THE CONNECTION

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it. BUDDAH

Last weekend, I attended a gathering at a friend of a friend's house in New England. With all the happenings in our nation, my personal life, and the world at large, my mind was wide open . .

I walked out onto the deck and noticed a German Shepard crouching near a picnic table in the backyard. I'd already met a jubilant young mutt in the house, but this one was silent and cautious. As I approached to make the animal's acquaintance, I sensed fear. My first thought was that she was a rescue or had been abused. I extended one hand, then the other, she kept her eyes on me as she sniffed each individually. After determining I could be trusted, she moved in and allowed me to scratch her back and under her collar. It's important to note that dogs and other pets will be in your debt if you scratch these two inaccessible places. I walked back up the steps to the deck and asked my friend what he knew of the dog. He informed me that "Carmen" was an expert trained guard dog imported from Deutschland several years prior. I looked back out at her and recognized she was studying our every move, crouched to avoid attracting any attention, poised to attack without hesitation if necessary.

Since my earliest memories I've had a close connection with animals, dogs in particular. Before reading about "dark matter," or the space between all things, I was brought closer to nature by forming a kinship with canine. Relationships of back and forth, give and take, with an animal unable to communicate through the English language was a tremendous life lesson, though I didn't know it at the time. I've written of this unspoken connection before, and how it translates to human interaction. For a lifetime I've been able to get a sense of a person's attitude and intentions upon initial contact simply by opening my awareness to the micro-nuances and invisible energy shared between living things. In time it has matured into an awareness allowing me to decipher between reality and fiction in many arenas.

The weekend leading up to this encounter was crucial on several fronts. I had been observing and getting to know a number of new people, friends and family of one of my best friends. The most important connection, the inspiration for this entry, was a six-year-old boy named Keegan. I brought over the Aerobie Skylighter I had given to my friend as a house warming gift, and asked Keegan if he wanted to play catch. We threw back and forth a few dozen times under Carmen's watchful eye, before she finally snapped and engaged. She'd race over and pick up the disc anytime it hit the ground, releasing it upon my request. On the other end, when Keegan couldn't handle a throw and Carmen would scoop in, he would plead and whine for her to drop it. I explained how all he needed to do was to say her name with authority and she would release the disc. I explained how he was the boss and that Carmen was aware of this fact. It wasn't his size, age, or depth of his voice that alerted Carmen of her role; it was the projection of his energy. It was a great feeling watching Keegan's discovery of this inner power over his dog.

After Carmen's relentless pursuit of the flying disc got old, we brought her into the house. While up on the porch, people kept coming and going through the screen door. Naturally, some would pass through without sliding the door shut behind them. Keegan walked up to the doorway and slammed it shut. "I don't know why you people keep leaving this door open. We have an indoor cat that will escape if she gets the chance!" followed by a deep expressive sigh.

This young man had the greatest natural advantage of anyone at the party due to the simple fact that he's had less time on Earth than the rest. His media exposure has been so short, the shaping and manipulation of his mind so limited. His focus remains on what matters here and now. Surely the amount of information he's exposed to through technology dwarfs that of all preceding generations; perhaps dwarfing all preceding generations combined. Yet with such a short conscious time in this life, he remains tuned to nature and the reality that surrounds him. Social status, material goods, local, national, and world "news events" have not yet reached him. His mind is ripe and ready for information when offered by a trusted source, hungry for a greater understanding of how things work. What a world this would be if all children around this age were enlightened with the greatest, most valuable information at this "seed-time" for learning. If the children were made aware of their role in nature, the importance of balance, and how it can be achieved and maintained, they would be more than equipped to face all of the challenges afflicting mankind.

A second lesson was sparked from the interaction between Carmen and Keegan; it came to me in a flash. Carmen was born into this world on German soil two or three years ago. From her first days she was separated from her litter, from her mother, and trained by professionals for a very specific purpose. She is an excellent learner; a programmed animal. She is born from nature and therefore possesses ancient qualities of the heart, having the ability to show affection and loyalty.

She represents the system.

The brilliant, glowing, flying disc, gliding back and fourth across the yard represents liberty and justice. It is the honest, good-intentioned government by and for the people, built on progress, peace, and prosperity.

Keegan represents each of us.

The ultimate decision maker, unaware of his own strengths and abilities. The one with power to affect all human choices. The person who will inherit the Earth.  The boss. 

When the young boy (boss) tells the dog (system) to release what does not belong to her (all the marbles), she listens and obeys. We are responsible for our ruling class; if we no longer elect our leadership, it's our duty to find a way to reconstruct what we call democracy.  If we've lost confidence in our economic system, we have to design and implement a better one.  If we demand that corrupt leaders stand down we must prepare ourselves to fill their positions.

We are constantly reminded of how balance is established and maintained simply by watching the cycles of nature.  From weather, to vegetation, to animals; natural life cycles are constantly at work, wide open for our observation.  These cycles are designed for one purpose: survival.  They have no ego, no vanity, no government, no money, no media, no technology, no distractions, and no excuses.  Our bond with nature is the greatest connection we have.  The less we recognise it, the further we separate ourselves from our living planet, the less chance we have for survival.  Nature does not care if we remain and thrive, or consume ourselves into extinction.  Mankind's impact on Earth has not been a positive one.  Extreme weather conditions are our only competition in disrupting the cycle of life on our planet. 

We must embrace our responsibility and respect the simple laws of natural order.  We have all the tools required; we must find the wisdom to use them.  The fate of the world depends on it.     

Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures & the whole of nature in its beauty. ALBERT EINSTEIN

CONDOR AND EAGLE

Nearly every culture I know prophesies that in the late 1990's we entered a period of remarkable transition. At monasteries in the Himalayas, ceremonial sites in Indonesia, and indigenous reservations in North America, from the depths of the Amazon to the peaks of the Andes, and into the ancient Mayan cities of Central America, I have heard that ours is a special moment in human history, and that each of us was born at this time because we have a mission to accomplish.

