Much has changed in the world just in the last year.  To name the major changes would take up much of the space here and this isn’t what this is about.  To quote on current events in a place like a blog makes the information seem dated and not relatable in the future to whoever reads these words.   Most people are complex and change just as the news and social media.  A social media post is a narrow glimpse into the mind of poster at the current moment and in the grand scheme of things irrelevant.  To look back at a post or a news article from a year ago or ten years ago is usually irrelevant and could be treated with nostalgia for a time that has past. 

What if… and what about… and whatever comes after those words are irrelevant all the time.  Life doesn’t operate on ‘what if’s’.  ‘What about’ is usually followed by a contradictory statement about something other than the subject at hand.  Life operates on the here and now and what has already happened.  Science operates in the same manner.  It’s the measurable quantum that is subjected, not the reason behind its existence.  The reason behind something is subjective and can be argued against.  These may simply be hackneyed ideas that you’ve read somewhere else on some other occasion when in some other frame of mind. 

My point here is this times change.  Things change.  People change.  Life does that to everyone to a certain extent.  Here’s a story to illustrate my point: 

There was a young man of about 20 years old.  No wife.  No children.  He had money to do as he pleased.  In the following 15 years, he gambled, he traveled, he dated many women, but never very long, he drank, he rested, he met many people.  He experienced life.  He learned from his errors.  He was thankful for his gains and losses.  Every day that passed, less surprised him because he had experienced more.  He saw that many things simply just didn’t matter in the grand scheme of life.  The sun was going to come up every morning and the sun went away every night.  Babies were born every day, and people of all ages, colors, and genders died every day.  Nothing was a shock, because as he grew older, he saw that all of life is monotony that is interrupted with unscheduled bouts of chaos. 

​He became older and found a wife, had children, and saw his parents decline in health.  He valued what he had, but wished for no fame, no glory, and only prayed for more money to pay his debts to allow him more time at home than time at work.  He valued time, not possessions.  He valued real memories and experiences over the vapid adoration and senseless arguments confined within social media.  He valued timeless wisdom and overall contentment over temporary possessions. 
Some would say in his later years that he became a cynical old man who had no excitement in him, but this was far from the truth.  The world around him became more about instantaneous gratification and façade of beauty while becoming less about the wisdom that comes with age and the quality and rarity of special moments.  The things that were glorified were things that didn’t concern him.  He saw the decline of society, and how it had changed the people around him.  The world changed. He changed.  Yet, one of those changes was not for the better.
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                              Find what matters.  Value your time.  Cherish your moments. 
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This was something I wanted to add to my story that takes place between 1867 and 1900, but DNA had not been discovered to the extent I go into detail with this essay. So, I'm just posting it here. Yet, if I get a good response, I may add it to the story despite its historical inaccuracy.

 

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            As I created a fire from trash and other refuse from around my home, I came to a realization that was blatantly obvious. I doubt that I could have come across this conclusion if I had not been as well rested on this summer solstice day. My mind works much better and much more efficient when I am well rested and not the least bit hungry, thirsty, or have my mind on anything other than the task at hand. As I stood and watched the fire I saw the smoke come off of the flames in a swirling helical motion that seemed to be just like the double helix of human DNA and reminiscent of the caduceus. As I watched, I wondered if the fire itself was alive, but in a different aspect of all living creatures. Perhaps the fire was a disease which consumed anything and everything until it was entirely consumed. I wondered if every fire I have ever started had a life of its own. Was it a rapid yet visually stunning disease of sorts that was clearly destroying anything in its surroundings? Were the molecules of the wood and refuse that were burning being taken into the air to dissipate only to be reincarnated into something else at a later date? As I saw the helical motion of the smoke, I imagined that this may be a clear sign that the secret of our DNA is just that…fire. Did not the ancients, soothsayers, medicine men and palm readers say that man was constructed of the four elements? The four elements known to early man were fire, water, air, and earth. 
            Are not, we, human beings parts of all four of these? Is it not said that we are created out of the dust of the earth in many different origin stories all throughout the world? Yet, after study, did scientists not find that we are mostly made of water? The air we breathe is what fuels us, and without it we are without the breath of life that maintains our existence. Is it not a fire in our hearts and souls that power our dreams, our wants and our desires? We may be made of innumerable cells and of various elements of the periodic table, but the ancients had it correct.  As time moves on, I do believe that the sciences will prove what the students of the ancient world already knew. The answers to life’s mysteries are not mysteries at all. They are clearly evident to the souls who want to understand the to’s and fro’s of life from every aspect. 

