Lost Creation Myth

In the beginning there was NOTHING. NOTHING was a vast emptiness. A featureless, undistinguished,  deserted void. A vacant oblivion. Lacking. Wanting. Zero. Ditch. NOTHING couldn’t tell what it was, where it was, or who it was. Worst of all, Nothing didn’t have anything to do. NOTHING was bored. Boredom was feeling SOMETHING! The universe began as an overwhelming, omniscient, omnipresent, magnificent feeling of boredom.

Nothing yawned. Yawning was doing SOMETHING! The yawn was awesome, majestic, and like all yawns, contagious. From the other side of NOTHING came an echo. SOMETHING yawned also.  The yawning filled the entire universe infinitely reflecting itself. NOTHING was content. It now knew what it was because it had SOMETHING to compare itself to.  NOTHING felt special. NOTHING was happy because it had SOMETHING to keep it company.

But SOMETHING wasn’t happy. It didn’t know what it was, where it was, or who it was with. It had NOTHING to compare itself to. There was NOTHING to see or do. SOMETHING was bored. And since it knew it shared the universe with NOTHING, SOMETHING got lonely.

SOMETHING needed ANYTHING to alleviate the feeling of loneliness. ANYTHING was better than NOTHING. It reached out to find ANYTHING but found NOTHING. SOMETHING searched in one vast sweeping circle. SOMETHING couldn’t feel ANYTHING, but when it looked into the surface of the circle it had made, it saw a reflection…

ANYTHING was lost. All ANYTHING could see, from the other side of this circle, was this vast, barren, uninhabited horizon. ANYTHING  was bored and lonely. ANYTHING waited for SOMETHING, but NOTHING happened. ANYTHING felt empty. ANYTHING wanted to be SOMETHING, but SOMETHING already existed. ANYTHING searched thru the reflection to feel SOMETHING…and squeezed. SOMETHING backed away. The reflection shattered and the pieces kept bouncing back and all around. This was terribly amusing to ANYTHING. These reflections of ANYTHING became EVERYTHING else.

EVERYTHING kept multiplying. EVERYTHING was an endless number of reflections of ANYTHING. They felt like SOMETHING, but really weren’t ANYTHING.

In trying to experience SOMETHING beyond itself, EVERYTHING by change eventually focused these reflections for one moment in time. SOMEBODY came into being. EVERYTHING was content now it had SOMEBODY that felt like SOMETHING.

SOMEBODY was baffled. Surrounded by countless reflections of ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. SOMEBODY couldn’t tell which reflections were SOMEBODY, SOMETHING, ANYTHING, EVERYTHING, or NOTHING at all. SOMEBODY had doubt.

SOMEBODY measured, calculated, compared, and criticized. This was the birth of consciousness. SOMEBODY gazed at the reflection and wondered if the reflection was real.

SOMEBODY wondered. Wonder was made up for doubt, confusion, emptiness, loneliness, and boredom. SOMEBODY knew SOMEBODY existed and SOMEBODY was alive because SOMEBODY had all the feelings that had made the universe. Wonder was an awesome, omnipresent, omniscient, overwhelming, feeling of being alive.

With wonder SOMEBODY couldn’t sense who it was or where it came from, but it could imagine them. Imagination could cut though doubt and reason and by itself re-create the universe with all the feelings and reflections it was made up of. Imagination was wonderful because if gave meaning to reason. Imagination created Hope. Hope could mix reason and imagination. Hope could be NOTHING, SOMETHING, ANYTHING, EVERYTHING, and SOMEBODY else.

AWE+WONDER+SENSE=VALUE

(taken from this great little book I discovered, that everyone should take a look at. The Museum of Lost Wonder by Jeff Hoke. They should teach kids all this stuff at school, perhaps then the world would change…somehow. I doubt it. But I wonder. HOPE! )

and also everyone should check out The Museum of Lost wonder’s website! It’s adventurous and the virtual tour is great (i am actually discovering the playgrounds myself  http://www.lostwonder.org/   <—–there.  

A lonely tear drop never dreams.

What to live for if not your belief, time has died and you’ve drowned deep.

You wrote a poem, but you need, someone to listen and to dream,

For what if ocean is all we hear, and what if sky is never clear?

one of those crazy good lines.

