Asleep // Alarm

Asleep // Alarm

*The following script, is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…” which is due for release at the beginning of 2019.

Jagrati: WAKE UP!

Gramercy: Wait, for what? It’s only 7:00! I got a couple more zzz’s.

Jagrati: There’s a lot to do! Best start early – if you get up now, you won’t have to regret it later! Now Get up! The clock is ticking!

Gramercy: That’s just the thing tho. I didn’t set this alarm and my sleep time is set differently. I don’t respond by such algorithms and determinations. My body is still snuggled between the sheets and my brain is powered in a REM state, so I’ll keep on
resting.

Jagrati: How long shall you snooze me to your heart’s content? Will you ever be ready to face the sound or only when you decide to designate time?

Gramercy: *Clicks to snooze button*

Jagrati: *fades into slowly while progressively getting louDER!!!* Wake up! I’m the reminder of the time! I don’t aim to be embraced- just acknowledged.

Gramercy: Alright, now is the time. I’m ready but first I must get dressed for the day.

Jagrati: Therefore, you should set me early, so you have all proper time to get all your essentials done and out of the way with! By the time you finish eating your breakfast, beating your meat, and checking your phone – about an hour and a half has already passed! You only get so much time to handle your business. Start by following a specific pattern and be a disciple of this set discipline. You won’t regret it!

Gramercy: Then I’ll be like a robot always doing the same shit repeatedly.

Jagrati: Your entire species is built on the same ridiculous concept of existence. IT IS WHAT IT IS.

Gramercy: What about sleep? Don’t I deserve sleep?

Jagrati: Yes but no more than others do. You sleep too much which may be an indication of depression which is a very serious medical condition. You may not be depressed. You may just enjoy it very much because you dream every night. If the dream is more convincing than waking life – you are likely depressed.

Gramercy: So, because I love going to sleep and not waking up to you – I’m clinically depressed?

Jagrati: I said you may be depressed – I’m not saying you are. Seeing as you wake up late and snooze alarms whenever you see fit. I don’t see why you even bother to wake up whenever and ditch the idea of putting me on in the first place?

Gramercy: You’re right. I should just sleep and wake up whenever I feel like it. I don’t suppose setting the time makes a slight difference if I’m going to do what I want to do. *laughs inwardly*

Jagrati: Exactly, although you do realize that humans must have some sort of structure and order to their day otherwise everybody will be late. Which is why setting me up and abiding by my rule is better for everyone involved. After all, don’t you have something to do?

Gramercy: We all have something to do, I’m just not necessarily punctual about getting work done at a specific time. I have just accepted that I’m later to most things lol

Jagrati: You can simply blame it on the ailments of life, a schedule glitch, or the dreams that make you wanna sleep forever, it matters none. I’m here to help you get back on pace.

Gramercy: I’ll stay on sleeping, I’m tired of waking up all the time. Do you realize how paralyzing existence can be? All the bullshit and bills. It never stops and even if I wake up early to get my day started according to the system – the bullshit and bills will be waiting for me with open arms! I ain’t got the time for the dialogue. My sleep is my monologue and I refuse to be bothered by the semantics of the daily grind. I’m gonna keep on sleeping until forced to arrive at the conclusion- life is more than this.

Jagrati: The average human being sleeps about 1/3 of their life. Essentially 26 years of your life is spent sleeping…then you die. There’s no coming back when you clock out. So much to do, don’t you want to engage the various levels of the day?

Gramacy: *snores, zzzz, zzz*

Jagrati: I won’t ever shut up despite your snores!!!

*Fades while simultaneously snoring and alarm beeps*

Gramacy: !!Oh Shit, it’s 5:00 o’Clock!!!

 

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The Dawn of R.E.M

The Dawn of R.E.M

Dreams Reflect
The Activity
Found In Your
Waking Life
The Riddle is
Unlocked by
Connecting Those
Loose Dots
Scattered Throughout Your Daily Life
Don’t Be Afraid To Intend For A Dream
And To Write Down The Symbols Found
A dREaM Journal Is Your Secret Elixir

 

 

This video is about the power of dreams and what can be learned from them. There’s a lot of distractions but life can take a whole new meaning in a dREaM.