The titles and the words of the prophecies differ slightly. They tell variously of a New Age, the Third Millennium, the Age of Aquarius, the Beginning of the Fifth Sun, or the end of old calendars and the commencement of new ones. Despite the varying terminologies, however, they have a great deal in common, and "The Prophecy of the Condor and Eagle" is typical. It states that back in the mists of history, human societies divided and took different paths: that of the condor (representing the heart, intuitive and mystical) and that of the eagle (representing the brain, rational and material). In the 1490's, the prophesy said, the two paths would converge and the eagle would drive the condor to the verge of extinction. Then, five hundred years later, in the 1990's a new epoch would begin, one in which the condor and the eagle will have the opportunity to reunite and fly together in the same sky, along the same path. If the condor and eagle accept this opportunity, they will create a most remarkable offspring, unlike any seen before.

"The Prophecy of the Condor and Eagle" can be taken at many levels — the standard interpretation is that it foretells the sharing of indigenous knowledge with the technologies of science, the balancing of yin and yang, and the bridging of northern and southern cultures. However, most powerful is the message it offers about consciousness; it says that we have entered a time when we can benefit from the many diverse ways of seeing ourselves and the world, and that we can use these as a springboard to higher levels of awareness. As human beings we can truly wake up and evolve into a more conscious species.   JOHN PERKINS

Chicago's Green Festival was held at McCormick Place in the south side four months back. I rode 3 miles along the coast through a heavy mist in a light rain jacket to get there. It cost only $5 to get in due to my eco-friendly mode of transport. I was there to meet John Perkins.

Before telling the story of the condor and eagle, he spoke of how some indigenous cultures from North America believe that each of us are born into this world with a specific purpose, or "legend". They say we are born into certain surroundings among particular people and circumstances exactly when and where intended. We are born to spend our lives working towards the achievement of whichever specific purpose we were brought here to perform.

What a clear and uncanny perspective. How contrary to so much of what we've been led to believe in western culture. By now you're well aware that thinking is not taught, and far from encouraged in our society. Assimilation is the norm. Pick an established field based first on its expected paying salary, then on its interest to you, and fall in line. What if instead we were convinced of our unlimited potential at an early age, that those who blaze their own paths rather than following crowds have historically made greater progress and led more fulfilling lives? Quite simply, positive changes would emerge and the planet would begin to mature as a whole. They've always said one should decide what he or she loves most; then find a way to make money doing it. But how many of us actually do this? How many of us earn a living and feel rewarded with our labor at the end of the day? How many of us have jobs that truly make a difference? (other than numbers on the bank statements of those at the top of the pyramid) The answer is simply not many.

Somewhere along the line, emphasis went from progress to profit. We lost our way when materials began to take precedence over ideals. The outside became more important than the inside. The goal has become to acquire and amass; human achievement has become essentially a bi-product of our efforts.

The unification of the condor and the eagle is coming.

The choices we're offered are unacceptable. Left versus right is an invalid contest. The system is broken. Our decisions and actions must soon be based upon common sense and the common good. What works best in one nation need be what works best for the entire planet. A time is coming where fake politics and the economic shell game will be a matter of life and death.

Balance is what's required. Balance between light and dark, masculine and feminine, left and right, mind and heart.

The prophesy must come to pass; all other outcomes lead to failure.

Each time we choose a new way to deal with the challenges of life, our solution contributes to the diversity of human will that ensures our survival. As one of us pioneers a new creative solution to the seemingly small challenges of our individual lives, we become a living bridge for the next person who finds himself or herself faced with the same challenge, and the next, and so on. Each time one of us faces the condition that others have faced in the past, we have more options from our collective response to draw from. Relatively few individuals may create possibilities that become choices for the whole.  GREGG BRADEN

SYSTEM CHECK

Since the beginning, I've never needed to coax myself into logging a Smog Chronicle. Issues have simply sprung fourth, caught my attention, then been placed under fire. Much of the content published over the past few years has been personal venting over some of the vexing circumstances we endure and how they are misunderstood by much of the population. Two years back I moved to a point on the map directly between the two greatest concentrations of those close to me. Face to face conversation gone; telephone communications cut drastically. For years I'd been reading between the lines and sharing my thoughts freely with friends eager to listen. I had people readily available to absorb some steam that needed blowing off while in Los Angeles. Moving to Chicago with my one and only; I couldn't expect her to carry what had previously been spread amongst many . .

After years of thought and preparation, The Smog Chronicles were born.

Since inception late last year, Cloud City Sessions have provided another vehicle for my perspective. They've proven a more encouraging forum for my expression. Though the music contains a powerful message; listening can also be used to motivate production. Whether driving, working out, or thinking creatively; music can be transformed from sound to work. Taking a step back from focusing on manufactured news reports and contrived conflict, I've been working to explore and ingest as many musical forms and stylings as possible to provide the best possible radio.

My love for baseball has also found a groove with High & Tight; another healthy outlet of late. I've long credited MLB as my distraction of choice, my focus on it now yields an hour of discussion each week. Thanks to those of you who've taken time out to listen to my programing.

Balance is the key to all things; mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. As involved as I may get into these distractions; they will not sway me from my true calling. Balance is the goal. Focus on discipline; constructive thinking and action. As natural earth events, international political and economic activity continue to unravel, an increase in creative thought and action is required to maintain balance. While I've leaned heavily towards audio of late; events have naturally drawn me right back to the soul of The Smog Chronicles.


In intelligence parlance a legend is defined as the complete cover story developed for an under or deep-cover operative. A trail or record has to be put in place over a long period to establish credibility matching the operative's assigned cover.

The Osama bin Laden that was killed yesterday was a straw man who, among other things, gave a significant boost to Barack Obama's 2012 re-election hopes. But I sense there is much more to the story than this. The first step in assessing the theater surrounding last night's late announcement is to not fall into the trap of analyzing it as if it were the truth.

Killing a legend made of lies requires an entire new set of lies, which present new, well-chosen options to control and influence public opinion. The second step is to not yield to the instinctive desire to find immediate explanations. It took me three years of totally dedicated research to conclude, argue and state that Dick Cheney and the United States government orchestrated and executed the attacks of September 11th as a pretext to seize oil reserves in the Middle East.

When a legend fabricated from lies dies the only way to kill that legend is to tell more lies, all in furtherance of a (perhaps new) specific agenda.
Michael C. Ruppert 5/2/11


Society has once again been served an assimilating event on which to hang it's hat. Though it's too early to dissect and determine the exact motive for this story and its construction; some components are obvious straight out of the gate.

