The Visitor

He was a loner. A traveller from beyond many people’s imagination and beliefs. He was not from earth. A being similar to man, but more evolved. He understood more about the nature and interconnectedness of life which permeated the universe. He was well-travelled. A visitor to many a galaxy. He witnessed many sunrises and sunsets with different hues. He followed many stars and the innumerable forms of life it birthed. Life for him was about experience. Experiencing all life’s offerings in all its infinite possibilities – an endless curve of learning which eventually spirals but never ends.

His journey brought him to the milky way, to a sun and its solar system. It was unique and special, just like every other solar system he visited. There was one planet that stood out at him upon first glance. The third planet, which glowed a beautiful blue and green had caught his attention and he decided to explore it last.

The other planets and their satellites were beautiful and extraordinary, their life forms too, were most impressive and he was in awe at all these expressive possibilities. Yet all the planets in this solar system paled in comparison to the blue planet.

His transport hovered above the planet’s atmosphere as the visitor drank in its sunrise. It was beautiful. He felt there was something different about this world, as though it vibrated differently. The visitor descended silently and was swallowed by the atmosphere. The scenery became more fantastic the lower he descended. He saw the buzzing of organised life, which he was not overly surprised to see, but was still excited by it.

He observed that there was an abundance of a particular species, which he noticed was not too dissimilar from himself. He assumed the species to be somewhat evolved as they made use of technologies in everyday life. This was nothing new to the visitor. He had observed countless planets and had been witness to many species at different stages of evolution. He had visited quite a few planets similar to this, but at the same time all very different.

He discovered the dominant species communicated vocally and different inhabitants of different areas used their vocals differently, but generally they referred to their planet as Earth.

Earth itself was beautiful. It had such variety, brimming with life. The visitor felt for earth to be a happy planet as it expressed itself in such a beautiful way. It felt like a creative world, and because of its creativity, felt more evolved than the other planets of this particular solar system.

The visitor learned that it was the humans that earth favoured at this point in her evolution. They had such great ability and even more potential that what they possessed as a collective. The humans could affect their environment most amongst the species of Earth. They were aware of this. And because humans displayed such an awareness, they were able to rise to the very top of the food chain. They were able to cater for their needs, and others of the same species. The humans showed the visitor they were able to work together for the benefit of the collective. Although the visitor marvelled at how Earth created humans, among the countless other species, and how she moulded them with evolution to arrive at this point, he couldn’t help but feel some sadness. He observed how earth’s creation steadily turned against her, editing her very nature.

The closer he observed the humans, more flaws he started to notice. The visitor drew the conclusion that life had no meaning for humans. What should have been considered an invaluable gift had been squandered. The visitor noticed the inability for balance in the human collective, and that imbalance had such a profound effect due to such large numbers of humans.

Because of the similarity in form between the visitor and the humans, he had a fondness for them. He soon realized his fondness was for the human as an individual, but as a collective they disappointed him to the point of sadness.

There were so many of them scattered on all the lands of Earth. The visitor began seeing them more like insects and pests. During the days he saw them hard at work like ants, running about carrying out their function. When the sun had traversed past sight and dark filled the land, the visitor saw the humans like cockroaches – scuttling about scavenging for their favourite past-time and indulging in their leisure as an escape from their over-complex worker life. It saddened the visitor that such a similar form to himself allowed life to become so complex, that they live in complexity and very seldom interact with the simplicity of life.

The visitor saw the extent of how much the humans could affect their environment. The humans no longer effected their individual lives, but also that of other species, including that of their own. They were even able to effect and infect the life of their planet, the one who gave rise to them and chose them as her keeper. The humans no longer looked after Earth, their interest lay with themselves. They continued to use the Earth for their gain, even though they could gain no more than what the earth provided. So many humans fighting each other and different species for gain.

The visitor had seen enough. It was a projection of a projection of a projection. He felt it was an important time on the evolutionary scale of Earth. There was still much more humans needed to learn, and thus still needed to evolve. The visitor understood this, and truly hoped for the best. He ascended past the clouds up into the stratosphere and gazed for one last time upon the sunset of the blue and green planet. His transport slowly ascended and he remained fixed upon the earth’s curvature. Once he had left the planet’s atmosphere he wished the planet well for the last time, and moments later disappeared into the vast expanse of space. 

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Obsession with wealth

Why is it so many of us are obsessed with wealth? There is nothing wrong wanting to lead a as-comfortable-as-possible life. The question is, what will we do for wealth or money? Money has been something that has been with society for millenia, but I’m sure very few of us know the basic history of money.  We have become so use to it, that we readily complain about it, but rarely take the time to understand how it all came about.

