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Too Late to Apologize

I have an invigorated interest, as of late, in our government, and I am not the only one. I read, recently the Declaration of Independence. Inspiring and moving.

When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

(Enough is enough, we no longer recognize this government’s authority over us. Everyone’s authority is the same and comes from God and the laws of nature, and NOT from any other man)

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness.

(It is obvious to anyone who thinks clearly that every person has a right to life, liberty and to be able to pursue happiness. Governments should be established by and for the governed to secure these rights. When the government can no longer do that, and is instead destructive toward those rights, it is our duty to alter or abolish that government, and create a better one)

Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security.

(People are much more likely suffer evil and injustice than bring about necessary change. But when the evil is so great and justice so little, we MUST throw off our destructive government and rebuild for the sake of our future)

Thomas Jefferson was a traitor to his country, rebelling against his government and king. The colonies had built up an economy, and a way of life free of government intrusion. When Britain started intruding and raising taxes on the colonies they got fed up. So they fought, and won independence!

The leaders set up a government through the Constitution. It was people that breathed life into our government. We, the people. Are the evils and injustices now too great? Is there still a hope that we can take this monstrosity of waste and corruption that we call the government (which as of right now is just a cabal of politicians, corporations, the Military Industrial Complex, and the Federal Reserve) and turn it back into the government we need to protect our freedoms? Or, will we let our “leaders” keep deluding themselves into thinking they actually grant us these freedoms?

Right now, it seems the evils are still sufferable.

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Change of Ideas

Laws do not change people’s hearts. Evil… is evil… is evil. Laws cannot combat evil, only righteousness. If we are to make any difference in the hearts of people we need only be the change we want to see in the world. We MUST be the example.

How do we turn things around? The same way it has always been since the beginning of our existence… we look inward and to the eternal. We change our own life, and lift up others. Laws are no substitute for righteousness nor should it dictate morality. Inversely, laws should only be a reflection of the morals of the people.

We should be in the business of changing our hearts, not in the business of passing legislation.

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Ticket to Ride

I am dreaming of a TARDIS blue Christmas!
I am dreaming of a TARDIS blue Christmas!

Look what materialized on the Christmas tree…

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There’s a War Going On For Your Mind

Wow. Please share this. We must continue to set brushfires in the hearts of people. If we give up hope or give into apathy we will lose. There’s a war going on for your mind. We are the insurgents.

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Back in the U.S.S.R.

The political landscape in this country is a reproduction of democracy. It is not real, it is imagined. We have all noted in previous elections that it came down to a choice between the “lesser of two evils”. We tolerate this? Why should we be forced to choose any evil?

Because we too are evil, or blind, or apathetic.

I personally have not voted in a Presidential election. The first time I was even inspired to vote was in the Republican primaries, and that was for Ron Paul. I watched the blogosphere and Internet press explode with the “Ron Paul Revolution”. Some co-workers and friends were caught up in the hype. I admit that sometimes I found myself getting really excited. (I also confess that I later secretly mocked those who acted similarly towards Obama) The reason why I see red flags when a large group becomes so blindly devoted is because I know this leaves us vulnerable to subtle and even direct manipulation.

The secret board of shadowy figures that rule this planet have been pulling the strings of the public mind for so long that they no longer hide it from us. The agendas of the global elite are coming to fruition (i.e., the rise of the global bank and economy, the socializing of the United States). How do I know they are not hiding it from us? Because we know about it, and not just that, some of us think it is a good idea! I have friends I love that are devout socialists. Our bloated federal government has been promising to take care of us for so long that we forgot that this country was founded by people who took care of themselves. These patriots wanted to be freed from a tyrannical government, and wanted to live life as they saw fit.

What do we want in life? How do we want to live? Most of us are so distracted by the whirlwind of life that surrounds us that we all too often forget how to be happy. We are distracted by dead end jobs. we are distracted by merchandise, and by reality TV, and by cheese stuffed crust pizza. An early roman poet who probably felt as I do now, said “Panem et Circensus”, which translates to “bread and circuses”. Caesar had learned the equation to keep his empire at war and keep the masses subdued. Keep them entertained, and keep them waiting for handouts.

Does this sound familiar at all?

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Situations

Situation Number One:
It’s the one that’s just begun,
But evidently it’s too late.

Situation Number Two:
It’s the only chance for you.
It’s controlled by denizens of hate.

Situation Number Three:
It’s the one that no one sees.
It’s all too often dismissed as fate.

Situation Number Four:
The one that left you wanting more,
It tantalized you with its bait.