The young white "crowds" featured on Sunday night and Monday morning celebrating the alleged killing were clearly assembled by the same agency responsible for generating "crowds" protesting the US and it's military action in Pakistan. This same agency invented the so-called "Al Qaeda" classification and has once again invented threats against the US and produced similar contrived "crowds" of bin Laden sympathizers for the news cameras to capture. Concentrated, televised groups (made to look like masses) serving the same agenda though separated by thousands of miles and international borders. Note the fresh-out-of-the-package American flags waived by our smiling youth on the streets of NY and DC; while burned at the same time by their screaming counterpart in the Middle East. Note the playing to the camera and stretching to fill the frame by all. Mr. John Perkins, the self-dubbed "Economic Hitman" has spoken and written extensively about this technique and it's use over the past half-century.

Those in charge acknowledged the power of media, the vulnerability of the people and how easily they could be manipulated long ago.

The story told thus far is based exclusively on hearsay via the White House and national media. No first hand accounts, no witnesses, and only a rumor of photographic evidence support the legend. More "information" is uncovered with each passing hour, much like the days following 9/11. The scene, the compound, the special forces team and it's accolades, the plan reportedly initiated by the president, the intelligence gathered leading up to the mission, what's been uncovered at the site, stories with new details released throughout the day. The script of "what happened" will continue to be written in the weeks ahead. I expect in the end an "official" timeline will be agreed upon and logged like The 9/11 Commission Report; the most insulting book in American history.

I implore you to find the courage to think independently, use your intuition and rational mind as your senses are barraged with details of this fable as it continues to unfold. We are living in a time of radically advanced thinking, learning, and accessibility to information. The history books our grandchildren inherit must contain the true accounts of events that unfolded creating the Earth they experience. Integrity is the most important lesson children can be taught, it is required that we lead by example.

The time is now.

INTERFACE

"You're beginning to believe the illusions we're spinning here, you're beginning to believe that the tube is reality and your own lives are unreal. You do. Why, whatever the tube tells you: you dress like the tube, you eat like the tube, you raise your children like the tube, you even think like the tube. This is mass madness, you maniacs. In God's name, you people are the real thing, WE are the illusion."  
 -HOWARD BEALE, UBS; 1976

The line dividing Internet from television is so fine at this point it's barely visible.  This same line separates computers from telephones.  The "tube" is now a High Definition video screen, or handheld touch screen.  

Does our modern digital access to the people we care about strengthen our connections with them?  Do we better understand our friends based on words and photographic updates on their social networking sites?  There's no right answer to this question, but it's well deserving of our attention.  

Imagine a polar graph; concentric circles each at a uniformed distance from a central zero point.  The center represents face to face human interaction, the original form of personal communication.  The first ring from center represents telecommunications; either traditional telephone or "skype" style video conference calls.  The next represents a hand written letter personally delivered by the postal service.  The 3rd ring represents computer generated e-mail's and cell phone text messages.  The 4th and final ring represents communications via Facebook, Twitter, and the like.  The further you get from the center, the less personal the connection.  It feels like the further your message is broken down to ones and zeros, the less heart-based emotive is transferred.    

Society's addiction to personal communication devices has been well documented here; the way in which a screen becomes an entity held on the same plateau as a living person.  In many cases, these devices take precedence over physical human presence.  Do you ever engage in drawn-out text message dialogues?  Do you feel a certain protective "shield" provided by having a conversation in such a fashion?  Have you experienced any changes in the fabric of relationships with family members or friends by moving communications further towards the outer rings of our polar graph? 

Most of us have access to computers at home and at our places of work.  It's amazing when you step back and take inventory of the people in your field of view focused on phone in hand; in the city it hovers around 50%.  I understand the comfort humankind finds in its handheld communication and GPS systems, but what if some outside force, perhaps in the form of solar storms were to disrupt the operation of satellites responsible for this personal guiding light?

Several years ago I had a conversation about the impending age when our telephones will contain all information and media that make us.  Our entire music and movie collections, rentals, internet, books, magazines, and cable television.  Facebook like interfaces, or "dashboards" become the operating system of this "all-in-one."  All of our preferences, tastes, and property will compile a personality profile.  All of our web activity, purchases, and general consumption will be monitored and calculated to paint a clear definition of us.  Like the scene in Minority Report when Tom Cruise's character walks through the mall barraged with holographic advertisements making sales pitches directly at him based on his shopping history and habits.  This happens currently in the virtual arena.  The web monitors sites you've seen and literally caters its ads to places you've been.  An obvious example of this is Facebook advertising, generated uniquely for you based on your "likes" and your friends.

We are now on the dawn of this "personal pod" era.  With the invention of the "iPad" and exponential advancement in digital technology, within a few years our cell phones will be the epicenter of individual existence.  

Imagine a dock at home, in your car, and at work.  Plug in at home to set your lighting and heating preferences, your music or television, movies or sports.  You're driving down the highway with your phone plugged in, the advertising on the radio, the billboards you drive past changing as you move along; catered to your preferences.  Every thing you buy, every word you say or type placed into a database designed to make you a perfectly predictable consumer.  Of course the device is also a telephone and video camera, easily activated when deemed necessary.  Think of the scenes in The Dark Knight when Bruce Wayne hands Luscious Fox a comprehensive digital map of Gotham, created by harnessing every phone receiver and using the sound to build a sonar grid of the city.

This example is no longer far-fetched or science fiction.  It's simply an example of the possibilities we face in our world of ever increasing technological advancement.  My dialogue on the "pod" topic was more mathematical than imaginative.  Most trends can be predicted with a quick study of history matched with popular culture.  The big brother scenario has evolved from fear of privacy in our homes, to fear of willingly turning ourselves into open books; predictable humanoid consumption units.  

This is not intended to be a lecture on technological dependence, but a commentary on social evolution.  The question is are we better off with our modern tools of communication?  Are our relationships more complete and fulfilling with the abundance of access we currently enjoy?

I will continue to reach out through this medium, but know if I had my choice, I'd prefer to keep it in the center of the graph.

COGNITIVE DISSONANCE

Are people out there evolving and learning to read between the lines? Is the media still operating at it's same old speed, up to its same old tricks? Does it seem like people are beginning to come around on the reality of our circumstance? Have you felt a weakening in the official story? Is there hope that people will learn to start brushing away the clouds created to distort their vision?

Though news stories and mass media continue to guide public perspective, times like these encourage people to reconsider the ancient laws of nature and common sense. As political, economic, and military movement continue down their dark path, people have started their transition back into classical, rational lines of thinking. I'm not speaking of the population represented in print and television interviews/surveys . . nor the hoards of people moving through the streets and popular trends like a flock of sheep.

