The Turning Point

The Turning Point
Written by Donovan L. Green
11/10/2018 2:08 AM

-Man on the phone: “Where are you now?”

-Me:                                “I am about three thousand miles away from leading the revolution to save humankind standing at the edge of Salvation Forest with the regrettable understanding that the most noble decision may be to not fight the inevitable. If I could save the world, I would, but for now I’m only hopeful I can save myself. Many greater people than I have fought and died over the centuries, yet here we are anyway on the brink of destruction in what can best be described as the collective suicide of the species. It’s no wonder really, it is the same result for every wild animal held in captivity.”

-Man on the phone: “No, I meant where are you calling from, I can meet with you to show you the property. I think you’ll like it if you’re looking for peace and quiet and seclusion.”

-Me:                                “To my point, I’m certain there is likely neighbors within three thousand miles, but it’ll have to do I guess. Like I said, I’m standing at the edge of the property now.”

-Man on the phone: “Terrific, how does 2 PM sound?”

-Me:                                “Not any too soon, It’ll give me a rest from this burden I’m carrying.”

-Man on the phone: “Great, see you at 2.” (sound of disconnect)

-Me:                                (Speaking to my furry, four legged, floppy eared friend) Well Rebel, what do think? This just might be the place.”

-Rebel:                           “I can’t wait to chase the squirrels. Is it okay if I chase the squirrels?”

-Me:                                “You bet my friend, unlimited squirrel chasing.”

Question

Question
Written by Donovan L. Green
11/10/2018 8:37 PM

Is the man that leaps off the cliff to try to save the man who stumbled over the edge courageous, or stupid? Why is the answer so obvious that the man in the hypothetical question is stupid while in actual life that same man becomes a hero for trying, or a coward for not?

Hollow Eyes

Hollow Eyes
Written by Donovan L. Green
11/10/2018 2:39 AM

Of rats and roaches feeding on scraps and crap
Of men approaches seeding acts based on facts
he fell into a lullaby from which he could not wake
he was just an old dry and crusty tart
on the backside of the downhill slide
falling toward the mold and musty dark
With stench and rags swarmed with flies
he thought he was going to the light
he never thought he had the mark
Trying to hide but the guild will slice
his hope lying tattered in the dark
his eyes dim fading from the spark
That was once his dreams of life
with hollow eyes filled with lies
his mind decays and dies.
So off he went drifting into the abyss
No glam nor glory his body lies
Just another forgotten story gone by

Of rats and roaches feeding on scraps and crap
Of men approaches seeding acts based on facts
You fell into a lullaby from which you could not wake
You are just an old dry and crusty tart
on the backside of the downhill slide
falling toward the mold and musty dark
With stench and rags swarmed with flies
You thought you were going to the light
You never thought you had the mark
Trying to hide but the guild will slice
Your hope lying tattered in the dark
Your eyes dim fading from the spark
That was once your dreams of life
with hollow eyes filled with lies
your mind decays and dies.
So off you go drifting into the abyss
No glam nor glory your body lies
Just another forgotten story gone by

As rats and roaches feeding on scraps and crap
Of men approaches seeding acts based on facts
And so the next begin another lullaby
Glazing over the eyes full of dreams
To become just an old dry and crusty tart
on the backside of the downhill slide
falling toward the mold and musty dark
With stench and rags swarmed with flies
They’ll think they’re going to the light
with never a thought they have the mark
Trying to hide but the guild will slice
their hope lying tattered in the dark
their eyes dim fading from the spark
That was once their dreams of life
with hollow eyes filled with lies
their mind decays and dies
So off they’ll go drifting into the abyss
No glam nor glory their body lies
Just another forgotten story gone by.

