I don't dream like most people do.
My dreams are detailed, and extremely vivid. Often, I've passed out after a night of partying, only to dream that my night continued. Then I awake the nest morning (or afternoon), attempting to recall how much of the previous night's events actually took place.
Sometimes, I'm aware that I'm asleep. When this happens, I'm able to do anything my mind can think of. I can shoot fire (or ice), from my hands. I can float, hover, melt into water, or even become invisible.
Unlike most people, I remember my dreams vividly after waking. I experience physical pain, and often great wells of sadness in my dreams that sometimes cause me to awake in tears.
Sometimes I even die in my dreams. When that happens, I simply wake up. As absurd as it may sound, I sometimes wonder if that's what will happen when I actually die. Maybe I won't go to Heaven or Hell. Maybe there's no limbo or eternal lingering until the Second Coming. Maybe I won't be reincarnated, or reborn. Mayhap, one day, I'll just die and wake up in another world, as if awaking from a long and vivid dream.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Poles
My heart goes out to the victims (and in this case, survivors), of those lost in the Philippines typhoon, Hurricane Katrina, and the Christmas Indonesia monsoons. Al Gore and Green-Peace-pundits would have you believe that global warming is the culprit of such natural travesties. Yes, it's true that temblors, tidal waves, famines, and plagues of vast darkness are ravaging mankind like never before. But something much more nefarious, and yet, miraculous is happening behind the scenes.
Every five-thousand years, or so, the Earth's magnetic poles shift. The Mayans knew this, and based their calendars on five-thousand-year-cycles. That's why all those dumb-asses thought the world would end on 12/21/12. Because that's where the Mayans ended that calendar-cycle.
Currently, our sun is undergoing it's magnetic-shift. Scientists used to say the sun's poles switch every eleven-years. Periodical evidence now suggests seven-years. In any event, a few months back when damn-near everyone reported those holes in the sun (more commonly known as, sun-spots), clamored the sky was collapsing, I guffawed. Those "holes" were created when particles that are usually forced back toward the sun by its gravitational pull, are jettisoned into space because as the sun switches magnetic-polarity, gravity (at a molecular level, mind you), becomes more of a theory than a categorical fact.
Our sun has been undergoing such magnetic shifts every 11 (or 7), years since who-knows-when. Most people didn't know this because they just don't bother to look up. Seriously, if you want to conceal something, hide it well-above eye-level. Anyhow, this particular polar shift was only glamorized because of today's main-stream-media-fodder and everyone's sick obsession with the apocalypse. To paraphrase, no the sun was not about to collapse.
The Earth, itself, is right-due for a polar shift. The Mayans knew this. So do I.
My girlfriend keeps asking me when this shift will occur. I think it already has. Think about it, if the sun's polar shifting can fling radioactive flares into space that alter weather and lunar tides, what consequences might such a solar-disturbance have on Earth? I don't know, but un-charted earthquakes, tornados, hurricanes, and just all-out-bizarre-ass-weather might be a good indicator.
Let's just hypothesize that all natural disasters within the past few years are attributed to our planet's poles playing metaphorical musical chairs every millennia or so; how long can we expect things to continue/exacerbate before the proverbial dust settles? I don't know. No one does. According to the Mayans, the last time this happened was five-thousand years ago.
Every five-thousand years, or so, the Earth's magnetic poles shift. The Mayans knew this, and based their calendars on five-thousand-year-cycles. That's why all those dumb-asses thought the world would end on 12/21/12. Because that's where the Mayans ended that calendar-cycle.
Currently, our sun is undergoing it's magnetic-shift. Scientists used to say the sun's poles switch every eleven-years. Periodical evidence now suggests seven-years. In any event, a few months back when damn-near everyone reported those holes in the sun (more commonly known as, sun-spots), clamored the sky was collapsing, I guffawed. Those "holes" were created when particles that are usually forced back toward the sun by its gravitational pull, are jettisoned into space because as the sun switches magnetic-polarity, gravity (at a molecular level, mind you), becomes more of a theory than a categorical fact.
Our sun has been undergoing such magnetic shifts every 11 (or 7), years since who-knows-when. Most people didn't know this because they just don't bother to look up. Seriously, if you want to conceal something, hide it well-above eye-level. Anyhow, this particular polar shift was only glamorized because of today's main-stream-media-fodder and everyone's sick obsession with the apocalypse. To paraphrase, no the sun was not about to collapse.