-Jack Johnson

I find myself enjoying a simple song this morning. I have not had the luxury of enjoying too much of anything in the last few months, so I find it peculiar that I am still able to be in a fairly agreeable mood just about every morning.

I have some possible job opportunities coming up. If I do not get something soon, I will probably be heading back to Utah. I will try to prevent yet another move across state lines if possible, but these things are not always up to me. It is up to Him whom also gives me the joy to get through every day.

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This Aint a Surfin Movie

Movies are made to be a representation of real life. In my experience, it accomplishes this only by molding reality. So much of our desires and notions come from what seems to look good and work only in movies. This is especially true when it comes to romance.

I blame Disney for all the millions of disappointed women that never find their Prince Charming. I blame Cameron Crowe for allowing guys to believe it is romantic to be a stalker and stand outside some woman’s house, blasting a boom box.

All my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

Peter Gabriel – In Your Eyes

This is not right.

When I turned the page
The corner bent into a perfect dog-ear
As if the words knew I’d need them again
But at that time I couldn’t see it
I would read that page everyday for the next year

In some ways, I do wish my life was more like a movie. With a DVR we can rewind to the most favorite and appealing parts of a movie. There are many aspects of my life that I wish I could experience over again. I would like to bookmark these chapters so that I could revisit them anytime I wish. When I am done reliving that moment, I can just skip ahead past the embarrassing and boring parts. Live TV is just a click away.

We sat on a shoreline
Watching wind scalp the white off the waves
Sitting on a shoreline, and if I could do it
I’d dog-ear this page

Our memories will have to do. It is one thing, though, to think back on an event, and a completely different thing to be able to experience it again. To be transported back to a moment and once again be able to see, and smell, and touch, and feel… wouldn’t that be nice? We instead have to live every moment with the depressing knowledge that we will never live it again, and that our memories will one day fail us. Instead of letting this insight bring us down, we should let it inspire us to make the most of every second of every day.

We spoke about growing old
And filling the future’s empty stage

I am comforted, however, that my life is not a movie. My script is not written. I have the ability to deviate from any cliche lines. My director has given me the freedom to move about the set.

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All These Things That Ive Done

I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know. No you don’t, you don’t
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Time is said to be the ultimate equalizer. On a long enough timeline anything is possible, even the unbelievable. In the 29 and a half years that I have been alive (a very short amount of time by any standard, and a minuscule speck of existence when compared to the unfathomable concept of eternity) I have experienced the incredible. The people I have met. The things I have seen. The joy I have felt. The love given to me. Hitting rock bottom. Being lifted back up. I have many stories to tell. I have been told by many that if it was not for my earned credibility, these stories would be considered works of fiction.

I can hardly believe some of these memories myself. I have gone through many transitions in my life. I was raised in an ultra conservatively Christian home, and grew up with high expectations and standards. At an early age my mental abilities and overall intelligence were gauged to be much higher than average. I was pushed in ways that some could not even imagine. If my science project did not make it to state fair level, I would be devastated. A grade of A- in school would end my world. In the first grade, I was put in higher grade classrooms for math and other subjects. This made it difficult to make friends with, well, anyone.

The obvious detachment from normal social groups due to my odd behavior and intelligence was intensified by the fact that, as a child, I had to wear leg braces. I was born pigeon toed. There were many complications surrounding my birth. To begin with, my mother was told by many physicians that she could never have children. When she found out she was pregnant with me (the first of four children), the doctors suggested she terminate the pregnancy to avoid any risk of injury or death. My mother, to the dismay of my father, decided to go full term. Many problems occurred leading to me being born premature, and jaundice. In the womb my hip was twisted causing my legs to turn inward, which is why, to this day, some will notice that my feet turn in while walking. I was finally able to stop wearing the leg braces after a few years, when it was discovered that they were not working at all.

Moving from Rancho Cucamonga to Rialto became a time of rebirth for me. New city, new schools, new friends. I didn’t have to be who I was, I could be something completely different. I was no longer the outcast with leg braces who went to higher grade level classes for math, science and english. My intelligence, however, was still recognized. This led me to the GATE Program of California. GATE (Gifted and Talented Education) became the perfect outlet for me. I was able to socialize with people who were like me. The friendships I made were profound, especially with those outside the GATE program. Life opened up to me. By the time I entered the 7th grade, life was much more than books, and science projects, and grades. I had become addicted to having real connections with people, something I had lacked in my childhood.

