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You’re Not Alone

Waking Life

So I stepped into this Neo world, whose skin is mist covering iridescent pearl.
I catch a glimpse of this shimmery thing, the star hanging on this rear-view mirror;
reminiscent of Orion’s constellation just moments earlier;
when the sky was clear and clouds not seen, I stare in admiration as stars do inspire.

Watched Waking Life for the second time, on the second day. Again, I feel so much awe. Life is… now. It is also eternal. It is also momentary. Time, is like an elastic ozone of permissive life - of continuous opportunities to exasperate and extricate an affirmative ‘yes’ to the question of being ‘one’ - with eternity, of finding immortality.

The most profound, verbose, discourse of existential psychology and the memento of dreams; capturing in lucid transcendence - the human attempt to understand and tame it.

In the Clouds

I have so many half-written posts. But today, I feel different. And to save me from committing another non-posting post; I’ll reserve the wordings. It’ll just be this picture…

I Love Dreams (& Soft-Toys)

I absolutely love dreaming. Makes sleeping-time worth the sleep. There’s something about having no worries, ‘living out’ utter randomness. God’s ‘creativity’ is so ‘perfect’ in this world. I pray every day that I dream dreams that are meaningful, wonderful, awe-inspiring. But if utter randomness, and imbalanced-body-clock-bad-body-chemistry takes over, and bad dreams appear - it’s nothing to cry about. In that state of semi-consciousness, I’ve realized that I can sometimes dictate where my dream takes me. Yet if I can’t, and if I wake in the midst of a bad one, I stop, I say a pray, then I give it a few moments to let it sink in me-now-slightly-more-conscious state of mind, then I get back to sleep - now I try to ‘press’ the resume button on the upper-middle-quadrant of the right hemisphere of ze’ brain… Okay, maybe that’s just an attempt at subjugation. But if I do continue where I left off - what better time than now, to correct it Otherwise, it’s time to move on to your next dream (given we’re in the next REM cycle).

Thank you Lord for dreams, they make no-sense sometimes, but one can hope that it makes more sense than the senseless world we sometimes live in. Help me appreciate the life you’ve given me and the opportunity for rest. Although I wish for a longer state of dreaming, I know I have to do the things I have to do in the non-dreaming world. May you then, speak to me when I do dream. Coz that’s like the only time, my mind doesn’t get in the way of things you want to say to me. Or I hope so. So speak to me like you did to Nebuchadnezzar, just don’t make me wonder too much. Maybe, make me understand dreams like Daniel. May I dream, then live and live in full abundance because I’ve dreamt, and in that dream, you spoke to me. Told me things, and shown me greater things. Bless the days, and more so the nights. Thank you for the power of the mind, and also the powerless mind when it comes to orienteering dreams. In our dreams, we’re all the same. We are all wanting, all needing, all seeking, all fearful. So take over MY mind, my dreams, and make it whole. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

And o I love the very-old-fur-flattened-puppy-with-a-belly-named-’puppy’ that’s sleeping next to me when I go to bed. He’s a representation of motherly love, and innocence. I think mum bought me that when I was like… 10? O my.

I wrote another post a long time ago on Dreams.

Watch: What dreams may come, featuring Robin Williams

Read about man’s attempt at dream interpretation mostly of the Freud kind. Then read a lil about Daniel’s interpretation.

Cool Ideas

Creativity is the verve of the universe. It is divine, thriving, undying.

The account of Genesis 1:16-18 records, “And God made the two great lights—the greater light to rule the day and the lesser light to rule the night—and the stars. And God set them in the expanse of the heavens to give light on the earth, to rule over the day and over the night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good…”

May I seek Thee. Fix my gaze, lest I fall prey to mundanity. Inspire me, revoke me, muse me, lead me. In my designs, may I draw closely to You who IS creativity, my ethereality.

(Post writing… I sound so evanescence now. Hmm.)

Unwinding (k)not.

