tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80749743130070081512024-03-13T02:13:12.179-07:00Pondering LightA blog dedicated to world peace.Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-44816580041409234792013-04-24T22:03:00.001-07:002013-04-24T22:03:08.623-07:00Hey y'allJust lettin' y'all know i'm still alive.Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-57571468278810715822012-09-30T18:09:00.000-07:002012-09-30T18:09:01.557-07:00The Fence CutterI am thinking about writing a novel called "The Fence Cutter", about a guy who gets his kicks by breaking the law and cutting fences. It is an interesting plot I think, and despite the fact that the law is being broke, it seems like a pretty innocent thing to simply be cutting fences. Also, somewhat noble. I as a person have always not been a very big fan of fences, so I could take my anti-fence passion into the novel. <br />
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I am thinking there will be a team of four fence cutters, 1 girl and 3 boys, and the girl would be the main characters love interest. The first part of the novel would be them cutting the fence of a school, and it would go on to scenes of him in prison, him cutting the fence of a farm, a prison, running from cops, run ins with the sheriff, etc. I think this would be an interesting novel, and I have been thinking about it for some time. Chime in if you have any tidbits you would like to share.<br />
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Anyway, things for me have been going well, and although everyone says that, that is certainly the definition of life as it as of now. Relatives recently moved to Texas, and although it was hard at the time of the move, I have been getting used to them being away. I am going there for Thanksgiving, and am excited about going to DQ with the whole fam, it should be fun.<br />
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Anyway, Ta Ta for now and maybe I will have the beginning of a novel for you when I come back.<br />
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Sorry it was so long since the last post, I haven't necessarily been busy, just too uninspired to write a blog post, although I have been writing some poetry lately so I will make sure to get some up here.Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-74040312723110159842012-05-22T15:57:00.002-07:002012-05-22T15:57:19.030-07:00the sound of rain like the touch of an angelThe atmosphere decided to rain a couple days ago. It felt like a complete renewal of all that exists. It was quite beautiful, and i sang to the birds and the trees.<br />
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I have been noticing the birds chirping a lot lately. Just earlier as i was arising out of the tent in my mother's backyard, a bird chirped in the exact harmony as an ambulence would shriek. It was quite amazing and although I often don't think about it, i am still baffled by it. Maybe the bird was caged next to the hospital, or it had grown accustomed and had grown to like the noise emanating from the ambulence? either way, i bet it amused to fellow birds.<br />
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most of my relatives are moving away. Dad is going to Texas, brother to Georgia. it seems now that I might be the loner bear, stuck in a small college drinking town with nothing but the possibility of a typing job, but the possibility of random miracles are always floating in the air. <br />
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Many people when they hear the word miracle think about a newborn child or someone who luckily got innocent in some trial. I tend to think of food for starving children, or rain drops during dry times, eye contact between two strangers longing for love... <br />
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Everybody's priorities are different, everybody's needs are different, everybody's finances are different, and yet we all share commonalities that never cease to bring us togethor.<br />
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These days, I'm gonna turn towards books and music and typing, and when i think humanity can't handle all the junk it has polluted and manifested, i can always remember the weather patterns.<br />
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sometimes I think i'm an alien in a past life, or even in this life, just taking human form. but all that aside: enjoy this nice bountiful day; the faculties of trees and of sweet honey, cool wind and bright contemplative sun are serving all our needs in plenty and with joy.<br />
