmly entrenched practicing common sense, logic and reason. They are undoubtebly the most neglected tools of this epoch as it pertains to integrity and credulity.
To describe life as dreary would not be inaccurate; the caveat being life has not been uneventful. Of course that sounds like a contradiction, but if I may…enter the Emotional Nervous System. It seems fear is the most powerful of motivators as well as the basis of survival memory.
"Normally, when a person is in a serene, unstimulated state, the "firing" of neurons in the locus ceruleus is minimal. A novel stimulus (which could include a perception of danger or an environmental stressor such as elevated sound levels or over-illumination), once perceived, is relayed from the sensory cortex of the brain through the hypothalamus to the brain stem."
*Fight-or-flight response From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
Simply stated, when your world takes a detour through hell, it is best not to wait for the guided tour. Doing the right thing and doing the easy thing are seldom one in the same. The one point of which I am certain is life is a montage of memories, somehow frozen in time.
When we enter the realm of speechless despair and guttural pain, it may well be a neon sign welcoming you to hell. Essentially, it matters not whether one believes in God, fate, time or karma…the primary issue being a crisis in confidence, an emotional episode or a Central Nervous System failure.
All you need to be aware of is discovering you're in the fetal position, at which point it's safe to assume the realization of survival mode...Trust in Love, Vision, Instinct and Integrity to pull yourself to freedom and safety. The LVII theory, commonly referred to as the Heinz 57 Variety Guide to Survival, is you're savior.
For those unfamiliar with Curious George, he is a monkey consistently finding trouble for doing, what he believes to be, the right thing. That said, I often find myself empathetic in similar primal circumstances. Having been told I’m unconventional, my thoughts strange, my opinions unusual, all of which I concur; It is indeed a monkey’s dilemma.
Now for most folks that would prove to be unsettling. As for me, I tend to revel in such comments. I'm firmly entrenched practicing common sense, logic and reason. They are undoubtebly the most neglected tools of this epoch as it pertains to integrity and credulity.
To describe life as dreary would not be inaccurate; the caveat being life has not been uneventful. Of course that sounds like a contradiction, but if I may…enter the Emotional Nervous System. It seems fear is the most powerful of motivators as well as the basis of survival memory.
"Normally, when a person is in a serene, unstimulated state, the "firing" of neurons in the locus ceruleus is minimal. A novel stimulus (which could include a perception of danger or an environmental stressor such as elevated sound levels or over-illumination), once perceived, is relayed from the sensory cortex of the brain through the hypothalamus to the brain stem."
*Fight-or-flight response From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
Simply stated, when your world takes a detour through hell, it is best not to wait for the guided tour. Doing the right thing and doing the easy thing are seldom one in the same. The one point of which I am certain is life is a montage of memories, somehow frozen in time.
When we enter the realm of speechless despair and guttural pain, it may well be a neon sign welcoming you to hell. Essentially, it matters not whether one believes in God, fate, time or karma…the primary issue being a crisis in confidence, an emotional episode or a Central Nervous System failure.
All you need to be aware of is discovering you're in the fetal position, at which point it's safe to assume the realization of survival mode...Trust in Love, Vision, Instinct and Integrity to pull yourself to freedom and safety. The LVII theory, commonly referred to as the Heinz 57 Variety Guide to Survival, is you're savior.
DAY 333…VII Century
#3
A Sacrament of the number three gave birth to the origin of chess. Legend has it around Seventh Century AD, the Emperor of India was struck with boredom. He was a fine leader possessing the characteristics of an honest truth seeking man.
Born on day three hundred thirty-three and being the third child in a house of poverty merited three gifts of wisdom. The first of which was the vision of sagacity granting him mental discernment, judiciousness and foresight. The second was an acute instinct of survival, the fight or flight mechanism, and most precious of all was unimpeachable integrity.
We pick-up the story with the people of Gupta content realizing prolonged peace and prosperity propagated throughout the land. The wise Emperor believed no man could better judge himself,than himself. Since no man was possessed such capacity, the wise Emperor took it upon himself to provide this service for his people. Thus the origination of what was to be known as his Grand VII Century Plan began. The game of chess was to play an instrumental role, albeit a pawn, for it mirrored life itself.
