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“Fear is only as deep as the mind allows.” ~ Japanese Proverb.
Fear is the opposite of love. Fear is what stops and kills all motivation in the human being. Fear is made by the mind a powerful entity. Understanding and always remembering the root of fear will expand our knowledge and boost our sincere love, towards ourselves and others; therefore, it is paramount we delve into it. If something goes wrong in your life, it can be traced back to fear, perhaps conscious, or perhaps subconscious from childhood. You want a successful and happy future and to enjoy each moment, then, know your fears…
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First, there was a boy; Peter was his name. He loved taking photographs of nature; since child he had been fascinated with capturing moments in life on moving film or still camera, for him it was all about emotional depth and the deeper understanding of nature’s interactions with all sentient life. Now, he would walk down parks in the whole state where he lived and take emotional photographs of the intimacy of nature itself. Birds being fed by people sitting on benches, ducks on the pond, dogs being walked by their humans, squirrels eating and squeaking in their woodsy habitats, even a few bears photographed from secret hiding places up in the mountains; it all made him blissful and gave him true freedom, communion with himself.
PETER
Then, of course, there was a small Toy Poodle dog; his name was Beast. Peter and Beast were the best of friends, the closest and most loving towards each other. They were always together, and I mean always; Beast would go along Peter when he took his photographs in the park, in the woods, in the beautiful sandy beach, etc. They had been best friends since Peter was nine and Beast had been less than one year old, when Peter rescued him from a sewer line–because some ignorant moron had not wanted the little dog and had left him there to die.
BEAST
One day, like every morning, they had breakfast together. Peter sat and ate his cereal in the kitchen, Beast sat near him and ate his little pieces of dog food.
BREAKFAST AND PLAY.
Once they finished eating, they played a little. But there is one thing I did not tell you yet: They were both alone in the world, they only had each other, which was fine; but, however, sometimes they would feel a little lonely. Peter had never met his family, and at about eight years old he had escaped from the orphanage in the depth of night. Beast, well, if it weren’t for Peter he would be gone from this ephemeral life.
One day, they both decided to take a walk in the woods; and while playing a little in the way there, they saw something. “Wow!–” Peter exclaimed while Beast wagged his tail happily.
KATE
They contemplated Kate, a beautiful girl his age holding a camera as well; she was next to a few rocks and pushing her back against a tree, but she looked scared. Peter did not understand why she looked like that, because a tree was blocking his view and he could only see her. Someone was after her, causing her to be scared.
When he got near her, he saw the whole thing; the baby bear he had become friends with was terrorizing her. Wait!– To be honest, the friendly baby bear was only interested in the sandwich she kept in her pants pocket, so there was no terrorizing her really. So, taking advantage of this friendship, Peter told his bear friend to leave her and to take his own lunch–it was Vegan food, much more nutritious and good for the growing bear.
So, long story short, Peter, Kate, and Beast were now best friends, best artistic buddies ever, sharing the same adventures and goals in life. Peter and Kate fell in love, and then Beast got a little jealous. But something wonderful happened next!
They were coming to the house that they shared together, the three of them now. Peter and Kate had brought a companion for little Beast; the dog pound guy had been thrilled to have found a new home for this little sweet one. Peter opened the bedroom door, and there she was with her tongue sticking out:
“SURPRISE!!” Peter and Kate yelled. Princess was a small dog, too. Beast looked confused, but then he stuck out his tongue in approval. Immediately, they got along perfect, sniffed each other’s butts and played like soulmates. In a way, they were falling in love. And Beast was extremely happy, so was princess, to have met each other.
PRINCESS
To end this story, Peter and Kate started both selling their pictures and working for the same magazine. A couple of years later, they got married and were never separated. Beast and Princess were together and had a couple of puppies.
Great insecurity and fear left a dark spirit bare,
People shouted and amongst themselves fought,
The city was under siege and in fog wrought.
But there was one which came from another place,
He had carried courage and might all his days;
He had been born in a different age and town,
He was a being of truth, strength, love bound.
Arrived he to impress and conquer immorality,
With a mighty flame to do away with brutality.
A girl in the crowd contemplated his flame;
He emanated a greater purpose and fame.
The streets were safe and the strife was ended
Due to this man of the flame and spirit splendid;
Now they loved him, there were no cold hearts,
The girl was fascinated, under cupid’s darts.
He saw her amongst the crowd with a smile,
Then lit up, went to her with no guile;
So they found each other, profound connection,
Two souls merging with great affection.