I'm speaking of the people I meet.

More often than not, the people I meet are already halfway to understanding. Those who are oblivious to the information I share with them are almost without exception open and eager to learn more. The common response, which brings me great comfort, is the question of what can we do about it, and how can the word be spread most successfully . .

It's funny how easily people gravitate to truth when it's made available. It's almost like a secret handshake, a symbol of belonging to the group on the just side, not yet able to go public with it.

What a look of relief on the faces of like minded individuals presented with grounded perspective . .
Eyes wide open; freedom found within, unlike anything they've ever felt . .

The mental conflict experienced when people are presented with evidence that their beliefs or assumptions are wrong is known as cognitive dissonance.

On Columbus' first landing in the new world awestruck natives inquired how he and his men traveled to their land, they gestured to their fleet of ships.  The natives looked out on the water, squinted, adjusted their vision; all the while looking directly out at the ships. The natives were looking exactly where advised, ships plainly in sight, but invisible to them. The concept of such tremendous vessels, traveling across such a mass of water, was so foreign to these people, their minds could not translate what was directly in front of them.

Many souls exist under these same conditions today . . seemingly impossible to register reality as it unfolds . .

Recognition = Cognitive Dissonance.

It's only a phase.

An uncomfortable state of limbo between two roads.

One road has been traveled by the overwhelming masses since the dawn of the age. The other is uncertain; yet rich with opportunity clamoring for discovery.

Understanding a problem is halfway to its solution.

The road less traveled has plenty of room for travelers; fresh air and water, no traffic, no deception or confusion, no destination; just the promise of a peaceful future . . a balanced, fruitful age of clarity and growth . .

. . and transition.



I have lived on the lip of insanity
Wanting to know reasons
Knocking on a door, it opens
I have been knocking from the inside!
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī

A NEW TRADITION

"Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away." CHARLES DICKENS, Pickwick Papers, 1836

I vividly remember the feeling I had as a child, driving to and from church on Christmas Eve. From the dark and windy Daniel Webster Highway to downtown Nashua, Main Street lined with trees elegantly lit with white lights.  All radio stations' holiday music catalogs wide open, cheerful spirit across the board. A light snow falls from above, illuminated by headlights and streetlamps. 

Entering church; "halls" decked, large advent wreath with a single white candle hangs front and center wrapped in a large white bow. Stained glass windows back lit by floodlights, cast iron candle holders fashioned at the ends of each pew, 3 glowing white candlesticks in each. The full choir uniquely accompanied by the young bell ringers; pipe organ full tilt in the front, brass horns in the back.  The musky scent of incense throughout the cathedral.

It had been nearly a decade when I attempted to recreate this scene last December 24th. 

I've made quite a habit; indeed a ritual, of walking down memory lane as much as possible when visiting home. I suppose the older we get, the more we cling to those memories that want to fade as the years roll by. Lately, the Christmas season has assumed a different shape than the one built by the post-WWII baby boomers. The loving couple with their adoring 2.5 children remains the idealistic American vision; however with the changing times come changing traditions. As with most evolving traditions, it's best to recognize the motion of the times, and adapt . .

All things exist in cycles, the calendar year is a prime example. The energy felt in our daily lives is shaped by the days, weeks, months, and seasons constituting our year. I was just commenting the other day about how much our lives are geared around visits from, and to, our friends and family. As the years progress, relationships grow better defined, as does my appreciation. Time, distance, maturity, and evolution combine to generate understanding as traditions continue to spring fourth . .

It's a Wonderful Life, The Nutcracker, Bing Crosby, Charlie Brown, A Christmas Carol, Home Alone, The Polar Express, Nat King Cole, Star Wars, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, The Grinch, The Messiah, The Night Before Christmas, 24 hours of A Christmas Story, Die Hard, Elf; the list has no end . .

Traditions come about in all shapes and forms at all different times. What constitute holiday traditions in some homes are the furthest from in others. For me, the trick to keeping Christmas time special is the practice of separating the commercial from the genuine. When holiday goods are displayed in stores at the beginning of October, I smile and recognize the comedy of our economy. As cashiers continue to be replaced by automated self-checkout machines; as the morale of those who remain continues to decline; I relax and take peace in the fact that it's only capitalism.

It's not real.

As you watch the classic, golden tungsten Christmas lights steadily replaced by the futuristic, bluish "long-life" fluorescence around town; please remember that the true value of the holiday season is not found in external materials, but in the hearts and memories of all people.

While much of the world finds great comfort in the religious, faith-backed causes for the season; and they should . . 

I suggest a new tradition . . 

Let's recognise and dissolve all categories which separate us for this brief period of time; and recognise how easily this experiment could be stretched out over the entire year. Let's recognise the true value of our time and those most deserving of it. Let's look through the superficial, man made classifications which plague most of us . . and celebrate the unlimited opportunities available to us if we could only evolve to our true capabilities. 

Peace and Love to each and all of you.

"I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -- apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys."             A Christmas Carol, 1843

LINCOLN FRAME OF MIND

“I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, and stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong.” 


Though less traditional as the years advance; I am pleased once again to watch the seasons progress as the holidays approach.

To begin most bike rides, I head a mile north, then east to the lake.  I do this because of the Lincoln statue that stands behind the Chicago History Museum.  The foliage surrounding the monument is a beautiful indication of the seasons; the statue itself is a marvel; and the man represented is one of the finest this nation has ever produced.

Upon approach, I develop a feeling of reverence; I adjust my energy, music, and imagination to embody the feeling a Union Soldier might have felt around the Commander in Chief during the Civil War.  I catch first glimpse of his silhouette 50 yards out; keep my eyes trained until I coast to the base of the monument . . 5 miles per hour; eyes fixed; I speak.

"I'm trying".

Lincoln's integrity resonates so deeply that knowledge of his very existence ennobles all willing to follow his example.  His legacy and influence bear such strength that those willing to recognize right from wrong and let their actions be motivated by the difference, should be considered equals.

Through reason and force, Lincoln unified the nation.

Veteran's Day has just past,
Thanksgiving is just around the corner . . 

The men and women of the United States Armed Forces are cherished for serving our country.  More accurately we salute the soldiers for fighting, risking their lives for the stars and stripes, and what they represent.  We express gratitude, feel remorse for their sacrifice, our hearts bleed for their pain and distress . .

