March 16, 2010


  • Stars,

    Beacons of light,

    Radiant bodies of energy,

    ‘Those things in the sky”

    Each star shines at its own brightness,
          burns at its own temperature
    radiates at its own frequency.

    They say that the majority of space is empty
    it is a vast sea locked in cold and darkness

    but when one looks up at the night sky, one never sees the darkness,
    only the stars themselves, shining bright,
    as they carry their planets, comets, and satellites about them.

    Yet, little does one realize that each star stands alone amiss this cold darkness.
    Alone amongst the vastness of space,

    Some stars are lucky to find themselves apart of vast constellations
    Some stars radiate at the same color of light,… the same frequency
    Some stars use their far reaching gravity to pull and tug at each other
    Each star strives to interact with its fellow stars in some way, shape or form,…

    However, no star will truly know the plights of its neighbors,
    its up-close brilliance, the true reach of its gravity
    or its exact composition

    For despite how bright they shine,
    they all drift at their own corners of the universe,
    light-years apart from eachother,
    and in the length between each star,
    is a vast sea of emptiness,
    cold and dark.
    …



    …

    The human being is much like a star.

    Each person shines at their own brightness,
    burn at their own temperature,
    radiates at their own frequency.

    Each person wields their own thoughts and opinions
    Each person carries their own dreams and ambitions
    Each person is a beacon of emotion and spirit…
    much like a vast body of light.

    Yet, little do people realize…
    each person often stands alone amiss this spacious void.
    Alone amongst the vastness of life,

    Some people are lucky to find themselves amongst a group
    Some people share the same trains of thought,… the same frequency
    Some people use their influences to push and pull at other people
      All in all, people strive to interact with their fellow people in some way, shape or form,…

    However, no one human being will truly know the plights of their neighbors,
      their up-close brilliance, the true reach of their minds
    or their exact composition as a human being on this planet.

    For despite how bright they shine,
    they all drift at their own corners of the universe,
    light-years apart from eachother,
    and in the length between each person,
    is a vast sea of emptiness,
    cold and dark.
    …



    …

    Yet, this does not all have to be.

    For if one would care to entertain a thought…

    While each star is preoccupied with its individuality

    Its solace amongst the vastness of the astral void

    Little does one realize…

    … when one takes a step back from the self…



    … we share an entire galaxy!
    …


    So converge, my fellow celestials!
    My kin comprised of hydrogen and helium!

    Converge with your fellow stars, in brightness and radiance!

    Share your light with others.

March 10, 2010

March 8, 2010

  • The Universe 3.0

    (Startup noises)

    [Myself:] Huh?

     
    [Unknown Voice:] Hello, and welcome to The Universe 3.0. …

    [Myself:] O.o!?

    [Unknown Voice:] In this version of The Universe, users are able to…

    [Myself:] Woah. Wait a second. … 3.0? I thought the ‘dream realm’ was the 4th Dimension. Or is this something else?

    [Unknown Voice:] The Universe 3.0 is… (interrupted)

    [My Roomate:] Hey. Its 10:55pm. Are we going to have lunch later?

    (Wakes Up)

    [Myself:] Huh?

    [My Roomate:] Lunch. … Later. … And why are you still sleeping?

    [Myself:] … X(

    …

    On the morning that I have no morning class, and I decide to sleep in, I experience the very beginning of what could have been a potentially strange dream,… and I owe it to my roommate for waking me up. I tried to go back to sleep, hoping to invoke the same dream so I could perhaps continue it somehow, but alas… I’ll never get it back…

    The picture above is a Photoshop re-creation of the ‘splash screen’ I saw in my dream. Its odd, because I’ve seen a Youtube video a month ago about how ‘Culture is our Operating System’. For example, if I were, say for instance, installed with American Positivism 1.0, then I would be fully compatible with logic-based software, and Capitalism plug-in-play compatibility. However, I am incompatible with Faith 2.5-based software, a competitive rival to the Socialism 4.5-graphics-engine, and my anti-virus detects Aliens 2.1 and Supernatural Things 3.9 to be malware. … (This is just an example of how culture would function if it were an OS)

    Anyhow, … here’s to a strange dream that I will never get back, thanks to my roommate.

