What Defines Beauty?

The creator
views beauty
at great lengths
that are painful.

Sand Vs. Snow.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNuCGqwYbVE
(Mexico - Incubus)

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The First 100 Days

Seasonal Sabi.

Orange mist amongst pink impressions.

Today was the first glimpse of the sun, "Good morning sun".

And it replied, "Good morning Atlanteaness."

Oceanvs Devcalidonivs.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uqx4o6QyywU
(Weather To Fly - Elbow)

A lonesome passage way leads me by Elbow's Landing. Whatever in the world could have made someone stop here in no man's land to set up a halfway shop that is only open during the warm months to cater to passersby?

Surely one would turn tail and run, if not hide, when they reach the rock guardians that loom on the side of the path. They vigilantly watch out over the cliff, falling into the oblivious nothing that seems only mist and depths of mountain below.

I find a museum full of grounded vehicles on the one side... the true meaning of the journey but closed to those who come late. But the vehicles remain, one can see those if one wants. I wander through rows upon rows, from the first of the first to the last monsters of today. I pass by one in particular, and I hear laughter. Children and a busy street. The car honks as if I am in the way of the busy thoroughfare and the toll rings out in pure old fashion form. I stopped and wondered... and then just reached out to touch this piece of history's metal wheel, hammered into wood as that of a horse shoe shod to a horse. What effect would the physical attachment make? Which car was it that brought a past time to my attention? If only I had taken a mental note of the make, more than the making.

As I continued on my journey across a major way, I realized this mammoth overpass was originally under water, or would soon come to be such. A time I never knew... or will I?

Then I stopped at a known tavern, one I have come to appreciate over the years, Very Choice. I ate a simple farm cooked meal and enjoyed fresh hot apple cider for the after sweet.

Moving onward, I encountered The Seducer. Which lead me to think of Rene Magritte's very own words, "pictorial solution to the problem of water". When I first heard this phrase I recognized it and embraced its meaning, and when introduced along with The Seducer, I could glimpse the concept fully. Yet, now... when I think on the matter it is unclear. Perhaps I am just tired. As any long voyage takes its effect.

(January 9, 2009)

Amalgamating.

I opened my eyes to see grey grains of sand in abundance. My knees were up to my chin, as my feet balanced my weight comfortably in a crouch-sitting position. Primitive in stance, I realized I was not clothed. Yet it was natural and did not come as a shock. I held a large tool in my left hand, at first I assumed it was a whale rib, yet I could be mistaken as it it could be from a dinosaur. I suddenly realized I had no clue what I was in the process of doing as I looked down at this massive bone I was clinging to. Still crouching in a dazed manner I looked up to get my bearings and take in my location. The perigee moon hung low as in morning twilight, a massive emblem of silvery grey turned to gold. There were clouds possibly, as all else in the sky matched the color of the sand, blending all into one. I did not feel shaken, as I felt comfortable and knew everything about where I was and who I was, yet at that very moment I had stepped into me. I placed the tool down on the beach, and tried once more to make out the horizon, as the water meshed with the sand and sky. I reached my other hand up to my left cheek and touched my face. I felt bone, bone and very little skin for protection. I felt real, and the for first time I had not just been, I was. No longer consciously aware, but physically embodied.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6ygjdsosos
(Third Planet - Modest Mouse)

To My Dearest Jolly Roger.

To a pirate's delight you have been. Although, we sail very different seas, we still remain in contact and finding out more things in common. It is good to have you around again, in the aspect of a dear and close friend. Hope to see you there.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q18sB30SlRA
(Romeo - Hande Yener)

Who Me?

"She was a vixen when she went to school;
And tho she be but little, she is fierce."

- A Midsummernights Dream by Shakespeare

Back At The Mickey Mouse Parade...

I am utterly, completely dismayed and ashamed! How can I even relate to or be proud of what our political system has turned into?