Yet, we seldom ponder the roots of armed conflict; causes that lead us to perpetual battle on foreign land.  We honor those who have fallen, we commemorate some wars by name and the years in which they took place. The bloodshed and young lives taken make discussion of why we were involved in these affairs irrelevant.  When the topic does see the light of day, the reasons for our involvement are black and white, without room for interpretation.  Indeed, our nature has led us to a line of thinking where a human casualty strengthens a cause, and nullifies reason.

This entry was inspired largely by an idea that sparked in my mind a few weeks ago.  I realized that only through the invention of gun powder, and all technological advancement since, has this empire had the ability to reign over all nations.  Only through achievement in science does the current ruling body maintain control.  All styles of combat, all forms of martial arts from all nations and times were rendered obsolete once war was mechanized.  This isn't to say that the nation with the most toys wins regardless of circumstance; Vietnam was more than a lesson in this.  However, what it does say is that thousands of years of hand to hand combat techniques are brought to a level playing field when Uncle Sam opens his tool shed.  Men and women who've known nothing of war, nor their forefathers, are combat ready warriors with 6 months of training, and an automatic weapon.   

We've gone so far in advancing military technology; advertising for war based video games is nearly indistinguishable from that for the US Armed Forces . .

Call of Duty: Operation Enduring Freedom?

I propose that if President Lincoln had not been shot; had he lived to see his 200th birthday last year, he would have been strictly against all foreign intervention since his term in Washington.  He would demand an end to all comparison between him and the current president.  Abe Lincoln's name and image have been celebrated and honored for more than a century, yet few acknowledge how vehemently he would oppose the state of the union since his untimely passing.

A man like Lincoln, under no circumstance, would authorize the construction of an Atomic Bomb.

Or its use.

I would not presume to claim personal insight to the deepest thoughts of Lincoln.  Yet, I can say he was a man of reason; and based on the historical record, reason may have left the White House the same time he did.  

This is why I seek the Lincoln frame of mind.


"Every time that we state a truth, we must know that truth destroys all that is unlike itself and frees the thought of the one whom we wish to help and heal . . . Truth is, just as much as God is; and the whole world is coming gradually to the realization of it. Keep the truth within your own soul, lift your own self above the confusion of life, and then people will believe" Ernest Holmes

PREVENTATIVE MEASURES

Focus on the positive. The glass is half full. 
We are in a rough patch, it will pass . . .

Throughout the month of October, the most respected skyline in the western hemisphere is accented with pink highlights. Pink floodlights fixed on the tallest antennae, projection lighting panels switched from white to pink throughout the city.

America's modern distraction of preference, the National Football League, is also accessorized from head to toe with pink throughout the month.

I assume all who read this recognize that this "pink" represents breast cancer awareness in American culture, much like "red" represents aids awareness; and as of this year, "teal" represents ovarian cancer awareness.

For the sake of argument, please think of this white text on black background as awareness awareness.

As I grow older, the writing on the walls around me gets easier and easier to decipher. Some techniques are obscure, sometimes making me smirk with their clever deception. Others clamor so loudly, reek of such "bait and switch" corruption, that I can't avoid frustration.

The inception of this interpretation, and perhaps strongest example of this technique was the implementation of American flags on automobiles after the attacks of 9/11. The way in which "patriotism" was bolstered by such a disgusting, improbable operation deeply frustrated me. Each sticker represented another lost soul, clueless to the ramifications of that day, and who was truly responsible for those unspeakable acts.

The motivation for this entry was the influx of pink as I look around my city, and around the NFL. This is such a blatant shell game that it boggles my mind. Like the yellow "Live Strong" bracelets, Gap's "Red" initiative, and America's short lived "Text money to Haiti" craze . . . pink October reeks of yet another misappropriation of funds. While there's plenty of discussion about looking for a cure, in this instance, "awareness" indicates early detection followed by treatment. It goes without saying that I look forward to the eradication of all cancer; the principle argument is how we are best equipped to go about this.

Preventative measures are our strongest weapons against such afflictions. But there can be no nationwide rally around such a concept. If simple, straight forward diet and lifestyle advice were proven effective, would the powers that be broadcast these remedies? (please see attached link) If a cure were developed, would it be made available and spread to all people infected throughout the world regardless of cost?  How many billions of dollars are spent each year in the US alone to treat infected patients? How many hundreds of thousands are employed exclusively due to this process? How long until we recognize that money thrown at a problem is not converting to tangible work the way it's advertised?

Our perception is guided by cameras and computers, imagery and popular opinion. Our reality is, and has been, manufactured by architects of history far beyond comprehension, well beyond any traditional education. Promotion of free thought is all but lost in American society . .

The causes our nation rallies behind are determined by committees comprised of unelected officials. There is no vote, or quantifying measure to decide which challenges are worthy of our attention and united efforts. There's no convenient explanation why, for example; the earthquake that ravaged Haiti earned our genuine concern, while just a few years prior similar circumstances devastated island nations of southeast Asia yielding little more than media coverage . .

The truth is, there is an agenda. Causes that fit the agenda are embraced, exploited, and paraded from sea to shining sea. Events are fabricated and exaggerated to promote this Agenda.

The Agenda is Profit.
Profit equals Wealth.
Wealth equals Control.
The great awakening has begun . . 

It's Black & White.


http://www.naturalnews.com/030020_breast_cancer_awareness.html

EARTH

"We depend upon free inquiry and free access to knowledge. We humans have seen the atoms which constitute all of nature and the forces that sculpted this work and others. We have found that the molecules of life are easily formed under conditions throughout the cosmos. We have mapped the molecular machines of the heart of life. We have discovered a microcosm in a drop of water; we have peered into the bloodstream and down on the stormy planet to see the earth as a single organism." -Carl Sagan

I was up late the other night working on some music, studio monitor headphones plugged into my computer.  I paused the music and removed my headphones to discover an electrical buzz ringing throughout the apartment.  I checked the television: it was off.  I checked the stereo: also powered off.  Vibrations in the walls are sometimes generated from the building's heating and cooling system; I checked them: nothing.  Finally, I walked over to check the seal of our large, metal-framed windows, turned the latch, and the sound stopped.  Puzzled, I re-latched the window, began to step away as the buzz came back:  sharp, piercing . .  I looked up, eye level out towards the city, there it was . .  