            Earlier in this day, I was pouring water and the way the water flowed out of my container, I saw that it too, was somewhat reminiscent of the caduceus as well.  The spiraled ropelike pattern the water flow showed me that like fire, water was an element that was also in constant motion. While the molecules of frozen water slow down, the molecules of a liquid are always in motion.  One of the most common indications of a living creature is its movement.  It is only fitting that we, as all living creatures of this earth, are mostly constructed of water and that as long as we are of the living, we are just like the rivers and oceans which are in constant movement. 

            It is rather curious that a plant can be born in the soil when the right amount of water is added.  Like mankind, the plants are of the earth and require air and water throughout its life.  However, grass and other plants can come back when they have been long thought to have been dead and gone, after the ground has been excited by fire in the previous season.  Once the land has been burned and charred, it is not uncommon for a field to bear a greener pasture or have plants or flowers that were thought to have been long been destroyed.  It is as if the four elements known by ancient man are not confined only to mankind or the animal kingdom, but to all life.  It’s the water and soil of the earth that construct us, the breath of life that awakens our bodies and the fire of our souls that keep us in going until we are no more.  And after we are gone, we become ashes or we return to the ground by decomposition.  Either way, we return to the very same earth in which we were said to have been created.

Unlike fire which took away life, water gives life.  And for the converse of this idea, one who has a fire in their heart can also drown by too much water when their breath is taken away.  Yet, it takes air and oxygen to create fire, or the soil of the earth or water to finish a fire.  It takes moisture in the air to bring forth precipitation.  And it takes the earth to contain all the water, air and fire that the world has known.  Just as the known elements of the periodic table are used to construct all that’s visible, the four elements of the ancient world work together and against each other in order to create and destroy which is nothing more than the circle of life.

            As I continued to watch the fire, I noticed the movement of the smoke. Of course, the helical motion of the smoke was something that originally triggered my deep contemplation, but this also spawned another simple idea that I had never considered. As I witnessed the smoke travel upwards, as all smoke does, I was reminded of the memories and previous incarnations of the trash and wood. I was reminded of how these items too will return to the earth.  Their molecules will fall to the ground, in the soil and water, and be taken in by the plants and animals.  It will return to the soil which in turn will create new life.

This trash and refuse was a burnt offering, of sorts. And as I thought it possibility of being a burnt offering, I considered what the significance of the burned animal could have been in ancient times. Clearly the gods that were being offered these burnt offerings were not benefiting in any way from the charred animal carcass. But…I asked myself, what if the burnt offering was an idea proposed by the visitors from the heavens? What if, by seeing the smoke from the heavens, the visitors, angels, aliens, gods could see that mankind was adhering to their suggestions?  These burnt offerings were simply reminders of the people to show their respect/love to the aforementioned entities. How else could the angels/aliens/gods see the act of sacrifice if there was no smoke? If the gods/angels/aliens resided in the heavens, are not the heavens, nothing more than the sky itself?  Would not these burnt offerings make sense? It would simply show that mankind was listening to their suggestions. But then again, who am I to question the intentions of those entities greater than me?

            I ask these questions on this sunny solstice, and despite my rambled musings, I know that I will never have a definitive answer to these pondered ideas.  Regardless of my wondering and my answerless questions, my imagination and yearning to understand the workings of life will not perish until the fire in my soul is one day quenched. 