  • Uncracked Surface

    I’m just standing here
    staring at the uncracked surface;
    no marks of valor,
    just aimless scars;
    a premise, a notion
    that something exists beyond
    the only world I truly see.
     
    It is resting there
    beneath the imagery
    super-intelligent
    architectural
    unreachable heights
    an inaudible frequency
    of energetic light.

    A latecomer I was
    only two decades
    yet beyond the rift
    of knowing
    In foolishness
    and injury
    and unknowing.

    Darkness and distrust.
    Human nature
    in negativity.
    Anti-social,
    rampant, emotional,
    chaotic, yet silently
    bottled within.

    Am I
    a character
    of the burdens
    I endured before?
    Or am I
    just a pawn to
    torment?

    Were they watching?
    Were they judging?
    Were they shedding
    tears for me?
    Or were they
    oblivious to my
    squandering?

    Wisdom came.
    Creativity.
    A higher notion.
    Crown Chakra.
    A greater insight,
    all despite
    sightlessness.

    Yet toil does my mind
    with complexities
    and constructs
    untrained, unsharpened
    And in the physical,
    lasting injuries
    to deal.

    I ponder them.
    I stare at them.
    I hide in the closet,
    and shed tears of them.
    Great desire
    but no discipline
    to my advantage.

    Lonely paths.
    No clear direction.
    No religious premise.
    Only freelance wandering.
    A barren trail,
    with little anyone else,
    to accompany.

    The mind excells.
    What of the spirit
    am I missing out?
    Fascination.
    Yet the mirror
    reflexs a colder
    kind of hope.

    To be the thing of legends.
    A stroke of the ego.
    A tug of heartstrings.
    A will to be.
    Yet strain to become.
    Where I lie,

    Upon an unscratched surface.

    …

    (Its somewhat funny how I wrote this poem a few years ago, and it means more to me now than it did back then. Back then, they were just words, barely conceived. Now, they are quite brilliantly understood from beginning to end. Strange how ones own poetic work of art can transcend time, and even be prophetic in some regard.)

    Nam3less One (c) 2010

March 4, 2010

  • Nightmare Revisited (5th year mark)

    I have done this many times before, and sometimes, I wonder what the attachment to this post is, but alas… I may as well signify its official 5th anniversary, and then allow it to drift into the abyss whence it came, and never bring it back to the surface again, for any reason. I shall make this pact with myself at this very moment.

    Almost exactly 5 years ago, I had a rather lucid, rather unique nightmare, which seemed to just stick in my subconscious. If you would have asked me 5 years ago, I would have treated it with mysticism and would have expected some odd series of events to follow suit. In truth, I tricked myself into thinking it was some big plot point or something likewise, and it surely wasn’t helped by the fact that I was messaged days later by a very intrusive individual who claimed that I was being stalked by vampires. Of course, I won’t leave out that I endured a rather nasty experience akin to what one would call a ‘psychic attack’, but I don’t expect the athiests reading to take any thing I have to say with any seriousness. Its your job to be cynical, as it is mine to be existential.

    Anyhow, this is the exact Xanga post from precisely 5 years ago explaining the dream,..as it was originally written, . in a very teenage fashion. Enjoy (or not.)

    “I found myself standing in a hellish place, the sky was bright in a panorama of orange yellow and red. The ground was similar to that inside an aqueduct or a dungeon sewer, with platforms of cobblestone and dark tiles organized in a maze-like setting without walls, and trenches for the water. However, it wasn’t water within the trenches. It was blood. Thick, red, and begging to scare the hell out of anyone who wasn’t a vampyr or just straight up sadistic,… though I do admit, I wasn’t freightened, just really, really curious as to where the hell I was.

        I looked around myself, and saw a cloaked figure, walking away from me, as if leading me somewhere. Somehow, I knew it was a witch, or some type of sorceress. I went along and followed her, wondering who she was, and where she was leading me. I had the impression that the place I was at had to do something with a graveyard. I don’t remember why. I continued to follow her until she took a right, and walked slowly toward this circular platform with a pedestal on it. I also somehow knew that she knew I was following her.