Nearly 100 yards above the earth, on a window outside the 29th floor, a green, grasshopper-looking insect 2" in length.  I peered in for a closer look, flashlight in hand.  Antennae oscillating in circles, the sides of the torso pulsing rapidly in and out like the lungs of a fatigued runner . .

Have you ever watched an insect breathe? 

My last entry focused on changes in nature, many from our influence.  Much of the reading and research I've done since my move to Chicago has centered around the interconnected nature of existence . . the energy that surrounds and binds us to everything else.  I've also been learning about the connection between nature and time-- cycles and behaviors of life that we're only now beginning to recognize.  The unexpected and surprising habits of insects and animals have been clamoring for attention of late; what their actions are pointing towards is not yet clear . . . but certainly worthy of a closer look.

The idea of our entire planet forming a single organism flooded my head last Sunday morning.  I had embraced the notion years ago, but for some reason, on this particular morning, a crystal clear vision and understanding of this concept formed in my mind.  I was driving back to the city from a friend's lake house in Wisconsin when it came to me.  Perhaps spawned from some time spent away from the urban scape, or maybe thinking of new friends and my connection to them . . . probably a mix of the two.  

The literal concept quickly turned visual as I began to imagine positive energy created between my friends and I as glowing light.  I saw a moving image of dots on the globe, creative souls gathering together working towards a common goal, more and more light radiating as the dot collective increased.  This light represented positive change, healing, solving of problems, solutions to the planets ills.  The vision was the result of recognizing our capabilities as a human race unified . . . 

a greater understanding of "harvesting star light" as Carl put it.   

Imagine each earthly element playing the role of a single cell.  Just like cells of the human body, earth elements unite to create forms, perform specific functions, and combat obstacles.  Imagine an infrared satellite image of Earth from orbit . .  telescope in and focus on individual regions or bodies of land . . imagine the light you're zooming in on representing positive, nurturing activity and the people responsible for it.

The light in our model is only a stimulating symbol for an actual field of energy.  I'm not aware of any device capable of physically capturing an image of this energy, but its existence is concrete.  This force is perhaps the least understood and most important layer of existence.  The concept has been around since the earliest civilizations but like so many other great understandings, has yet to receive popular embrace in the new world. 

As darker, less predictable times approach it will become more and more important that we farm and harvest this star light . . .

Our destiny has our children, and children's children inheriting a planet requiring their illumination . . . 

We must work to understand our responsibility for this moment in time . . . and shine.

MODIFICATION

The formation of the universe, creation of planets, and origin of life have been interpreted from varied perspectives since the dawn of time.

From whichever school of thought you hail, one thing must be held as universal truth; Earth's complex systems of life are our greatest examples of perfection.  

The solutions to our most challenging obstacles are more and more often solved through natural means.  The further our technological advancement reaches, the more it replicates nature.   

Nature is perfect.

As our planet evolves, obvious visible changes in nature are present all around us.  

Visible; even through insects.  

The variety and volume of low-altitude spiders in the South Bay was astonishing.  I often recount the scene at a late summer game at Dodger Stadium a few years back.  Freakishly large, incredibly fast moths, with what looked like a protective exoskeleton were flying around the park in huge numbers.  It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and something I knew I'd never forget.   

The Windy City has showcased countless high-rise window spiders, massive groups of dragonflies along Lake Michigan, and the deafening siren-like buzz of male cicadas from the tree lined parks.  I've read about the cicadas natural cycle, they historically appear en mass once every 17 summers.  However this year, due to extremely hot conditions without much rainfall, they've appeared 4 years before scheduled.  There was another scene months back on my building's roof deck; the air had an automotive exhaust like smell and feel to it.  Small, fly like bugs were hovering in swarms while hundreds of small birds darted around the theater, presumably feasting on the insects.  

Years of air and water pollution have provided great assistance in creating our current conditions.  

From ecosystems, to weather conditions, to physical human features, alterations throughout nature have made significant impact throughout our world.

This is one of the most ominous signs of our time.

Aside from unfortunate cases of birth defects/deformities, humans are compiled of elements handed down from family members who came before.  Features of the face, body shape, hair pattern, skin tone; all derived from generations past. 

The first notion that some natural born feature of the young woman, or young man, does not fit the parameters society has agreed upon . . . medical science has a solution for sale.

Modification.

This is an alarming step in our "evolution".

The further society leans towards appearance over substance, the greater the demand for cosmetic modification.  

The complexities of nature and the time in which we live make it difficult for us to break down the events and advancement around us into pieces of a great puzzle.  However, the more you allow yourself to accept, the easier it is to digest.

The population in American/European influenced world has agreed upon an ultimate image of beauty.  Celebrity has set the tone for attractive versus ugly.  When young girls are born nearly perfect in this day in age, the one feature out of proportion can be surgically modified.

This single move is a blatant disrespect for natural order.

In all cases I've been witness to, there is no such thing as singular surgery when it comes to personal modification.  Please refer to the greatest celebrities of our time as the years progress . . . notice the changes in their appearances . .

It becomes as regular as a fitness routine, or a drug addiction.

There is born an unquenchable need for approval, and an unending quest for "beauty".

These are the circumstances we are faced with.

The notion of "man playing god" is far more than a popular cliche.  It is a concept that holds world changing implications.  There is no way to quantify exactly how or to what degree order is disturbed; there's simply a feeling that something is out of place.  The greater influence children have on their parents, the more adults try to preserve appearance of youth; the more artificial relationships become.  The old adage "it's what inside that counts" seems to be yesterday's news.  I often muse at how awesome movies were when actors were picked for their talent before their looks.  These days the most evil characters you'll find on the screen are just as beautiful as the male and female leads.  We are so focused on the surface of our reality, depth is all but ignored.

As has been the overall theme of the Smog Chronicles since inception; substance is forever greater than appearance.  Creation is the example; all we must do is pay attention, and follow her lead.  Harmony between man and his surroundings is essential to the survival of both.   Alterations to the landscape, or the human face, are a disruption to life in session.  What seems like an insignificant alteration creates a disconnect that can never fully reconnect.

As part of nature, we are perfect exactly the way god created us.

Digital Underground - No Nose Job

THE SANDS OF TIME

The beaches of southern Maine are blanketed with soft white sand.