BYE!!!!!Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-84630005165036974262012-04-15T17:18:00.004-07:002012-04-15T17:33:41.828-07:00heythe weather is blistering outside, as in, it is beautiful. the soft mix of dullness and overstimulation continually renews life, bringing new experiences to the door step and blown gently through the window. passover and easter were just last week, so a rare combination of love manifested in the hearts of most religions. <div>one positivity of growing older is that i have lost the fear of different races and religions. it seems that i got some impressions growing up about what ethnicity is scary, and various stereotypes about various people. a lot of that has fallen off, and although i still sometimes think about how something is connected to a certain type of people, it is lighter, and there is mutual respect because we both see that in each other.</div><div>sometimes i wish i could talk to people at all times and at every moment, they are that cherished. but then i realize that it is just that my concept of time has gotten different. i am actually growing very close to these people, and i see them even more then i used to, but i cherish them so much that it seems like it has been a while. </div><div>it is fun to immerse yourself completely in any given situation or environment. last night i was able to join in the asian student association's iron chef competition and it was a blast. i felt like i was so dynamic that i was actually part of the student association, part of even the organizers of the event. although meat was being served, i felt like it was for the greater cause. hundreds of students showed up, and beautiful dishes were being served on beautiful plates. there were about 8 teams and they were pretty much of every imaginable ethnicity: malaysian, taiwanese, polish, latin american, one jewish guy. it was a magnificent experience, and i got to film it. i usually don't like filming anything, as i feel like watching t.v. isn't the best thing for the world, but as it was a new activity, a new immersion, it was fun.</div><div>We all got fed, and generally humans enjoy having a camera on them... </div><div><br /></div><div>Yoga rave was a blast, it was similar in energy and FASTNESS but with more smiling faces and no meat eating (and no drugs and alcohol), plus tons of joy - TONS.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well, i will continue to be safe in this life, breathing in the ups and downs and breathing out service. maybe the roller coaster i am currently on is about to fall off its track and start flying in some unknown direction, spinning violently into the outskirts of space, and maybe it will continue on its track, doing various loops and spins. I don't know. but what i do know, is that as i have abandoned some practices and concepts, i have gained others, and all of the people i have met <i>are</i> and continue to be wonderful friends.</div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-17749099276451782802012-04-11T14:32:00.000-07:002012-04-11T14:34:14.833-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWIbLgNtAety6vkB3-ySg1QZeEPkRmZburOgbQrqn2lbVC3TqHzWzc_mGo7v0DF77Unxu3iJXbXtdCdLRzmOTf1150H5wIPe1pILqy0w9rnIlkTq_jQS8c1FiI8H8e2wpIBy2NjmZlT_J/s1600/712893764_2547261056_0.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWIbLgNtAety6vkB3-ySg1QZeEPkRmZburOgbQrqn2lbVC3TqHzWzc_mGo7v0DF77Unxu3iJXbXtdCdLRzmOTf1150H5wIPe1pILqy0w9rnIlkTq_jQS8c1FiI8H8e2wpIBy2NjmZlT_J/s320/712893764_2547261056_0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730259675356791650" /></a>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-55839157843202315522012-03-29T15:16:00.002-07:002012-03-29T15:22:01.873-07:00swimminit's been swimming for a while, and from here on out. it is nice when life leads you to random places, but they somehow all work out and for the best. earlier today i got lost about a thousand times (well, actually only two or three), but i was driving north to find internet shoppe, and i ended up in a resting cornfield called 'archer's road.' it was actually quite beautiful, and i accepted the fact that i had no idea where this shoppe was, so i decided to rest a while and listen to a nice song on the radio. some guy playing the guitar and singing a melancholic song. it was quite nice, and i sat relaxed thinking about everything...<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> then, i went to where it actually was, over by the furniture store, and still couldn't find it!! so, i went into state farm and did some business which i was meaning to do for a while, and that was quite an adventure but it worked within 15 minutes and i'm pretty positive i got the good student discount. and... i found out where mediacom was!! so... in the end, i had a contract with mediacom, and would get fined a large amount if i cancelled their service, so it was completely useless, but it was such an adventure getting there!