“The Reaper in the trunk!“
The night is really dark and bitter cold, The candy sour and the movie old, The car is a beauty from the eighties,
I am Richard on a date with Mercedes.
Can’t believe I’m watching this drag
Right after landing with this jet lag,
She fell asleep, there is no one around,
No other viewers, now rain is coming down;
No car roof, I should’ve brought a raincoat.
Damn this weather, the tickets I bought!
Thought this would be for us a fun time!
My girl, candy, the tickets only cost a dime.
I will go take a look in the trunk for a jacket,
Even though fog is here and the wind is a racket.
CCRR! CCRR! Jeez, the noise, is someone in the back?!
Christ!!– I just saw the Reaper in the Trunk!
“The Holder of Magic“
There was a time long ago in another dimension,
Of different time and space that to the human mind brings tension;
This entity had no face and body of the physical kind,
For there were no superficial identities, names, and relationship bind,
It was a He and a She, pure energy, excellent evolution,
Emotional Intelligence, high senses, love essence fusion.
In his dimension there existed no wars, religions, politics, and classes,
For there were no violent beliefs, greed, revenge, and mediocre masses;
Hence, it might be a Heaven for the human sort,
Because consciousness was free there, there was no physical foe to thwart.
This entity had a quest, his nature, his very purpose of existence;
He was after knowledge, deeper love, beauty, he was all persistence,
He experienced the magic flowing everywhere, its smell, its taste, its radiance,
One with his universe, no separation, in his vast mind there was no variance.
But there existed an issue, the challenge which made life worth living;
Paralyzing fear, dark magic, negative mind-fogs, hidden forces unforgiving.
So he went into meditation, contemplated the obscurity, looked for the light;
But there was struggle, the soul was dark, misery, pain, a fright.
Woah!— Then the Holder of Magic came into being out of thin air!
A deity, a healer, a magician so powerful he was everywhere!
This deity like sound from the universe of light took care of the entity,
For the deity was absolute peace, powerful love, true conscious identity.
From then on thanks to the deity there remained dark bits here and there,
But no true malignant energy, no paralyzing fear, now it was fair.
It lies in the powerful spirit of The Holder of Magic, not in the mind,
For thinking too much about opinions makes it to reality be blind.
The deity finds his might in that which the eye cannot see,
In the subconscious flow, Infinite Intelligence, in the real me.
“The fact of storytelling hints at a fundamental human unease, hints at human imperfection. Where there is perfection there is no story to tell.” ~ Ben Okri; Nigerian poet and novelist.
Storytelling is, plain and simple, ALWAYS, a performing art. You cannot be a great storyteller if you are not able to build great scenarios in your mind’s eye and specifically direct the scenes with protagonist and antagonist. You could be a professional writer film-maker, actor, or any other, but you will never connect with any audience at a deeper human level, or bring extraordinary success to your life and craft, if you cannot arrange and control these creative energies in your mind to design incredibly moving scenarios as a great performer. Steven King, Spielberg, Leonardo da Vinci, Mozart, they all present this creative power of performing in their minds, they arrange and position every scenario, whether is a moving picture or a still picture–it is all a story, because if it is not a story then it won’t create really deep emotion when the viewer or listener enjoys the art form.
In order to be truly creative genius, real talent which gets to the heart of the public, and, obviously, to the heart of the creator in the first place, there must exist face-to-face experience; however, this experience of the genius creator is not merely the experience of the outer environment, but it is the experience lived in the moment and created by the incredibly powerful mind’s eye. The performance in the mind of the creator must be pristine and real, it must engage all your emotions and take over the very essence of your cellular composition, and it must feel like you are really there in the scenario and it must answer the questions you open with each movement in your mind;because if you cannot answer those questions, then, the public will not be able to answer them later, they will just walk away due to no deep human connection, specifically due to no INDIVIDUAL CONNECTION.
Extraordinary storytelling is mainly the direct or indirect sense of tension between storyteller and listener/ public, it does not matter the form of storytelling and it does not matter the genre of the story. See, storytelling is the profound understanding of when tension is growing, remaining leveled, and when it is slackening; hence, if you are not keen or master of this process, chances are, you will not be very good at expressing yourself and connecting to people through the great art of storytelling, even though your intentions and wishes to connect may be heartfelt.