The Earth, itself, is right-due for a polar shift. The Mayans knew this. So do I.
My girlfriend keeps asking me when this shift will occur. I think it already has. Think about it, if the sun's polar shifting can fling radioactive flares into space that alter weather and lunar tides, what consequences might such a solar-disturbance have on Earth? I don't know, but un-charted earthquakes, tornados, hurricanes, and just all-out-bizarre-ass-weather might be a good indicator.
Let's just hypothesize that all natural disasters within the past few years are attributed to our planet's poles playing metaphorical musical chairs every millennia or so; how long can we expect things to continue/exacerbate before the proverbial dust settles? I don't know. No one does. According to the Mayans, the last time this happened was five-thousand years ago.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Hobbits
I don't know about you, but, I for one, am not looking forward to the new Hobbit movie. I don't understand why they changed it so much. Furthermore, I don't understand why people were raving about the first flick. It was too long and egregiously dragged out. Many scenes in the movie weren't in the book. I'm sorry, was J.R.R. Tolkien on the writing team? It was my understanding that he died whilst writing The Silmarillion, then his son tragically tried to finish it.
I remember when it wasn't cool to like Tolkien, comic-books, or reading of any kind.
What happened?
Has main-stream-media and Hollywood-hokum really canted our views of "hip" that much just by adapting things that weren't previously considered socially-acceptable into three-hour-special-effects-filled-marvels?
The reason The Lord of the Rings trilogy worked so well on film is because the material was taken damn-near word-for-word, sentence-by-sentence, paragraph-by-paragraph from the books. Go back and read the series. Some people do it every year. The texts aren't that impressively written. Yet, why do we keep reading them? Why do we watch the continuously syndicated endless-loops on TV? It's because the story is f****** awesome. I defy you to write a better trilogy. Now-a-days (no names mentioned here), series are dragged out into a septuplet of volumes, which is only cool if the story engaging and the author actually has something to say. Summarize people. Tighten. Polish. Don't use five words when three will do. Eliminate repetitive words, had been, it was -- sorry, skewing off tangent.
The Lord of the Rings series worked as a trilogy because it was a trilogy. The Hobbit was only 287 pages, well within the margin of unifying it into one feature film. John Grisham's The Runaway Jury (adapted on screen simply as, Runaway Jury), climaxed at an epic 550 pages. I'm sorry, please remind me, 'cause I have the attention-span of a gold-fish, but was that developed into a multi-million-dollar trilogy? No really. I can't remember.
The point is, Hollywood didn't need to chop The Hobbit into three mediocre slices when one hearty serving would have slaked our appetites.
To be honest, I don't even care to see the next two installments.
I'd rather re-read the book.
Which I've done, and trust me, the book is better than the movies.
I remember when it wasn't cool to like Tolkien, comic-books, or reading of any kind.
What happened?
Has main-stream-media and Hollywood-hokum really canted our views of "hip" that much just by adapting things that weren't previously considered socially-acceptable into three-hour-special-effects-filled-marvels?
The reason The Lord of the Rings trilogy worked so well on film is because the material was taken damn-near word-for-word, sentence-by-sentence, paragraph-by-paragraph from the books. Go back and read the series. Some people do it every year. The texts aren't that impressively written. Yet, why do we keep reading them? Why do we watch the continuously syndicated endless-loops on TV? It's because the story is f****** awesome. I defy you to write a better trilogy. Now-a-days (no names mentioned here), series are dragged out into a septuplet of volumes, which is only cool if the story engaging and the author actually has something to say. Summarize people. Tighten. Polish. Don't use five words when three will do. Eliminate repetitive words, had been, it was -- sorry, skewing off tangent.
The Lord of the Rings series worked as a trilogy because it was a trilogy. The Hobbit was only 287 pages, well within the margin of unifying it into one feature film. John Grisham's The Runaway Jury (adapted on screen simply as, Runaway Jury), climaxed at an epic 550 pages. I'm sorry, please remind me, 'cause I have the attention-span of a gold-fish, but was that developed into a multi-million-dollar trilogy? No really. I can't remember.
The point is, Hollywood didn't need to chop The Hobbit into three mediocre slices when one hearty serving would have slaked our appetites.
To be honest, I don't even care to see the next two installments.
I'd rather re-read the book.
Which I've done, and trust me, the book is better than the movies.
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