I will miss you, Adam (Mayor) West – thank you for all the action, and the laughs too.
These days, it seems I can’t comment on any story without losing at least one modpoint. Doesn’t matter the contents, whether it’s a nice, watered-down, etc. comment, or what type of story I’m commenting on, almost instantly I go from 2 points to either 1 or 0. This has been happening for at least 2 years now. Someone’s got it out for me either on Slashdot or someone else with a huge collection of accounts that use collective modpoints to mod their foes down.
There’s gotta be something that can counter that. I’ve always liked Slashdot’s karma system, but it really seems at this point that someone’s figured it out and started abusing it on a massive scale.
Drain the Stale Chi
Tingles with the energy
Give it to the world
Inverse the hurt
Breathe in, let it sink in
Withdrawal from Mother Earth
She keeps me balanced
Slowly I gather up
Seldom moments become plenty
Slowing the mind creates time
The perception of reality
Is whatever I want it to be
Let me not forget this
As I plunge back into it
Keep me true, to you
I’m laughing at myself for simultaneously reading a Forbes article about 15 things productive people do differently and puffing off of my vape pen.
You know what would work well for artists that perform at concerts who are annoyed at everyone pointing their cell phones at them? If they (or the venue) professionally recorded each concert in high quality and distributed it to each paying concert-goer. Why have a thousand shitty videos with shitty audio flooding YouTube when you could have a single, awesome looking/sounding one given to all, possibly included in ticket price? Then, at least, the artists would be re-connected with their fans by being able to see the whites of their eyes. I honestly don’t envy performers in that respect – I don’t want to look at a stadium full of camera lenses with people who love and are enjoying your music being blocked by them. I want to connect.
When will we become not a nation of laws, but a nation of morals?
Seems that all who sung from
The heart soul and lungs aren’t
Is it true
That times are gone
For honest men?
And now even you
Won’t sing your songs
I’ll try to
Keep my head up high
Put my sorrows aside
I’ll find you
In the sky
On that carpet ride
I’ll try to
Keep my head up high
Put my sorrows aside
I’ll find you
In the sky
On that carpet ride
Something’s gotta give, but
There’s something in the way
Someone’s gotta live, brother
I think we’re being played
I think we’re being played…
I never met you, but for some reason that doesn’t stop the fact that I fucking miss you. I can’t stand all your songs on the radio and all the articles on Facebook. Fuck.
I feel no dumber
It’s a sausage cucumber
I’ll take a number
You’ll never make it
And I can’t fake it
Don’t try and take it
No I’ll never
Play to the drummer
Play to the drummer
I’m winter to your summer
Guess I’m that much dumber
I’ll take a number
Ostracizing a pet goat
What am I worth today
Not much, says the salesman
I want to fly away
With the fuzzy bass
And an electric face
Keep it coming, randomly
I can’t suppose the supposedly
Gimme one more shot man
I can do what you want then
Fuck this abbreviation
I can’t take this asphyxiation
Let me breathe through this tube
Not much more than a plastic bag womb
Taking it down
Can’t stand it when a clown starts to frown
And I cant fill my head anymore
I’s gore, then a bore, to desensitize the masses
Or smoke weed and pass it
Why can’t I be sedated
Just a drunk in a stoner’s jacket
I whack this mole till it comes true
You don’t wanna talk
No you don’t wanna talk
Got your tail between your legs
Guess I put you in your place
What did I have to do
Were you convincing me
Or maybe just you
And the ones that used to know you, too
I get what you want
But you’re stuck in a loop
I get what you want
But you’re stuck in a loop
Stuck in a loop
Do you ever regret
Getting high before the set
Called the photographer a chump
Yeah you pissed on that stump
So go fool some more and
Keep spitting that game you got and
Keep playing those same songs
With a million more people who’ll figure out
You’re just spraying shit
“Windows 10 Cloud”…lol. C’mon Microsoft, really?
I guess I’ve just been through enough of these types of project announcements from M$ that I’ve become ‘immune’ to them. At first I’d be interested. “Oh, something new. I wonder what it’s about.” It almost always ends up being some rehash of an old system that sucked.
What M$ system doesn’t suck though, seriously?
I’m so finished with Microsoft shit. I hate supporting it. I’ve been ready to completely shift over to open source projects for years now. I hate having to rely on Microsoft’s shitty products to make money.