“When you pass into the shadow of the moon you see a darkness that no man can truly imagine. Out there, in the outer darkness the stars are like white fire shot – gunned across infinity…And you finally know how alone you truly are, and how far you have gone from the world.”

we all knew this was coming. we all love them, we all want them, we all need them.

it wouldn’t be planet k star without shoes…common!! But yeah…I should stop buying food and buy shoes instead!

Goodbye BOC, Hello covers

I heard this one for that car commercial they used it for, and didn’t realize that it was an actual Blue Oyster Cult cover, regardless, I really like the girl, even though the BOC version still is amazing. 

Propaganda’s too cool for school.

Old school propaganda covers. Magazines itself are pretty hard to come by as I have discovered, regardless, those were the days when the word “goth” still had it’s dignity attached. Now it’s just a bunch of 14 year olds running around in their horrible shades of black lipstick (common KIDS! watch some tutorials or something to learn how to apply make up before you even begin!). I am not here to claim myself as anything, I am pretty far from the description of “goth” as it gets, but I do support the ways from the beginning of days. Thus the entire models gone goth deal is getting pretty damn annoying, stop wearing that shit people, unless you are actually committing yourself to the scene. Just because you get the new “goth” trend and walk into your top 40s clubs and stumble around to Jay Z, jesus fuck, get a grasp. Anyways…I didn’t mean to write this as anything hateful at all, just wanted to post some Propaganda covers.

 

 

loop into space and out of this world.

this past saturdays psy was a soothing calmness i needed for a while. i guess when things get out of control in reality, dancing always helps. even if for a little. it’s a cure to the soul and no better place but a journey into space. the party was rather strange, the dance floor was very small, mainly because the venue was originally a restaurant, which of course unless you knew you wouldn’t guess thanks to all the great galactic deco. what i enjoyed was that little group of people that brought out drums and sorts, you know sort of the tribal ones and accompanied the music, which was pretty different and more fun. gave it more sound. all dj’s were great, the bass was good. thought i’ll post some deco pixxies, a lot of the pictures i took looked horrible, its either it was too dark or looked like crap with flash on. after all, i just came to dance, not stand with a camera. 

nobody knows that you left for good. you’re in the army now.

dreams of going home. back to nebulas. back to the very end of the galaxy..

There are too many dreams to follow. There is not enough time to sleep. There’s too much knowledge and not enough books to read..

adventures in outer space and war against depression.

In the strange wilderness, full and complete with wild branches from all sort of trees I couldn’t possibly tell you about, right behind the thick wall of clustered smaller bushes that shine bright orange when the sun turns the other way around, and right there, on the other side of that curvy little green river that seems to go on for miles, and yet, i couldn’t tell you where it starts or ends, since nobody has ever gone beyond to the other side of the sand castles and came back to tell their story. But right there, in all its glorious structurally proportional composition stood a bleached white corporate tower. When I say white, I mean it, I don’t think anybody has seen anything that would be brighter or sparkle as much as this tower did. It wasn’t just this tower, no, it was a whole plaza that rose about seventy eight stories high up into the sulfur clouds, and then had this round top with glass windows, so you could stare out at those same sulfur clouds that often times were pink with a little redness, and then right on top of that roundness stretched a high antenna. It was white and seemed a bit stretchy so when the wild sandstorms took their place to attack this harsh land, it would move along with it, in fact as I recall it curved up on top, with a little dingle and sparkle of a blue diamond star. In fact there has been many attempts from the Droids of Sybotik to steal that diamond star, as it is known to be made out of remains of planet Earth, which to my own great sadness has been crushed into tiny dust particles of blue and green and yellow. Let me tell you, that the attack on planet Earth wasn’t planned, it was sort of an accident if you please. It just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, right in the middle of galactic wars from the East and the West. And so accidently it has been blown and shredded to pieces. Following in the events of the accidental destruction of planet Earth, The Head from the Galactic War Department, Commander Stuzik has sent his most sincere apologies to those remaining and to make all of the galaxy feel safe and secure that this will not happen again, he declared all wars to be held at free floating star fields, thus not to destroy any more planets. 

 

k.

a world without an end. amen to that.