        She walked behind the pedestal, and looked down upon it, where a strange red ruby box or figure was sitting, with a push-in switch on the top of it. She stared at it for a few seconds and then pressed it. When she did, this visible red aura of energy, like a bright glowing orb of webbing, emerged from it, and spread outward. It dissipated before it even touched me. I knew I was in a dangerous setting, with a witch-like woman I didn’t even know, with an object I wasn’t sure was for, but I was nowhere near afraid. I was curious. Still curious. I took a few steps forward and looked at the woman, trying to get a better look at her face. Finally, she looked up at me with an acknowledgable look, and for a few seconds, we just exchanged stares. Then…. the slowly began to grin, deviously,… and as she did, I noticed fangs.

         Then, in one swift motion, she pressed the switch again. This time, the aura of dark energy did not fail to encase me. When it did, I became paralyzed instantly. I felt the pressure around me thicken, and then, pain strick. I didn’t actually feel pain in my dream, but the impression of it told me that it was supposed to be painful. I began to quiver severely. I could feel my body begin to change. To what,… I don’t know. The ‘pain’ came over my entire body, and I tried to scream out, yet the paralysis and the muscle tension of the pain caused me to give out nothing by a ghastly groan. Then, thats when I fell unconsious in my dream, and I woke up.”

    There you have it. An excuse to fill in for recent inactivity on Xanga, and a means to express this odd piece of my clusterfuck of a subconscious for its last time.
    Perhaps I don’t have justice expressing myself in such a cynical or pessimistic fashion, but its certainly whatever.

    Comment,… or don’t.
    I’ll appreciate it either way.


February 22, 2010

February 14, 2010

  • Sumerians Look On In Confusion As God Creates World

    Sumerians Look On In Confusion As God Creates World!

    The Onion | December 15, 2009 | Issue 45•51
     Christian God

    Lord God, Creator of All, caught thousands of Sumerian farmers and mathematicians somewhat off guard.
    Members of the earth’s earliest known civilization, the Sumerians, looked on in shock and confusion some 6,000 years ago as God, the Lord Almighty, created Heaven and Earth.
     YIR numbers web 5

    According to recently excavated clay tablets inscribed with cuneiform script, thousands of Sumerians—the first humans to establish systems of writing, agriculture, and government—were working on their sophisticated irrigation systems when the Father of All Creation reached down from the ether and blew the divine spirit of life into their thriving civilization.

    “I do not understand,” reads an ancient line of pictographs depicting the sun, the moon, water, and a Sumerian who appears to be scratching his head. “A booming voice is saying, ‘Let there be light,’ but there is already light. It is saying, ‘Let the earth bring forth grass,’ but I am already standing on grass.”

    “Everything is here already,” the pictograph continues. “We do not need more stars.”

    Historians believe that, immediately following the biblical event, Sumerian witnesses returned to the city of Eridu, a bustling metropolis built 1,500 years before God called for the appearance of dry land, to discuss the new development. According to records, Sumerian farmers, priests, and civic administrators were not only befuddled, but also took issue with the face of God moving across the water, saying that He scared away those who were traveling to Mesopotamia to participate in their vast and intricate trade system.

    Moreover, the Sumerians were taken aback by the creation of the same animals and herb-yielding seeds that they had been domesticating and cultivating for hundreds of generations.

    “The Sumerian people must have found God’s making of heaven and earth in the middle of their well-established society to be more of an annoyance than anything else,” said Paul Helund, ancient history professor at Cornell University. “If what the pictographs indicate are true, His loud voice interrupted their ancient prayer rituals for an entire week.”

    According to the cuneiform tablets, Sumerians found God’s most puzzling act to be the creation from dust of the first two human beings.

    “These two people made in his image do not know how to communicate, lack skills in both mathematics and farming, and have the intellectual capacity of an infant,” one Sumerian philosopher wrote. “They must be the creation of a complete idiot.”

    ———-


    (Lulz! I remember reading this months ago. Milk gushed from my mouth mid-laughter. … Despite how open I am as far as religious beliefs are concerned, Creationism is just a stupid idea,… not just from a scientific standpoint, but a historical standpoint. The notion that the earth was created 6000-4000 B.C. doesn’t speak on a historical level at all. Aside from that, even theology (Christian theology!) negates this idea, given that the creation story is comprised of two separate creation stories (the Yahwist, and the Preistly). One begins with Earth rising from water, the other begins in a vast desert without life. Both show opposing notions of one another, and both of them were discovered separate of one another (thus, are not progressive). On top of that, the story of Adam and Eve is based directly off of the Sumerian creation story,… so little do the (religious) followers of Christ know that the creation story is of pagan origin.)