I thought the last years were of horrible constitutions, but the recent campaign tactics left me with a sour taste in my mouth no matter who the elect is or could of been.
(see http://atlanteaness.blogspot.com/2008/11/whos-leader.html)

As of a recent visit and to my dismay (or should I say disgust), I found that the current president is nothing more than a action figurine for sale at the right price everywhere you go. Maybe this seemed so blatant only because I have been away for so long and am not embedded with advertising, etc. ...but I don't seem to recollect such a display of hollywood and fanfare previous. As a fellow citizen, look around you the next time you are at any store - you will see what I speak of.

Is this the fashion that we have come to? It seems to me our money making current president appears to be nothing more than a actor and reaping in your retributions (like taxes aren't enough).

I really hope he fits his shoes, because gosh the country needs help!

725 USD.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLuzaKVjVxA
(Jade Forest - Lifescapes The World Traveler)


Falling in love with the Night Watch at the Gallery of Zeus.

The taste.
The ambiance.
The colors.

The Basket Makers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_V8syrNx2AQ

(Falling - David Marquis)

A little delve into my plethora of experiences out west. I recently found a box in my basement, thus being the cause to this entry. It is full of partials, dug up with my very own hand under instruction of the real archaeologists. Yet, the true finds are displayed in my adobe.

Having a fantastic invitation to a site on a farmer's personal land somewhere in Arizona...
I do not recall the gentleman's name, as it was my father who arranged the excavation in full.


With extensive agriculture means for those who remained low land... in the 1100 to 1400's one can find some moved up, literally becoming the cliff dwellers. There, their agriculture continued to flourish in the valleys below while they nested high above in their protected fortresses from climate or foe. Culture lead to systematic dwelling... living. Stockpiling goods and food, and in turn using each astronomical season for what it brought. They even constructed roads and were tradesmen in their own rite. Their architecture was dependent on their superb masonry and their ability to perform such tasks without common math or metal. Their hieroglyphs still debated today.


Their pottery is defined for the centuries. The intricate basket weaving fused with clay made them waterproof and nearly surviving the test of time itself. Flat bottomed or rounded, geometric black and red don the vessels hand painted by a yucca brushes. Jewelry even, fashioned along with the intricate designs of the pottery.


The Ancient Ones / Enemy.
The Flute Players.
The Anasazi.

The Basket Makers.

Winded Wings.

Fairy wind is that of no such thing...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdX-RX5IHAU
(Learn To Fly - Foo Fighters)

Origins Of A Bean.

A group of us sitting amongst a dive. The topic of conversation being that of coffee and how other countries use different localities all over the world for producing their beans. As we searched out where each blend originated from, it was spoken by one that they could tell where one specific type was derived from - as it had that "African Aftertaste". I tried to repeat the way it was spoken, as it held grandiose oration, and ended up fumbling out the emphasized part. In retrospect, I said try to say that five times fast, and all failed. I think we laughed so hard that some produced tears.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uNcYKt3XXE
(Video : Coffee Addiction - Scrubs)

Pictoral of Petra.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTy3WA0Pq8M
(Nine Million Bicycles - Katie Melua)

The Worse Excuse Ever...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jow_GY1VLyU

(I'm Still Awake - Hybrid)


I feel as if a wooden piece, hallowed through the middle, and trapped on a single piece of wire at the mercy of a child's hand. Back and forth, I am turned, circled and dipped. Only to be slammed at the end of each direction into hard reality. And to think, that child has the nerve at play to make the wooden piece go back towards the same destiny, yet just from another angle, experiencing all again.

I am locked within, going to and fro. Yet no direction seems appropriate or fitting. I fear it will all end up the same and repeat itself again. Even if I do things different, stupidity around me does the same. I feel sorry for those who have wronged me. Not sorry for the reason of the wrong or myself, but sorry for the person who could of conceived such a wrong.

I no longer want to be a game, or that of child's play. I turned away from such and grew up young. Only because those around me refused to grow up at all and kept me in their provided roles.

No more, the mirror has been shattered. I once more walk away. The anger within draws me to falter, to become and embrace that streak of unreserved. I don't have anything more to say. I have never in my life heard an excuse of such mustered acting on a sympathy binge. I never...

