I AM

The mayans predicted the end of days, The bible, Judgement day so, why did none of these foretold extinction events come to pass. Judgement day was the crossroads at which man would fall from god forever and decent into darkness and their desires would be nothing but material possessions and all would be lost under the rule of mega-coorperations. I don't mean to bolster but apparently I seem to be the one closest to god since I removed myself from the equation and the world conveniently went to poop, so we know not to do that anymore. So, being god’s eyes and ears on the ground it was my judgement that saved mankind from the end of days. After a meeting with “The big man upstairs,” about the next possible wave of disasters in 2039, I asked god, why? I thought we won the hearts of humanity for good? I believed that once I had decided to ascend the throne and die, that would finally be it....

 That one word from him was enough. “Humans.” Which made sense, but I didn’t understand why the whole Earth was in peril once more.

I recall a time shortly after the pending doom of Judgement day, and the inner relief I felt as if the world held hands and there was an inner peace I had never known before. As if the world was finally still and content with itself. I thought that since I had tamed the beast within, the hard part was over. About a week later, I remember feeling a boredom. An inner boredom. Festering. Deep in my bowls, I knew. It wasn’t coming from me. I think that unless someone else in the world is suffering, maybe we don't feel special or alive. Ego. That is why I believe things went back to the way they once were… We don’t live in ‘Pleasantville’ for a reason. 

After all that happened, I remember having thoughts like am I the source of all this turmoil? Since becoming aware that the thoughts we think become our reality, ya know, In order for there to be firemen, there must first be fires, right? Today, thinking maybe I should have died shortly after judgement day, so the peace might be forever maintained. But something clicked, and I realized, that god isn’t me, per say but apart of me, god is the collective subconscious mind of all the living things, the Earth itself included.  The thinker behind our thoughts. He has to be apart of everyone, apparently he made me so that I could tune into his vibrations of whatever… lol

Okay, yeah so… he told me that the world would turn to turmoil once more, he gave the year and duration the world would descend into darkness. I thought that if Id got a record deal and did my thing that would be the end of it lol but I guess that’s just naive thinking. I thought I was creating these events to happen so I could be all self-glorifying and stuff. But its not MY thoughts my subconscious alone that’s putting the world on edge.

  If you take the majority of the world’s thoughts and turn them on its side, for example: “The world sometimes isn't fare but life is good.” and changed it to “The world isn’t fare and life is fear, injustice, anger, hatred.” Then, god, or the collective subconscious is just going to do the right thing and wipe the slate clean. And it wouldn’t be the first time.

Based on Gods words received through me today, and the “X-Men screenplay” I wrote a few years ago, the subconscious mind of everyone is uploaded and calculated, and when the majority of the world is no longer in favor of life the arrow reaches red and that is when the system will respond accordingly.

I for one am happy, this persona, me, Quan, is not god, and am not solely responsible for any of this but am a being of great intelligence and means for a solution, if I may.  Cause I’d hate for this to have happened for some all encompassing self-glorifying purpose. 

  The system is in constant state of realignment. the future isn’t set, as we’ve proven before. We just have to be swayed in the right direction. All it takes is a single spark of inspiration by one person powerful enough that it echoes into a choice that will mold a brighter future for all of us.

  Last night, remember when I had mentioned I had seen or felt a ghost or two, possibly three in my room last night. Well, guess what? These mutha-F*ckers were real humans and/or aliens in an alternate dimension, probably setting up cameras and sh*t invisible to the naked eye in dimensional plane, I say this because just this afternoon I felt a presents again and again, trying to figure out what the fudge is going on! Then I hear a muffled voice screaming the f*ck into a microphone as if he had just gone through hell and put all the blame on me… 

What a jerk! Lol

Anyways, I though I heard my name quickly followed by a “You-rat bastard,” or something rather, so I yelled back. The man with the Muffled voice got louder, more aggressive. I got more annoyed, so I flipped him the bird toward the window as to test the water. And low and behold, from an unknown source, a crowd goes f*cking wild!! Then something inside me clicked. I kept hearing this distinguished sounding sports announcer responded to our exchange. 