February 13, 2010

  • Ancient Sofeggio Frequencies

    For those of you who take interest in music, you might find this entry to be intriguing to say the least.

    If anyone here has ever taken a class on music (or has seen the play/movie ‘The Sound of Music’), then you are aware that music is comprised of notes on a scale, that generally range 8 notes per octave (or all 13 if it is a ‘Chromatic Scale’). These notes have been often summarized into a process called ‘Solfege’, which links each note in a scale to a specific syllable, which originated from Gregorian Chant and singing of Latin hymns. These syllables are repectively: DO, RE, MI, FA, SOL, LA, TI,…. and DO, beginning the next octave in the scale. For centuries and centuries, music has been centrally based on this 8-note-diatonic-scale idea, and is still in use today as the standard for understanding Western music.

    However…

    … what if I were to tell you that the current DO, RE, MI, FA, SOL, LA, TI, DO was not the same as it was in earlier medieval/ancient times, and that these ‘Ancient Solfeggio Frequencies’ originally had a metaphysical power, that could do things like eliminate fear, connect people together, and even reconstruct your DNA?

    …

    Before each note had settled on their present tones/pitches, these pitches were at different frequencies altogether, which were lost in the progression of time. What was so special about these frequencies were that they were of specific, spiritual significance, which invoked profound effects to the health, well-being, and consciousness of the listener over time (yes. I know some of the skeptics will be quick to jump in and say that music has therapeutic effects on its own, and this most is definitely true. However, the music we are listening to now is based on different frequencies than they were in ancient times, and if anything, is not accurate to their base, and while when comparing the two sets of frequencies one could argue that todays music is much more pleasing to the ear, the power behind the old frequencies was through its resonating power, not its melodic power.)

    These original sound frequencies were used in Ancient Gregorian Chants, such as the great hymn to St. John the Baptist, along with others that church authorities ‘say’ were lost centuries ago. The chants and their special tones were believed to impart tremendous spiritual blessings when sung in harmony during religious masses. These powerful frequencies were rediscovered by Dr. Joseph Puleo as described in the book Healing Codes for the Biological Apocalypse by Dr. Leonard Horowitz.

    The Six Solfeggio Frequencies include:

    UT – 396 Hz – Liberating Guilt and Fear
    RE – 417 Hz – Undoing Situations and Facilitating Change
    MI – 528 Hz – Transformation and Miracles (DNA Repair)
    FA – 639 Hz – Connecting/Relationships
    SOL – 741 Hz – Awakening Intuition
    LA – 852 Hz – Returning to Spiritual Order

    …

    For example, my favorite frequency of these (‘Mi’), rests at a frequency of 528 Hz. While no note on our modern pianos plays any of these frequencies listed above, the closest note to ‘Mi’ is at C5 on the piano (C note, 5th octave), which is really 523 Hz. While these notes are based on one solid pitch, and not a note in a scale like in modern music, they relate to our modern use of Solfege to understand the use of music. ‘Mi’ comes from the phrase “MI-ra gestorum” in Latin meaning “miracle.” Stunningly, this is the exact frequency used by genetic biochemists to repair broken DNA – the genetic blueprint upon which life is based!

    Extending off my example, it is worthwhile to point out that at the turn of the century, the awareness of DNA entered into the intellectual consciousness of the world. We have incarnated into this human experience as divine beings with a blueprint, a set of instructions. We know that a very small percentage (3%) of those instructions make up our current physiology. Carl Sagan writes that most of our genetic information (about 97%) is unused DNA. He refers to this as “genetic gibberish.” … But is it possible that most of who we are still lies dormant in this 97%, and that as human beings, it is our duty to find out how to unlock that unknown portion? What is it? Is it really just gibberish, or is pure human ‘potential’,… an innate energy that is slumbering within us all?