It seems, subconsciously, we have been giving our individual power away to currency to become consumers. Media has cleverly added to the brew by filling our heads with unnecessary fears, needs and solutions. Of course we can always find someone to blame why things are the way they are, but have we become so use to being spoon-fed, that we don’t actually accept responsibility and pass it off to a scapegoat? Unfortunately many of us are blind to realize that power indeed rests within us, the individual, and as individuals we have the responsibility to our choices and decisions. No one can, nor should they, make choices for you. I am a strong believer in free-will.

This is a link to an article I wrote a  few months ago, but never published it. Now seems like a good time. This article briefly explores the history of money and banking and how our moral values got slightly contorted along with history. I hope this article is able to bring a little perspective into our obsession with money and how we possibly surrender our individual morals to be part of the machine. Its called Love of money: A society in decline.

Insecurities and self doubt

From time to time we all get the feeling of insecurity or self-doubt. I know feel like that every now and then, but why? Sometimes I think twice about blog posts and if I should post it. Perhaps there is a small fear of what others have to say of my thoughts and opinions, but is this not silly? Perhaps its the ego that gets bruised when it meets opposition.

So is it then the need to be accepted and respected as an individual that we all seek? A community? Some kind of support for what one does? It is ironically funny that one just needs to look at online social websites where everyone is free to comment and encouraged to do so. More often than not there is always negative feed back of a persons thoughts or opinions. Do some of us just dismiss the fact that we are all individuals on different paths of discovery in life. Where I am now does not necessarily mean that is where I am going to be in the future. We all evolve and mature. From infant, to child, teenager and to adult, our views and opinions change and evolve according to what we learn and perceive. The idea that one person has the power of another’s insecurity in their hands is quite a thought. That means, that one person has the emotional control of another person who has voiced an opinion, in their hands. The action of that person will determine the others feelings and his interactions with others, if has a significant effect. We are all connected.

So I suppose the lesson one can draw from these insecurities is to know yourself. Accept that we are forever learning and our opinions are evolving and changing. We are living a journey and to be able to discover yourself and develop self-awareness and self-realization, is probably, in my opinion, one of the most important things you can invest in, especially in the world and society we are currently living in.

Here is a brief little article I wrote about insecurities and self-doubt. Happy Thursday!

This thing called life.

Well hello strangers! Yes this little blog has been disgustingly neglected, with hardly any posts in the last several weeks. No photographs to show for it, so what the hell have I been doing? Well, I have been evolving, changing, adapting to this crazy thing called life. Work has been incredibly quiet. It is quite shocking to see the digression of the volume of work from three years ago, to today. Perhaps its just me, but photography seems unstable. Even the photographer I assist for, is seeing a lot less work. This has forced me to  explore other avenues of income. The only other avenue that makes sense to me is writing. Over the last several weeks I have been researching and writing, with hopes that some kind of financial door would open. But alas, it feels as though I am in solitary confinement and my claustrophobia is setting in.

I have been doing a fair bit of writing, because the more one does it, the easier it gets. Along with the writing, I have done a lot of thinking, and through this method of thinking and writing, my ideals, morals and opinions have become more focused. I’m seeing the cracks in society, the double standards and I think to myself, no wonder the world is the way it is. To me, it seems every facet of humanity and indeed, life has become corrupt to some degree. The values we think we hold, does not hold true. We live double standards. We believe we have morals and we have the best interest of others at heart, but meanwhile we are so desperate for money, that many of us have no choice but to surrender our ideals for the sake of money, in order to eat and survive. We each are a ripple, and eventually, ripples collide.

At the risk of sounding depressing, what actual freedoms are there left in the world? The only freedom you have in this world, is if you have the money or some kind of material wealth to enforce your freedom. Many don’t have the luxury of money.  Money has corrupted everything, but is it money? Or is it our mentality towards money, power and material wealth? I find it somewhat humorous that money is in fact a made up concept, yet it controls and dictates every one of us. We fear when we don’t have enough money. We get paranoid of those who don’t have money, because they might want ours. We become so paranoid that all we think about are ourselves instead of each other. The systems we live in are designed for divide and conquer. We are too preoccupied in being the consumer slaves, bickering and fighting amongst ourselves, that we forget to see the whole picture.

I’ve chosen to adapt to the system in a way that is as true to myself as I can be. I have no interest in being rich and wealthy, it just breeds more problems. I just want to be free to live and learn life through creative activities, free from threat of eviction, starvation and nonsensical systems that promote isolation and competition. I have started to write online articles with Infobarrel. Hopefully this leads to more, better things. I am going to be sharing various articles on my blog in hopes they get more traffic and readers. The first article I’m going to share with you all, is about money and the problems of our society. What I write is pure observation and personal opinion. Check out this link for my article on Problems in society.