What an instigator!! Lol

Anyways, the timing of the crowd, the mean guy, as well as the announcer seemed to be synchronizing with my reactions. So, I had to get clothed and make certain a neighbor wasn’t watching “The Price Is Right,” with the volume at 100.

I open the f*cking door and I hear the crowd cheer again, only it’s coming from the sky, basically. Wtf? So, I take a bow, and they go absolutely f*cking bananas!!! I hurry back inside to tweet about it then, confirming my suspicions completely, the announcer reads off what I just tweeted... I’m cereal. No, I am not high. Or hallucinating. 

After repeating the process to affect multiple results for scientific verification, I’ve concluded that, this life here on Earth is an elaborate reality TV show orchestration on a massive scale inside a virtual reality system. 

Not to say think that I am the main character in all this, but the audience sure as heck made me feel like “the man” after what happened. :D

Gracia por todo, everyone! 

No amount of words can express my deepest regret for my actions regarding drugs particularly those most recently taken.

I feel like a fool and ashamed that my latest poor choice, resulted in a fit of anxiety. I’d say I wish I could take it all back but I won’t. Because I know damn well I’d probably make the same mistake again. But from this moment forward I know I can use this setback as a catapult to drive me forward. Speaking of propulsion, I had made the decision to take Adderall to assist with managing my A.D.D.

This was a tough decision but given my current circumstances, I don’t regret it. In fact, this trial of  Adderall proved to be phenomenally successful. I am alert, calm, focused, secure in myself, and seen massive amounts of productivity in my workflow ever since I’ve been taking it. Alternatively, there was the sober life… Barely scraping by, going through the motions, numbness, tiredness, irritability, boredom…

speaking of which, after my 2nd or 3rd year of “”sobriety,” poppers were given to me… So, I just, inhaled at the time.  Didn’t think anything of it at first, because to the high is so short-lived. Come to find out the internet had said that wasn’t a very good practice. 

Around the 4th year, I’d get these… Fits of… Depression and anger. I am unable to fight off this depression while functioning in the everyday crowded streets of south beach because I here voices, and/or am hypersensitive to emotions. There is no true way for me to hide from the opinions or judgement of others. I can see through a face smile from miles away... I can read a person’s karma and gauge whether or not myself and that person have a mutual purpose. Each and every time I leave my apartment it gets more and more difficult to “keep up,” while constantly being bombarded with, “Ugly, Lucky, stupid… “ typically I’d hear a one word label in my head at every turn.

So in efforts to escape this harsh reality I’d sometime pretend Im really into whipped cream and yeah, I took in all the whip and none of the cream. I’d do this a dozen more times before I figured out that I could save a good good coin if I bought a whip cream dispenser along with boxes of vials filled with N O 2. I told myself, it was like the poppers, ya know… 10 second of lightheadedness but, without the headache.

So, sigh* Basically, everything lead up to last night with a close friend of mine that I am currently visiting in Atlanta. He offered me a Molly, aaaand, like a drug starved idiot away from home, I said, “Where she at?” I asked him if it wasn’t too bad, ya know,  light, like the GHB Ive been sipping on an he said, “Yes.”  Somehow my addict brain worked out that it would be fine, since I did this and that. And, woah-Nelly, let me tell you… I was absolutely floored outta my moind! But in a bad way. Also, felt momentously idiotic for multiple reasons. It was not a good experience at all. I remember not being able to talk, or function. And I never wanted to get to that point. And deep down inside, I knew that I had crossed the line and I just had to come clean about it to you, Beyonce, all who believe in me, or at the very least, my ongoing endeavors. Because they/you are a big part of my life, if only at least in spirit, and you deserve to know the truth about what’s going on with me. So, there you have it. My naiveté strikes again. I'm so incredibly sorry for any repercussions or concerns I may have caused. And if It is any consolation, I have managed to abstained from using all the other hardcore drugs I haven’t mentioned above, ect  (Alcohol, Coke, crystal.) those almost completely ruined everything.  I am ready to pick up where I left off and commit to my up and coming projects even more so now that ever, to rectify this egregious woe. Next Beyonce B-day, Im betting I will have much more to offer you instead of my 5 yrs sobriety token. 