I am Me

I am Me
Written by Donovan L. Green
8/18/2018 1:29 PM

I am me, to be, to see
What I am not sure of
More love, pure love
To me, to cease to be
Hate unbelieving of fate

Two of me to thee
Both you are sure of
One to create
The other to destroy

I am me, to be, to see
What I am not sure of
More love, pure love
To me, to cease to be
Hate unbelieving of fate

When I am one
I am disappointed
When I am the other
I am optimistic
Which one am i
To look upon mystic

I am me, to be, to see
What I am not sure of
More love, pure love
To me, to cease to be
Hate unbelieving of fate

When I am one
I think I should
Send a great flood
To destroy to begin again

I am me, to be, to see
What I am not sure of
More love, pure love
To me, to cease to be
Hate unbelieving of fate

When I am the other
I want all of you to me
To do the deeds
To the souls to feed
Send to me your brother

I am me, to be, to see
What I am not sure of
More love, pure love
To me, to cease to be
Hate unbelieving of fate

I look upon my creation
Condemned that I failed
This is not my vision
This is not my desire
Not close to acceptable

I am me, to be, to see
What I am not sure of
More love, pure love
To me, to cease to be
Hate unbelieving of fate

But wait there is chance
A glimmer of hope
Everyone can dance
With the devil
You will fall to peril

I am me, to be, to see
What I am not sure of
More love, pure love
To me, to cease to be
Hate unbelieving of fate

Two of me to thee
Both you are sure of
One to create
The other to destroy.

Where is the Tree of Life?

Where is the Tree of Life?
Written by Donovan L. Green
9/16/2018 10:59 AM

You think the globe earth is a lie. You think the Earth is stationary. You think NASA lies. You think major news events are faked. Perhaps you have concluded that everything is a lie. You don’t believe in religion, or science, or God. I want to bring it home now, food is fake too. Forget those big far out-of-reach things that don’t change your life. Our food is fabricated and not real or natural to this Earth.

Walk around any grocery store in the country. I’m not talking about the frozen “food” isle, or the can food isles, or the isles of plastic wrapped, cellophaned, dehydrated, boxed “foods”, walk around the produce section. Look at the “fresh” foods laid out on display. Carrots, broccoli, lettuce, apples, oranges, squash, potatoes, tomatoes, strawberry’s, cabbage, corn, kale, or collards, none of these things grow and propagate on their own in the wild.

As a kid growing up in Colorado Springs Colorado, from the time I was about 7 years old to twelve years, my family would go on two-week vacations through the high back country wilderness of the Colorado Rockies each summer. I remember that we may not see another person for days. The first few summers we camped with a tent. We would drive rugged unmaintained trails a lot of the time and the going was slow and at time we were creeping precariously along steep cliff-side trails. During a five year span of time we vacationed the back country Rockies from New Mexico to Montana.

When my dad (I was adopted, my parents and I were all on a first name basis, but I reference them as mom and dad when talking to others) would decide when or where he wanted to stop and setup camp I had a couple of responsibilities. I was to help clear an area for camp if there wasn’t one already, and I was to gather kindlin and help to carry firewood that my dad was chopping with an axe. After that it was usually a balgonie with processed American cheese food with mayonnaise or peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch and then I was free to go exploring.

I would take off into the woods to see what I could discover. I loved to explore on my own. I would find a small creek to follow, sometimes until it led into a larger creek or river. Sometimes I would follow a small creek down the mountain and if it led into a larger creek I would follow that one up the mountain it was coming down. The only rule I was given was to be back to camp by dark. Looking back on it in my adult life after having two children of my own I can only conclude that they hoped I wouldn’t come back. Anyway, my relationship with my parents is a different story. I mention it because today no one in their right mind would let their pre-teen child go exploring off into the wilderness for hours with the only requirement being to be back by dark. Anyone not considered missing until it got dark out in the wilderness would be in serious trouble because by then it would be too late. But I never got lost, not one time. I got yelled at a few times for pushing the ‘be back by dark’ rule. In the big mountains of the Rockies it can get dark pretty fast once the sun drops over the range. But I wasn’t lost, just further away than the time I needed to get back.

I was a great observer of nature. I explored snow melt streams and creeks and fast flowing white-water rapid rivers. I snuck through dense forest listening to the pines whispering. The large Aspen stands felt mystical. I meandered across wild-flowered cover meadows and climbed steep rocky crags to the peaks of mountains. I could sit for an hour gazing off across a vast river valley watching hawks and eagles circling far below me hunting for their next meal. I don’t remember having any questions about anything, I just enjoyed being there, in the solitude, just looking. If I was down the mountain somewhere I would go up. once I was at the top, I would see another place I wanted to go explore and when I was ready off I would go.