Out on the Atlantic, along with an array of sailboats; countless buoys dot the horizon.  Most of them are attached to lobster traps on the sea floor.  A single-propeller plane, with a lettered sign in tow, pans the length of the beach advertising a local restaurant.   A gentle sea breeze carries the sound of gulls, waves crashing, children playing, and traces of Red Sox baseball on AM radio.

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Twenty miles north of the Port of Los Angeles, just north of the Palos Verdes peninsula; South Santa Monica Bay, California.  Sand ranges from fine to course; much imported by trucks over the years.  A fine grey dust coats the beach.  Tire tracks.  A power plant towers above to the east.  The area is host to three oil refineries;  three tanker ships are within eye shot on the Pacific.  International waters, where much of the city's waste is deposited, begin just 5 miles off the coast.  Helicopters chop north and south along the shoreline throughout the day.

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My mother grew up working on her family farm in Aroostook County, Maine.  On a visit home to New England few years back, I walked with her to a stream she and her siblings use to drink from.  Her enthusiasm with how cold and clear the water was had me immediately embrace this simple pleasure.  

Much of the surrounding farm land was quiet;  having not been harvested in years.  

Each time I visit, I hold close how much it feels like it must have fifty years ago . . 

Houlton, ME is as close as I've been to the way things were.

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The city of Chicago is America's best answer to the Pyramids of Egypt.  A man made marvel with each structure more unique and impressive than the last.  An amazing array of architectural variances from an incredible stretch of time. With a simply look, it's obvious how it earned the title; "City of the Century".  

My year here has brought me great perspective of past meeting present.  

From Boston, to Los Angeles, to Chicago; I've been living within cutting edge surroundings for over a decade.  From growing up in a small town in New Hampshire; my instincts had me looking towards the bigger and more extravagant.  Yet, something ancient in me has had me yearning for simpler times since the beginning . .  

My latest port of call has provided a greater sense of being.

The question: Are we better off today than we were in the past?

The debate will never reach a conclusion; there are too many valid points to each side . .  

Before the industrial revolution, the planet was a far cleaner, healthier place.  Before television and internet, parents had far more command of their children's education and exposure to the world.  Before personal electronic communication, people had more meaningful relationships with one another.  Before the discovery of oil and natural gas, our food was more natural and wholesome, and the population was sustainable.

On the other hand; industry has pushed medical technology to a stage eons beyond the imagination of previous generations.  Life expectancy has practically doubled over the past few centuries.  Children have access to unlimited volumes of information; well beyond the limitations of their local public libraries.  Electronic communications have enabled people to connect from all corners of the globe; given people the ability to remain a click away from those they'd like to keep in contact with.  Fossil fuels have not only created an unprecedented increase in population, but also kept it comfortable to this point.  Fuel has also enabled us convenient access to all nations on Earth via automobile, train, sea vessel, and airplane.    

Quality of life is not quantifiable . .

There is no way to properly score the advantage to disadvantage ratio of old versus new . . 

It's all a matter of opinion.

I like to think things were much simpler and less stressful before the information age went ballistic.  I fully embrace the modern luxuries I possess and recognize the great challenges of years long ago . .  

But at what cost?

As technology stacks upon technology, disinformation stacks upon information, commerce paves across earth, oil invades ecosystems, and distraction clogs television and radio waves . . 

I tend to believe less just might be more.

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I'm heading back east in the morning for a week and a half.  I look forward to returning to the nature and personal who raised me.  I look forward to seeing the people who helped shape my foundation.

I'm thankful technology enabled me to get this message to you.

Sand continues to pass through the hourglass . . .

http://www.independent.co.uk/environment/the-worlds-rubbish-dump-a-garbage-tip-that-stretches-from-hawaii-to-japan-778016.html

MAINSTREAM SUPERHIGHWAY

The road is paved from end to end.

There are streetlights every hundred yards.

Construction is perpetual; exits made fewer and further between with each passing day. The course is set; there are no alternate routes.

Speed limits are strictly enforced and staggered with traps. Just when a motorist finds a comfortable cruising pace, the limit drops, leaving him vulnerable to capture. There are cameras monitoring movement at every intersection and toll booth. The only real open space is found in extremely unpopulated areas, during the dark hours of early morning. Congestion; slow moving traffic is the general condition.

All information available on the mainstream superhighway originates from the same source. It is broadcast in several formats through a variety of channels. The music available is limited to the approved play list by the approved distributors. All news stories have been selected, filtered, and accepted for broadcast by the controlling interests. Television and feature films are subject to the same inspection and editing.

Human habits are obvious and alike on the Superhighway. Each person acts in accordance with the person in front of them. Everyone falls in line on the predictable path; paved smooth, brightly lit. All ingest the same diet of information, taking cues from the reactions of all the people around them. They encounter the same driving hazards at the same time and react in harmony. As the first person reacts, so too will the hundredth. There's no room for speculation driving along the Mainstream, no one dares to venture from the accepted interpretation, there's no room for original thought and behavior.

There is a better route.

It's known as the road less traveled.

The state does not provide light down this path.  You're required to provide your own. You're best prepared learning to operate under moonlight.

The path is not straight.

It isn't smooth.

There are no traffic lights or street signs; monitoring or interference by police. You'll rarely run into traffic; free to move at your own pace.

The news stories do not benefit corporations, or place false blame on innocent people or countries. Information does not surface to bolster patriotism, nor distract from international misdoing. News on this road less traveled does not avoid the on-going destruction of planetary ecosystems from the pillaging of earths remaining natural resources.

The movies rarely reach blockbuster status, and never make the list of "biggest opening weekends". They come it all shapes and sizes, from an endless collection of tremendously creative forces. The stories have meaning; heart.

The music is not judged based on its position on the pop-charts, or number of albums sold. It comes from all corners of the globe from infinitely varying people, instruments, and methods. The sound is what determines music's quality, not popularity.

The television programs are found mainly late at night, many on public broadcasting, many uncensored and available only through premium channels. The perspective presented is often considered "fringe" or "counter-cultural". There are no liberal or conservative platforms; only a clear distinction between right and wrong.

The Mainstream Superhighway was designed to funnel the masses into a predictable, stable state of normalcy. American history is written following it's signs, guidelines, and limitations. Riding the superhighway requires no thought; decisions are limited . .

Won't you join me in breaking this fragile eggshell that has contained us for so long?  Won't you look at things for what they are, rather than as they appear?  Could you look at your existence through new eyes, exploring the unlimited possibilities and potential you hold?  