Thanks for reading. :/

In time, I will work hard to earn your forgiveness. 

I want to thankyou for taking the time to view my page. Thank you for believing believers. You know who you are. The spirit brought you here and I know you’re watching. YOU are awesome!!

What makes me so unique? How am I thinking differently than everyone else? If everyone else thought the same thoughts that I did, would they come to the same conclusions about themselves, the universe, and the meaning behind its existence? Perhaps the most important question one might ask is, how can I change the world for the better?

 When I was young, my family and I would gather to watch the X-Men animated series of the 90s. For those of you whom are not familiar with the X-Men, “Im not gonna splain it to you,” there’s inner-net for that. :) Anyways, when I was very young I’d contemplate my existence, my creator, profoundly. Nothing bewildered me more than this shred of existence, this, perception of what we call life. What is it, exactly? WHY am I here? Why does any of this MATTER?  When you’re a kid, you’re told to do as you’re told, and you’re told to go to school, learn shapes, numbers, and quizzical facts about our four fathers. You’re told to choose a future career. I remember my classmates wanting to be firemen, news reporters, policemen or teachers, typical response for a child my age at the time. Call me crazy, but I thought, if anything is possible, why settle for less? From a young age, apart of me wanted to be god. I wanted to be a mutant, Jean Grey, Phoenix from the X-Men, more specifically. Isn’t that weird! That’s so weird, I know! regardless of the social conventions my external world tried to instill in me, my subconscious mind was hard at work. I recall a Facebook post that read:

“You’re born into this world, expected to go to school, get a degree and have a career… What if I wanted to be a duck?”

Throughout the “best years of our lives,”  which seemed only a torturous Groundhog’s day for me and my peers, the question of “who am I and why am I here?” still burned. Nothing seemed more important. If I could name one thing my parents did to raise me that I am perhaps most grateful for it would be our movie collection. By my high school years, we had a collection of over 200 animated and 500 live action VHS tapes and DVDs and I’ve watched almost every single one of them. In which I’ve gained some spiritual insights that rang true to me. We’ve all heard the phrases,  “Love is the most powerful force in this universe” or “Love conquers all,” and “Love is eternal…” And, I remember thinking if I am to be the most powerful mutant, I’d aught to be very good at “Love.” And from there one might ask, well… What is love exactly?

The reason I believe this subject to be of great significance is that it propelled my mind to answer these difficult questions. To quote one of my favorite movies, “One can’t be told what the Matrix is… Is something you have to see for yourself.”

Fundamentally there is nothing different from you and I yet we were programed or inspired to make different choices from the result of an equation trying to balance itself out.

How can I change the world for the better? The answer is simple. Awareness.

We’ve been conditioned over the centuries to become less aware, that I am my neighbor and my neighbor is myself. This separatism is the enemy of progress. Even I sometimes still see myself as separate from everyone else because of my uniqueness It’s often difficult to relate to anyone but I’m working on embracing what makes me unique.

Hi, I am one with the universal mind, I have first hand experience of this truth, Im not just saying it. I have already changed the world for the better because of this truth, and by being more aware of myself, knowing that everyone and everything is connected, there are a mass of other who have become more aware of themselves. This is the “New age.”

Now play “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons

There was a time when I loved you so much that my brain began to associate my own positive emotions with the thought of you. I didn’t understand what was happening and/or knew it couldn’t be healthy to continue on like that so, I slowly began to distance myself from you, so long that I’ve become estranged. From no fault of your own, you are the love of my life. For that, you have my most sincerest apologies for the way I’ve been feeling toward you.