Where do you begin telling your story, when it seems like beginning has got nowhere to begin, and you see no end. Do you simply make up an end the way you want it to be, or you wait till you reach the point where it simply happens, and then write it down? What if you simply can’t wait that long, and want your happy ending right this moment in time? I wish it was that easy, and you could just make up your own story, where only the things you wanted happened, and all the rest vanished. Where only happiness existed and sorrow has been banished. Would that not be a perfect world? A world where your destiny was solely at your fingertips, and you could change it anytime you wished to do so? It does sound perfect, but it is far from being possible. Unless…Unless you believe in miracles, unless you believe in magic and other worlds. Then, I suppose, anything is possible. And most of all, a place where nothing ends in tragedy. How and where do you start to believe and how do you get there, then? What if….what if you fall asleep and never wake up again. What if that other world is your very own dreamland where you dwell without time and limits..What if…

k.

news guy wept and told us. earth was really dying.

mirror mask..

meeting with the universe..

it was like glimpsing at what heaven was like. i am telling you…pure and simple. the understanding of infinite love, of infinite wholeness of the universe itself. standing on the side lines as you watch the entire universe open it’s door to you, and let you see everything for yourself. for the first time…for the first time you wake up and you know you are existing. and to understand the completeness of love is the one thing that this world lacks. human beings are shallow, too absorbed into their routines. then they lose themselves, lose the understanding of the existence itself. 

i stared universe in the eye and realized what it was that made me. what it felt like when you were limitless, when you have found yourself accepting the crucial face of death staring into your eyes and moving forward. it’s taking these small glimpses each time you find yourself in and accepting those vibrations as your own. it is as if you open your eyes for the first time and realize what you’ve been missing out on. 

we are alone. as beings dwelling in time, we stand alone. we connect with all the particles around us and feel infinite love, and yet, we still stand alone. and it’s the basic fact of accepting it. not possessing each other, just learning how to love while we have a chance. it is pure selfishness that drives people into the need to possess one another, to tie each other down, but regardless of what that means to you, you are all on your own in the end. in the end, we find ourselves in the center of space, floating and drifting, all by ourselves. and it feels magical. the feeling of love, the feeling of wholeness. 

the mere fact of knowing how to accept what is thrown at you. accepting and understanding are the hardest components of any chocolate cake. somehow it seems almost impossible how others try to impose their truths upon one another and completely disengage from the latter. it’s really simple. there are no secrets in our existence as beings. we are simply traveling through time, with little things we need to learn and see for ourselves. 

floating thru time and opening the door to the universe, is what all paths lead to. 

 

k.

when the world becomes a slow motion suicide…

i went out and danced yesterday. for a little. it felt great. being lose of worries and anything that stands in between. psytrance music is good for losing all trail of thought and just dancing…that’s all there is. i felt better. 

then i realized that dreams have failed to live up to my expectations. world is crumbling to pieces and soon will shatter itself from inside. i have lost reason in things as everything falls down. we all fall down. we all bury ourselves. we die in fantasies. we die….a little each time. 

world has changed. world has become it’s own powered black hole. it’s own suction force that is tearing itself. there is nothing profound i could say. humans are the power key to destruction itself. a master key to apocalypse itself.

and when dreams are lost. so am i. i don’t live in reality. and now, i don’t exist at all. 

 

k.

I HATE xtmas shopping! And I bet I’m not the only one..

Because what in the name of hell do you get people that have everything they wanted?! And what about when they say “ah it doesn’t matter I’ll like anything”, NAH AH! That statement is a proven FALSE. Trust me…

There are only few things on my list this year and for the most part I am planning on obtaining them myself, since I don’t like to impose my “wishes” in the hands of somebody else. I do however crave one of those ghetto cursive name rings but I feel strange if I get that myself? I mean, is it okay to get things customized when you are putting your own name on it? I don’t know, makes me feel a bit strange..I am a strong believer that when it comes to names and sorts, you should not be customizing that shit yourself. Especially those gangsta rings and such…Because then it sort of loses it’s meaning when you say “Oh, I did this myself” as opposed to “This and this person gave me this” which sounds much better. Strangeness of things!! And hatred towards holiday shopping. If there is one thing that I love about this hectic time of year, is all the bows and gift wrapping, I could do that shit all day, absolutely love it! I also take great pleasure in writing christmas cards and letters to long lost relatives and friends who apparently only remember to say hello and call you on Christmas morning? I think it’s time I put up a Christmas tree. 