I feel nothing, no hatred, no contempt. I ponder if I am in shock still from the lingering turn of events, or if I have fallen once again into my cold state of being. My mind does quite well to divert itself throughout the day. At night, before sleep reaches me, everything echoes loud and clear. Repetitively, only bringing what I have worked so hard to box up and forget. The pages, the faces, things said... It is all there, stark naked and so hard. So hard to turn the cheek and wink away into sleep. I fear I am but vulnerable, no matter how I build myself up or how strong I seem or everyone thinks. And the one thing that has made this way, is the one thing that I dread the most. I will not speak its name, or give it fame.

Just know I am more human than I thought. But just the same - indestructible, yet exposed to all sorts. I walk away and say no more. I have nothing to say to you. Maybe in time, as time heals. But for today and from now on, I refuse to be that wooden hallowed out toy for play.

(December 28, 2008)

Escense.

The light of snowflakes confined swirling down, yet in effect circular.
Up close, as bioluminescent ocean displays magnified in a tubular existence.
All shimmering violently,
Depicting separate stories,
And then coming together again,
To return.
An undeniable closeness to the aurora.
Crystallization of water in absolute beauty.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EN1Yxq8KMsw
(Bioluminescent Plankton - Video)

Sinbad, My Comrad...

You and I have a very interesting connection, to say the least.
You have been thinking as well, huh?
The closeness brings us together,
based on imaginations clicking and unspoken words.
A friend until the end.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCNEtFpZkA0
(One More Minute - Authority Zero)

The Truth In Medicine.

Unfortunately, we are not taught what many Eastern World societies practice in taking care of our bodies naturally. I am educated in medicine and over the years furthering my education in natural medicine. Therefore, I hope in some way to share the truths for everyone's future to be brighter. I am sure that this will not be the last post on the matter, as there are numerous things that can be useful and helpful.

Blessing Of Oil.
Most countries oil their skin. Not only does this help with microflora (that help protect you from infection), it protects and improves the elasticity and keeps your skin young and fresh. If you have oily skin to begin with, you might try oiling and then taking a shower. Your body takes up the oil it needs almost immediately, and the rest you can safely wash away (just like hair conditioner). Lotion is less effective and dangerous. Full of parabens and synthesized in a chemistry lab, ingredients that can harm, damage, and deplete your body's number one barrier. If you do use lotion it should contain no alcohol or other manmade chemicals, organic is best. Check the ingredients; if you can't read it or it contains too many syllables, it was probably engineered.

Oil is also beneficial internally, hence cooking with it. When you ingest oil, it coats and protects the mucus membrane of your gastrointestinal (GI) tract. It also helps with digestion and protection of bacteria in your stomach and lining. Good oils to use for cooking and eating are sesame, sunflower, and flax. Flax being a good digestive counterpart and aids in flushing fat. Oils for skin surface use depend on what you like and what your body will tolerate.

Oil can also be used for beauty not just on the skin. For example, treating your hair and scalp, such as neem or sunflower oil. From fish to seal, and other animals, their oils have proven to promote health and immune function, along with other ailments. That is just the beginning of oil and its beneficial or medicinal uses.

The Good Bacteria.
This strives in most of all our internal bodily organs: Skin, Upper Airway, Lower Airway, Mouth, Eyes, Genitalia, Stomach, etc. All of these organisms working together in a mutualistic relationship with your organs, help you live. Without these bacterium in place you would not be able to be you. The number one problem usually begins with your stomach. If you do not have good flora, then how can your body utilize what it ingests? Your much needed nutrients, minerals, vitamins, are just being shot through your system. The flora actually helps your intestines digest all products ingested and transfers the minerals, etc. to your very own being. Many people who have candida, gluten problems, or other forms of intolerances overlook the fact that their internal GI system is off balance. That is why so many, after they change their diets and with time, can often introduce foods back into their system that were causing problems. Our milk, yogurts, etc. are pasteurized and enriched with god knows what. Companies have stripped what is naturally given us to use and fortified it with junk they think is beneficial. We can't even use the fat battling techniques or preventions that our ancestors used... regular milk. It has been changed beyond healthy recognition. If you are interested in what you eat and where it comes from, take contact with the local farmers (even Amish, Mennonite, etc.) - and taste the difference, and reap the rewards of health. Then add probiotics to your diet, the good bacteria. Don't be fooled with probiotics enriched with yogurt, or drinks such as Kefir. Processed probiotics added to this or that usually contain massive amounts of sugar and other unhealthy processed stuff (such as milk, etc.). This stuff is good for you and can be used in the long run, but when you are really trying to heal your internal digestive system, stick to the tablets or all natural forms offered in your local health food stores. Once your GI system is in check, then you can start burning calories the natural way that was intended for your body and your flora will work itself out for the other major organs in your bodily makeup. (Warning: if you do suffer from an intolerance or candida especially, when you cut out sugars and kill the bad flora you might experience a time of getting worse before getting better - just like when you have a cold or the flu. As the bad bacteria is killed off it will dump toxins or decay waste into your body, thus making you feel worse. Once your body has had time to flush these toxins, then you should be good to go).