</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>'hey mr. tambourine man, play a song for .... i want to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free' - in the words of bob dylan in mr. tambourine man, covered beautifully by cloud cult.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>you might think those lyrics are a bit wacky although i find them symbolically beautiful, the imagery is nice, whether you are comfortable acting it out or not. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>hasta la vista!!</div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-14634612225066450272012-03-22T14:08:00.003-07:002012-03-22T14:21:10.047-07:00Into the Ocean<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It has been raining pretty steadily on this front; an average rain, a modest, delectable precipitation. The events of Life have been chaotic and somewhat Amazon-esque although i've come out alive with the help of moderate exercise and plentiful quantities of good food. The rain is relaxing, as there is a steady supply of it and it isn't as much of a rampage today. Yesterday I woke up to a fantastic yoga session in the backyard, completely unexpected. It was wonderful because some of the best things happen when you are completely immersed in Nature, as I was at the time. The trees blow in the wind, the animals come and sniff the laundry detergent leftover from the previous wash, the sky breathes its fresh air into the hairs and pores of humanity. Although the sirens of the cop cars are occasionally going off and there is a meth conference (how uncomfortable!) at the community college i'm going to, life seems pretty good, as I know a lot of these problems will just drop off like the burst of a water balloon, only to leave a small wet circle on cement that is soon to be evaporated.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It might be nice, to grab onto a balloon, and just float up into the sky and go thousands of miles into the sky, only to look down and to smell the various objects around you. Then, the balloon slowly deflates, although instead of popping, it just gradually releases some air, letting you back down and to continue your daily affairs. This would be awesome, and I think that sometime in the near future someone should invent this. What a detachment and delight for a day that is possibly soured from some unknown condition? And also, you could pick the color of the balloon, and you could bring along a bottle of water, or chocolate, or anything! </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I think it's a wonderful idea, and although it may seem impossible now, who knows? For now I will just keep moderately exercising and eating palatable foods in clay bowls.</div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-49588732718853746432012-03-07T20:52:00.004-08:002012-03-07T21:06:48.648-08:00Life<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Life is such a beautiful thing, such a gift. It is so important that we spend the time we have here rejoicing. When i think about all the people in life, there are so many. It is amazing because I can think of all the people i have met and i have such an authentic relationship with each of them, so original, so fascinating. It is amazing this roller coaster of life. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I think that humans are simply animals, we are just gifted with an intellect. It is like, giraffes and lions are both animals, but giraffes are gifted with long necks. We have certain qualities just like every other animal. Animals don't look at us and are like "Oh those supreme humans, they are so stupid, they get to lord it over material nature, I wish I was one of them." No, I think that animals look at us and they see another animal, a human. They just don't have that faculty to judge. Yes, we laugh and we print money but it is because it is in our nature. In the same way, cats meow, and dogs eat poop, but it is because it is in their nature, this is how they have evolved over time.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I think getting back to our essential humanness is the key to life. Watching videos on youtube about saint-like Hyenas and messianic Lions that help each other and fellow animals of different categories, makes me think of humans. We are fundamentally human, and accepting our bad qualities and good qualities and being grateful, makes us the animal that we truly are. It is our quest to be fully human and to live life 100% with love and ferociousness that makes life so grand; so joyful.