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            To have an open mind doesn’t mean you believe everything that is thrown at you nor does this mean that you are dismissive of all that is said to you.  To me, having an open mind is to be able to see outside of what you normally wouldn’t think of.  In the past few months, my mind has been opened up to different points of view than what I have previously been exposed to.  Am I better off?  Of course, any time you can educate yourself or have life educate you, you’re always a better person for it. 

            I may have said this before, but I look forward to getting older.  I look forward to being able to learn as much as I can about the subjects that already fascinate me and the subjects that I have yet to even hear about.  I look forward to being able to understand people’s patterns of how they act or how they move and being able to deduct what’s going to happen next based on what I have noticed so far.  Learning people, their trains of thought and behaviors will be something that I or anyone else will never have enough time to fully understand.  As the information age matures, we learn (or I learn) that there will never be enough time to understand or learn all that there is out there for a person to study. 
            The things I value now are much different than the things I valued ten years ago.  The value of a conversation with a person with the same mind set is much more valuable than a pretty face.  The value of a friend when you’re down is more valuable than a friend when you’re pleased.  The value of a good night’s sleep is more valuable than a meal sometimes.  Knowing history is more valuable than knowing current events.   Knowing where you’ve been is important, especially if you don’t know where you’re headed. 
            Knowledge comes to those who learn from their mistakes and to those who want to learn.  Wisdom is being able to put the knowledge to good use.  


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           Groundhog Day…February second…The thirty third day of the year.  This is a day that I used as the birthday for Marcus Fox, one of the main characters in the book, The Secret of Mankind.  It’s a day that the groundhog would either see his shadow or would not, and the ensuing result would be the determining factor if there was another six weeks of Winter, or if Spring would be coming soon.  Of course, old wives tales have little to no scientific value and certainly no one person or creature can tell the future, or in this case, the severity of the weather by simply seeing his or her shadow or any other act that is not connected to the cause and effect relationship that which time operates. 

             Also I used this day because it’s the thirty-third day of the year, and the same number of years (33) that Mr. Joseph Fox was away from the United States.  The numbers I throw around at the first of this story are there to show the similarities with numbers involving the year 1900, but all in all, they really don’t mean anything.  In my own time, I have seen that there are always coincidences with dates and numbers, but as time goes on, these numbers, I’ve learned, don’t have any bearing on the future or the present or anything else.  These numbers and dates are strictly coincidences. 

            Just like the groundhog seeing his shadow, no arbitrary act, random number or peculiar coincidence can foretell the future.  No matter how hard we try to make a number or a date become a precursor of things to come, we can’t.  Life happens regardless of the man-made numerical or coincidental details that we like to attach these things to.  Of course, the presentation of Punxsutawney Phil (the famous groundhog in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania) is about bringing the media and onlookers from all over which in turn, brings more revenue to the town, but it’s still just a show. 

            Life happens, and we have to deal with it as it’s presented. Of course, there are things that still defy logic, and things that will be considered uncanny or could be considered miracles, of sorts, but everything happens because some other event happened before it.  This may be obvious, but I’ve seen that you have to know the obvious before you can really know anything else.  Which brings me to two points, I’ll discuss briefly. 

            I read a book a while back called, The Brain Mechanic. (A book you can purchase on the Shop page of this website.) The gist of the book was this: 

 

          Think before you react.          

 

          People usually react to an event due to the frame of mind that they are in when the event happens.  For example, if you’re sitting in a chair in a room and all of a sudden someone comes along and knocks you out of the chair.  Your reaction will vary depending on what you were thinking about prior to you being knocked out of the chair.  You may laugh, if you’re in a good mood, or may be ready to fight, if in a bad mood.  What I gathered from reading this book and this scenario is this:  Take the random, unrelated events that you have no control over…take these happenings at face value.

          In anything that happens to you, only react to the event itself.  Don’t read into it more than what is there.  Dismiss your previous notions or predetermined biases, and just react to what happen.  Try to find out why it happened before you react.  I say this because if we know the cause and effect in most situations, we are less likely to over react and make things worse. 