Siesta!
Simple biochemistry, sleep. Your body is comprised of millions upon millions of molecules just jamming around within your skin. Not to mention the compactness of tissue molecular makeup your skin is. Your bodily system needs rest and sleep to reset itself. Sleep is the number one cure for most ailments, from the common cold to extreme cases of coma like states. Your body simply goes under to perform a mass update, so when you wake you can start refreshed and renewed in a biologically scientific manner. Not only that, but your body removes wastes and buildups from the time your were awake in sleep state. Did you know that the body even uses oxygen in a different way when sleeping? A probable reason why persons suffer from such things as chronic fatigue is because they go go go and stress, without listening to their bodies gearing down for recovery sleep. Then they find their molecules on overdrive and then can't shut them down at all, because they are confused and sleep deprived. Many can find help with battling chronic fatigue and other related illnesses by simply taking a few 10 minute naps throughout the day. Set the alarm clock, and close your eyes. It could take a few nap sessions before you truly fall asleep, but it will come. This will also improve your nighttime sleep and how you fall asleep - no more frantic tossing and turning, mind on overdrive. Even for those not suffering from ailments find that a simple small nap(s) everyday can improve health, circulation, mental clarity, etc. Now, I'm not sure the Spanish had the right time frame for their siestas, as it should be stated that your body stores fat if you sleep after you eat. So keep that in mind.

Water Is Life.
I'm sure you have heard before that your body consists of over half percent water? This is most certainly true, and as most flora, fauna, and nature on this earth have that in common with you. But the real kicker is that most persons don't realize for their bodies to function properly and expel wastes in a timely manner they need to replenish this water in excess. Chinese believe that you should at least urinate up to 1 gallon a day to have adequate circulation. Just think if you do not drink the right amount of water, you become stagnant inside - like a cesspool. Yuck! If you ask me, that's no way to function, and just think of all the bad bacteria/flora that will create!

If you cannot obtain bottled natural spring water, you should invest in a purifier. If this is not an option, do the safest and healthiest route by boiling all your drinking water for 5-10 minutes. Boiling kills harmful bacteria and allows the gas exchange to occur removing chemicals used to clean the water (ex. chlorine, etc.).

Plus one is not educated on the number one leading eating habit no no - water vs. hunger. If your body is thirsty, you are already dehydrated! If your cells are working in a dehydrated shriveled up state, then they aren't very productive to carry out the tasks that they are designed for. Then after thirst and still dehydrated, your body signals that you are hungry. If you don't get the amount of needed water, then the food you intake contains water. The biggest problem I have seen is that persons feed their thirst. Instead of eating when you are hungry (in between normal mealtimes), try drinking a glass of water. Guaranteed you will not be hungry anymore and you have satisfied your dehydration. Then imagine that, you loose some weight in the process!

Simple, basic facts of life. Not even Eastern in decent, just merely old fashioned common sense.
If you don't believe me, try it for a month or two.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1xZogpmYRU
(All This Time - Maria Mena)

Stellar.

I am leaving from a wooded park, on foot. I say my farewells to the young man who had kept me company, a companion through the ages. I reach my destination.

Warm, gold, sunny. The desert stretches out before me and the dry air is crisp to my inhaled breath. I, the archaeologist, have been commissioned on a new project which brings me here to this remote location.