I didn’t have hiking gear, or boots, no compass, no GPS, no cell phone, no whistle, no backpack, no pocket knife, no emergency kit, no maps, nothing but the clothes I was wearing; worn out blue jeans, a tee shirt, and canvas tennis shoes. Even in the summer time in the high-altitude Rockies it can get cool at night so sometimes I would remember to tie a flannel shirt around my waist. I would drink directly from the streams and waters I would cross while exploring. No filtration systems or disinfecting tablets or any of the other BS people are frightened into doing. When I was exploring a stream, I would simply hover over the stream like doing a push-up and put my lips straight to the water. Fresh mountain stream waters are the best, I have not drinking any better water anywhere else in my life.

My parents had also bought a small amount of land a couple of hours into the mountains from Colorado Springs. We would go up there many times during the summer. They had dreams of building a log cabin and living off the land. They would move rocks around forming the outline of the dream cabin, and I would vanish off to explore the wilderness leaving them with their dreams.

One summer when I was about thirteen we vacationed the backwoods sticks of the Ozark mountains. When we returned home a for sale sign went up in the front yard. My dad bought an old ragged cattle trailer in which we loaded all of our precious belongings in and moved to some quaint little community in Arkansas, population 102. They were hillbillies for sure, and the nicest people I have ever been around. I would have starved to death if it wasn’t for their generosity because my parents sure weren’t putting food on the table any other way. I quickly became a malnourished, scrawny Ozark hillbilly kid relying on the generosity of some very poor people for food and clothes. We lived there for two years and every chance I got I was out exploring the caves, rivers, and wilderness. I had two toddler siblings by this time, which was the other of my parents dream, so beyond providing labor to the needs of the family, I was free to roam and roam alone I did.

With my parents, just dad’s, dreamed dashed hard against the reality of the Ozark slab rocks he took a job in the oil fields of western Oklahoma and off we went. We lived in an old farm house 10 miles outside of a small farming community. Oklahoma has to be some of the harshest country anywhere. There was a town about 25 miles away known as the rattle snake capital of the world. Throw in another half dozen other varieties of poisonous snakes, a few poisonous scorpions, the two most deadly spider varieties in the world, coyotes, mountain lions, and vast dry spans of open country and you have a fairly inhospitable country. To put some perspective to it, think of the great dust bowl of the 1930’s.

We didn’t have mountains, we had canyons. I got to explore the isolated canyons for nearly a year and half. Canyons are very interesting aspects of the environment and ecology of that part of the country. They are like paradise oasis and is where pretty much all of the wildlife lives and thrives. There are creeks and streams at the bottoms of the canyons making them lush compared to the land above them. Think of fairly flat to slightly hilly country where the wind howls down across the plains without ceasing. Well over a hundred in the summer time and bone cracking sub zeroes in the winter are possible. Trees outside the canyon a hard and rugged, stay short, and grow slanted over steeply to the south because of the constant wind. Drop off down into a canyon and it is a whole different world. My dad got back on with Bell telephone, his previous employer in Colorado and got transferred to the eastern portion of Oklahoma.

My parents bought a small farm literally at the edge of the world. 90 plus miles from “The City”. About five miles down a small black top road out of town you come to a small community about 10 homes that have been there forever. Pass through this place and the road goes to gravel. About two more miles and the road drops sharply down into an endless river valley. Near the bottom of that hill was the farm. For the next hundred miles there was only one house past ours, about three miles away. This is where I grew up during high school. When I was in school or working my part time grocery bagging job in town I was exploring some very wild country. My curfew was at dark any more though, it was 11 pm. Often, when the moon was full, I would come home around 10 pm and scrounge for left-overs in the fridge and then sneak back out some time after 11. There were no artificial lights out there, only the moon and stars. The most notable wildlife I remember out there were the large panthers. You could him them at night during mating in the summer months. Their screams would send chills down my spine. There was a lot of “wild” out there to be sure. Beside coyotes, I often saw fairly large bear tracks and deer tracks as well as the tracks of the panthers. I have one experience I wrote about and since lost, that was titled “Scared Thing”. I was with a friend at the time and the experience was exhilarating. I need to write it again.