Storytelling is seizing the imagination of the audience in a subtle and/or unsubtle way, but always swiftly keeping tension and opening questions in the mind of this same audience, and this art is also connection through the screen, painting, or piece of writing. That’s all it is. Raw and uncut, flawed and human; because extraordinary storytelling gets close to life and we must take from it something to elevate the human spirit or to at least give us some meaning of something important to us. Flawed and human, raw and uncut, I said, because human life itself is flawed as well; therefore, whoever seeks perfection in their art is not a true artist, due to true art being life and life being true art.
In this great art of the human experience, digressions and elaborations, your own twist and turns and individual mannerisms, are welcomed and suggested always; but, and you must pay attention to this very well, first you have to make sure the audience is hooked by the promise of something to come or some form of tension already created.You as the creator and master storyteller cannot assume that the reader or audience will be as interested as you are in your art form, so you must project a deeper experience with some form of tension first, and once they are involved emotionally or hooked to your story then you can elaborate crazy characters and twists and turns. This is the golden rule of all genius storytelling.
Being a master of storytelling is more than just creating art in the professional life, but it goes to the everyday life of the human being as well, for stories are all around us and they are what make human experience of value. As a master storyteller you will connect deeper and create opportunities for yourself, motivate yourself and others to reach whatever is of importance, and emanate a sense of love into the world.
Because, remember, storytelling is life itself, and life is storytelling itself.
Storytelling has amazing effects in the physical brain, because storytelling is the projection of real experience in the mind and body of the creator, and of the listener as well. Effective storytelling elevates the human spirit, and it creates real experience which may as well sharpen the mind.
“Your intellect may be confused, but your emotions will never lie to you.” ~ Roger Ebert; American film critic, historian, journalist, screenwriter, and author.
Becoming acquainted with your own emotions at a deeper level is a sign of strength, it is the most important step in knowing yourself and your value as a person. How you feel, why you feel that way, how did that feeling emerge, and what is causing it; see, all these are extremely delicate and essential for all human beings, for your thoughts are biased and they can deceive you, but your emotions under the microscope of your own inner understanding cannot, and in fact they will build your intuition powers and your strength as an individual human being. This is a MUST DO to achieve all growth–i.e., spiritual, mental, and physical.
In my own experience: Once you connect with your deeper emotions, a transformation happens, you hold the greatest power, and you become a beast.
“Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.” ~ Confucius; ancient Chinese teacher, editor, politician, and philosopher.
When a baby is born, he’s born pure and flawless, untainted by beliefs, dogmas, opinions, corrupted views, and all that which separates human beings and makes them design stupid differences and all kinds of hatred; however, as he grows up and leans on subconsciously ignorant parents (which might be good or bad, but still ignorant) to teach him and guide him, he thus builds himself from the inside and generates identity and value to himself based on the process of growing up with those parents and in that environment. When that baby becomes an adult, he does things, interacts and connects with the world around him, quite often not knowing why he does anything he does, hence, he does not know himself in deep, just on the surface, and this causes him to suffer and bring all sorts of problems to himself and his life.
And, of course, the mediocre society, culture, nation, people around him does not help, cannot help really, because they are ignorant as well. This is the process of real sin we are all tied to, or as Buddha puts it: “Pain is the outcome of sin.” His life then becomes a mess, he gets anxious and stressed, he believes himself to be unworthy of success, his mind shrinks, his heart becomes polluted, there’s no critical intuition or sixth sense, he falls prey of his own beliefs and theories, etc. etc.; consequently, he creates more distance between himself and other human beings, and he separates himself from nature–i.e., from animals, from trees, from mountains, from rivers, from the air he breathes, and so on and so forth.
In short, he becomes ignorant to his connection with the whole of creation and he finds his identity in what he thinks he is. Thoughts become his world, he follows thought and he praises thought, so his entire life revolves around thoughts from the past and the future (for thought only belongs to the past and the future, and the only reality is the present Now).
It can last for generations without conscious awareness of it. Don’t let it ruin your kids.
And in this stupor, the grown man now cannot understand why events, relationships, ventures, and all interactions in his life go wrong and bring him stress and suffering, and make him doubt himself and devalue himself. But deep inside he knows something, some real essence, even if his own thoughts do not know it; he knows at a deeper level that he is worth, that he is good at something, but the problem is that he cannot bring that value up to the surface and use it to connect with the world–so in this way he is basically in a prison that he built himself by putting his value on his thoughts, when his thoughts, or ego, cannot help him reach that real inner value he has. Then, obviously, frustration and violence (mental, emotional, and physical) take over him, control him, drive his destiny.