    In the old paradigm of religion, “potential” remained a mystery to the human mind, therefore we coined a mystical term called “SPIRIT.” “Spirit” was something that was detached from who we were, something we didn’t have and could only be gained through the systems of most religions. In a sense, this search for ‘spirit’ has never left the human experience since the ancients first knew consciousness, and it was through ancient origins of (one could say) spiritual/intellectual nature that uncovered the uses and meanings of these frequencies; ancient science which is now being used today to repair DNA in science labs, aside of being used in meditation.

    It is my recent interest in these frequencies which are giving me new angles about how I should go about putting together music. While these frequencies are not the same as out modern ones, there is always a creative use for sound in any form of music, and I think I might tap into more ‘ancient’ ideas as I go about putting together music, and perhaps, bring back a piece of history and ‘musical discovery’ which was lost to the worlds view so long ago.

    …

February 12, 2010

  • Two Poems

    (Note: these two poems are derived from older posts on this Xanga ranging back at least three years. lol! I’ve certainly been here a long time! … Anyhow, they are of a somewhat solemn/depressive nature, as most poems of mine were back in those days. I still find myself attracted to darker displays of art, and in a way, I don’t think I’ll ever stop respecting ‘dark art’, even if I were to turn into a fluffy pink bunny tomorrow for some random reason. Dark art expresses the yearning soul, locked in a complex of worldly anxieties,… which I both sympathize and empathize with. … … *ahem* Sorry. went on a rant there. … Enjoy! )


    Idleness, a dreamkiller
    The clock ticks late
    Held to blame for wasting away
    Another day

    Steadfast in the corridor
    the voices forever echo
    What have you done?
    Where have you gone?

    The temptor beckons the morning
    for another day to wither
    though not within sin
    its without progression

    An anxious spirit appears
    dismissed by the mockings
    as the voices of habit
    manipulate once more

    Awake from the dead!
    Initiative calls
    The front lines await
    the order of your battlecry.

    Nam3less One
    (c)2006

      D   r   e   a   m   l   e   s   s
          The sleep of Darkness
            To where shall I go?
     Blind is vision, deaf is hearing,
             Shadow ever known.

    No light remains
                       Searching the Abyss
    The powerless daze
                      of the eternal, listless…

    No color to gaze
                      In silence sumberged
    Eyes layeth still
                      as existance is purged…

    No form of will
                      The image so ebony
    All is nothing
                      In eventless purgatory…

      T h e   n i h i l i s t   m o t i v e
              Enforced in patience
              of time nevermore…
       A  n  n  i  h  i  l  a  t  i  o  n

    Nam3less One
    (c)2006


February 8, 2010

  • Its odd how days can start blending into each other when you are outside your creative self.

    I have not been doing much music or writing as of late, other than say,… college assignments. Homework itself, while I know I could excel at every assignment I’m given, I put off till the last moment, and spend my time playing video games. I seemed to have mastered the art of finishing things at the last second, with superb performance. Sometimes I slip up and end up saying, ‘Hell! Why study for this when I can vegetate myself by gazing at a screen?’.

    Really, … aside from using my creative and technical genius for homework, it is all being spent on my Wii console. Of course, you would think that having a Wii is not as good as a PS3 or an XBox 360, but if you are someone like me, you like to unlock the full potential of your electronics. I have invested my technical talents in hacking, softmoding, and homebrewing my Wii. I have literally reached the point where I no longer have to pay for anything Wii related; any game, any virtual console title, any Wiiware,… not a single penny.

    …

    However, not all is lost on vegetating. I have recently hooked up with an old friend of mine,… someone who has risen much higher than I on the ‘spiritual’ ladder,… and we’ve begun a music project: composing/engineering meditation music. It would basically be the same process behind composing hip-hop instrumentals, only with a lot of pads, synths, strings, atmospheric effects, ambient sounds,… all things that would assist the meditation process. We figured the first project we would work on was just a meditation CD, and then perhaps we could focus on specified frequencies,… those associated with chakra meditation. … This is quite a different twist from what I’ve been doing before in music, but I feel like it may become a worthwhile endeavor. Perhaps we’ll sell the album, or just release it for free download on his website (www.indreamsonline.com). Its plenty early in the project to think about that now, however.