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I’m so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Truth be told, my addictions had started increasing. Some of the relationships I made were not the healthiest, and were with the morally subdued. The social ineptness of my youth left me vulnerable. I started experimenting with acid, pot, and speed. This had a huge impact on my ability to make rational decisions. Fortunately, I had also made some truly amazing friends that helped me through these rough times.

This was also around the time that I rediscovered (read: discovered) my spirituality. Being part of the worship band and a leader in the youth ministry helped ground me. I re-honed my passions in life. Music has always been a passion, and I was finally in a place where I could put it to great use. I was surrounded by moral people who loved and cared about me. They were my guides. They kept me accountable.

After leaving the youth ministry my life reverted back to how it was prior to joining. Drugs once again plagued me. This time, Meth became the drug of choice. I became morally bankrupt. Some of my most unbelievable stories come from this time of my life. I hardly enjoy talking about it, but those who know me well, have heard a story or five.

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the back burner
You know you got to help me out, yeah

Hearts and souls are in need of constant refueling.  This time, I needed to do my own refueling without aid from anyone. I could not rely on surrounding myself with those that made it easy for me to make right decisions. I needed to learn how to make the correct choices on my own. I needed to learn what it was like to truly fall without a safety net. Leaving California became my only hope. This ultimately led me to where I am now.

I am not ashamed of my past, nor do I regret how I was raised or the heartaches I have endured. This has shaped me to who I am now and what I am to become. My recent surgery has also become a a tick mark on my timeline. I wonder how I will look back on what I am going through now.

I can honestly say that I have not been this happy in such a very long time. I enjoy life again. I have also recently met some awesome people here whom I’m fortunate enough to call ‘friend’. I hope I can be the positive influence for them that they are for me.

I got soul, but I’m not a soldier

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Walking After You

Tonight I’m tangled in my blanket of clouds.
Dreaming Aloud.
Things just wont do without you, matter of fact.
I’m on your back.
If you walk out on me, I’m walking after you.

Letting go of something is among the hardest (read: “heart”est) things one can do. Whether it is a possession, dream, hope, or love; we all make strong mental and emotional attachments to that which we desire. Giving up on or letting go of such desires cause a breakdown of the utmost importance. Learning to cope with these breakdowns is, in fact, one of the human race’s most profound accomplishments.

Some cope better than others. There are many different methods in dealing, and the success rates vary. There are those who futilely do their best to hang on to what they lost, and in turn, never truly let go. Others will convince themselves that what they had wasn’t important enough to mourn the loss of in the first place, while, others still, will begin to mourn their loss, and then too quickly find something new and shiny to placate their desire.

I am guilty of attempting all of these methods during my times of loss. The older I get, however, the more I realize that IT IS OKAY TO BE SAD AND HEARTBROKEN. Feeling a deep loss is part of our human experience. It allows us to reflect, learn and grow. It is perfectly fine for us to spend time mourning that which we have lost (or could never have), until we are ready to want something else. I fear that those who utilize the aforementioned ways of dealing, will not learn from their errors, and will be doomed to repeat them.

Another heart is cracked, in two, I’m on your back

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Enjoy the Silence

Vows are spoken to be broken.
Feelings are intense. Words are trivial.
Pleasures remain. So does the pain.

The move to the new house is near completion.  Most of my life’s belongings are unpacked and placed at their arbitrarily decided new location, where they will remain until I decide to move again and pack them away for an indefinite amount of time.  I am really comfortable in my new room.  It feels like home to me, more so than I have felt since I moved away from Rialto 7 years ago.

The one thing that disturbs me most about my new residence is the fact that it is so quiet.  In the apartment I recently abandoned, I had neighbors above me whose favorite hobby was to keep my roommates and myself as awake and annoyed as possible.  They honed this skill to perfection.  The neighbors across from us had a cockatiel that would chirp incessantly. I was definitely looking forward to moving and enjoying a new found silence.

Silence can sometimes be intensely emotional and turbulent.  In a conversation between two people, a lot can be said by saying nothing at all.  This kind of silence I can enjoy.   The look in someones eyes, or the body language of an individual speaks louder than any word in any language.  Words are akin to the slight of hand and misdirection a magician uses to distract you from reality.  Words are meaningless and forgettable.  What would we say if we could only speak truths about how we really feel?

In our busy, everyday activities we become so used to the background noise of life.  We tune most of it out. We hardly pay attention to it.  But we need it.  When left with only inner dialogue I am frightened by the realities of my life.  Words are seductively deceptive; thought is abstract, honest and scary. It wasn’t always this way for me.  I used to be extremely satisfied while trapped in my own head, alone.  Something changed, and I need to figure out what.