I have already studied the hieroglyphs. As countless others have done before me and failed to unravel their mystery. Ultimately, I had something key to the whole process that none other had... a hand written journal from my father. Not that his journal pertained directly to any glyphs, clues, or unravellings. The Scientist had just delicately written thoughts and scientific musings within. Yet, these thoughts and musings along with my own revelations allowed me to decipher what others could not.


I built the "machine", if you will. I used my father's creative Einstein geniality and my inherited intellect and built a backpack. Oooo aaah, I know what you are thinking... but just wait *winks*.

There was a mountain pass and in between the two mountains was a valley crevasse. There one could find a pathway etched like that of the Nazca Lines, long and unabandoned by time. But nothing as artistic, just a simple widened line. Where this etched path lead to, or what its design was intended for was never understood, as of yet.

The mountains to the left and to the right seemed to menace the dwarfed chambers within. Each built symmetrical, one could find the carvings I had recently studied before my arrival. Now that I was able to gaze upon them with my very own two, a plan of ingenuity gleamed forth from my whirlwind of a brain. I set to work and in no time I had created the backpack from simple geometry and physics. The drawings depicted within the elongated rectangular alcoves were repetitious and a general concept of having to do with light (a common study between my father and I). I retired for the evening, anxiously wondering if my prototype would work and just what exactly it would do.

I set out early, as I would need to have all my preparations completed before sunrise. The dusty air filled my being and I stood in the middle of the canyon. Which lies in the median pinpoint location below the peaks to my vertical sides, where the entrances for the niches are contained.

I then awaited the stellar hour.

My backpack was fitted to my body and pulled taut. The metal contraption that was incorporated with the design began to click, the sounds being like some sort of gear system. I anticipated nothing, yet my excitement dabbled with fear crept in. It had begun. I could see daybreak glowing all around, the first beams forming a spire of light. The sun then rained down the valley and into the mountain chambers. Each second of particles was collected in an intricate web of unfathomable formations throughout the ancient chambers and returned in full energetic force to my precise position. My backpack generated an appeal to the radiation. I turned slightly and watched as the two metal collectors opened by themselves and aligned with the flooding sun. It was as if they were wings with a mind of their own. In the height of the sun's fuel, the pack created some sort of propellant. I flew merely inches from the ground as I launched forward along the isometric line, and into a secret region of what once had been forgotten.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nt7idfsa9hg
(Stellar - Incubus)

(December 22, 2008)

Before The Water.

To plummet and pillage and claim its land for our country!

The Flag of Tink shall be raised on the high sails.

This island, these coasts of...

Fiji.

We shall go and inhabit them...

And steal their water.

(Then they started bottling and selling the very thing...
How dare they steal our ideas - Pirates!)

(Years Ago)

Land Ahoy!

Hello mateys!
I have returned to land, just as promised. Yet, I am not sure how long. I have a few things to share about my recent voyage abroad, and will notate such by the date reference on the bottom of each entry. Hope you enjoy the upcoming oceans I have sailed!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EuYF1_jDpk8
(The Promise - When In Rome)

Oceanvs Ocidentalis.

The first of embarked travels... Finds me two days into my journey and longing for land in the purest of forms. I was sick, and with what one could only describe as a lucid fever. In and out, sleep and sweat. The pictures, the faces, the lives encountered in my fervent twisting and turnings had no substance or meaning during the time of occurrence. Towards the end of my sickly agitation, I closed my eyes with the purpose of going back and trying to sort out what I had visioned - if it had any meaning at all (as I had often wondered if fever induced dreams had purpose). To my amazement, these lucid encounters were none other than the days the previous carrier of the virus/bacteria had gone through. Their lives at best for a minuscule portion during their infection. I managed to trace all I had seen in my feverish state in reverse. Seeing the port of transfer in the form of droplets, linking back to the persons who I had encountered on the vessel... three to be exact. Then, backward in the time and lives of those persons. The time period that the sickness had been in contact with the persons who had infected me was obviously imprinted. Thus, during the spread of the sickness to myself, a piece of them had been downloaded to me.

(December 2008)