Unexpected Baby Fashion Show

Lower Realm

There I was, surrounded by a forest of sky reaching greenery. The dirt beneath me was covered with information. The sun hadn't fully penetrated the lush vegetation as it bled down every twist and turn. I wasn’t how I remembered myself, human,at least not biologically. I presumed I was an ant at first because I was marching in line with ants following the symbols. I tried to walk out of formation towards a shaded area but soon realized I couldn’t. I was on autopilot. Between my thoughts I had a overwhelming urge to follow the path that had been laid before me. As we approach our destination it was clear where I was heading, dinner! I remembered this insect to be a grasshopper, well what was left of one. There were hundreds of fellow soldiers at the site all working together. My thoughts were no longer about my needs but that of the colony. I was accepting my reality for what it was. As a human I was motivated by actions that would benefit myself or the people I love. I hadn't really given much thought about everybody else.Come to think about it my thoughts were mostly of desire and how I could easily obtain it. Wealth and pleasure would fuel my self worth. I climbed against gravity to the top of the corpse, the smell of decay was very familiar to me then all of a sudden I felt different. Gravity is an invisible force found throughout the universe that forces objects towards each other, on earth its the core of the planet. My perspective was no longer the ants because I watched it being rip to pieces by the cannibalistic insects.The torso was lifted and carried down the line of ants as drift wood does riding a wave. As the images began to fade, I wondered why I was killed?

One Minute Storytelling: The Self

I came across a woman crying under a tree one afternoon, shade from the tree was the only refuge from the high sun. Not wanting at first to interrupt I looked for somewhere else to rest but decided this tree was big enough for the both of us. She hadn’t notice me I thought as I sat down on the other side of the huge oak tree. “Are you not going to ask me why I’m crying?” she said. “Sorry, why are you crying?” I asked. “This world is a cruel place and nothing ever works out for me!” “Maybe this is true for everybody…” she whispered. I started to get up so that I could walk to the other side of the tree but I was ordered to stay where I was. “Let’s stay the way we are.” I told her she was right. “It’s like that for everybody but it doesn’t have to be. You see our dissatisfaction arises from the fact that we don’t see the world as it is but how we want. Death, pain, hunger, sickness happens because we are systems just like any other living organism.” She quickly responded “Ok that kind of makes sense but how can that help me enjoy my life?” I knew the answer but how could I explain it to another. So I said, “Telling someone how to enjoy life is like asking someone who hasn’t been here to draw this tree we are sitting under, no matter how much detail I gave them it wouldn’t be the same tree. Pointing this person in the direction of the tree is all I can do but there is no guarantee they will find it. The direction I will give you is this, “You have no soul. You are empty of a pure individual existence like everything else in this great universe. Use it to find your happiness. “A couple of moments had passed without a response so I asked if she understood, still no answer. I started to pick myself up using the trunk of the tree, when she finally said” Have you found it?” I said, “I’m lost but that tends to happen from time to time on a journey.” I walked over to the other side of the tree to find no one in sight. I couldn’t remember how I ended up here but it didn’t matter because that was in the past, a story.

One Minute Storytelling 9-13-10

With star light stretching through the morning sky, I saw something fluttering on the ground. Kneeing down I took a closer look at the insect, it was a moth. The moth was trying to flip itself over so that it could get in position to take lift. While staring at this tiny creature my mind began to wonder. Should I flip this spotted aero-creature over or let it be? My eyes noticed more movement near the moth; ants were marching toward this helpless creature, dinner for thousands! Still swimming in my ocean of thoughts the ants started to surround the insect there was no escape. If one would try to follow the circumstances on how I or the insect got to cross paths would surely lose their marbles. Time travel has proved this claim. Using a wooden stick as a substitute for my fingers, I brought gravity upside down for the sky creature, evidently lift wasn’t achieved. I picked up a nearby stone that hadn’t been touched by sunlight it was still cool and wet. “Stay in motion”, I whispered. Muscles twitching, my energy transfers into the stone enough to sever the moth. The marching soldiers had regrouped and started to swarm the now motionless insect. Laughter had overwhelmed my senses because time traveling had become exhausting and this decision had been playing over indefinitely in space and time with never the same result.

One Minute Storytelling 8-20-10

Conversation with a fly:
A fly has been living in my car for three days. We had an interesting conversation today when I mention how he felt about having a lifespan less than a month. He couldn't understand the concept of months, days or even death, no matter how scientific I got. He said "Don't worry friend, your species has a individualism perception about reality. What you call death and time are just motion, decay and a rotating star of gas are nothing but motion. Change is certain." What I could only describe as "fly laughter" came from this tiny creature as he smashed into my side window as fast as a fly could, I would presume. Lifeless on my dashboard, I didn't see a dead fly but saw the universe shifting.

Time Travel:
During lunch, an old man with a familiar face was staring strangely at me with a twisted smile and for a minute he was me time traveling from the past with an urgent message. He said nothing but he didn’t have to because I was sure this was my 3rd attempt at telling myself something about the future that is better not known.

One Minute Storytelling

I decided to keep myself in the habit of writing more often by introducing a series of posts called one minute storytelling. I will come up with mini stories that will allow the reader to question reality and how our mind works.

Day One: First 12 hours

Fasting is the act of willingly abstaining from some or all food, drink, or both, for a period of time. I have been fasting by only drinking water annually for five years and will continue to do it until my last days. Some of you might ask yourself why would I, well it’s a combination of things. I like to believe I'm a very strong willed person and at times I like to test my will power but it’s so much more than that. It's the experience between my body and mind that is a bit hard to explain. Nonetheless I will try my best to give you the insight I obtain in hopes others could learn more about the mind. Medically fasting is 12 hours or more, 12 hours has past and so my journey begins.......

I awoke this morning not particularly any hungrier than the morning before but the sensation to grab breakfast was present. Normally breakfast for me consist of breakfast shakes, cereals and biscuits. We been told breakfast is the most important meal of the day and many people skip it, I have never been one of those people, except for today of course. I drank about 2 cups of water and headed to work. Hunger hasn't really hit me physically but mentally I find myself thinking about snacking and of lunch. I have been drinking a lot of water because like many times before cotton mouth is a side effect of your body running low on energy. One time I fasted for 4 1/2 days and I started to get white spots on my skin which I read was normal. My body is using its reserves and in about 6 hours the headaches and stomach pains will commence. This struggle between my body and mind has to do with the fact that my body needs energy to function and choosing not to give it what it needs, I get to understand where these needs arise from which are separate from let’s say eating because I'm depressed or bored etc.

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