</div></div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-59639120945284386492012-03-04T12:49:00.002-08:002012-03-04T12:55:22.939-08:00Poetic DevicesArt is the magnificent expression of depression, symbolically leading to the lessening of the tight grip of mania. Breathing, living, loving; these are the phenomenal expression of mania, cutting the constrictive vine of depression at its very source. These two aesthetic categories mix and match in a beautiful manifestation of Life, as the nature of all beings, interconnecting us all and kindling a balance unlike any other, a balance which is a base supporting joy, compassion, and various other pleasures. Honoring the diversity and accepting the One is the plateau I have come to at this point in Life, and it feels nice. Singing from the core of my soul, to the core of the Earth and to the expansive mystery of the sky is the greatest gift I can give to whatever it is that allows us to be.Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-83925492134540473362012-02-20T11:30:00.000-08:002012-02-20T11:33:48.148-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkJYGl0eykpWQjLwXtGDj98a0Bg9r1puJZrG-xexRdjYkB-zJogByuGG0zN4VDxOWjgxIRFSRPB2pUH-rEmRFjk1cEntYTNcZd4YndZuc8h11nr1mdkUcHG-4uFeUhWItuuS20mjEcRQu/s1600/rock+and+water.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkJYGl0eykpWQjLwXtGDj98a0Bg9r1puJZrG-xexRdjYkB-zJogByuGG0zN4VDxOWjgxIRFSRPB2pUH-rEmRFjk1cEntYTNcZd4YndZuc8h11nr1mdkUcHG-4uFeUhWItuuS20mjEcRQu/s320/rock+and+water.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711303291579602290" /></a>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-89771441886470111122012-02-04T23:00:00.000-08:002012-02-04T23:01:55.238-08:00<a href="<a class="my_play my_27" title="A Home In the Hills" href="http://www.myspace.com/elijahaaron/music/songs/a-home-in-the-hills-25742368" style="display:inline-block;margin:0;padding:0;border:0;width:27px;height:27px;overflow:hidden;text-indent:-9999px;background:url(http://x.myspacecdn.com/modules/common/static/img/playbuttonsprite.png) no-repeat 0 -85px;">A Home In the Hills</a>"></a><a class="my_play my_27" title="A Home In the Hills" href="http://www.myspace.com/elijahaaron/music/songs/a-home-in-the-hills-25742368" style="display:inline-block;margin:0;padding:0;border:0;width:27px;height:27px;overflow:hidden;text-indent:-9999px;background:url(http://x.myspacecdn.com/modules/common/static/img/playbuttonsprite.png) no-repeat 0 -85px;">A Home In the Hills</a>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-41206813148395930132012-02-04T22:40:00.000-08:002012-02-04T22:43:10.075-08:00narcissus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJ9Z1_juovXUjSgkDgiM8Ozs6ADMe9zTNO-dOiFylzKkl8oU3036PmVFULJF0OzddKV_SsQyb42fn4yo3Bq6oREuR2HtdIHWsSeF9dVCWL3d7RtVjqcw8Km_Tl373qfXtsSjTzl5qUzR0/s1600/narcissus-flower-14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJ9Z1_juovXUjSgkDgiM8Ozs6ADMe9zTNO-dOiFylzKkl8oU3036PmVFULJF0OzddKV_SsQyb42fn4yo3Bq6oREuR2HtdIHWsSeF9dVCWL3d7RtVjqcw8Km_Tl373qfXtsSjTzl5qUzR0/s320/narcissus-flower-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705538400851107250" /></a><br />just got finished court reporting the novel 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho. Really good book I suggest it to anyone. By the finish I started it over, and the novel began with the story of Narcissus, and mentioned the flower. Anyway, I thought it worthy to look up and I thought i'd share, so here it is: <div><br /></div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-62667343111957819542012-02-04T21:14:00.001-08:002012-02-04T21:14:43.497-08:00Lovehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMkxrS_eXzYNoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-43594929485695824602012-01-30T20:34:00.000-08:002012-01-30T20:34:11.517-08:00Two Gallants - Steady Rollin'<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2AWCRkcCKm8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-33874673005507962962011-10-21T11:22:00.000-07:002011-10-21T11:32:47.249-07:00the world keeps turning<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Well, here i am, sitting down, enjoying a nice bowl of pan seared potatoes and green beans, with a bit of high fructose corn syrup ketchup that, hopefully, won't be too harmful. It is nice though, i get a day off, a day to practice mandolin and enjoy the fresh air, bake a couple loaves of bread, find out that i actually am able to pick the song 'Gentle on My Mind' by John Hartford, no matter how simply. I had no idea how I'd do at the beginning of the semester, being busy and such, but it turns out fairly well, managing to get decent hours of rest. I watched this freakin' scary movie last night called House, it definitely discouraged a writing career, and most certainly discouraged watching any scary movies ever again.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Surprisingly it was filmed in the 1980's, considering how freakin' scary it was. Fortunately I am evening that out with this: a relaxing day watching bread rise. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I made a painting a couple days ago, it is basically a very bright house with a squirrel tight rope walking above a big pool of water. It is interesting, i'm pondering whether or not to donate it to the yearly silent art auction. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Oh well, the impression of that movie will slowly fade from my mind, the bread will rise, and the world will keep on turning. I don't think there is any way the world will end, I mean, there might be some major disaster, but the chances of Earth self-destructing is very small. Yes, we are getting warmer, but Nature tends it even itself out anyway, doesn't it? </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>No matter how good it will do, remind yourself: the world keeps on turning. After all, it is better then thinking the world is flat.</div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-27466353572479034172011-10-20T12:35:00.000-07:002011-10-20T12:37:40.440-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynkXZIW7aWPvyfgsoYPzJKc0SlYkSoQbbEYsXBhuV417APvOR_WJ3XRhXsiAAVfQwa7Wqa14iaPIytUAaKczIRMTVHzYMbmxK8JcpmKKYwy7rcrNr133UURfF5AuqFH5Vs3rMMmfNVFXH/s1600/butterfly.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynkXZIW7aWPvyfgsoYPzJKc0SlYkSoQbbEYsXBhuV417APvOR_WJ3XRhXsiAAVfQwa7Wqa14iaPIytUAaKczIRMTVHzYMbmxK8JcpmKKYwy7rcrNr133UURfF5AuqFH5Vs3rMMmfNVFXH/s320/butterfly.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665660415470312466" /></a>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-14528770432517436532011-10-16T09:14:00.000-07:002011-10-16T09:15:25.977-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEn29eqtnKsCh_g6heDMnmdulW8qOwo0NB1Tgac3X_hv9WlKvB6-5i3eigI6T6Cd4r7qwoxQX5hUfcl06ZhUQZyQAS77LlN6Jfv11kgwWwo8JiOAOrqEZUMognNEndzCGftB92L5-yWNAY/s1600/coexista.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEn29eqtnKsCh_g6heDMnmdulW8qOwo0NB1Tgac3X_hv9WlKvB6-5i3eigI6T6Cd4r7qwoxQX5hUfcl06ZhUQZyQAS77LlN6Jfv11kgwWwo8JiOAOrqEZUMognNEndzCGftB92L5-yWNAY/s320/coexista.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664124345879908290" /></a>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-88504217354548100332011-09-17T20:44:00.000-07:002011-09-17T20:44:45.400-07:00Oh yeah...All right..Feels good..Inside..<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;">"Your drug is a heart breaker .. My love is a life taker.."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;">Such beautiful lines, although who knows what the second part means.</span></div><iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8RFTB5vgV_4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-81202881760543805562011-09-16T13:19:00.000-07:002011-09-16T13:32:26.759-07:00StaminaIt is the 11 Days of Peace in Southern Illinois, possibly in areas surrounding as well. This brings to mind much nice thoughts, ha, of Peace.. And things related. It seems like the world has gotten more peaceful as the days have gone by. I say this a lot, or at least used to in high school, but as I look back through the ages it appears that the people have gotten less violent, the world more peaceful. Yes, there is corruption, pollution, and many problems of that nature still persistent in today's climate, but think of the Generations - Their progress - and where we stand 'Peacefully' today.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It is beautiful outside, I rarely see violence. In the 19 years i've been kicking, I haven't seen much violence, maybe a punch here, a kick there, but nothing serious. It could be that I was raised with spiritual values - One of the most non-religious, spiritually musical Christian denomination's: the Friends society.. and a simple Jewish temple and camp. Although through the years of adolescence and surrendering to my Mother's will, I landed in a Sufi temple, an Ashram, church, etc... I still think that all of these places provided a sound and base spiritual education, despite religious attitudes.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>And so i see, in the streets, Peace. It could be this is all just an expression of Light, that I choose to see the positive in the light. After all, el Guru says that Life can be compared to a movie, with the heroes just consisting of nice colors, villains in dark colors, One concept being unable to exist without the opposite concept.. And so, as I am just traveling through the world seeing and visualizing different 'projections' of light, it could be that I just register the positive, accept the Peaceful, the benevolent...