In all my youth, growing up out on the fringes of modern society, I never had any questions about life. I grew up without computers, cell phones, televisions, GPS, or video games. We had electricity and running water via a well. Heat was usually from a wood stove or propane, and air conditioning was out of the question. I spent my free time alone, exploring and observing nature. After graduating from high school I moved off to see what the big city was all about. I got married and had two kids of my own. As I transitioned through the various stages of life gaining responsibilities and struggling to “make it”, the questions began coming. I was comparing experiences from my youth to what I was being taught now. at first I was swept up in the modern world. I had a lot of television watching to catch up on.

Eventually the marriage didn’t work out and I found myself alone again. I moved back to North Carolina, where my wife and I had moved to and lived for about 10 years early in our marriage. Along my journey I lost “faith” and turned to science. I was absorbed into a world in which I thought I would get my questions answered. Over time though, I realized that science was just another religion that I had no interest in. I have listened to a lot of ideas and thoughts trying to figure out what purpose my meaningless life had. In my youth I observed. In this part of my journey I am reflecting on my experiences and connecting the dots. One question that I always have every time I explore the wilderness areas of North Carolina is, if I was going to live out here with the land, what would I eat. The question has cause me to re-live all of my wilderness experiences. What was ever out there to eat? I spent many hours exploring and the thought of food never crossed my mind until I came back in sight of the house, or camp, and I would start wondering what there was to eat when I got there.

The question is like a double-edged sword. What do I need to have good health and energy, and why have I never seen grocery store fruits and vegetables growing in the wild? It seems absurd to most, grocery store vegetables growing in the wild. The point is, those things don’t exist in the wild, they can’t. they must be purchased each year, cultivated and pampered, fertilized and watered. These things never go astray. If they don’t come from the wild because they can’t, then where do they come from?

Like everything else, Wikipedia has a simple answer: the wild ancestor versions have been domesticated to provide a much more yielding and useful plant and there is little to no resemblance to the original. I’m calling BS. The same thing applies to the animals used to provide meat. The so-called domesticated livestock used for food never has stood a chance to survive even a single night out in the wilderness. Again Wikipedia, and ever other source that must get their information from Wikipedia as well, provides a story of domestication that looks nothing like what they show the ancestry to be. I call BS on all of it. when I contemplate the amount of food produced, I must question, where do all of the ‘starting’ seeds come from. In other words, think about how much of any given produce is sold in this country on a daily basis and then ask how many seeds would it take to produce all of that and then ask where are all of the farms that are producing the seeds. There’s no ‘seed’ farmers But a better question would be, where are all the plants coming from that produce seedless fruit? Stop and think about it for a moment. Each year millions of seedless watermelons are sold just in the U.S. Seedless watermelons cannot reproduce! More and more produce in the grocery store is seedless. It has become so common that they don’t even state it on the label.

In summary, none of the food period, fruit, vegetables, meat, frozen stuff, can stuff, dairy, or anything else can be found in the wild. It could be argued that all mammals produce milk for their young, but my statement is also in reference to what we have available for consumption, including meat etc. there are plants in the wild that can be eaten, but you will never see them in the grocery store. It seems plausible, at least first, to make the simple assumption that it comes down to what is most profitable for the producers. However, don’t loose sight of my point, grocery store food isn’t and cannot be found naturally growing or living in the wild. There is no such thing as a ‘wild’ cow or chicken. There are wild turkeys, perhaps an anomaly in the picture, but perhaps the domestic turkey and the wild turkey are not the same species. Domestic animals cannot survive in the wild. A wild animal caught and caged will die before living out its potential. And it is this case that I argue we are in as well.

The Missing Link

The Missing Link
Written by Donovan L. Green
8/5/2018 2:33 PM

All fruit (sweet fruit, vegetables, nuts, etc.) bearing plants produce their own individual and unique organisms to decompose their fruit. This may sound counter intuitive at first but that is because you are thinking about fruit from the perspective of it being eatable. But the fruit is not the goal of the plant, reproduction is.