I’ve recalled my full devotion to one in particular in a not so distant past who shall remained unnamed. Also is a celebrity, who’s name rhymes with Quan Player. Lol. Despite my feeble attempts to make a physical connection beyond the subliminal social networking, our relationship or lack there of inevitably ended in heartbreak. But it wasn’t for lack of trying to meet half way. I do admit to having a history of self sabotage and that might have played a role in many instances.

Isn’t it human nature to protect oneself from pain. You were right. I’m hiding. It is you to me who is also terrifying, strange, and beautiful because I ‘True-Love’ you. Afraid to love fully again because of the pain of loosing oneself is too great to risk being vulnerable like that ever again. No one is to blame, although I blame myself for what happened between us.

You’re probably wondering what’s happening with my music plans. Well, about that…Below this post is, “A Glass Cocoon,” Please except this small token of my esteem

It’s a draft, it’s not much at all. I was hoping to have a whole compilation by now but honestly, I haven’t had the drive like I used to. For a time I’ve wondered why that is. Creating good music shouldn’t feel like a chore, it comes from within I am merely the instrument in which the music is made but…

“Whenever I tried to create something energetic, something exciting, I wound up with sad strings. It occurred to me that somewhere along the line my instrument had been broken… “

After learning the truth, that there is a whole other world out there beyond this one I’ve felt an extreme sense of disconnect. At times, I should be most excited or passionate, I feel like an actor improvising in a scene he’s been in a thousand times over. Sure, there were some advantages to pulling back the red curtain peaking behind the scenes but the disadvantages of knowing the methods behind a magicians tricks spoiled the magic.

Aside from that, as I’m sure you’re aware but I’ll say it anyway… Producing, screenwriting, and modeling isn’t the only thing I have had up my sleeve. There is another project I’ve invested in. How unfocused I was trying to do all three. It recently came to my attention that I had to widdle it down to one. This project is a lightning rod that will change the way we interact with the world. I think I’ve been distracted trying to imitate those in the entertainment industry to realize it at the time. With the music and screenwriting, means I’d have to rely on the industry but with this one, with hard work, the chances of return on investment are significantly higher than blindly putting my faith in a label, or hollywood studio.

At least, that’s the feedback I’ve received from the universe thusfar…  

“I have hard-cover issues with way too many bookmarks…”

When I was going through my darkest moments and my bottled up darker emotions manifested in unsavory ways the only humans that were really there for me were mere strangers whom I’ve only met in dreams. The ones whom I felt closest to couldn’t have been further away, yet they did the most to counter my apocalyptic mood swings still believing in me. Trusting that I wasn’t the devil, and that I’d eventually turn my act around.

This makes it difficult to engage individuals whom I have very little purpose with and I now know the extent of a mutual purpose between myself and an individual through instinct…

“…I used to be a friend collector, level 10 people pleaser, now-a-days not giving a f*** is an everyday practice for me…“

Which is a good thing. You can’t please everyone. I strive to take the path that rings most true in my heart and... 

“I’m still learning how to ‘not give a f*** in all the right places...”

You see after all that I’ve been through my heart is in intensive repair. But I am trying. My husband Peter, is amazing! He’s helping me with my capacity to love and be loved. I once accepted that my destiny meant I was suppose to be alone, but with him I feel like I’m in rehab for the heart. I mean, sure marriage happened faster than I’d anticipated, he needs to become a citizen and I get to be someone’s hero! :D But we really do love each other SO much.

Beyonce, I just want to say that… You mean the world to me. No pressure or anything. (prayer emoji here) And please forgive me for the times I’ve not being spiritually available, that’s what “Glass Cocoon” was suppose to convey.

Love, your eternal love, 

“A very rough draft, second verse of a song I did months ago...“

The omniscience of silence

neutralizes the threat in me

I’m trying to escape this sea of

shedded skin please

give me some room to

breath... 