“Trump’s conflicts of interest explained by White House ethics lawyers Norm Eisen and Richard Painter” (from Youtube video)
On his first day, Donald Trump signed into law an effective increase on mortgage loans for low-income, many times first-time home buyers (FHA).
Congrats Trump, you’ve effectively started a class war. Those ‘with’ you will fight for money, and those ‘without’ you will increasingly suffer in poverty. Way to project your business life into the lives of every American trying to make ends meet.
Fuck you, Trump.
I feel like I’m suffocating in a sea called America who’s sole purpose is now to strip the very air necessary to sustain life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. How the fuck did I allow this to happen? The Earth is changing, our next generations in jeopardy and our new narcissistic leader is forcing us to turn our cheeks in favor of money.
Fuck you, Trump. You are a cancer, a destructive parasite who cannot see that your host will topple over as you gut it, killing you in the process of your narrow mindedness, your naivety, your aggressive campaign to turn back the hands of time. And for what? You still haven’t told us, you’re leaving us in the dark. You are a criminal, and somehow, some way you tricked an entire nation into disregarding your entire past and believing that your blabber is the correct way to move forward. Again I say – FUCK YOU, TRUMP.
Dec 31 15:59:59 hostname kernel: [784008.556025] Clock: inserting leap second 23:59:60 UTC
Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspaper says, says
Say it’s true, it’s true
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one
I feel right now that logging into Facebook is largely futile and repeatable. What stems from a login is checking bloated notifications, scrolling through an endless feed of mostly regurgitated news and narcissistic quests of adoration, wrapped up with me sharing what post seems to be the least diluted and maybe even a bit educational and fun…and then my mom immediately ‘liking’ and commenting on it, giving me a sinking feeling that nobody else will now dare comment on it.
-= 1 =-
I am 36 years old. I currently live in a small town in Northern California, but grew up in a semi-large city of just under two-hundred thousand people. I’m married and have two children. I own my own I.T. business where I support and maintain small business computer networks. I am a musician. I work. I spend time with my family. I indulge in music, art… and pursue a few different dreams, projects and personal life goals. I guess you could say I’m “pretty normal”.
I’ve worked hard throughout my life to ensure, as much as possible, that I am ultimately in control of my own life.
Like I said, I’m in the I.T. profession. But even before I started my career, I was constantly immersed in technology. I was a computer geek before being a geek was cool. Right behind me, in fact, is a Commodore 64 setup – a computer reminiscent of my very early childhood, complete with some of the video games I used to play. It is a nostalgic representation of the start of my love affair with computers.
-= 2 =-
As I grew up in the early 1990’s I became interested in what some might call the “digital underground”. Back then, before the Internet was a common household utility, this meant calling online bulletin board systems with my computer’s modem. BBSes were independently run systems belonging to geeks like me, places you could log-on and communicate with others that shared a common interest (usually relating to technology). They were essentially places you could send messages to others, play games and download files that others had uploaded to share. I like to think of BBSes as part of the digital “golden age”. Every board was an island, a separate country – ruled by those who created them and, in the vast majority of cases run for free with the sole intention of sharing and communicating.
For the most part, BBSes gave you anonymity. When you signed up for an account on a BBS, one of the first things you chose was an “alias”, a “handle”. Handles were your identity on that particular board. For the vast majority of BBSers, your handle was not your real name. The reason for this was actually the basis of why most people called BBSes in the first place – to be able to be someone different than who they were in real life. For me and many of my digital peers growing up, my handle was just as important as my real name – and in some ways more important. Who I was online was who I wanted to be in real life as a teenager, but couldn’t; someone who was respected for who I was on the inside and not primarily by physical appearance or social status.
Having an online handle also gave me self-esteem in real life. It provided me with an identity that I could fall back on and allowed me to conduct my real life with a bit more strength and sense of worth. I still use the primary alias I created and used on most BBSes in 1993 for my personal e-mail address and consider it just as much of a real name as my legal one, even if now as a nostalgic reminder of a time when I could escape the real world and be who I was without fear of ridicule. If someone was behind me and called out to me by my alias today, I would turn my head without hesitation.