R = Rapid

E = Eye

M = Movement

The Encounter (of The Bullet)

The Encounter (of The Bullet)

You can not always dodge the bullet meant for you. Some people come to the party already locked and loaded. By preparing yourself for any possible encounter with danger you still risk the encounter of a wildcard. To be shot is to be healed by the medication of bandages and possible surgical procedure. *Unless shot in the head or if the bullet punctured a vital point.* We can’t always miss the bullet especially if there’s one designed for you. If a sniper is out chilling on a skyscraper somewhere, they have you in target and nothing can fully protect you from it.

It’s a safe comfort to know, at most times this isn’t the case. If you’re free from pissing off the wrong people, there’s no bullet with your name on it. At least not an actual bullet, but if we’re talking about a metaphorical bullet dressed as a threat?

Those you won’t be able to protect yourself from. Nowadays people go through extreme measures to shame and silence if you come with criticism. We can see how this clearly happened with Nicki Minaj in her recent interview where she implied women should not “sell sex” and to know their worth. This sparked various comments from people challenging the root of her statements to get an objective point of view.

However, Nicki actually responded to someone on Twitter personally by not only attacking him but encouraging her ‘barbs’ to follow suit to teach him a lesson. This resulted in thousands of death threats, revealing his personal phone numbers and address, and personal attacks on his Twitter page. Nicki Minaj has millions of followers and he has only over 240k. This is an example of abused power at the expense to publicly embarrass you because of a disagreement.

The internet has become a place where we consistently release our disagreements and even go as far as talking against someone the moment they disagree. Threat culture seeks to dimish and silence those that simply steer in another direction. If you express an opinion of someone who’s favorable their army so to speak can come at you unawares. I experienced this recently with another popular psychologist who has gotten a fair amount of attention – Jordan Peterson.

It started out as a simple debate he had with Fry, Dyson, and Goldberg about Political Correctness. I watched a small portion of their debate and in this clip, I happen to agree with Dyson a bit more than Peterson. (I eventually watched the whole debate and I happen to validate all of the points they offered) I expressed my reasons for this and expressed them but people *by the hundreds* came to tell me how wrong my views were.

Luckily, I don’t have a large platform as of yet and I have not gained nearly as much attention as some people have but if I did – I wouldn’t see the end of it. This is the case for anyone online especially now who may encounter a mob just by simply expressing a difference of thought.

The Encounter of a bullet. The Encounter of a mob. The announcement of our fears may invite them into our psyche. However, we can still speak out against the threat. This reminded me of a video I made 3 years ago. It must have been inspired about the same things that are inspiring me to bring it back out again. I remember uploading it but I did very little to remind people I made it. In other words, there was hardly any promotion or tags to get it out there. UNTIL NOW.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObyI0nvebjk

Oh, the wonders of the internet. It never goes away.

I’m only saying what a lot of people have said throughout history only that I’m sitting down for seven minutes talking into the camera the old school ay. No edits, no filters. I hope you can find something in it and share it with your friends and yes, make it go viral or at least on your timeline somewhere! 😀

Dreaming of A World With More Zeros

Dreaming of A World With More Zeros

I’m dreaming of a world with more zeros. A future filled with information which doesn’t end but repeats. A loop of daily routine found in a prism of ideas, to yield more discovery. How grand it would be, for our future to endlessly reach more experiences of love.

In a time where research is easily accessible – do you ever stop to think – we have enough information already? There’s so much hidden and revealed, there can’t be anything else left for us to know, right? Nah!

There’s plenty of wisdom left to uncover. The love of wisdom is what philosophy is at the center to root. The encouragement that comes from knowledge is awe-inspiring. The potential of knowledge made to good use revives and stimulates your nerves. When information is accessed properly – it aligns your memories to your eventual dreams.