 

break..down.

molecular disco in outer space.

Sandra Backlund never ceases to amaze me, or the rest of the world so to speak. I sort of have this fantasy to see her and McQueen come up with something crazy together. Actually now that I think of it, she reminds me a lot of GarethPugh, but the latter of course is a bit more hardcore. I think Sandra’s versions of her structural designs is a bit more street friendly, something, I would actually wear out and go dance to some  disco! If I could get my hands on GarethPughs designs I’d do the same, but hey, still working on that one! Need some protein pills, a space helmet, something structural by Sandra, and off to find a mother ship and launch myself back into space, back to Venus! =}

 

 

Caramel and peanuts and chocolate and SNICKERS!

I adore these new snickers ads, they are absolutely hilarious and well, just so good, my chocolate intake simply doubles. MHHMMM chocolate…the best thing that some human mind ever came up with. Nothing else compares. 

If you understand shit, it isn’t shit. Go figure.

Taoism. If you understand shit, it isn’t shit.

Hinduism. This shit happened before.

Confucianism. Confucious say “shit happens”

Buddhism. Shit will happen to you again.

Zen. What is the sound of shit happening?

Islam. If shit happens, it is the will of Allah.

Sikhism. Leave our shit alone.

Jehova’s Witness. Knock knock. Shit happens.

Atheism. I don’t believe this shit.

Agnosticism. Can you prove that shit happens?

Catholicism. If shit happens, you deserve it.

Protestantism. Shit happens. Amen to that.

Judaism. Why does shit always happen to us?

Orthodox Judaism. So shit happens, already.

Televangelism. Send money or shit will happen to you.

Rastafarianism. Let’s smoke this shit. 

Hare Krishna. Shit happens rama rama. 

Nation of Islam. Don’t take no shit.

New Age. Visualize shit happening.

Shintoism. You inherit the shit of your ancestors.

Hedonism. I love it when shit happens.

Satanism. Sneppah tihs.

Capitalism. This is MY shit.

Feminism. Men are shit.

Existentialism. What is shit, anyway?

Scientology. If this happens, see Dianetics p.137.

Mormonism. “excrement happens” (don’t say shit)

Baptism. We’ll wash the shit right off you.

Mysticism. This is really weird shit.

Voodoo. Shit doesn’t just happen – we made it happen.

Disneyism. Bad shit doesn’t happen here.

Wicca. You can make shit happen, but shit will happen to you three times.

Communism. Let’s share the shit.

Marxism. You have nothing to lose but your shit.

Conspiracy theorism. THEY shit on us!

Psycho-Analysis. Tell me about your shit.

Dawinism. Survival of the shittiest.

Amish. Modern shit is useless.

Suicidal. I’ve had enough of this shit.

Optimism. Shit won’t happen to me.

Trekism. To boldly shit where no one has shit before.

Freud. Shit is a phallic symbol.

Lawyers. For enough money, I can get you out of shit.

Politically correct. Internally processed, nutritionally drained biological output happens.

Einstein. Shit is relative.

Family Gathering. Relatives are shit.

Materialism. Whoever does with the most shit, wins. 

Vegetarianism. If it happens to shit, don’t eat it.

Fatalism. Oh shit, it’s going to happen.

Americanism. Who gives a shit?

Hip-Hop. Motherfuck this shiznit, beeatch!

Tantrism. Fuck this shit.

Cynicism. We are all full of shit.

Surrealism. Fish happens.

 

where’s your magic KEY?

this is so cute. Just simple and cute. I remember when it first aired on VIVA germany. 

 

The Celestine Prophecy By James Redfield

So I am reading this book, and just got a movie in the mail and it is absolutely amazing =} It’s much similar to the Holographic Universe, just that it’s written in a form of a novel, which was great since they turned it into a movie. Theories, theories, theories, gotta love ‘em theories! Here’s sometin sometin from Celestine Prophecy, I found this part very amusing. (I highlight all my books). It’s being told as a story, very good one too, with lots of events and such. But hey, this is like evolution for beginners:

“Matter was only energy vibrating at a certain level, and in the beginning matter existed only in its simplest vibratory form: the element we call hydrogen. That’s all there was in the universe, just hydrogen. 