I’ll use an apple tree as a simple example. To the tree, the fruit is a gift basket to the sprout that comes forth from the seed. The gift basket needs to be unwrapped though for the sprout to have access to the nutrients. The apple tree produces a special unique bacteria to perform the unwrapping of the gift basket. Here’s how it works.

When the fruit has reached its potential the tree releases the bacteria at the point where the stem from the fruit connects to the tree. The bacteria begins migrating down the stem to the fruit. As more and more bacteria is released from the tree the bacteria dissolves the membrane attaching the stem to the tree and the apple falls. If we leave the apple on the ground the bacteria will enter under the skin of the fruit at the place where the stem enters. The bacteria begins to perform its duties of breaking down the nutrients in the apple. The apple begins to get soft and eventually mushy. Moisture released from the cells of the apple induces the seed to sprout. The partially digested fruit is like mother’s milk to her infant to the sprout. Because the sprout is unable to access the nutrients until it begins to develop roots.

Speaking of mother’s milk, the same goes for this new example as well. Each mammal momma produces a special and unique bacteria to break down the proteins within the milk so that the infant, whose digestive system has fully developed yet, can have nutrients to continue the process of growth. It’s not necessarily that each tree, or each mammalian momma has a unique bacteria to her, but rather it is unique to the species. In other words, I’m not talking about free-form bacterium floating around in the air that makes fruit rot and milk spoil, nor is it the case that bacteria from one apple tree will not perform its function on apples from another tree. In fact, what is worthy of observation is that the bacterium belongs to the species and wherever that apple goes, so goes the bacterium. In other words, the apple trees bacterium works on the apple whether the apple is on the tree, the ground, a grocer’s shelf or in our guts.

Without the specific bacterium designed and produced intentionally to break down its fruit, the fruit will rot as it literally dies and decays. Decay isn’t what happens when the bacterium breaks down, or opens the cells up, to allow access of the nutrients required for life to flourish. This is a misconception caused by ignorance. Death and decay is not what happens when the apple tree’s bacterium is releasing nutrients to the sprout. When the bacterium is at work and the nutrients are being released the apple is alive and that life is being absorbed by the sprout.

If you want to know what happens without the apple tree’s bacterium, spray the tree and the fruit with pesticide. The bacterium is killed and the apples need to be shaken loose from the tree. You can watch video or visit a large orchard and observe the large machinery that violently shakes the trees to get the apples to break free and fall. Then observe that the fruit seems to stay ‘fresh’ for an extended period of time that is unnatural. Eventually the apple dies and decay begins but the seeds in the apple never sprout. Why, because the sprout needs the natural process of the bacterium and death and decay is not the same thing.

Whenever we eat fresh foods i.e., raw and without having ever been sprayed with pesticide, the natural bacterium from each of the fruits and vegetables that we eat is mixed into the fruit when we chew it and when the fruit enters our gut the bacterium is busy opening the cells and releasing the nutrients contained in them. At this point we begin to absorb that life into our own through the walls of our guts.

So what do you suppose is happening when we eat fruit that has been sprayed with pesticide? We are eating fruit which doesn’t contain its natural and unique bacterium design and produced to release the nutrients from the fruit. We are consuming calories, but we are not receiving the life nutrients of the fruit. It remains locked away in the cells. The fruit was already dead without the bacterium and now all it can do in our gut is rot until our body rejects it.

This is the same story with the grain we eat, the milk we drink, the vegetables we eat and so on. if we eat sick and diseased animals and fruits, vegetables, and greens that have been sprayed with pesticide then the only process that can occur in our guts is absorbing of calories, not life nutrients, and we get only death and decay from them. If we are only getting death and decay from our food then our guts are an acidic wasteland and we are condemned to the same fate.

Our guts should be living worlds. A place where bacterium are thriving on their fruits baskets of life. Remember I said that each fruit produces its own specially designed and unique bacteria to break down the cells of its fruit, the bacteria is not interested in us, in fact it isn’t even aware of our existence. In other words, the natural bacteria produced for its specific purpose can’t hurt us. It breaks down the apple, completes its life cycles and is flushed with the material from the apple that is not useful to us. It’s when we eat death and decay that we get sick.