For every hill you climb, every crooked path you explore; strength is built, knowledge is gained.  

Each obstacle you face, all challenges beckoned; yield priceless experience and insight.

We are the creators; we are the individuals with the power to determine the future of this nation, and our planet.  Earth gives us all the lessons we could ever need, if we've only the wisdom to listen.  Sustainability requires us all to stray from the Mainstream Superhighway.  New methods are required; the great awakening will not come about following the old norms.  We are too incredible a species to be simplified into categories; herded like mindless, voiceless sheep.  If you're ever feeling insignificant, powerless; drop me a line . . . I will always make time to explain your infinite strength, contribution, and potential.


"Do not follow where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path, and leave a trail" -Ralph Waldo Emerson

ORIENTATION

Being human is like a guest house.
Each morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all.
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice; meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. 
-RUMI


Personal communication has advanced to a point where we're able to remain in touch with as many people as we like; to whatever extent we choose. As our collections of "friends" on the web continue to grow, how are the depths of our relationships affected? Is it possible that the easier it is to keep in touch, the more remote our connections become?

Each who reads this message has left a valuable, impacting impression on my life in some way. Through the miracle of modern technology; two weeks back, I was able to lift over 100 of your e-mail addresses with the click of a button.

I was unexpectedly pleased, in a unique and unfamiliar way, from a single click.

The Smog Chronicles began nearly a year ago. Prior to this posting there were around 50 recipients, more or less comprised of anyone who's phone number I've had.

There isn't any advertising or product placement here. No donations requested or surveys to be filled out. No "groups" to join, "becoming a fan", "likes", or "friend requests".

Here I share discovery, insight, and truth.

I'm not reaching out to each of you because I want something; I'm reaching out because I have something to give you.

Love.

With the mass increase of recipients, there's a good chance this letter, and ones to follow, will be automatically routed to your spam folders. It's possible that some of you might feel my words right at home with the rest of your "junk mail". Others might simply find difficulty processing and accepting what I have to share. Though I sincerely hope you read this message and embrace it's singular calling, if you'd prefer not to be bothered with it, please let me know . .

By no means would I attempt to add water to a glass that's already full.

You are reading these words because you mean more to me than can be relayed through the generic confines of Facebook. As I continue to craft entries, the knowledge that you might take time out of your day to check in with me and my perspective will provide great inspiration for me to shine light as best as I can.

The first 16 entries are accessible in the blog archive on the right side of your page should you choose to absorb the foundation of this effort.

Those who've been along since the beginning; thanks for your perpetual endorsement.

Everything is connected.  

Everyone is connected.

THE SMOG WARRIOR

On the day I was born into this world, four of our planets were separated from each other by square aspects, 90 degrees apart.  There was one planet in each astrological element; fire, earth, air, and water.  In astrology, this is known as a Grand Cross.  Each sign, represented by a planet's position, contains the same strength of quality, working to nullify it's counterpart.  This effect pulls a person in many directions, generally leading to indecisiveness and inability to produce concrete achievements.  It is said to require extraordinary efforts to overcome the conflict generated in a Grand Cross . . . Those who succeed are known to achieve remarkable personal growth and self-fulfillment.

Los Angeles; 2004.

Green Jeep Wrangler Sahara hauling through the city on the 110 South at 80 miles per hour. 

No top. 

Soundtrack: a blistering electronic dose . . Each night from Pasadena to Redondo Beach . . The skyline, the energy of the city, bright shining lights.  Strong winds.

Smog is invisible when the sun goes down.

I'd just picked up a Fuji 24 speed; the South Bay was too inviting to live long without the freedom of spinning 2 wheels on the bike path along the shore . .

Pacific sunsets.

Midnight rides.

Techno.  Film Score.  Hard Rock.  Push-Ups.  Hip-Hop.  Trance Blues.  Heavy Metal.  Pull-Ups.  Tenacity.

For the first time in my life, I was able to taste the air around me.

I had become The Smog Warrior.

I knew my situation would ultimately prove beneficial in my understanding the way of the world; the fabric of my surroundings. 

I was exploring who I was; where I was.

Seasons dissolved . .  Life without weather . .  Wildfires . .

I developed a feeling that the poor air quality could be transformed from hazardous, to constructive, by building immunity.  My respiratory system would strengthen to help combat the toxic air.  I took pride in the fact that my open-air means of transportation was both unique and extreme.  The way I saw it, no one in the city was taking in oxygen, or pollution, at the same rate, speed, or volume that I was.

Living in the media capital of the world with intent to fill one of the the most coveted positions of all, in a pool of competition, odds against me stacked through the roof . .

During a rough time half-way through my California tenure, an older friend of mine laid the following quote on me: "Christ Benny, you're like me, you see a smooth path between the mountains and choose to head straight into the steepest, most difficult climb over them."

Is it any surprise that after 5 years spinning my wheels, shifting focus from one arena to the next, a calling comes into clear focus, and is possibly the greatest challenge one could imagine?

How do you go about coaxing an entire population to unlearn most information conditioned upon them since birth?  How do you invite someone to revaluate everything they think they know about history, life, Earth, and their nations role in it?  How can you illustrate the necessity of a great awakening in order to fix the planet and protect all its inhabitants?

Just as I've catalyzed smog infected air into respiratory vaccine, my job is to ingest smog-ridden media, and yield pure uncut truth . .

The public, by in large, is in fear of or overwhelmed by, such a potent dose of truth . . it is so different than all they've come to assume as their reality.

It's easy to understand folks; life on our planet can only resume for some time to come if we play an active role in protecting her natural cycles.  The lifestyle we've come to know as "normal" must be reevaluated and adjusted based on a new energy structure and medium.  Oil, natural gas, and all other combustable fossil fuels are made of ancient life . . . Just as manure is rotated from waste to the key component of new food growth, natural resources must too exist in a cycle.  But for generations, they have not. 

These resources are finite.  Presently, our energy use is infinite.

Each person who reads this holds irreplaceable value.  Regardless of your opinions, allegiances, and beliefs, your merit is unmatched.  If I am to supersede the odds and reach the greatest of all accomplishments, you will be principally responsible . . . and deserving of much credit.

It's not easy to remove yourself from the crowd and stand up for what you truly believe in.

The Chronicles have only just begun.