Thank you Lord, for life and hope. I’m a lil tired though. Not so much entangled, just weary. It’ll be nice to have some time to unwind, untangle and re-wind no? Maybe. Maybe not. May I have You to find rest from. Help me unravel and find pleasure in untangling whatever that seems dead, so that I may re-wind and be of better use. May this spool, I be, a thread that will weave a quilt that will one day shoulder the other who is weary.

First, unweary me.

Virtuality

This is so surreal, yet not lacking in any visceral sentiment. It is deeply felt.

O how I wish I could create, correct, colour, rehabilitate certain aspects of my life - past and present and future. I wonder about choice and the arbitrary decisions we make daily. I think of the realm I am living in, and however it may seem - bleak or vivid, surely serves a greater purpose of rehabilitation - to an ideal state of conscience and being. May I choose that which brings me closer to that Ideal.

I see myself being attracted to both characters - their desires and their needs. I relate as much to him - creating, in the hope and need to save; as much as I relate to her, in the helplessness and reliance of some being, that is greater than this limiting dimension of which I happen to be living in. I think I tarry being in a coma more than I am being a creator. I am crawling in a dimension, navigating my way through paths in hopes to actualize and be mesmerized by the creator of the flower, than the flower in itself. But thank you for flowers nonetheless.

In the lives of others, I wish to be like the creator, or at the very least - a semblance of colour. In the lives of others, I hope I spill colours - colours of one refined palate that is so vivid, you cannot not find life in that which is coloured. I hope the things that I touch, model and make take on colours that carry a saturation and vigor that is enough to rouse the living dead. Yet, to rouse is not my doing. I should only colour and colour well. Or maybe, I should colour myself enough, so that the very things that I touch, be coloured by touch, rather than a brush.

O how I rhyme Selah.

This I sign, May I, may You - have I to colour and be alive.

Thank You

…for my notebook and its survival all throughout its 2 years of life. I hope it stays alive and well for a while more.

…for my car and its survival all throughout its 2 years of life. I hope it stays alive and well for a while more.

…for my phone and its survival for the last 2 months. And I hope it stays alive and well for a long while more!

Lest I forget of the grace that is bestowed on me: I record today how I treasure each passing day knowing that these things are still working so fine.

Hibernated

God made the world in 7 days. The sun, moon and stars however, was only made on the 4th day. If we tell the days and nights by the movements of the sun, moon and stars… Then the first three ‘days’ may not necessarily be ‘days’.

It was also a common poetic practise of the day, to place the crux of the matter in the middle of the poem. That makes the 4th verse of great significance.

On the 7th day, God rested and asked us to do the same. This is a reminder of our need to be human ‘beings’ not human ‘doings’.

It was also interesting to note that sabbath starts from Friday evening through the night, into the day and ends in the evening on Saturday. That’s just so interesting.

Today I awake from hibernation. The work continues but i’d await the day I should only work for the person whose works are of pure joy.

Emmanuel is Here

Today marks the culmination of many days and nights and mornings and more, of preparation, prayer and hope. Come down to Putra Stadium to watch this…

Go to www.easter.org.my for more info.

One Must

There comes a time, when one must do what he must.
Now, there is much to do - one prays for sustenance.
Yet he wishes to evanesce.

Linger on, he shall. He could. But surpass lingering, he must.
Yet I, alone cannot. So he submits, for it is not his will, but His.
And He, through Him and by Him all things are as it should be.
I think.

Therefore I am.

Did you know?

Here’s something that’ll surely keep one on the edge of his/her seat. Some of these ’stats’, are commonplace. But some - like the note that in 2049, a $1000 computer has computational capabilities exceeding that of the entire human race, is downright scary. I wonder whether I’ll live through such trying times. Strangely - somehow after watching this, one is fearfully challenged to make the most of today with whatever one can, now. Not so much as to contribute to the possibilities of this future world, but because there is a need to lodge an attempt to preserve a constant - her soul - the dying human soul. The human soul evolves not but revolts aplenty and it is constantly found wanting. Fortunately, saving grace is still in abundance, available and free. One needs to find it, take it, live with it, before it slips away, never to be found again. Evanesce not my soul, live because He lives.
 

