Thoughts put into Words

Think about this:

Imagine a big multi-dimensional matrix of points. We will call these points "moments" and the matrix, the "universe". "Life" is whatever we experience within the universe. All possibilities in every way. If we didn't have thought or will, the matrix would be a static picture of life, nothing too exciting. Now imagine your purpose in "life" as being a journey from point A (birth or creation) to point B (the life of your dreams) somewhere in this grand matrix. The matrix holds all possibilities of the past, present, and future. Our purpose in life is to travel from A to B. What's the shortest distance between two points? A straight line. Life would certainly be different if we travelled in a straight line through the matrix. But you see, because we have the ability to think, we change our course constantly. We fight against that straight line, be it "life gravity" or our "life vector". We take on beliefs that our parents or culture has instilled. We take on physical burdens and daily choices based on whimsy, lust, pride, allegiance, and stupidity. Most of us tend to shake our lives up quite a bit and then get pissed at the results we have given ourselves. If we can learn to utilize our minds to focus ONLY on what we want and what we truly believe we deserve, we can achieve anything. When we think or dwell or accept or expect all of the things we don't like and don't want, we veer off course, we get lost, we forget, and then we end up overcompensating by abusing drugs or food or porn or people or nature or science. Or we tend to take pride in being part of a group (mind control?) or being an individual (alone?). On the other hand, the people whose lives ride the line are awesome! It's FULL POTENTIAL.

Now even though I said straight line, I am not speaking of time chronology in that the straighter the line, the shorter the distance. I do not mean that. I really mean that the strength of our faith is what removes the slack from our "life vector". Our lives are meant to experience whatever it is we do in whatever time we have. What do you love? What is important to you? Then think about having all of it. It's all yours somewhere in the matrix, somewhere in the grand possibilities of thought. Most people die before they ever reach point B. It's not because it's impossible, it's because they have been taught to not have as much faith in ourselves as in everything that has already been thought. Just rehash the old stuff. Who's your favorite author?

Did you think of someone famous or did you answer with your own name? Why shouldn't YOU be your favorite? Be who you are and do what YOU do. There's no competition. There is no fear. There is just "life". Shouldn't we be living it?

Who are we? We are a group. I am a member of the group. Who am I? I am thought manifested into a reality that I have accepted. I am potential. I am me. I am love. I am.

Jon

Heaven

I can see Heaven
for I am free
the fear no longer controls me
I can see Heaven
it's easy to see
Wrap your love 'round your faith and believe

Send out a call to the people, to all
Spread all your love in a prayer
Lift up your spirit and follow your dreams
Never forget that you care

I can see Heaven
and I can be
Everything I choose to believe
I can see Heaven
I want you to see
Will you travel to Heaven with me?

Expression as or as not Reality

So, was in college, and finally I could write something other than what I thought lyrics were supposed to be. But it was all in jest, yeah, goofball... But I centered myself and played the game. I began to create beautiful melodies, chord progressions, I was "loaned" a 4-track cassette recorder. I pushed record and went for it.

But I was still alone. Perhaps that's what drove me to write more personal things, but I wanted more. My mentor and musical-partner and I were growing apart. It had always been about the "sound" of the song, not really anything about the content. Yes, quality was important, but we were kids who had grown up pretty much drama-free. What was there to write about?

...and I find myself here...

Okay. Let's see. I used to write all of the time. Well, at first it was to pass the time. During class, that is. In eleventh grade. I would write rhyming lines of nonsense and call it poetry. I could never figure out how to write my true thoughts. But this way I could get a laugh from others, make some friends...

And so it started. I was a joker, a strange thinker. A goofball. I would use words and visual patterns to catch the eye. It wasn't too hard, I'd just look around the room and write whatever I saw and then rhyme to it. Things like, "Empty chair, who was sitting there? Did she have long hair? Or did he forget his underwear?"

I'd also play with
the length
of a line

or I'd match the First And Last Letters Of Row Anagrams Utilizing Their Multiple Neanings, or did they... did I? Does....

These blogs don't quite allow for a lot of that. Even sophisticated applications like Word don't quite allow for the freedom I had with lined paper and a Papermate, but I will do my best.

And so I write this journal. To give me something to do. I shall express through the tips of my fingers. I will express to you