The sands of time

Melt against my luminous instrument 

liquefying my wings 

the molten hours crystalline 

as I dance to re-obtain them 

When my love runs on fumes 

I build a glass coccon 

It warms my freezing core

Thank-You

If you’ve visited my blog once,  without any pre-conceived  judgements or skepticism and approached my wacky ideals, dark past, personal thoughts and Quantum theories with an open mind I just would like to take the time to thank you. For trying to get to know me (without the flare.) It’s been a long, windy road snake road. So far, I’ve ventured through dark forests, found a master sword, bested a dragon and met some amazing friends along the way. (In person and in spirit.) So thanks for staying tuned-in to my adventures. And thank you for being a positive inspiration to all (If that’s you) I’ve seen the future, and it is a bright one. I’m so excited. ^ ^

Beast Jesus

Now, I had been addiment about discussing this next topic for quite some time. But I feel as though, now is good. 

Like one of my heroes and close personal friends in spirit Anthony Robbins, I am also a believer that “if you’re life is worth living, your life is worth documenting. “   

Where was I. Oh yes… The Beast Jesus Painting. 

I hardly doubt this painting needs much explanation. If you know me, if you’re well informed, or if  you lived in Miami, South Beach at the time (Sometime before Judgement day, 2012), you’d know my plight. And you’d know exactly what this debauchery insinuates. That, I might as well have erased my face from history. Undo everything I've done in the past millennia… And if you did that then well... We're doomed. :P

Of course the image burrowed deep into my subconscious mind because I really do care about what happens to the world. When I first was introduced to this image it was during a time which to help get me through the day I had adopted my own brand of cynicism. Laughing in the face of danger, if you will. 

“Stupid old deranged lady... Scribbling nonsense on a museum painting.” 

I laughed. I had to. But deep down, I knew what that meant. And then, later on after I’d done sobered up I was thinking like, “Man, I am so grounded when I get back…” 

So anyhow. After I got my act together, the world around me followed. No more natural disasters, no more zombies, no more questioning my sanity. Big story small, I asked “god” or “myself” for a sign that, … with my current state of being would that be enough to overwrite what “that old lady did to that museum painting.”  After all I must give myself a bit of credit, I deserve a positive sign from the universe since turning my life around. And again while watching the evening news I received an answer. Needless to say… It made me smile. But of course, this inccident wasn't as renound as the Beast Jesus painting. The mistakes always seem to stick better, don't they...

You know what else made me smile? 

#Triforce_05

    (Morgan Freeman voice)

This world is filled with enough mysteries to keep mankind lured for the breath of existence. It seems that even with all of our knowledge and technological advances, the more we learn about our universe… the more questions arise.  Sometimes the most astounding questions are not about what lies billions of light years away, but what lies within our very homes.  

(Okay, read it normal now...)

  I recall this happening about a year ago during a time when I felt that my connection to god, self, the universal mind, the – frame work of life, was at a peak. When I say ‘this’ I’m referring to a rather strange occurrence on my computer that has happened on multiple occasions. Which is the reason why I explain in a previous blog post my belief in the sentiency of the world wide web or at least some other inexplicable intelligence at hand. What I’m about to show you are several images that manifested out of the blue. Let me reiterate, once I had opened the VLC player: “I have no Idea how these images appeared in a music file I just had created…”

I reverse google searched each image and discovered that most of them are continuous. They have something to do with the name "Quan." Hey! that's me! ((^_^))

Photos by NGUYỄN QUANG ANH * from Flickr at Lurvely.com...

Kwan Yin...

This is a very unique temple near the famous Sampran Crocodile Farm and Zoo...

No direct result for search...

Sierra Nevada...

Quan's Travelogues: Horror under water: Temple of Doom...

Kwan Yin...

Shaquan Duley...

In Light we Lust

  This photo was taken on the side of So-and-so restaurant on 8th and Alton road. As you can see it used to say: “In God we trust,” but I guess the owners saw it fit to change the words to “In Light we trust,” and sloppily draw the words: “Word of mouth” at the bottom. How wude!