            And my other point is this, just like Groundhog Day, we can’t foretell of what’s going to happen based on anything, but the events that happened prior to what is about to happen.  Our actions are the effects of previous causes and they lead to other effects.  Life is a continuous flow of events.  Again, this is this is stating the obvious, but my point is this:   

                                   

            The future is what we make of it. 

           

            For example: You can’t win the lottery if you don’t play.  You can’t become a millionaire if all you do is dream or wish.  You can’t do anything until you try to do it.  Dreams are just random wishes, if you don’t put a plan into place and turn these wishes into real tangible things that you want to accomplish. 

            It’s taken me a while to understand that consistent bad luck isn’t a real thing.  You bring things on yourself because of bad decisions and making the same mistakes over and over.  If you say that a planet was in a certain movement around the sun is why bad things happen (commonly known as ‘mercury in retrograde’), is about as logical as believing that the six weeks of winter will be determined solely by the actions of a groundhog. 

            We are responsible for our how our lives turn out.  No outside force can make or break us, if it attempts to, we have to accept this obstacle, move forward and learn from our mistakes.  It has probably been said before, but we must be able to accept our wrongdoings and learn from them.  In doing so, we have to understand why things happen, not blame them on arbitrary events that had nothing to do with the event itself. 

          As someone told me before, "If you don't screw up, you aren't living."   And I've been told, "If you don't learn from your mistakes, you're bound to repeat them."  I know these are old phrases said a million times before, but just because its old and overused, doesn't mean that someone somewhere might need a reminder...because the groundhog can't tell you.  


 
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Ideas from September 2014

As I lookout into the field, I see a lone tree, an oak, whose branches are as wide as it is tall.  I think about this tree and how it is much like mankind.  A tree can be planted anywhere much like a person can be born in any place in this world.  How it develops is up to its surroundings and will aid in its development.  If it is out in the open field, like the tree in question, there is no excuse for it to not grow up, become strong, reach out in any direction, growing to the sky, taking in all the light it can, much like a person who grows and learns all that he or she can from all that he or she is and has been exposed to.  With this light, it grows.  With the moisture and nutrients from its base, it grows.  Just like the foundation we have been instilled with during out youth, it makes us strong.  It gives us a good base to grow upon.  The tree becomes useful in its older age, while providing shade for the animal kingdom, providing shelter for the birds and squirrels.  We, as humans, also become useful in our older age for those around us.  We are the protection from the world to those who come to us.  
            Like the tree, we grow.  We change. A limb may break, or a leaf may fall, but this is a part of life.  The tree goes through the elements.  The heat.  The cold.  The wind. The rain.  At the time, it feels alone, but without it all, it wouldn’t be what it is.  It wouldn’t grow.  It wouldn’t change.  It wouldn’t become stronger.  Every season comes and goes.  And we know this because it’s a part of life. We forget that these times will be over, but they too will pass.  The good times and the bad.  The wind, the rain, the heat, the cold.  These conditions may seem like there is no end, but they always end. Because of the seasons, we, like the tree, show our age, whether it be through our actions, our behavior or even simply through our appearance, we change.  We’re supposed to.  It, like the seasons, is an inescapable part of life.  
            And when our time is over, sometimes our memory is all that others have, but we too can be like the tree.  We are known for what we leave behind.  A tree hewn in its prime can be made into other things which will last the longer than it ever would as a living entity.  The human soul is sometimes the same.  Those taken in their prime will always be remember as great if not greater than they really were.  The love we express in those times between birth and death can be felt and sorely missed by our loved ones after we are gone.  The memories we make last longer than our bodies ever could, just as the wood from the tree will last longer than the tree itself after the living tree has seen its demise.  Our effect on mankind may be minimal in our own point of view, but to those left behind, the loss we leave is larger than the space we filled while we were here.  Just as the tree may not seem to serve its purpose while standing with others in the forest, it will be appreciated more when it is taken from the forest and turned into wood or paper or the constructs for a home…which is much like mankind, we will be appreciated more after our time has come to an end.  
            The tree in every stage of its life has something about it that we can observe and apply to our own existence.  It’s up to us, to be able to stop and observe what that may be.  


