Book Review: Daily Writing Resilience

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On my way home from work I decided to stop in to the occult bookstore in my neighborhood. I’m not an occult person but I’m always fascinated by what the occult represents to me–unconscious, spiritual, and symbolic reckonings–and since I feel that what I do is in a way magical, I like to look around this store when I’m feeling a little lost. You see, that day I felt the need to seek help from the universe. These last few months I’d been doing little writing and much reflecting about who I am, what I want to say, and what I want to do with the rest of my life. You could call it a mid-life crisis, I call it a breather. Continue reading

Easter Eggs Benedict

 

Good morning!

I love easter eggs. Who didn’t love tromping through their own backyards searching for brightly colored eggs which may or may not have contained chocolate, candy, money, or other minuscule delights?

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So in the spirit of the holiday, I’ve put easter eggs in every one of the pictures on my posts from today on back. Just click on the pic and be wicked away to complete randomness! My gift to you.

Try it and enjoy!

 

Pain

 

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For all living things, since the beginning of time, there has been pain. We may not have been able to define it as such for a long time, but we knew enough to avoid it, even as bundles of chemicals and pond scum on this erupting, creating world so many millions of years ago.

But then there comes a time when we look at the pain in which we’ve been living and see it not as pain but simply as not-pleasure. We forget sometimes that pain is life-giving as much or even more so than pleasure is. Pain teaches us of our boundaries and how far we can push ourselves beyond them. Pain teaches us how our bodies work by showing us how our bodies break down. When every movement is pain to you, you are aware of what you are made of, both physically and psychologically.

Some will say that it is hideous, ridiculous, and downright self-destructive to say that pain is good. This is especially true with psychological pain, and in only a few instances would I condone it; it is not right to beat yourself up, to allow pain to control your mind or your emotions, for pleasure or otherwise. But creatively, pain is good in the only positive way that it can be—it reveals to you those invisible walls that keep pain out. Where physical pain shows your body to you, psychological pain shows your mind to you. If we get hit by a jolt of pain to our back, we freeze, lie still and if need be, move to relieve it. When we are hit with a jolt of psychological pain, we don’t freeze so much as react; so much as overreact. That’s really all our emotions and thoughts: reactions. Actions and reactions. If I realize that someone whom I fear and hate is sitting across from me on the bus, I’ll not freeze and play dead, I’ll move. And if I can’t move, then I’ll bite my lip, I’ll look away but not appear to be looking away. I’ll be going through several dozen actions and reactions in my head. Without my knowing it and definitely without myself controlling it, my body will react. I’ll turn pale, I’ll sweat, my mouth will go dry, and these are just some of the more common things. If any physical act is associated and imprinted physically on that person and the emotions I felt when I was with them or without them, I will conjure those as well. I may sing a tune, I may piss myself, or I may laugh uncontrollably.  I may then take action. I may yell at them to get out, I may avoid their eyes, I may jump off the bus. And even after they are gone, the imprint stays on for a long time after. Depending on how bad the situation was before, I may be feeling like shit for awhile. I may fall into depression. I may stop going about my normal life.  I may kill myself. All this from a simple re-introduction of a negative person in my life. Can you imagine how many benefits I could have if I bumped into someone positive?

That’s how pain works for us emotionally. But I just showed you the pain. How does it benefit us from being negative? Just like being in physical pain is no fun but we learn something, we learn something about our emotions and our brain. We can pay attention to our reactions and also to our boundaries.

Push through the pain. The pain of the mind is not milder than the body; in fact, it is harsher. I’ve learned this the hard way.  But it can be controlled because we are the ones who react to it. Push past that emotional pain. Push past your boundaries. You know you have true emotions and feelings then. Write them down.

It reveals the world to you.

Be Your Kind of Weird

 

Great talk. Awesome advice.

 

 

Robert Greene is a writer of human interaction with a bunch of books to his name, including The 48 Laws of Power, the 33 Strategies of War, and Mastery. Here.

Tom Bilyeu is a phenomenal entrepreneur whose life task is freeing people from the Matrix of this Wasteland life. Here.

Be Adjacent

 

I’ve recently picked up an old Alan Watts book of mine and read it this week. For the longest time, it was a wayward book in my library. You know the kind–one of those books that always mean to pick up but never get to it. A book, sadly, more looked at than read. It’s called ‘Tao of Philosophy‘. Check it out, it’s a very enlightening read.  Continue reading

Roadside Stand

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I want my novels to be a solid and glimmering symbol. I see ancient languages of Sanskrit or hieroglyphics with powers like these, and I want each one of my books to be a symbol, complete but also saying more than what they represent. And every one of my books will be another completed letter in the language of my being, and so saying more together than what they can say by themselves; just like each word in every sentence and each sentence in every paragraph in my stories, each character, each story, each scene, all part of the same elaborate symbol of beauty and mystery. There it hangs from my soul like a bauble on a string, insignificant to everyone but the people who can unlock its meaning. This is what it means to write.   Continue reading

A Song

 

In place of a post, I’d like to post a song. And Ani says (and has been saying for over thirty years) more in a three-minute song than most can utter in a lifetime. Enjoy.

 

 

Please learn more about this amazing woman here.

Movie for the Weekend — ‘My Dinner with Andre’

 

One winter morning back in 1999, while attending ISU, one of my roommates decided to pay (for as long as he was able to) the lion’s share of the cable bill simply because he wanted every single movie channel. It lasted only one semester, but for that time, I was spoiled. I’d always been a film buff, having grown up with cable tv, so having all the newest and coolest films to watch was a treat. But only one of those channels was my absolute favorite–the Independent Film Channel. I saw so much. From Jarmusch’s Coffee and Cigarettes to Linklater’s Slacker to Anderson’s Bottle Rocket to Reggio’s Koyaanisqatsi, films on the IFC touched the artist and creator in me with their odd characters, their bare-bones budgets, and their young and yet-to-be-recognized directors and actors. These were films that made for me a creative spark that would later fan the first flames of my dream of writing. Continue reading