Just Remember....anything you need to

There are a number of belief systems that imply there is an endless supply of knowledge available to each and every one of us. Accessible through mere thought and experience, this knowledge goes beyond the ordinary systemic acquisition methods we are familiar with - through reading, teachers and the lessons that everyday life offers. It is a knowledge that is ingrained in the basic existence of our being. Through a millennium of collective experiences, we as humans and all which surrounds us, have created this knowledge base and thus it is accessible to us by just reaching for it. I won't go deeper into this idea for now, but it is a need to know concept in order to accept the idea of helping each other 'remember' the information stored all around us.

In each of our waking moments we have the ability to use this information to change and transform the way we deal with our everyday life, as well as mold the way we interact with each other. I relate the idea of 'remembering' here in these articles as a notion of accessing this data base of experience, as a supplement of remembering our own experiences. With the knowledge of things that other people have learned, we can build upon the already large amount of information that is out there. We utilize daily the memories we have stored in our own consciousness, to make important and non-important decisions. For example, once you have touched a hot stove and burned yourself you are likely to recall this moment before doing it a second time. This recall, or 'remembering' is important to our daily growth. I think you might agree, if we all spent the same amount of time burning ourselves without changing our behavior, we wouldn't get very far. Within the same thought of growing, wouldn't it be efficient to be able to utilize the experiences and learning of others ina moment of time, to grow instantly. This sharing of experience, or helping each other to remember our shared knowledge, is the backbone to this growth process. Especially the ability to see a difference of perspective, in any instance, can help to change yours or another's reaction.

With this in mind, I bring you the vessel for my own 'remembering'. Experiences that have shown me things that may well illuminate a future moment. I hope to pass them to you so that we may live a lighter and easier life. So with me, please, Just Remember.

winter wonderland.

For the past four days we have had snow falling to the ground. In a city carved out of a tropical forest, it has been snowing for four days. It seems strange that everyone's biggest concern, right now, is their drive to work. What about myself? Me.... I'm torn about how I feel. I moved out here to have mild weather and that was provided for me during the first three years of my stay here. However, not a mere 8 days ago, I was swearing at the mildly glum and wet eco system that is Vancouver. It's the end of the year holiday season and I could not feel less festive... or at least that was true a week ago. You see, I am filled with glee as the snow falls to my feet. It feels like christmas now and that's pretty cool. This feeling inspired me to get on here and remind everyone of a great holiday message. This holiday season as you shivver your butts off in the snow and ice, be sure to enjoy it. Because inevitably we will all be burning in hell for doing this to the earth.

Happy Holidays!

This is the land of confusion

There are so many things happening in the world that it's pretty hard to distinguish what is right or wrong. We find ourselves (hopefully) questioning the everyday life we live and the leaders which provision this life. It's hard to decide between the hard fight, going about living our lives in a manner which can be enjoyable in each individual moment, and blindly working/living like ants. Human enslavement is rampant and ever growing in every crevice of our society and on all levels. Whether a classic form of captive human labor or the constant control of human minds by virtual vices and life styles.

How do we break free, what choices have to be made and how extreme are the changes going to be? These questions stop us from moving forward. The human ego and all that we've built our existence on, are the actual problems. To remove them we must change them, to change them we must remove them.

How the hell can we do that?

Steve went there once.

I was sitting on the curb waiting for a ride. I hadn't had my car on the road in nearly five years. It was some how liberating and restricting all at once, but Ben didn't mind coming to get me when it was times like these. I was wearing some belled 'fat' pants and a hoodie that was bright orange. The brand name spewed across the front above the single pocket meant for both of your hands. Some combination of letters standing for something that was too cool for me to remember now nearly 8 years later. I had danced all night and sweat to my hearts content and not once taken off the eye catching sweater. At least six people had struck up conversation with me through the night, just because of this piece of clothing. But now with the sun being up for a couple hours and me sitting here on this curb in a small town I've never been in, I was getting hot. I took the sweater off to let my body breathe, and I exposed my San Quinten "jail house" rock shirt. I wrapped the sweater around my waist like it was the eighties and I stood up to do this. As I finished up the shirt sleeve cuff tuck at the front, I turned around. And when I turned around there was a large man standing only three feet from me. He had crossed the road as I was standing and was now only an arm short of reaching me. I was noticeably startled, as my nerves had been shot by a combination of no sleep and over indulgence the night before. I stopped breathing and stood as still as I could, playing possum in the street, almost literally. The rather large man with a leather jacket, some dark glasses, a shaved head and what appeared to be a thick chain in his hands, lifted his hand to my chest. I didn't know what was happening. Would I survive till Ben came to get me? Is this man going to hurt me? Did I just pee myself? He stuck his finger into my chest pointing at me, quite painfully, and he says; "My friend Steve went there once". I looked dumbly at him, not wanting to be rude I said back, "Oh yah?"

He exposed his messed up teeth and walks past me saying, "Oh yah and not on a tour either."