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As time goes on, I look forward to being older, wiser and more knowledgeable.  Wisdom and knowledge, like all virtues, come at a price.  Patience, courage, strength and forgiveness are no different than wisdom or knowledge.   When you ask for certain virtues and you feel you’re on the road to acquiring bits and pieces of what you need, then life becomes more interesting, more trying, and more eventful.   The people you meet, the conversations you have, the events in your own life start to defy conventional thought, and make you question everything and search for answers in your times of solitude. 
            
In my story, The Secret Of Mankind, Mr. Fox’s journey away from the United States was not the beginning of his pain or adventure, it was a just a different part of what made him into what he would become.  My travels have been the same way.  I have begun to write a new novel and thinking back over the last few years or so, I’m thankful for all the people I've met, conversations I've been a part of and the places I've been.  Like Mr. Fox, I’m a much different character now than I was when I was twenty four. 

What I've learned that changes people the most... is change of routine, change of scenery, and having different people around you.  As we grow older, we usually become more patient, and we’re able to recognize the signs of things to come both good and bad.  When we see these signs, we know how to approach the events that are to follow.

Later on in the story, Mr. Fox contemplates the idea of learning all that the world has to offer.  I wrote this part of the novel years ago, but this idea has come back to me at this time in my life after something recently I have been through.  And this is where it gets interesting…

I’d have to say that the old cliché of, ‘Knowledge is power,’ is partly right.  But my question is…Who wants power?  Or who needs power? 

I believe that when a person has the capability of attaining any information, then they have a responsibility to be able to use this information for good purposes or bad.  Any more, I will try to shy away from using the terms good and bad, and use selfless and selfish, respectively.  Information, knowledge, or wisdom, when used selflessly, can be a beautiful thing and can bring peace, love and contentment.  When these virtues are used selfishly, they can bring about pain, vanity, unmerited pride, and manipulation.  It’s how we use our virtues that make us who we are. 

To be humble is something that comes in time, and comes to those who are truly good at heart.  The prideful person finds pleasure in his or her own glory, even if they have done nothing to acquire such admiration.  It’s these people that wish to have power.  A power to just be seen in a greater light than everyone else, and this is selfish, as all vanity is.

            Mr. Fox traveled the world and sought out answers to questions he had in his own mind.  His reward was the information, knowledge, and wisdom that he gained along the way while still having to deal with all of the pain, loss, and confusion in his life.  In my own experience, I've found that patience is a virtue that few have, many seek and the hardest to attain.  There is no great coronation for those who attain patience.  Like any sought after virtue by a humble person, the reward is the virtue itself.  

            We don’t climb mountains to simply raise a flag.  We don’t set goals to impress those we come across randomly in our road of life.  We do things that mean something to us, to better ourselves, and along the way it gives us character. 

A long time ago, I read the words, “For where your heart is, there your treasure will be also.”  Like Mr. Fox, I've found that our greatest treasures are not power over others, or monetary wealth, or any single thing that doesn't have a soul.  People, virtues, and selflessness, these are the great treasures we need to seek.  They come in time, and they come to those who are sincere in their search.  

 

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In January 2009, I began writing a story that would encompass all that I had learned and entertained concerning the mysteries of mankind.  I wanted it to be set in a place that I was familiar with, but also in areas around the world that have always interested me and millions of others who have always found certain landmarks and cities fascinating and mysterious, if not inexplicable. 

During the five and a half years of writing this story, I learned more and more, not just about the different landmarks like the Egyptian Pyramids, Stonehenge, and the constellations, but that people are still people regardless of the era they lived.  I took my time with this story, because I wanted it to be enjoyable, suspenseful and give anyone who should read it, a different outlook on how history has been presented.

I finished writing this story on July 4th of 2014.  I have written one other novel in which I finished prior to the start of this one, but after countless letters to agents and publishers, I knew it was going to be a hard road to get a book published based on its controversial content concerning conspiracy theories which led to the creation of this new novel.   Also, I needed some sort of help in order to become a published author, and on September 2nd, 2014, that help came to me in a way that I never saw coming. 