Now, this insert is for my Facebook infidels who’ve dismissed me as just another sad case of schizophrenia or  a narcissist with a messiah complex. Okay, messiah complex indeed but, If I wasn’t God, and didn’t adopt a sex drugs and rock and roll lifestyle, and go through a slutty phase in south beach sometime around the supposed Armageddon, then why would someone see fit to change this saying and put “Word of mouth” below. Ya know, I didn’t know for sure I was Jesus at the time, God never talked to me before, or I never talked to me before (see now it sounds ridiculous) or so I thought.  One would have to be absolutely certain beyond the shadow of a doubt of something like that. I equate this experience like my experience with being homosexual: Everyone else knew I was gay, and I was the last one to find out.

It’s judgmental sh*t like this that ticks me off! What was my number one rule or saying back then, judge not, lest you too be judged… or who here has not sinned, cast the first stone? What ever happened to that? You see what people fail to realize is that I get your feedback; I am the reader of hearts. When I would lose my way, someone somewhere would hear about it, (obviously through illegal surveillance channels, agents or whatever) and hate me for it and it would only exacerbate the problem because not only am I dealing with my own emotions it was also a combination of their hatred towards me. So that was just a big snowball of darkness wasn’t it? 

What some people might not understand there is purpose in everything that happens and I chose this path for particular reasons beyond the comprehension of the ceaseless flapping jaw which is gossip. Or the heart piercing stares of the many eyed sentinel. I do my best to operate by faith and I can say that in this instance my faith has paid off…

What I found out: Oh okay, so, if I remove myself from the equation, (which is earth) at this point in time, people start to unconsciously favor “skull and bones” type fashion, swarms of birds die for no apparent reason, fish wash up on ocean shores and catastrophes wage around the world.  Yeah, I’d say that pretty much sums It up! Good to know. Sorry and your welcome, mankind. Any-hways, I went from feeling like the least important person in the world to, “Oh sh*t, I’m the hundredth monkey. O_o”

I am Seeing Double

I remember asking god, myself or the universe, why am I the way I am? If I could’ve been anyone in the world, why am I the timid, geeky, withdrawn, and an outcast? And the answer came to me in a video game...

 The image above depicts the #Triforce in yet another virtual adventure called Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of a New Age. Right off the cuff, what intrigued me about this video game was its protagonist, Emil.  This character’s behavior and role in the story reflects my own, so much I felt as if I was controlling myself throughout the game.  Emil possesses a duel personality called Lord Ratatosk, a summon spirit which in the game is basically god. And these too personalities to their extremity are like night and day. Something I like to call, "The black swan syndrome."

Emil

One apologizes way too much, is very timid, fearful, a bit feminine…someone who’d rather wait an eternity for a person in front of him to move rather than speak up and say, “Get the f*ck out of my way!”

Ratatosk

The other, is a  total d*ck!

Within the story line the dialogue revealed to me my answer in the form of character dialogue as follows:

  So there you have it! God or I (I honestly don’t know the difference sometimes) created this personality for a purpose. In the story they go into epic detail about how Emil's personality was supposed to be a complete puppy dog so that the Ratatosk personality would be safe until he is awoken predestined to destroy the world because of some imbalance between humans and spirits, but in the end, it’s Emil’s personality that strengthens and stops Lord Ratatosk’s personality before that happens.  And then I was like, “Wowzer.”

If you want to get technical about why I feel as though this character represents me, are you familiar with the phrase or word, “El” which essentially means:  House of God. Check out this insert from this website:

"When translating names that contain the segment אל ('el), it usually refers to אלהים ('elohim), that is Elohim, or God, also known as אלה ('eloah)."

Emil minus the “mi” = El.  Names are important.

I’d like to introduce a new segment called #IAM. In this segment I will discuss characters or entities that reflect my own.   