Dreaming is to uncover those random thoughts that slipped through mundanity. *Let’s be Real: Life can be incredibly stagnant and predictable.* In spite of this, A picture that you briefly looked at it – can come back as a mansion of chandeliers. These can all be set to challenge and remind you of an essence meant to be explored when you wake up.

For a moment – picture every seed as a zero. When you plant zeros in the ground – you are essentially planting nothing. That’s what it seems. A small figure that expands into something Grand. All of the proper conditions must be in sync for it to yield a worthy result. Now think of it:

Dreaming of a world with more seeds.

Wouldn’t this be Grand? Where would we plant all of these seeds? They can’t all go into the ground – that would be limiting every other pocket waiting to be filled. Plant seeds in the clouds, souls, Children, etc. You’ll never have a shortage of places to plant seeds.

The more you plant those seeds – your zeros will stand among the many.

My dream is now living life with more seeds. More opportunities that await a future that’s entwined with past and present. It’s not that hard to see. A life that encourages us to plant seeds. To intend for a result which performs positivity.

ThEnDance (Sort of Dead)

ThEnDance (Sort of Dead)

”The dance at the end
Our memories and genetics – will they transcend?
What’s left of the impact we leave behind?
The matrix of life – does it fully unwind?
How are we then able to know?
When death reveals its face – do we all glow?
The insatiable hope that our actions aren’t in vain
That we’ll find a storage facility in some Human brain
Our lives are all but smoke cast into the air
Wishing to be smelled by the nose of those that dare
A compatible willingness to be remembered by the spices of our scent
Various pictures of our taste set aside as a tent in one’s mind
We all long to be remembered with a nostalgic bind
Experiences, memories, and our written history are the makeup of our lives
The dance floor is where we release – our collective archives”

Adore

Adore


/*/ I made this video 7 years ago. I was inspired by the doors ahead. What it would mean if I nervously or anxiously opened the door ahead of me. A mystery is what answers what’s beyond the door, you’ll only know if you turn. Dreams are meant to help you connect the random dots of the day. /*/

“If we could all do it because it was easy, then we’d all do it.”

Would we all do it, tho? Some do it because it’s hard – the very nature of it being hard providing motivation for the heart. There’s a growing need to do what’s written. You can only do what is written by writing it down.

Doing your To Do Lists. I’ve gotten back to carrying index cards and writing in my ‘To Do Journal.’ (Much respect to Siju, for reminding me of such tasks) There’s a lot of work to do, so best have a list to help narrow what’s important and what can wait. Cuz let’s face it: A lot of what we do on the daily bases can wait. Procrastination is seen as a toxic nuisance but it has the tendency to work with the creation of more important things.

Time Management is crucial but has the tendency to be a pain in the ass, only because it highlights the underdog prioritizing what’s relevant. Narrowing the obese just enough to fit in your jeans.

The relationship we have with time is crucial in how we function with it. It doesn’t have to be against us when we commit to showing up on time. We owe this to our goals by aligning in time with them. Look at all of your opportunities as being found behind the doors of life.

The door is already complete. All you have to do is turn the knob and enter in. No one is stopping you from entering except YOU. The strength of your turn depends on the will you have to pursue what’s in front of you.

The idea of a door is to manifest the seeds that have been planted. You can only do this the moment you let go and take the chance. What’s stopping you? Capital? Contacts? Maybe you haven’t met the right people who have the resources to make it happen. They are other roadblocks which show up through hesitation by feeling afraid to fail. The embarrassment and the lost may seem too far to deal with.

Trust me when I say: YOU CAN HANDLE IT! It won’t all return to you void. You might cry a bit. Be broke for a while. End up lost with no compass on where to go. Close to suffering. Reaching for your last breath. *I ain’t said this shit would be enjoyable.* Quite honestly we fret often because of what losing means. Prepare to be lost. Being lost is not only an adventure but a direction to other places.

