In the arc, imageries of civilisations and innate histories, veiled as the evening skies, dress the glory of the luminance.
Therein the gaze, through the holograph that separates states of minds, worlds, dimensions, and crusts through generations theologised, the salvation of the new Sun in its Scension, culminates the rebirth of the new age, a new world.
The past, as the future irrespective spherical or elongated, is such a fascinating path, stories conceived from an innate attraction towards the whole, and continued thereafter from within the radiated embodiment that personifies and symbolises the essence that ofttimes get well attached to, not realising, for the few of us, that we do not really live therein that is staged, as our life sets.
The veils, between Alpha and Omega, between that which is hidden and apparent is as the maturing spirit where delimitations fade and are reunited.
The events in our lives, some by choice, some unintentionally have been designed by our forebears and from the carat perspectives we look at these, often if and when we’re too connected hurl us in a lifestyle which often define, and limit us in our quiescency, our development of reaching farther than set limitations.
Why do mankind define themselves? Why is there, the need to delineate the capaciousness of who they are and who they aren’t, or what they do or not; to limit and label their capabilities, their very quintessence, the encapsulated seed that radiates from nano-depth setting benchmarks challenging themselves when We already are ascertained that everything that is imagined, is as is, thereafter transposed from the very core which is evidenced in perspectives.
Do our stories need to leave footprints in history? Do our stories, traces if any, excite the atoms in the attraction, long enough to transform, to cause a change therein those who read the memories and lives we leave them? Do their forms transcend to a higher frequency actuating change, beyond the hidden, in their apparent, simultaneously changing the multiverse they live, creating civilisations therein? How do we then, as a collective, affect transition, modulation on the scale of vibrational unison if the common collective, the subspecies is unexposed to such lights?
When we live in that state of mind of filling the emptiness with an ideal which is invaluable, do we realise whether the continuum served replenishing that which is void is well spent, and if so, how long must each, according to the involution be invested? A dreamtime? A lifetime? Do we actually need a lifetime to revert to the essence by introspection, or in cases rare, by extrospection?
Where and when did the construct of emptiness come into effect and how did the imperceptibility of impression, if any, coloured (the) perspectives?
How do the collective then embrace the change in radical critical thinking when it comes to designing future infrastructures? How sustainable and perdurable are 3D prints? What other unconventional ways can be employed to create from rare, uncommon components? Are our tools simple enough to operate in case the future reverts for a visit, in light vehicles — would future humans comprehend their histories, from within the present? And how can sophisticated societies surpass the common isms in politics, borders and humanities without compromising macrovolution?
When we will create new taxonomic groups will these, too, have the civilisations embedded therein their DNA — so as to endow them with natural ability, docility and perhaps, after a leap of several hundred years or less, a superclass that will assist in the future of mankind?
All these need to be regarded in the highly inconstant world, and solutions, be drafted, drawn, implemented and manage. Assuming a change for a better world is de rigueur.
To balance that which is imbalanced, one needs to earnestly implement socio-macronomics programs, both for urban and rural sectors. Entrepreneurial and startup programs and projects for all irrespective of age ought be made as a mandatory skill-option, likely enforced and an independent yet international board setup similar to a secured open source–creative commons platform for the licensing and trading of intellectual properties, patents and trademarks, working in tandem with governmental agencies.
Each event is relational and relevant to development, even if at the moment of breath it seems superfluous. Why are the constructs there? Why are they posed filling the space? As the slave is filling the space of its home, the community, the township, the city, country, region ad infinitum how is it affecting the stratum at large? What is the purpose of one’s presence? If each undertaking is merely for the holographic experience, why do we even bother to impose manifested laws on what is right or wrong in society only to annul it when our emotional states decide to suddenly transcend, and awaken at a refined frequency? If its for a higher ideal, then why aren’t collective thoughts, that which can affect societies at large, being seriously taken into consideration?
My unruled moleskine of almost ten years, is blank. Some like collecting kitchen sinks, and husbands — I love collecting notepads just in case. I used to love collecting coins, and stamps but these defeat any purpose in life except for design inspirations. In each handbag or backpack, there’s a pad, for a quick jot. I have to one day violate the blankness and scribble something even if its just creating a new signature, for a new name. Or draft, more fool-proof business models even if they’re not being made use of. I used to scribble just about everything growing up as a child — sketches in ink of shitty-yellow-black cab in the early eighties, through the nuance of the reflection of a smile from the old man crossing the street, to the glint in the eyes of the beggar at the corner street, being given food, and some loose change until one day I stopped jotting.
I also stopped sleeping, talking. And
Its time to go against the grain, to just .. attempt to not define oneself, as the universe has, for the past sixty three million lightyears, and no, this has nothing to do with astronomical distances.
People often ask what I do for a living. I find that such a difficult question to answer … some minds can be limited in scope, and to assume the limitations would to insult the person. One should learn not to offend, or vex humans. They are a sensitive lot even if its irrelevant. Especially those living in the East, where courtesies and idiosyncrasies seem to be a norm and a conventional representation of decent upbringing — I often question if docile and good upbringing is not reflective of stupidity, of living inside the friggin’ box.
It’s still about control isn’t it?
I thank the heavens that I do not have children. Not because I dislike the idea of some small person bobbing here and there. I love children, and beasts at the mundane of course. They are comparatively similar in their development, especially these days, in the East. When I was Assistante de Maîtresse at the l’école Française years ago, parents gave me permission to spank their kids if they tried to be funny. They insisted that I employed the bamboo.
I never had problems with the children.
However, I had to learn how to overrule the fathers, who were suggestively complaisant, and they were too grown up to be spanked. I just never knew how, and never did learn to. No, finishing schools didn’t teach those. I also thought how parents ought to, if they were responsible enough to beget their replicas, to at least be responsible for the education of their children until the ages through eighteen, thereafter, being financially assisted by nongovernmental bodies, corporations and government agencies.
Rethinking advertising, bodies could, to leverage their positioning undertake the scholarship of these to extend their brands. The education industry is a costly affair — I don’t comprehend why it should be since such frivolities only segregate and create slavery classes, and certifications ought also be based on innate knowledge since every derivative is from within.
If we question ourselves and are responsible for our projections, we will find and are ascertained of what is required to affect maturation. We will also in our coldness, be brilliantly inventive instead of running around the mulberry bush, groping in the darkness of our ignorance.
“Soirée Lunaire” Feature Image Courtesy and Copyright Victoria Ivanova
“In the morning light — Suvoroŝ′” Image Courtesy and Copyright Dmitry Alekseev
“Baikal Ice” Image Courtesy and Copyright Narchuk Andrey
Reference & Suggested Reading
- The Human Nature of Social Discontent: Alienation, Anomie, Ambivalence by Gary Thom
- Primal Management: Unraveling the Secrets of Human Nature to Drive High Performance by Paul Herr
- The Brand Bubble: The Looming Crisis in Brand Value and How to Avoid It by John Gerzema,Edward Lebar
- The New Protreptic: The Concept and the Art by Ole Fogh Kirkeby
- Wisdom for the Soul: Five Millennia of Prescriptions for Spiritual Healing by Larry Chang