But the cure for this has been in him all along, he just did not notice because he was always connecting and praising his thoughts like some god; and this cure needs remembrance, for if he is to get the truth out of him then he needs to remind himself of the truth. And this is the truth the baby knew long ago, and that the baby still within him knows. His real value and the wisdom to discern everything that goes on with him and with his life. The truth to drive his destiny. The truth to all bliss.
To get and embrace this deep inner truth, he needs knowledge, but not any knowledge; but this he needs, self-education of where he really came from as an energetic or spiritual being, self-education of the science of the atom which makes all matter, self-education of the society he interacts with ever day, self-education of the emotions he has and why he thinks what he thinks, ad infinitum. Some call it “Knowledge of Self.”
Discovering yourself is a journey and not a destination, and it will help you understand the road to success on anything you search in your life, it will open your sixth sense and you will see magical things with your heart, you will experience things you haven’t experienced before, things which thought cannot help you experience, things beyond the physical properties you experience every day.
But you need to remember who you are and the real value you have. This is done ONLY through acquiring the right knowledge that can shock your current thinking and erase all your wrong beliefs of yourself and of the world around you. It is destruction of the old you, to thus build the new and powerful you.
As Buddha said, “Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and with your own common sense.” And as he also said, “No one saves us but ourselves, no one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”
“If you have a positive attitude and constantly strive to give your best effort, eventually you will overcome your immediate problems and find you are ready for greater challenges.” ~ Pat Riley; American professional basketball executive, former coach and player.
When our energy to keep going is drained and we feel exhausted, heavy thoughts and emotions overwhelm us, and our minds, without our knowledge sometimes, start narrowing in size blinded by clouds of polluted confusion; then, as we all know, we create the dark concept of failure, which, obviously, being a construct of the exhausted mind, does not really exist but it only springs from our ego. And when the mind becomes exhausted and overwhelmed by thoughts of failure, self-pity arises and takes over our thinking, kills all rationale, and poisons our ideas and behaviors.
But in this state of absolute stupor, we cannot see the true reality, that the chemistry, the neuronal circuitry of our entire nervous system has been compromised and directed to bomb our bodies with toxins to make us have darker thoughts and to see only sadness and misery, and in turn these neuronal connections drive toxins into our cellular make-up to thus attract unhealthy habits and illnesses into our system/organs, hence, it is why we become sick and also moody. And this can either happen consciously or subconsciously.
Now, there is something which can override this system of poison or toxic processes, and it all starts in your mind, is free and extremely powerful, and you do not have to go and take outside medicines of any kind; because this remedy is in you already, IT IS YOU, but perhaps you have not noticed it because of all the negative processes consuming you when confusion strikes and the illusion of failure is created within your mind.
Oh, so that’s what happened to humanity! See, when you laugh at the problems presented in your midst and to the nonsense other people do, then you become stronger and resilient to deal with whatever happens in your life, your mind elevates and you see above your own problems, you come up with imaginative ideas and great solutions to further progress.
What can override this system of dangerous proportions taking over your whole body and wreaking havoc within your thoughts, emotions, and behaviors, is just the simplest, silliest thing, “LAUGHTER.” This means seeing above your own problems and nonsense from other people, so you can realize that you are not your problems, so you can realize that you are the reaction to your problems; therefore, you are always in control, whether you know it at the moment or not.
Don’t think you will be able to pay the mortgage coming up? The kids are being kicked out of school? Someone called you something you don’t like? You lost your job? Someone close to you died? You engaged into a conversation with a moron who has a very small mind? Your reaction is everything in life. I am not saying is easy, mind you. I am not saying you shouldn’t care, mind you.
I am indeed saying that you should always think clearly, and do not become trapped by thoughts of destruction which can alter your mood and behavior thus making the problem even worse. There is always a solution, and you will only find it if you can remain stress free. If you still do not find a solution, find another idea and move onto something else. Put your whole energy into something new.
Laughing through your problems or seeing them as something that is beneath you, will make you stronger and clearer of mind to use rationale and think sharper. Remember the toxins being dumped by your nervous system that I mentioned at the beginning, the loads of poisonous chemicals going throughout your system and affecting your whole molecular make-up when you feel overwhelmed by stress…?? This is nullified and cleaned instantly by a bigger perspective, by laughing or seeing beyond your problems.
It is like a system of pipes: If you add garbage and toxic waste, then, the pipes will be grimy and clogged, spreading diseases to whomever is nearby; however, if the pipes are clean and washed of all toxins, then, they can run smoothly and they will be working perfectly. Inside you, the system is just like that, and laughing at your problems (however large or small they are) will clean those neuronal pipes running throughout your entire body, it will bring energy that is healthy and positive and then it will spread that same energy into your very cells and into your very thoughts, thus giving you ideas that are clear, solutions that are efficient, and behaviors that are constructive. A better life overall.