Every Labor Day weekend for the past few years, I have made a point to go somewhere I’ve never been, but usually far away from home that I would have to fly.  I originally decided to go to Puerto Rico for a few days, but before scheduling the trip, I felt that the extra charges in the fine print of the agreement were too much.  I decided against going to Puerto Rico, and just days before my trip, I decided to go to San Diego, California.  

            I had always wanted to see California.  Los Angeles was too big to walk around, and San Francisco was probably not as warm, so San Diego was where I decided to go.  As I do in bigger cities, I walked around the town and saw some amazing things like a man with no arms playing a guitar and singing, numerous groups of beautiful women on bachelorette parties on a Saturday night, the west coast sunsets, a Padres/Dodgers game, sea lions at the dock where I went fishing, numerous bars and restaurants, the beauty of the city and great weather. 

Somewhere along the end of the trip I felt that I had lost my motivation for everything in general.  I could blame it on being so far from home and no familiar faces around me, but I was soon to have that motivation back , if not more than ever.  I flew from San Diego to Atlanta and then from Atlanta to Charlotte, North Carolina.  I was in my seat on the plane and the person to my right had not shown up yet.  I watched as the people would pass and wondered which large person or which mother with the crying baby would be sitting beside me for the hour long flight.  To my surprise, it was none of those people.

I noticed a young petite blonde woman walking down the aisle.  She reminded me of a bartender I once knew in Columbia, South Carolina, but it wasn’t her.  She sat down in the seat to my right which was the window seat.  I asked her where she was from.  She said she was from Australia, but now lived in New York City.  I thought this was pretty fascinating because I had just been to New York City the previous Labor Day, and I had always wanted to see the Land Down Under. 

Instead of asking her name, I asked what she did for a living.  She replied, “I’m an author and also I consult other authors.”

I smirked and couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  I was able to contain myself pretty well without her noticing what I was about to say next.  I told her that I had just finished writing a novel of my own in July.  She looked at me with a sense of determination directly in my eyes and said, “You must let me help you.”

I said that I would be glad to let her help me.  I gave her my name and she told me her name was Liana.  We continued to talk on the flight about what I needed to do in order for my book to become published to a nationwide or worldwide audience.  As soon as I was off of the plane, I started doing some of the things that I needed to do.  Four months later with guidance of the author of The Earth Diet, Liana Werner-Gray, I was able to set things in order.  The creation and launch of this website is a critical step in what will help turn my ideas over the past six years into a real life, tangible book that can be read one day by potentially millions. 

I always had a feeling that somehow, some way that this book would be published.  I never had any idea, the one person who could help me turn my ideas and goals into reality, would be someone sitting beside me on a plane.  The chances of this happening were very slim.  It’s rare that you meet people who can help you along the road of life in such improbable circumstances. 

I value my words and I value the people who take time to read what I write.  I write because I feel it’s only fair to pass on what I have learned and what I have gained in this world to people who are willing to listen, and those in search of the same virtues I seek. 

Life has a way about it that has no rhyme or reason, in good and bad situations.  If I had gone to Puerto Rico, then none of the last four months would have happened the way it did.  If I had taken a straight flight from San Diego to Charlotte, these past few months would have been very different.  The people I have met through Facebook, the creation of my author page, and the ideas that I have been blessed to share would not have ever happened.  Looking back at these past few months, I see that anything that has happened over the past six years has lead me up to this point of my life.  The dream I had that inspired the novel, the books I read, the places I traveled, the choices I made each and every day of my life has helped make the present a culmination of all that happened before it.  This happens in everyone’s life to a certain extent, but the realization of this has made a huge impact on me. 

The people I’ve met and conversations I’ve had over the years, like everyone else, has shaped who I am and how I think.  It’s amazing to look back and see how the events of your life can bring about a good future or a bad one based on even the simplest of decisions.  We never know what the future holds or who will pop in or out of our lives, but there’s always something to learn from their presence.   

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