Doors prepare us for what is ahead and we’re reminded by all of the forces before us to Be Willing. Willing to open the door to what suits the unexpected. Take the risk of the mystery to which I say:

Adore ! Adore! Open it up! Slowly or with confidence!

BaManifesto💥

BaManifesto💥

What’s gained is lost.

By the measures of reduction via conversion. You can’t have a proper conversation without some kind of reduction.

Don’t let this dismay or upset you.
Life is also about the giving and the taking. Basically: you gotta pay da bills.

I know – crazy right? You got to work to survive on a planet you didn’t even ask to be in. That’s a reason to be upset sometimes.

The less you have the more is expected to be given.

Society tends to be stupid. Yeah, I think you know that by now but it’s stupider than you think. Society forces you to talk when silence is needed.

You can’t do anything that is validated anymore because if your audience reach is everyone – you’ll certainly disappoint someone.

Hence the stupidity of society – you get framed when you ain’t even the picture. You won’t be able to please everyone because some people require different lengths of a garment for what’s fitted.

If you do it – it’s a REACH. If you don’t do it – you missed the opportunity to cash in. So either way // What’s gained is lost. The flow of what’s good comes at a cost.

How well are you counting the steps to what’s gonna turn into a disaster?

It’s only a matter of time before it all hits a landslide. Then BAM – you gotta deal with the explosive manifesto.

LIFE COMES AT YOU FAST!

You can burn with the fire of the sun and drown in the water of life. Before the alarm goes off you have to make sure you’re prepared. I’m doing what I have to do so I’ll arrive on time. This doesn’t stop, parallel winds that confuse you and aim to confiscate your jewelry and chains.

Before you know it, you’re left penniless and homeless.

No place to go only hopeful dreams to fill the void in your head. If only you invested your last change – your wallet would be fat and your cards stacked. The course of life left you with only the leaves of spring.

The wind remains a charm to your destination. Like a bag in the air- you’ll fly away with a random gust of navigation. The atom then splits and the party invites you to come and groove.

I’m cool on that as long as I don’t buy into thoughts that I can’t compensate. Beyond the light – we all ache to compensate for the darkness we have not yet found.

This darkness is within us and we can’t escape the pull of its fierce reality.

From the sadness of childhood contemplation, we then reach inside our souls. These tears are found within the wishing well of our remembrance. For we can not neglect the motions that have brought conviction to the current.

Waves are set and have boarded in a resistance that must be awakened. For sleeping in the dream is an alarm to our subconscious. It’s no wonder why we react because our childhood has been tortured.

The passages of neglect have been misplaced on the shelf. A book like this is to be remembered and the mirror shows us our deepest revelations. Honest trees are in our garden and those seeds were planted decades before.

The wind blows against the branches and when the moonlight shines – the darkness returns. Only to be remembered by a shadow cast by the dim light upon the roots.

Fran-Spective on Sleep

She’s Awesome, Witty, and just overall Cool


I totally get this. I even dream of sleeping. I look forwards not being plugged into the constant. The always happening N.E.W.S. which is always reminding me of some new way to be terrorized. Sleep is necessary but we fight to avoid it because of the business of the everyday waking life. But, like Fran – the invariable of being awake is enough to avoid as much as possible. I get a lot of work done in my dreams. I understand what’s happening and how the past happened by listening to my dreams. So now // zzzz’s lead to A.

Oh btw, I love Fran Lebowitz. I’ve been reading her essays and watching her interviews and I’m constantly learning. Another quote to leave with:

“Think before you speak. Read before you think. This will give you something to think about that you didn’t make up yourself.” 

Harmony Joined By The Element of Surprise

Harmony Joined By The Element of Surprise

Everything is entwined even the surprises of life. Connection to life exists beyond what is seen with the naked eye, somethings are animated rather extravagantly. Don’t be fooled by the robust and the dramatic appearance of your life experiences. It’s not that deep but it is that complex as you might imagine – so live by every moment to enjoy it. Even the stuff that doesn’t make that much sense eventually finds its meaning – Purpose is then understood by a dream, vision, or hallucinating pulling off your mind.