-= 3 =-
Besides simply having fun and interacting with others like me, I used BBSes to learn about technology. One of the things I was most interested in, and still am, is computer security. Possibly the start of this fascination was before I even discovered the BBS. When I was 11 years old and a friend had come over to play, we walked into my living room and he saw my Commodore 64 computer on the floor next to our large, wooden-cased television set. He widened his eyes, looked at me and said, “Dude – you could hack into a bank with one of these!” My eyes widened as well when he said that, and my adolescent imagination started running wild. I had no idea computers could be used to access other computers. A couple of years later, I became officially hooked on computer to computer communication when a friend and I called our first BBS late one night and thought we had somehow accidentally accessed a secret government mainframe. “WHAT IS YOUR NAME: ” It prompted. We looked at each other in confusion. We gave a fake name. “WHAT IS YOUR LAST NAME: ” ….I hung up and immediately unplugged the phone line from the wall. I was scared to death at first, but underneath that fear was a boiling excitement that never really left me; that drove me to learn more and more as the years went on.
On BBSes, “hackers” were just about the highest rank in the hierarchy of users. If others considered you a hacker, you were “elite” – a few steps above the normal user. You possessed knowledge many other BBSers wanted. You were a knight in the digital domain. You were looked up to, sought after and even feared by some. The Mentor’s “The Conscience of a Hacker”, written in 1986, was something that when read made you proud to consider yourself a part of hacker culture. System Operators (SysOps) became hackers if they wanted to successfully defend their BBSes against the bad guys – the “Black Hats”.
Black Hats are hackers with ill intention. In the BBS days, they sought to cause destruction, delete or modify files, to completely dismantle boards – usually to gain what they believed was respect, but in actuality was mostly hatred by the rest of the BBS community.
“White Hats”, on the other hand, are hackers that secure their systems and help others secure theirs. Their primary motivation is to learn as much as possible about computer and network security, and to help others learn as well. Back then, if White Hats hacked other BBSes, it was simply to prove to themselves and others that they could do it, and would not delete files or otherwise cause harm (besides maybe leaving a simple ‘calling card’ such as a message that would be displayed to other callers claiming their hack). Other hackers considered themselves “Grey Hats” – those who dabble in both good and evil. A Luke Skywalker and a Darth Vader rolled into one, if you will.
Most good intentioned SysOps wanted not only to defend their BBSes against Black Hats, but to protect themselves and their users against the danger of law enforcement overreach. Back then, government agencies were creating accounts on BBSes for the sole purpose of investigating them – and taking them down if they felt they were breaking the law. The “illegal” content on boards was usually nothing more than text files that taught you how to hack or software that aided in doing so, such as scripts and programs that other users created themselves. Some boards (called “Pirate” or “Warez” boards) hosted illegal software, such as commercial applications that were cracked to allow you to use it without paying for it. These were in stark contrast to purely hacking-centered boards, and though the pirate and hacking communities many times intermingled they were looked at very differently from each other.
From the SysOp’s perspective, law enforcement’s sole purpose was to hinder the process of learning and sharing. By secretively infiltrating their BBSes, raiding their homes, arresting them, seizing their computers and causing real life devastation, they were seen as an enemy of freedom. They were the biggest threat to independently run digital worlds. Many boards had disclaimers at time of sign-up that if you were an employee of a law enforcement agency, you must inform the SysOp before you gained access. The reason for this was simple; to let cops know that you knew they were likely there for the sole purpose of invading the privacy of your userbase and to attempt to take away what had been built with care and the purpose of helping others learn more about computers.
-= 4 =-
These days, my focus is on the Internet. To me, having grown up online before most people knew what “online” meant, the Internet is simply the largest BBS in the world. Everyone and their grandma is a user. There’s a message base for any topic, file sections for just about anything you could ever imagine and online games that allow you to forget, just for a bit, the difficulties and stresses of real life.
But the Internet is much more than just for having fun. Business depend on it to function and communicate. It is now used in almost every aspect of modern life, from medicine to military. At its core, though, it is simply a worldwide network of computers. It is not biased toward any particular use or intention of its users. It exists to facilitate whatever needs its users can come up with.
And to me, unfortunately, law enforcement is an increasing threat to the basis of what the Internet means and is capable of. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that their intentions are good. I know that they feel they must protect e-commerce, governmental integrity, corporate interests…but their inability to understand what the Internet really is causes their actions to undermine some of its most important virtues of all of its users.