I observed the hydrogen atoms begin to gravitate together, as if the ruling principal, the urge, of this energy was to begin a movement into a more complex state. And when pockets of this hydrogen reached a sufficient density, it began to heat up and to burn, to become what we call a star, and in vibration, the element we call helium. 

As I continued to watch, these first stars aged and finally blew themselves up and spewed the remaining hydrogen and the newly created helium out into the universe. And the whole process began again. The hydrogen and helium gravitated together until the temperature became hot enough for new stars to form and that in turn fused the helium together, created the element lithium, which vibrated at the next higher level. And so on…

As our sun formed, pockets of matter fell into orbit around it, and one of them, the Earth, contained all the newly created elements, including carbon. As the Earth cooled, gases once caught in the molten mass, migrated to the surface and merged together forming water vapor, and the great rains came, forming oceans on the then barren crust. Then when water covered much of the Earth’s surface, the skies cleared and the sun, burning brightly, bathes the new world with light and heat and radiation.

And in the shallow pools and basins, amid the great lightning storms that periodically swept the planet, matter leaped past the vibratory level of carbon to an even more complex state: to the vibration represented by the amino acids. But for the first time, this new level of vibration was not stable in and of itself. Matter had to continually absorb other matter into itself in order to sustain its vibration. It had to eat. LIfe, the new thrust of evolution, had emerged.

Still restricted to living only in water, I saw this life split into two distinct forms. One form – the one we call plants – lived on inorganic matter and turned these elements into food by utilizing carbon dioxide from the early atmosphere. As a by – product, plants released free oxygen into the world for the first time. Plant life spread quickly through the oceans and finally onto the land as well.

The other form – what we call animals – absorbed only organic life to sustain their vibration. As I watched, the animals filled the oceans in the great age of fishes, and, when the plans had released enough oxygen into the atmosphere, began their own trek toward land.

I saw the amphibians – half fish, half something new – leave the water for the first time and use lungs to breathe the new air. Then matter leaped forward again into reptiles and covered the Earth in the great period of the dinosaurs. Then the warm-blooded mammals came and likewise covered the Earth, and I realized that each emerging species represented life – matter – moving into its next higher vibrations. Finally, the progression ended. There at the pinnacle stood humankind.

Humankind. The vision ended. I had seen in one flash the entire story of evolution, the story of matter coming into being and then evolving, as if under some guiding plan, toward ever higher vibrations, creating the exact conditions, finally, for humans to emerge…for each of us, as individuals, to emerge.

As I sat there on that mountain, I could almost grasp how this evolution was extended even further in the lives of human beings. Further evolution was related somehow to the experience of lice coincidences. Something about these evens led us forward in our lives and created a higher vibration that pushed evolution ahead as well. Yet, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t quite understand.”

 

When it’s socially acceptable to break milk bottles and flip fairy wings.

We all know how planet K star loves Halloween. Planet K star also loves its fairies and goblins, and dragons, and witches. Halloween is just as good as Christmas morning, without the presents. But it’s just that good. However, NYC on Halloween can be a bit crazy, or actually super CHAOTIC. It’s probable one of the worst holidays to go out, that, and New Years. It’s impossible to get a cab, just simply IMPOSSIBLE. And all the drunk reptiles falling over in the streets, a bit disturbing at times. Our posse had a bit of a misadventure when it came to making decisions and trying to make our way across town. Just walking around the block proved that it was just too chaotic our on the streets. We saw two people almost die, or die, not sure, since we didn’t stay to watch the entire dramatic scene. And then some chick falls in the subway close enough to rolling down on the train tracks. The fun part, however, is watching reptiles walk around in their costumes, seen some funny stuff out there! For sure, the funniest was a guy wearing a penis costume. Supah hilarious! So I was Alex (of course!), and Alyssa was my fairy  ^_^ 

 

GOING BACK IN TIME. with body suits and roller skates.

Absolutely can’t stop wishing to go to a real roller disco! Well, it wouldn’t be that real, since we’re in the 2000’s, but regardless, I want to go where everybody dances old school and comes dressed up, just like from the 70’s. I think it would be the greatest party I could ever go for, and I just wish someday soon someone will organize such an event. Let’s go back in time! Back to the times when body suits, tube socks, and boogie ruled the streets! Contemplating on an idea that I should get myself a pair of roller skates and accompany Sean’s low rider bike at Venice Beach. 

you gotta race the race, with your devils.

everybody needs a little soundtrack from time to time to brighten their planets up.. 