This is one of the most important things to understand about life, because quite often one ignores it or forgets it. But if you are able to remember this in the moments when you are confused and exhausted mentally, in those moments of stress and tragedy in your life, then, you will rise yourself above all that and grow your mind and human spirit to not only better your own life, but to spread and affect others around you with this godlike quality of laughter and joy through the challenges of life.
The God-Man exists, is not just a crazy idea; however, it lives beyond mediocrity and filth, because it is in fact your higher mind, and it does not dwell in any mental and emotional garbage.
Somewhere in New York City, present time. Around 2 am.
The apartment is truly a mess: TV bashed in, things strewn on the floor, mirrors hanging on the wall cracked in two. The apartment of a really angry and miserable person, a person who sits perfectly still on his living room chair now, a person whose thought is clear and peaceful now, a person who had a real awakening and feels… different…
Jesus!!!– What da hell?!– What happened?!– What am I doing…?! Why did I do that…?! … Who am I…?? Am I one or two…?? I feel… I dunno. I think I feel better now. Jeez– But who or what was that…?? I didn’t recognize him. Man, this is crazy, and it was like I had a demon in me. Perhaps a demon I had all along, but I had not realized it before. But–But everything is so clear now. And I don’t feel guilty. I feel… I feel free, my mind feels so light, unburdened from the demon who was just a few seconds ago wreaking havoc. The one who did this… in my mind and in my apartment…
My life. I have to do something about it, now that I can see clearly… God– My head. I have to stand up from this chair and walk around, be more in the present and try to emotionally connect to myself… Ah!– Funny. And to think I had to hit rock bottom and try to kill myself to see this clearly, to think this clearly… “Shiva, The destroyer”–The old must be destroyed to build the new. Ordinary must be replaced by extraordinary. The mind elevates and the spiritual being is realized fully. That’s the way of Shiva– That crazy book, from that crazy guy, it had it right all along. Yeah, I was so stupid. Why was I that stupid…?? I don’t remember. Praising those superficial people, wanting to be like them instead of being myself, eating like them, believing what they believed, visiting the places they visited. Shit– I can fly now, and I can be myself, and I feel more confident than ever… Yes, definitely! This is the start of a new life for me!
“Shiva, The Destroyer of The Old and Builder Of the New.”
Several minutes earlier. Climbing the stairs up to his apartment, taken by devil, really angry and cursing the very air he breathes…
Goddammit!– I can’t… God– I can’t even breathe now. Jesus– The steps of the damn stairs! I see blurry. What is this?! Why now…?? My heartbeat is really pounding this time. But I just… It was just some fun like always. I loved the adrenaline. The drugs. The dancing. The illegal racing. And the girls… Damn you– I’m not… I am better than this! I am… I just want to die. Fortunately, I have that gun still sitting in my room. Gotta try again. Thought things would be better, but they are–they are… not… The guys!– My so called friends. Shit!– SLAMM!!
I can’t even see clearly. Dammit– This is the living room. And this rage! GGOODD!!! Fuck!… Oh, shit. Why me…?? … But, yeah. It’s the only solution… What is this? My mother gave me this for Christmas. Never used it. Still has the fucking bow… My mother. She probably doesn’t need me that much. What da fuck is my role in this family?! I’m a loser anyway… It’ll all be over soon… SMASH!!! I hate this TV! It brought me so much confusion and I didn’t even know it back then. I always hated myself for being the way I am!… SMASH!!! Well, there will be no bad luck from breaking this shitty mirror now that I will be fucking gone, will it?!
SMASH!!! SMASH!!! No one will treat me like that anymore! It will stop all the pain and this… FUCKING RAGE! SMASH!!! … Yeah, and I wanted to start my own business! Selling what?!–stupid real state?! I didn’t even go to high school!! Look at all this shit– These stupid marketing plans, and these contracts… GOD!– Where’s that fucking gun?! … Here it is… The cold grip, the solution to my problems, fast and painless… Jesus! My–My hands. I can’t–I can’t make ’em stop shaking!… My thoughts. Too fucking loud! And my heart doesn’t stop! AAGGGHHH!!!–
BBAAAANNGG!!!— (…and so the bang of the gun was loud, but it slipped his clammy hand just in time, and shot through the window into the dark and fateful night…)
- Asa Rodriguez - 