One of my main concerns about digital freedom is that many countries’ federal governments have not only the technical ability, but the increasingly LEGAL ability to hack into innocent peoples’ belongings. To hack my computers, my smartphone, my wife’s smartphone. My children’s video game systems (which have integrated cameras and microphones, which require a connection to the Internet simply to function). I look at laws being passed and see the potential for widespread abuse by the few that are legally allowed to exploit them. I feel like I should move my copy of “1984” to the non-fiction part of my bookshelf.
I do what I can to defend myself and my family against these potential intrusions. I have a strong firewall between the Internet and my home network. I use an anonymizing VPN service which masks my true IP address associated with my Internet service provider and provides an encrypted tunnel between me and the VPN service itself (which I trust more than my ISP, unfortunately). I run open source software everywhere I can and always make sure each device is up to date with security patches. I even employ low-tech solutions like placing black tape over camera lenses when I’m not using them. Little can be done to microphones unless I physically open up the electronics and cut the connection, because black tape won’t stop acoustic waves from getting to ultra-sensitive microphones underneath. I must trust my other methods of protection to be ‘good enough’ to prevent threats I cannot myself eliminate.
But all of these things can’t stop the most resourceful Black Hats from invading my personal space and the personal space of those I care about. I fear there is still nothing stopping nation states, including my own, from using known and undisclosed security vulnerabilities in computers and devices I have on my network to intrude on my freedom of privacy. Even one vulnerability, say in a connected game system, could potentially allow an attacker to tunnel in past my firewall into it and then attack my entire network from the inside. Covertly activating microphones, webcams, keyloggers, screengrabbers is much easier when you’ve got direct access to the device.
Not only is privacy in jeopardy, but the battle against online anonymity is growing. Many social networking sites try to force you to use your real name. There are laws in the legal pipeline attempting to make it illegal to use anonymizing VPN providers, or to assume you are a criminal simply by using one and using that assumption to legally hack you. Many high profile web sites and services disallow access simply by using a VPN-associated IP address or Tor (such as Hulu, Netflix, and many online commerce sites like Target.com). I understand that many are simply protecting themselves against criminals that use these anonymizing services to mask an attack, but a blanket reaction like blocking entire IP subnets is sloppy and overreaching at best. Why deny access to all of your customers that wish to practice digital security simply because a few bad apples use those same services as a way to attack you? That’s akin to outlawing all airplanes because of what happened on 9/11.
-= 5 =-
I don’t know what the future holds. What I do know is that some very basic human rights are currently being allowed to be tossed to the wayside by spreading fear, uncertainty and doubt to the masses. As the world becomes more dependent on the Internet for matters of modern life, the personal freedoms we all deserve seem to be darkening, shriveling, and fading to black. I feel the reason this is being allowed to happen is that most people don’t understand the technology they depend on, and therefore assume that the anti-hacker, terror-esque propaganda being spread about by greedy and naive governments and corporations is all true and must be stopped at all costs. These costs unfortunately include the right to individual privacy, anonymity and security. What people, in my humble opinion, must remember is that governments and corporations are still made up of people. And while many White Hats are employed by security agencies and corporate I.T. departments to secure their (and their clients’) assets, there are likely just as many Black Hats being employed which are circumventing these rights for their own benefit and the benefit of their employers.
We must, as a people, stand up once more for what we all deserve in life, which is peace of mind without compromise.
It is simply awesome to see Temple of the Dog play old Mother Love Bone songs on their tour. If you watch the videos here on the Seattle grunge movement and Andrew Wood’s documentary, you’ll see how important the connection is between members/friends of Soundgarden, Mother Love Bone, and after Andy’s death, Temple of the Dog and Pearl Jam. To someone who’s experienced their music first around age 11 (1991), but never knew the story behind all of these incredibly talented musicians and friends, it’s mind blowing. I feel like it’s a story that should be a movie in and of itself, one of young friends making music for the sake of music, one that expresses the value that friendship holds even after 25 years and the events that tie you together as empathetic humans experiencing life and making a difference upon the world with your craft. Here’s to Temple’s renewed presence in the world of music, and here’s to Andy Wood, who let everyone know he was there by fucking with Chris’s microphone (you didn’t think he’d let you sing the whole thing yourself, did you?)
I can’t change games within the rules
I don’t climb mountains as a fool
Circles, circles all around me
All this wasted energy
I want to kill, then create with you
Don’t you want to change it, too?