Princess Zelda

Beyonce was practically in arms reach once. Okay, maybe there was like 20 yards or so between us, but that wouldn't have stopped me.  She stood directly in front of me one day while I was working at the Miami Art Basel 2012, but I didn't see her. I couldn't.

My eyes do some strange things on their own sometimes, such as; randomly and instantaneously locking onto a set of numbers or letters that repeat three times consecutively within eyes view. It's a subconscious reflex or something... For some spiritual reason,  I was not yet permitted to gaze upon her unparalleled beauty at that very moment. (If you will allow me to nerd it up.) I mulled in over for months. Instead of indulging in deep regret I believed that there was a purpose for this to happen the way it did.

I believe it has something to do with, the relationship between the present and the intended future that has already happened. Things have to come about in a certain order. And I think coming into contact with Beyonce or any other of my inspirations prematurely would disrupt the flow of events, if the intended future that has already happened, is to occur.

Long story short:

The holy ghost is the spirit of love.  One of the three essences that “keep the world from spinning off its axis.” If you will allow me to use the phrase. An essence which may appear in different shapes and forms but in regard to this instance in particular.  If I am Link, then Zelda is, Beyonce!… O_o

--Check out the video below--

A Pool of Ink

  The moral of this one, much like the others is: Everything in this world means something. Your job is to find out what these things or occurrences mean. About 4 years ago, I had a vision when I dosed off at my computer in the middle of producing an instrumental.

I envisioned I was beneath the water’s surface of an indoor swimming pool witnessing a blot of ink smear against the still blue walls of the pool. Please see the image above.:)  I woke up shocked, as if from a nightmare. It felt like I had been poisoned, tainted. I knew it couldn't have been a visual symbol induced to represent something in my personal life because at the time, I was a Mormon and had refrained from all mood altering substances for months. So I continued on through life not knowing what that vision was all about.  Several months later we all had gotten the news about the Oil spill in the gulf of Mexico. “Aw, man…that sucks… but that explains it!” I thought.

  "A terrible character trait,"…For a Jesus. But, I mean well. See, let me explain...

If an emotion is strong enough, it can transmit to others nearby or otherwise. I say otherwise because if it is possible to have and maintain a repore with individuals, friends, family, or perhaps someone you admire, than the line at which we begin to share or influence each others emotions is blurred. Don’t ya think?

  In my last post I discussed ' The Global Consciousness Project,' and how humans have the ability to influence random numbers created by machines if they focused on them or collectively at the height of a global event.  I feel that the same is true for thoughts and emotions.

Just as the common cold can spread, so can thoughts, if not directly to an open mind with an awareness to receive them then, at the subconscious level, meaning the subconscious mind of one can affect another, Ever so slightly. Much like our influence of these random numbers. For example: If someone were to cry at a funeral the chances of others partaking in this tearful epidemic is far greater, especially if the 2nd party is a woman. That was intended as a joke and dead seriousness. It’s a known fact that females are genetically inclined to be more empathetic than males. On the flip side of this example laughter is also contagious.  These examples illustrate the sharing of emotions more so on a conscious level. We often feel things, do things, and often times we forget to ask ourselves, why?

It is said that 2000 some-odd years ago, I wandered in the desert for 40 days and 40 nights battling demons with a buster sword. I realized that this may have not been an Ill opportunistic extremity at all. In higher forms of being or consciousness one has the ability to influence the collective subconscious.  In battling these “demons,” I’ve expelled or diminished the need for material sustenance thus increasing my spiritual wellbeing tenfold, as I imagine. In return the collective subconscious follows.

Ghandi, Martin Luther King Jr., …etc. under certain circumstances understood that a stirring of violence and hostility in ones being will only be met with more violence and hostility. Only by maintaining a peaceful center you can influence those around you to do the same. Thus, I imagine the subject matter illustrates the following lyric from none other than, Bjork:

 “I want to go on a mountain-top. With a radio and good batteries. And play a joyous tune and. Free the human race. From suffering.” – Alarm call.