No discussion of the health of the secret world of our guts could be complete without discussing the most toxic component of the food we eat, sodium. Our food supply absolutely poisoned with sodium. If you think this sounds absurd then you need to do some research. Let me warn you now, if you research sodium as a constituent to health you will be convinced it is important and that there is no limit for the amount of sodium safe for consumption. You should begin your research with looking up the Dead Sea. After that you need to research sodium compounds and what they are used for. As far as diet is concerned, one thing you should be made aware of is that sodium is used as a life prohibitor in processed foods. The amount of sodium in our foods is to ensure that bacteria cannot survive in it. for processed foods this is a good thing because processed foods do not contain the type of bacteria that is told you about earlier. But you have to ask yourself, if the food you are eating contains enough sodium to prevent life, whose else life is it preventing from thriving and you need to realize what is really happening to you.

In summary, be certain that we live in a tainted world. I am not saying that there is not bad bacteria. Bacteria is misunderstood because some bacterium in great enough quantities is harmful. You shouldn’t eat an apple covered in green hair, or eat a black putrid banana, or a slice of bread or cheese covered in green felt. Good bacteria is used in our foods all the time. Yogurt, cheese, bread, and beer to name a couple of things where bacteria is successfully employed to perform an important task. What I am saying is that in order to be healthy the raw natural foods naturally producing their own bacteria that bacteria must be present when we eat those foods. Most importantly, avoid all food with added sodium. Sodium is important in our lives but research saying that no quantity is too large is research bought and paid for nefarious reasons. I have maintained a diet free of processed foods since 2010 and I stopped using all salt at that time. I am still alive and healthy and I don’t suffer from any of the ill affects that we get warned about. Everything contains trace amounts of sodium and a proper diet will provide enough sodium for our bodies to function properly while not toxifying ourselves with too much of it.

Faith

Faith
Written by Donovan L. Green
8/4/2018 12:14 PM

It is impossible for a blind man who has never had sight to see that our earth is a spinning globe. Likewise, it is impossible for a blind man who has never had sight to see that our earth is motionless and flat. There are no experiments that the blind man can see to prove either case. In both cases, the man must believe what he is told. Which one he believes is based upon his faith in who is telling him to believe what he cannot see for himself.

Coma

Coma
Written by Donovan L. Green
8/3/2018 9:30 PM

Sometimes I get this feeling that I am in a kind of deep sleep, like a coma. I can’t wake up, but someone is trying to wake me up. Someone is trying to get through to me. Like when we see in a movie when someone is in a coma and a loved one goes everyday and talks them, reminisces about good times, reads books, and pleads with the sleeping person to wake up.

Everyday drones on with the same old things. Things that shouldn’t make any sense seems to make perfect sense. Things that are supposed to make sense do not. I wonder if the whole world as I know is just playing out in my mind as I sleep. The real world is something different. Maybe some accident, a freak injury, a fall off a ladder, who knows has put me here. To the people in the real world I am comatose, hanging to life by a thread, nonexistent and noncognitive. While I am comatose to them an entire lifetime, generations and whole civilizations are being played out on a grand scale in my mind.

I am trying to figure out how to wake up. it sounds easy, just…. Wake up. But how do I just do something that I not only don’t know how to do, but I am not consciously aware that I am even asleep. I think it must be some survival mechanism. It either comes about from some trauma to the physical body or brain, or from an ongoing traumatic situation that would otherwise be too unbearable to endure.

If I suffered from an event that put me into this condition I am interested in waking up, if I could just figure out how. If I am stuck in an inconceivably difficult and traumatic situation in which there is no escape from, and the self-created reality that plays out in my mind is the better of the two situations, then I am not so sure I want to wake up. while that later seems to be the easy way out, it is possibly the only way to achieve nirvana, I do admit that waking up and escaping is ever present in my mind, it perseveres relentlessly almost without taking a break. The only reprieve I get is in believing that I am not stuck in this reality alone and that I will find another that I can take to freedom with me.

This thought seems like such a long shot to me, an improbability and impossible without the intervention of some higher power that the idea that who it is I seek to find here to escape with might already be on the other side, or in the world outside my own personally contrived world. This actually makes a lot of sense. First the feeling is exceptionally strong within me and I have no evidence that I, in this world, could ever possible have someone to matchup with. Second, who I have become, separated from the mindless mainstream zombies, is too far removed and that only someone from a different reality could matchup well with me.