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I'm sorry for the big words, am currently in a Steno Vocabulary development class, and am quite enthusiastically working on many of the assignments! as my vocabulary is improving so also is my opinion of my intellectual capabilities! Ha. And so.. if you read this, I ask you to think about time, past present and future, and ask yourself: Is the world and the people in this world progressively becoming more peaceful, are we the same? What's going on? but don't forget the divinity and joy behind it all! And so, Merci fellow people, and good day. </div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-39326535420285380172011-09-13T21:08:00.000-07:002011-09-13T21:08:59.842-07:00'Don't think I'm a D-Bag' -Journey<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5I-SbwCHJ80?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Don't think I'm a d-bag! this is the song of the weekend though, played on the radio during a melancholic sunset.. must be posted.</span></div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-87784568719526781322011-08-23T19:06:00.000-07:002011-08-23T19:16:15.737-07:00A-part-mentI moved into a new apartment last weekend! I've been 'in-dependent' for days now: it feels strange... but good! Although I do feel like I could be participating in more good causes, community events, etc., I do understand that I have been in this place for only 3 or 4 days, so it is understandable. Occasionally I will open the windows to the apartment and play mandolin, or I will Meditate or sing, and that will bring good vibes to the area, especially the surrounding apartments. The people around us seem really cool, although I have only met one of them, they all have decent cars with cool bumper stickers (ones like 'Swimmer' and 'Habitat for Humanity'), so they seem like good people! Although, the last 3 or 4 days the people above us party hardy, even though the guy who swims claims not to drink. Although, there is a guitar with an amp, and supposedly Gears of War, and likes of jumping - but never late at night. I caught the bus today - it was fun, good to participate in the public transportation. It actually is really nice living in an apartment, I have not conformed to the College norm of Raman noodles and Don Taco, instead I manage to open the windows and cook some black beans and the Vegetables with delicious Whole Wheat Tacos. Life is tough in the big city, says the high-school Trig teacher who once was in the army, yet I say Life is good in the big city. I am no longer in the suburbs and goody tooschoo community, and am no longer in the semi-ghetto, and have landed somehow in a College infested neighborhood, where people drink things somewhere in between Beer and Water. Fortunately, I have a guru, and am glued to the Joy that is given from him!! But, a post on here seemed essential, as I am surrounded by light posts and T.V.'s and computers, and a little bit of nature is a delicious delicacy to be enjoyed only by a deep breath and some sun salutations.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Court reporting is going well, as a Sophomore in John A. Logan I have gained a little bit more merit, and somehow landed a spot on the Internet with the name of the website being 'I the Volunteer.' And, although I would post the address for house-warming gifts, I am unable because of the possibility of, well, I DONT KNOW...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Good night all, and wish the college community of Southern Illinois good luck, for we need a lot in this kinda town.</div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-33063178262427391192011-08-04T20:51:00.000-07:002011-08-04T21:05:30.382-07:00QuestionI was asked an interesting question tonight:<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Do you like where you are going?"</div><div>I stared blankly, the answer to the question in my mind was, 'Where am I going?'</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Do you like what life has shown you so far?"</div><div>'Yeah... Yeah, I do,' was my answer. It felt good at the time of answering the question. After all, this is what I felt, this is what I said. It is a good question though, and almost immediately afterwards, looking back, it felt as though that question needed to be asked. The question is entirely personal, and should be asked more often. Maybe it was situation, he only asked it because I had a smile on my face, but still, there have been questions that have changed my life, and this I think is one of them.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The usual question is, 'What do you want to be when you grow up?' I can see as a teacher why it might be useful, getting to know the students. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Questions I have found to be incredibly useful in life, although I may have annoyed some people or have been some sort of thorn on their back through the incessant questions I have asked, I do feel like each one has been useful in becoming closer to that very person. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A question implies learning, curiosity, wonder. As an experienced question asker, I find that excessive questions will make people a little P'O'ed, or at least it seems that way by the look on their face. So, sometimes, I make a brain agreement not to ask any questions, but only to say statements, exclaim things, yell, whisper, say anything, except no questions. This soon ends and I find that during that small period of time I think of myself as a total doosch.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>But oh well,I just thought I'd exclaim the beauty of the "question" as they did in Junior High with posters of Einstein.Conclusion: It is incredibly important for humanity to ask questions, regardless of what words are contained.</div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-77050078520075874152011-08-03T09:08:00.000-07:002011-08-03T09:10:03.727-07:00getting the creative juices flowing<a href="http://snd.sc/pSph2Z">http://snd.sc/pSph2Z</a>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-91306466763470886232011-08-01T16:50:00.000-07:002011-08-01T16:50:16.970-07:00Through Heaven's Eyes<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oG0a9WFkgzU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074974313007008151.post-44354738532888296532011-08-01T12:21:00.000-07:002011-08-01T12:37:37.968-07:00Eco-detour<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>The sun came up on a dreary morning; fog stuck to the grass like a tick on a beast, and the light of the sun penetrated the belly of every living thing, bringing a soft shadow to the ground, the Earth. Although the fog was heavy, things could e seen a short distance away, and the creatures continued the daily routine.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Although partially humidified, the ants kept carrying, the ant eaters kept eating, and the wolves kept killing. The trees swayed back and forth, communicating a slight discomfort, a need to move and to be active, but the fog and the sun kept them silent, providing their essentials. A road stood as bricks on a church, lonely like a high-schooler on his or her way home from school. There hadn't been a single car to drive on it in days, it is as if there was a train wreck a few days earlier, or some sort of catastrophe. Dryness spilled from the cracks in the road, soil underneath searching for life, moisture, some comfort. As the fog drifted into the morning dew, the sun brightened as though someone was gradually making the light brighter at some dinner party, playing the role of lights technician. The hungry soil, the frustrated trees, the labor intensive ants, and the soft wind all perked in a sudden shock, as though they had just been electricuted. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A small car became visible in the distance: a blue Toyota Prius with its brights on. All the windows appeared to be closed, although the passenger occasionally opened one slightly, only to close it again. The Prius roared through the silence that was this ecosystem, and although compared to most cars quite quiet, this one made a racquet, as it was the only mechanical object to be here in days. Coming to a soft halt the Prius gradually slowed as though it was stopping at a stop sign. A woman got out of the driver's seat and started kicking the tires, one by one. The trees fell into trance, the ants were amazed. They hadn't seen or heard or smelled something like this in years. The deer stopped in their tracks, and forgot about the sustenance that once was craved. The wind, although continuing similar motions and still gently blowing, got curious and wondered what was disturbing their usual patterns. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The woman finished her kicking, and sat down to have a banana and peanut butter on the bumper of the car. Then, all of a sudden, a small boy opened the passenger side door and crawled out, and wobbled to the edge of the road where the grass lived. He started digging his hands into the ground and soon enough he touched an ant hill. The ants, out of their nature and out of pure intuition and surprise, crawled onto his hand. The boy stood up and softly called out to his mother,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Mommy! I got ants on my hands!!!"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>All things, including the leaves and ants, the deer and trees, soil and birds, even the mother stared directly at the boy in such unfathomable awe as the entire ecosystem in that wilderness started changing.</span></div>Noahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01344812251888639908noreply@blogger.com0