I want to turn this upside-down
Shake them up and drop them down
Watch ’em scatter in the sky
I was low and now I’m high
If major media and news outlets (including AP) made conscious decisions to promote and broadcast, not just of the U.S. but the whole world, stories that depicted generally positive news, the world economy would greatly improve.
I believe that when people are happy they are more likely to work harder and spend more money. Accomplishment is a great motivation booster and endorphin generator. We become more in sync with each other and less divided / solo. Not to mention the nice byproduct of people generally getting along instead of constantly at the defense, looking to separate from one another.
Media news outlets depicting a greater percentage of generally positive news (such as charity coverage, stand-up-citizen and generally positive role model, “I wanna do that too” type coverage) would create a desire for people to want to mimic it. As they say, it’s not called “television programming” for nothing. And not even just for news media but all kinds of mass media. It truly is, IMHO, something that could save the world at this point in time.
We are the same person
When you hurt me, you hurt yourself
And when I hurt you, I’m really hurting
I am the afterbirth, and
In this world I comfort self, and
Unfurl this mess
But so far away
Let me ride this rocketship
The other way
I’m closer than you think
And I’m not really lost
So look within yourself
I’m not that far off
I’m missing that one link
And the only cost (is)
Mistook for wealth
You are in myself
I’m not that far off
(You’re not that far gone)
But so far away
Let me ride this rocketship
The other way
We are the same person
When you love me, you love yourself
And when I love you, I’m really loving
And when you fuck me, you fuck yourself
And when I fuck you, I’m really fucking
I bet a lot of people (mostly my business clients) don’t realize that at the end of most of my e-mails, the “Sincerely, Jordan” is actually hand-typed and not an auto-signature.
Yep, I type it every time. Because I mean it.
I have an idea that I’m willing to “give to the universe” (because I’ll never get around to doing it myself, haha).. an on-hold music solution that, when a call is picked up/returned to an ongoing call, instead of the music stopping abruptly, fades out (and possibly fade-in to the ongoing call). Another option, though technically much more difficult, would somehow ‘wrap-up’ the song itself – cut to a musical segway to the end section of the song (2-3sec?).. Acoustically this would make transitioning from hold to call a much pleasant experience subconsciously – given the right kind of music, 2-3 seconds would be all you need to make your caller just that much happier.
I know it’s a stupid idea, but make it for me anyway. MAKE IT NOW.
A little bass riff/loop I came up with. Yesterday I came up with a melody to go over this, may post that later.
Proud new owner of this domain hack. SubJam is the new name of EchoNet. subj.am website coming soon.
This is gonna be big.
The other night I was bored and did a search on “grunge” on YouTube. I found this ~45m Grunge documentary that VH1 did and watched it.
Now I was born in 1980 so my pre teen and teenage years were heavily influenced musically by grunge. While my first tapes purchased (apart from the oldies tapes my parents gave me for a radio + tape player mini jukebox for my birthday) were Appetite For Destruction, Alice Cooper and Weird Al, one of my first CDs were Nirvana’s Nevermind. I remember sitting on my living room floor one day looking at the insert and reading the bandmember’s names and the instruments they played.. “Bass” by Krist Novoselic..what’s bass? lol.. I remember hearing Perl Jam at my friend Travis’s house, where one of the songs Eddie Vedder belted out an F bomb. It was love at first listen. Rebellious, electric, raw, grungy rock …everything I wanted to be.
With SoCoRock, Cool Mic, being a musician and general music and technology addict, I was really drawn in by the documentary. I grew up and loved the music and bands they focused on – Perl Jam, Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Nirvana.. but it really brought it all together into a story that made the whole grunge movement make complete sense. Seattle, an economically struggling area, cold, wet, far from any other major areas.. harvested a completely unique music scene with its roots in the music itself. Kids that were music fans hung out and figured out how their drums, electric guitars, etc. worked in musty wet garages. All day. Every day.
The scene grew seemingly with groups of friends that were into music simply hanging out together. When Mother Love Bone shot for the stars and really pushed to glorify what was going on there (along with Andrew Wood’s unfortunate Heroine overdose and subsequent death), with Sub Pop Records coming in to promote Seattle and Grunge to far away lands and the feedback loop starting between Britain and the U.S., the media had a feeding frenzy on the organic, raw nature of a completely new scene that was trying to fill a vacuum left by the charismatic Wood. Soundgarden jumped from Sub Pop to a major label first, followed by Nirvana..