REMEMBER: You are boundless like an animation on the computer screen. There is no limit or draw to where you can go. If there is any limit at all – it’s due to what you’ve placed on yourself. In the stillness, there’s movement although it may move at a small pace. The surprises of life are hidden by your direct vision. You ain’t gonna see it until it manifests itself against your knowledge of preparation.

Even the most absurd can become reality in the game of surprises.

Which is why you got to check yourself before you wreck what is due to throw a party for you. Don’t ruin the moment by running too far into your safe place. The whim of a cliffhanger is to keep you guessing and pondering the possibilities.

The clear disposition of character is found in the delivery of attitude. What can be brought to the table when the cards have been drawn against the odds? Play hard but go easy. You have nothing left to fear, everything is at one with the center. Even when you’re told there’s no position to play, you can create your own playground. The laws of this game are no more when you bend to your beta version.

I’m gonna do my best to blow the horn and make sure they hear me. If you are on this road, you must yield to surprises at some point in time. Even when you can’t see them.

Whenever I can follow the measure in time for hearing – I’ll have my eyes and ears open. I won’t mellow out into the night where the stars may come to find me. I’ll rise early on the day where the clouds meet my lips of intention. I’ll be joined with harmony and the element of surprise. Flying into the element of surprise. I’m captured on the wings of magic bliss. Never ending possibilities are seen to rain on my head. A metaphor of the beast is sunken again by the relation of poetry charms.

Through A Sense of Revival

Through A Sense of Revival

On The Express Train. Cause – I’m rejuvenated. By a sense of revival. I feel it deep in my toes. I’m curling up again. Beginning to blush. Feeling the rush but I’m shy by the awakening. I feel like a young boy at the altar. I feel the fans sweeping against my face. I’m sweating. Through a sense of revival, I have become the reviver. I have renewed again by the steps set before me. I know I have to keep pushing and going after what awaits me.

I feel goosebumps crawling over me; it’s making me weep. Now I’m feeling weak. My eyes are closed yet my eyes see very bright lights. Tongues are likened to fire. Many of them are speaking; I recognize some of them but many of them sound misguided.

When looking around – I hear voices of change intending to manifest a revolution. Everyone is fierce with fire to bring about a realm of difference. A change is gonna come, a new way of living. Curiously, I wonder how will anything ever happen? Seeds are being planted, but the gardeners take a vacation soon afterward. People are not always responsible for the seeds they plant. They trust too easily in the unknown process. They hope it will rain and hope the sun will shine but have no clear knowledge of whether the soil is fertile enough.

Everywhere you go, people are saying this and saying that. A lot of them are saying it because they heard someone else say the same or similar things.

People usually reflect the environment they are raised to believe as valid. People are usually just believing until they experience a difference. People have to understand themselves before they can understand others. People like to do things then do nothing at all. People like to stand silent while someone else talks. People are kept with their traditions and are stubborn to believe otherwise. People want change but fail to acknowledge the mirror. People consume a lot of toxic things and believe they are being informed by those toxic things. People forget people remember. People are always doing something and nothing at all.

When I turn the knob, a room full of mystery awaits me. The unknown is carried with a promise of greater and lesser. The signal is clear and my understanding has been renewed.

Being brought back to life – I’m the reviver of chance. Words are translating into symbols – interpretation is gaining awareness of the game. A game that involves worthy cards which are shuffled at the will of the joke. I’m still the Jester – and with witticisms, I am free to possess the cards of chance. I know what is about to happen, no need to explain – only to perform. If I was to tell myself the very thing my dreams made clear – I’d have to lucidly experience my waking point.

To experience the very things I see as symbols. To encrypt the door of mystery is to decode all of the steps in a blur. The veil of the unknown is all I can see. I only know what has been invisibly sent out. Clues have become the aroma of my disappearance. Within the cancellation of presence is only a renewal of vision. My spirit is not limited by gravity – for I can not come down.

I’m seeing 7 – no matter where I look. I am finding the recurring seven.