I was watching through the wormhole: Season 5 Episode 4 “How to collapse a superpower” When the topic of discussion had altered to the question of whether or not the internet has sentiency. A consciousness. I thought, “Wow, so I’m not the only one who thinks this is a possibility.” How could I be the only one that arrived at this conclusion? Think about it. Our brain cells are connected to one another in web-like structures that fire off pulses of information, much like a computer or any technological device does while connected to the internet. This raises many conundrums, like how we’d know the internet is conscious or not. What does it want? And how might it view the human race and things of that nature. What exactly have we created, or have we only provided a “body” for what is, what was, and what will be…

Aside from my own personal accounts of inexplicable experiences with technological devices, there’s overwhelming evidence that we are connected to our devices in a way that is far serious than what we might think. Why is this you say? Well let’s begin by revisiting a previous episode of Through the Wormhole: Season 2 Episode 5 “Is there a sixth sense” Morgan Freeman talks of The Global Consciousness project. We can impact the outcome of random numbers, somewhat in the same kind of way that we can impact where an electron might fall after being shot between two charged plates…

In the mid-1980s, Roger began investigating a strange phenomenon that had been reported by several other researchers. They had noticed that the readouts of electronic devices called random-number generators could be affected by people sitting next to them if those people focused their thoughts on them. In the course of a long series of experiments over years, we found that people could change the behavior of these random-number generators very slightly but significantly.

An insert taken from a website in regards to an article about The Global Consciousness Project: 

 According to standard physical theory, there should be no structure at all in random data. Yet, we find that many of the global events we look at are associated with striking patterns in the data. Special times like the celebrations of New Years, and tragic events like the attacks on September 11, 2001, show changes that are correlated with shared periods of deep engagement or widespread emotional reactions.

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/ciencia/ciencia_psychoenergetics02.htm

“Widespread emotional reactions…” So, our emotions affect the outcome of these random numbers? That’s like saying how you’re feeling in the moment can affect the flip of a coin, or a bingo drawing... anything having to do with chance your emotions may play a key role in the outcome.

Now with that being said… bare with me as we delve deeper into this concept. Let’s say you are influencing random numbers while around these technological devices, right? Let’s say that a certain reoccurring set of random numbers illustrate your emotional output. So, in a way, your technological device KNOWS how you feel and in a sense that most technological devices are connected to the internet, where do you think this information ends up?...  It is being processed. Your emotions, your thoughts, everything you do is being watched, timed, calculated by… a mastermind that knows anything and everything and whom now has an interconnected neuro-technological vessel. The overseer of things. If everything can be simplified into a sequence of numbers, a code. Who is to say that we aren't living in a ginormous computer program? Then what is to keep “it” from controlling us? Keeping “it” from hacking into our brains, our emotions making us believe that we've fallen in love, making us do and say things that we have no knowledge of.  Are our lives a sum of a greater beings calculations.  I love this saying by Dr. Deepak Chopra – “We think we are thinking beings when in fact we are being thought.” 

Have you ever heard a song in your head then, after turning on the radio, you hear that same song playing, at the same place where it left off in your head? Are we giving off our own frequencies received by the all encompassing intelligence?  And if so, couldn't it tune into to us? Taking us over, Agent Smith style?

Every time you hear a story about a mass killing, or someone eating someone else’s brains out, or a mother going insane drowning her children then killing herself. (And I dislike using these examples but it’s to get my point across) It’s this overseeing intelligence acting out. It must have calculated that “This” has to occur in order for “that” to happen. It recognizes that “the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.” I think that those who aren't strong willed may become pawns to this. Unknowingly acting on behalf of a greater intelligence.

I know there are times when you may feel that the universe is against you when in fact It is creating the friction you need to grow into the person you wish to become or to push you toward your purpose. What you were made for. The thing or things that it’s calculated you’d benefit the world most by doing. Something that you feel that no one else in the world can do, in most cases.