The legendary one-time super project was formed and comprised of Soundgarden’s Chris Cornell, which was a good friend of Wood, and remaining members of Mother Love Bone, called Temple of the Dog. Temple of the Dog was a direct lyric of Wood’s, which I never knew – and both songs, “Say Hello To Heaven” and “Reach Down” were dedicated to him as well. TotD gives me many memories musically – one takes me back to my dad’s house when I remember using his high-speed dual-cassette recorder to make a dubbed copy of the cassette I must had borrowed from a friend.
I never knew Perl Jam as a band that took a lot of shit for ‘riding Nirvana’s wave’ so to speak. When the remaining Mother Love Bone members met up with San Diego’s Eddie Vedder, they were accused of becoming popular on the wave that was already being generated. What hypocrisy, I thought, as if it weren’t for the members, a lot would have been different.
Of course those memories are my own and personal to myself and watching this documentary really brings a lot of perspective to the music that created them and influenced me growing up. A whole genre that centered around bringing yourselves up on something real and that means something to you, and then immediately when it’s about to pop, tragedy.. it makes sense. Nothing can possibly create more genuine music than that. And when the media came in and started creating an atmosphere of illusion by getting signed, being a celeb and the whole “rock star” status, most of them scoffed and told them to fuck off. Unfortunately being able to handle stardom itself was difficult for such pure musical souls so addiction was common and unfortunately Heroin’s abundance in Seattle caused many of the best to drop off the face of the Earth.
To me, grunge was the latest in real musical movements. I feel a lot of nostalgia toward it today and I see a lot of style going back to it even here in Hidden Valley – plaid over t-shirts, ripped up jeans/shorts, the whole look is all around with teenagers. Just a while ago driving by Santa Rosa High school I saw a kid walking with a Nirvana shirt on. It made me smile and have hope for the next rock revolution, which I don’t think is far off. I’m going to do my best to make sure I’m a part of how it happens.
Last night I went back in time
Met my brother, classroom outside
He was glad to see me
He thought I was forty
These spaces are so easy
I can move about them freely
And I need to show you somehow
I need to show me somehow…
We aren’t locked in here
This distress is self-inflicted
We are a picture painted once
And live it through this dimension
We suffer through dementia
Our sense of time, amnesia
Looking ahead as always
Not realizing we move backwards
He wasn’t surprised to see me
He was excited, smiling
As if he knew it was me
And through this self-determined dreamstate I wandered, like many times before
Looking to my childhood
Wanting to know more
But he knew more
We can travel time in this consciousness
And I will figure out just how
I will tell you the future of now
Precognition is getting stronger
I know you see it in me
But I am still learning the ropes
So please go easy… on me
Let’s slowly remember our abilities
And stop this ruthless game
I would simply die if I saw us crumble
Before we actually changed
Is this picture painted?
Or can we change it along the way?
Keep me informed, smart and strong
Let me show you the way
(Written in 2012/03)
“Look closely at the challenges humanity has been struggling with. What is the root cause of the environmental destruction, the poverty and inequality, crime, racism, terrorism, economic instability, mindless consumerism, endless wars and skyrocketing military spending?
These problems exist because the most powerful human cultures and civilizations have propagated a world view that presents life as a never-ending war between opposing forces- a struggle between good and evil, man and nature, friend and enemy, “us” vs. “them.”
Such dualistic thinking can serve a useful purpose at times, but creates chaos, inequity, unhappiness and instability when allowed to continuously dominate people’s lives.
For thousands of years, those in power have sought to perpetuate mindsets of competition, insecurity, scarcity and fear among the masses, in order to maintain their “ruling” positions. Nationalism, militarism, materialism, sexism, racism, colonialism, slavery, industrialization and consumerism are culturally conditioned ways of thinking and behaving rooted in a competitive and cold hearted view of fellow human beings and the natural world.
Like Adam & Eve, we continue to feed one another the lie of good vs. evil, rather than sharing the true story of ourselves as sisters and brothers, magical children of the Tree of Life. It’s almost as if the human family has been living under a spell, brain-washed and hypnotized to live in fear, to close our hearts to greater generosity, joy, wisdom, creativity, cooperation, peace and compassion…”
Perpetual Curse of the Warrior Mindset