To Master the game of chess was to master life itself. Chess had the capacity to reveal a man’s strenghts and weaknesses. Success of this plan would ensure an everlasting empire in Gupta. For the Emperor knew Man’s achievements were to be judged through the wisdom of his choices.
Revelations of inner conflict are divinely disclosed utilizing chess as a conduit alleviating mans' catharsis. The quality of one's self improves intellectually, emotionally, physically and spiritually from challenges within. These ingredients determined the recipe toward attainment of a balance of virtue and justice.
Thus, the concept of chess mirroring life remains in existence to this day. “Thinking three moves ahead” alludes to observation and preparation of your opponent's psyche. It is only then anticipation of your oppositions' moves becomes realistic. The conspicuous exception to the initial form of chess: originally people were the chess pieces on a life sized scale chess board.
Eventually the wise Emperor realized his "gifts" could not be taught to the lowly masses. He did however prolong peace, spread good will, and perform charitable deeds throughout the land. Leaders from near and far came to Gupta with hopes of acquiring the three gifts of the VII Century Plan. They left disappointed.
The story of chess conquering the world was a consolation in the eyes of the wise Emperor. His ideal of the Grand VII Plan was the unattainable prize of immortality. The game of chess was merely a means to a grand end. Great expectations aside, the learned people realized they left Gupta better off than when they arrived.
Eventually the blessing was realized, the sacrament of threes' was empowered to few to be savored by many. That is of course until Consequently, an epiphany from none other than the Village Idiot, shook Gupta to its very core. As the story goes the Village Idiot, oldest brother to the Emperor, was the responsible caregiver and mentor to his youngest brother, the wise young Emperor. The elder sibling took solace in this achievement and so it was bestowed upon him the long awaited and elusive peace which he so desperatly desired and richly deserved.
A Sacrament of the number three gave birth to the origin of chess. Legend has it around Seventh Century AD, the Emperor of India was struck with boredom. He was a fine leader possessing the characteristics of an honest truth seeking man.
Born on day three hundred thirty-three and being the third child in a house of poverty merited three gifts of wisdom. The first of which was the vision of sagacity granting him mental discernment, judiciousness and foresight. The second was an acute instinct of survival, the fight or flight mechanism, and most precious of all was unimpeachable integrity.
We pick-up the story with the people of Gupta content realizing prolonged peace and prosperity propagated throughout the land. The wise Emperor believed no man could better judge himself,than himself. Since no man was possessed such capacity, the wise Emperor took it upon himself to provide this service for his people. Thus the origination of what was to be known as his Grand VII Century Plan began. The game of chess was to play an instrumental role, albeit a pawn, for it mirrored life itself.
To Master the game of chess was to master life itself. Chess had the capacity to reveal a man’s strenghts and weaknesses. Success of this plan would ensure an everlasting empire in Gupta. For the Emperor knew Man’s achievements were to be judged through the wisdom of his choices.
Revelations of inner conflict are divinely disclosed utilizing chess as a conduit alleviating mans' catharsis. The quality of one's self improves intellectually, emotionally, physically and spiritually from challenges within. These ingredients determined the recipe toward attainment of a balance of virtue and justice.
Thus, the concept of chess mirroring life remains in existence to this day. “Thinking three moves ahead” alludes to observation and preparation of your opponent's psyche. It is only then anticipation of your oppositions' moves becomes realistic. The conspicuous exception to the initial form of chess: originally people were the chess pieces on a life sized scale chess board.
Eventually the wise Emperor realized his "gifts" could not be taught to the lowly masses. He did however prolong peace, spread good will, and perform charitable deeds throughout the land. Leaders from near and far came to Gupta with hopes of acquiring the three gifts of the VII Century Plan. They left disappointed.
The story of chess conquering the world was a consolation in the eyes of the wise Emperor. His ideal of the Grand VII Plan was the unattainable prize of immortality. The game of chess was merely a means to a grand end. Great expectations aside, the learned people realized they left Gupta better off than when they arrived.
Eventually the blessing was realized, the sacrament of threes' was empowered to few to be savored by many. That is of course until Consequently, an epiphany from none other than the Village Idiot, shook Gupta to its very core. As the story goes the Village Idiot, oldest brother to the Emperor, was the responsible caregiver and mentor to his youngest brother, the wise young Emperor. The elder sibling took solace in this achievement and so it was bestowed upon him the long awaited and elusive peace which he so desperatly desired and richly deserved.
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