 

REAL-REALITY-REALTIME ;)

No no, nothing profound here, I just have a few ideas to throw at the world. First of I am greatly disappointed when it comes to communication skills amongst people (I like to call people reptiles, just to make sure it’s nothing terrifying…just human race in general). I believe communication is the key ingredient to a healthy and happy pie of life, which trust me, a lot of humans lack. Humanity! We must band-aid it, and fix all the leaks! Second, I want to make sure we’re on the same page when it comes to human expression and free opinion of mind. Nobody is entitled to the  ownership of another persons opinions, reality, thoughts, and emotions. Whether right or wrong, as there isn’t such. Which leads to the third little idea hoping around my head like a floppy eared – bunny, with it’s jelly fish tentacles, the fact that there honestly isn’t any boundaries or limits when it comes to emotional state or simply expression of ones thoughts or misadventures. 

So blogging is meant to resemble one or another reptiles inspirations, misadventures, mind bombs, and all forms of expression. Regardless the consequences. Free mind, free thought, free endless ideas and thoughts without any boundaries. YUPP, that’s all I’m going to say to end this little thought train. Power to the brain ^_^

VENUS better watch out!

A brilliant beacon in the morning and evening. Venus is the brightest object in the night sky after the noon. (HA!). Venus is the second planet from the sun, with a mean orbital distance of 108.2 million kilometers, or .723 AU. But the brightness of Venus is also due to a blanket of reflective clouds, an indication of its intensely thick atmosphere. Until the 1950s many people thought that beneath its clouds Venus would turn out to be a steamy, wel-coming, tropical world. But microwave readings from the planet in 1985 indicated that it might be much hotter than tropical.. (OH YEAH!). In the first place, Venus is even more torrid than its proximity to the sun would indicate. Its mean surface temperature is a blistering 464 C, hot enough to melt lead, making Venus the hottest planet in the solar system. This heat is fostered by the now – infamous green house effect. Sunlight that passes through Venus’s clouds is absorbed by the planet’s surface and released again as infrared radiation, which is trapped next to the planet by Venus’s carbon dioxide – rich atmosphere. Composed of concentrated sulfuric acid, the clouds emit a drizzle of acid rain that evaporates before it reached the perpetually dry terrain. The air moves sluggishly at the surface, but 60 kilometers above it, winds whip around the planet at about 100 meters a second. Also it has no magnetic field around it. 

 

catch me, Tiger.

I had a surprise shoot yesterday, and the people were very nice and the location was super chill, right next to a Halloween Store where I ended up buying the last few things I needed for my Alex costume. However, what this is about is the amazing cat that walked around the house. I swear I’ve never seen a bigger kitty and it was like a Tiger. A miniature house Tiger. It was friendly to me, but seemed to be pissed at other people and few times started growling like a Tiger also. So pretty. I want a kitty just like it. Apparently these types of cats are almost the smartest house cats, and I really would like one all to myself! But sadly, my puppy would be smaller than the kitty and they’d most likely end up having nasty fights fighting for attention. 

and also I am done posting all these boring posts about my misadventures. Gotta get some work done soon anyway! 

Night of Mayhem with the vains.

Yupp, it really was. That’s one thing that I love about NYC so much, all these bands coming to play that I love so much! I’m still a bit sad that I missed The 69 eyes a week ago, I was pretty bummed out about that one, not gonna lie, but I guess I’ll just have to wait and see them in a show next time they come around. Also keeping my fingers crossed to see HIM sometime in the near future hopefully. I sort of always had an unhealthy obsession with the band, even have all the Finish songs Ville ever recorded. Everything sounds so pretty that they do! 

So last night was pretty banging, Dirty Penny played first, their okay and all, not my favorite to be honest. Wildstreet was great though and got the crowd moving! All the spiky hair and all just to be jealous of! Obviously when Vains of Jenna came on everyone decided to go by the stage and bounce around, which got pretty crowded, but hey Santos Party House is the place to be at!
Thanks to all the amazing people that bring out all these great bands for us to stomp our boots to =]

planet K star loves fairies.

and this is one of the most beautiful things I have laid my eyes on! <3