Laborem Exercens

It means, the value of human labour. I found and read this today, well, only the first paragraph (as of now). But the prologue, is enough to define and properly encapsulate the ideal, original intent of creation and such things that I have come to categorize as an ‘oh-well’ kinda-thing we do in life; work.

I continue reading Socrates in Love; it speaks of a concept called Ubuntu. It’s the communal Storge concept, “…They believed it was each person’s moral duty always to take into consideration the interests and welfare of everyone else with whom you interact - not just your tribe, but everyone. By showing compassion and hospitality, you widen the circle of your tribe by bringing all of humanity into your fold.” (Pg. 112)

There’s also a current artiste I can’t get enough of lately. She simply-explicitly sings my heart-song, especially in this song, Extravagant Worship. Here’s how it sounds…

Listen.

Kes, the epiphany of the matter is; to heed vocare, and immerse in vocation - the kind that you-cannot-not-do, with no remorse over self sacrifice and to be in passionate-reckless-abandon is to have an ethereal encounter… on earth.

It’s going to take a while to worry less about death and taxes,
but the privilege to serve and know that He feeds the crows
is grace enough to draw and seek all that is of my soul’s recesses
- to move forth and definitely go.

Existentialism

I now realize I see life and the importance of contemplating about life and it’s correlation with God because I’m in constant pursuit of ‘happiness’ to say the least. The Greeks had the arete to pursue - the quest to be a better person; in all aspects. And I subscribe to that ideal. It reminds me of humanity’s sentience.

Sure, we do not fully mimic Plato’s cave of ideals, but hey - we NEED to try. Maybe not exactly, Plato’s version of ideals, but it’s a start. Eventually there are universal traits of love, faith & hope. I also realize it’s the same way I look at what I do - my work. If there is no meaning in the work I do, then it’s quite futile. If the work is not God send - then why waste time. Jesus never knew a distinction between ‘the world’ vs the ’spiritual’. Life was recognized as spiritual. We are in constant debate with outselves and with the world around us. We need to find identity and recognize our essence.

Branding takes on a whole new meaning when you realize the need to spend enough time, and more, when it comes to nurturing your ‘brand’s’ essence. It may seem frugal to dismiss this at first, and go about the life cycle with a generic statement of fact, but one will surely miss out on the potential of a fulfilled meaningful, purposeful existence without first scrutinizing and immersing one’s total proposition in line with your brand’s essence.

Life is like that. Without knowing who you are, you are less. Know thyself. It may take another to realize that, but be active about it. Pray. Listen. Wonder. Rebrand. Revolt. Rebirth.

If you’re like me, and you have thousands of things running around in your head pleading to be heard, start with being kind - start by loving. Realize eros, storge, xenia, philia, agape: in all it’s splendor, moderation, sacrifice, balance, ideals, practicality, honour, trust, faith, and hope. I say this with all the love in the world - to which I vouch for both brand (product/service) and master (human) - both capable of rebranding.

Be saved.

Today, to love is to exist - more.

Read “Socrates in Love, by Christopher Phillips”

Didactic of Faith

I find myself writing this as a comment in a friend’s blog…

To me faith is a state of being, that one has set in their minds - modeled after and inseparable from the understanding in their hearts - a deep trust. Faith itself, is useless unless it is based on something that is steadfast, something incontrovertible. Our common doubting of our faith, is not that our trust is weak, it’s that our minds aren’t fully conformed into what our hearts believe - hence we want to believe but aren’t certain. Overcoming it would mean that sometimes, we accept that we cannot fully understand in our minds - but we know in our hearts… and that is enough.

I think some ppl are more ‘heart-belief equals mind-knowledge’, and for some others ‘heart-belief comes after mind-knowledge’. Faith is easier for the stoics - who know, but don’t necessarily need to feel - because they feel what they know/believe. But it’s a double edge sword. I think I’m this kind to an extent. But I know I feel too. But not as strong as how a feeler will feel when they have a strong conviction of faith. So anyway, that’s just food for thought. It’s not a theological hypothesis =)

Otherwise, we can just try to understand that faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

Maybe faith is a potent mixture of visceral and cerebral notions.

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