Another thing that tends to lead me down the path that I am living a ‘virtual reality’ conceived as a mechanism of survival, is that I reject everything that should be of interest, or at least those mindless zombies find of interest. No matter what subject is thrown at me, no matter what activity, what group, or hobby, or mind-numbing time-wasting theology that is supposed to attack me, I can simply and only find an ultimate fallacy that it servers no purpose at all other to distract my thoughts from whatever it is I should be thinking about.

Many people fantasize, me included. My fantasy has always been saving humanity from some terrible evil villain, or at least fighting for the cause. On the flipside, I don’t necessarily find humanity worth fighting for. I mean seriously, a quick study of my species reveals a weak, gullible, and mindless species whose only strong point may be the intensity of its fantasies and the endless pursuit of greater creativity in which its fantasies can be played out. Or, is this just the made-up world in my mind as I lie on my back paralyzed by a deep sleep wrapped around my mind?

The worse part, there is no way of knowing. I either wake up by an unknown force to discover the real world, or I keep dwelling in an imaginary one that exist only in my mind. The odd thing is, while I struggle daily to figure out how to wake up, if I am in a coma living out a life in an imaginary world that only exist in my mind, there is some extraordinary advantages. Think about, I am god, the almighty creator. I can change the game, the rules, the stage, and even who I am as all part of it. unthinkably though I seemed to be almost, dare I say, cursed. I don’t know one reality from the other. If only I knew. I could get rid of the evil force and make the whole world the heavenly garden of Edan that everyone dreams of.

All in all, I will guess that I am stuck in a coma caused by some unfortunate traumatic event. Movies, books, music, people’s behavior towards me, all driving me, corralling me towards the gate of awareness to wake up. eventually I will look up and in front of me will be a large gate. Opening it up and walking through it will be my awakening. Wait a minute, why does this sound so familiar? Have I been here before, done this already, seen the future, no, ahh, it’s the ideology of religion. We die, and if we have been good we stand at the pearly gates hoping to get into heaven. I feel like saying, “dam it”. I feel like I have been trapped. The pearly gates are nothing more than the back gate of the cattle truck.

Cherish the Moment

Cherish the Moment
Written by Donovan L. Green
7/31/2018 6:21 AM

It’s July 31, 2018 around 10 pm. I lie outstretched on top of the bed sheets my mind wondering back and forth between future plans that I am excited about, and past events. The windows are open as always and after some rain earlier in the day it is a desirable warm and sticky evening. I lie on my bed looking out the window at the half moon lit world. My four-legged friend Rebel stretched out at my side. A chorus of frogs and crickets sing about their delight of summer time. The gently continuous breeze from a little fan near the head of the bed feels good sweeping over my skin. I can remember many similar evenings throughout the past. My mind drifting back and forth between something I am looking forward to and memories from the past. I tell myself, forget about the past and stop looking to the future, live in the present, be here right now. I listen to the chorus of frogs and crickets and the breeze past my ears and I tell myself, live here and now, live for this moment. Listen to the chorus of frogs and crickets and the breeze past my ears and over my body, live for the moment. Listen to the chorus of frogs and crickets and the breeze past my ears and over my body, live for the moment.

The Things That Really Matter

The Things That Really Matter
Written by Donovan L. Green
7/29/2018 6:30 PM

I was telling my two teenage sons the flat earth story. I only get to spend a couple of weeks a year with them as they live with their mom in a different state. My oldest son is sixteen and the younger is thirteen. My oldest son’s first reaction was, “oh God, you’re not one of them, are you?” I knew it was an uphill battle at that point. My youngest son was very impressive. Not only was he livid about his science being right, but he is years beyond what I expected in his knowledge of it. he paced circles around the living room coffee table for hours explaining to me the laws of physics and how gravity worked and what caused the seasons, etc. Of course, he’s just reciting what he had been taught but he did a really good job with having the right argument at hand with the correct science to explain any question I tossed at him. My oldest son was just uninterested. He finally says, “pops, did you know the earth is flat? That’s right it’s completely flat”. He paused, looked around with his arms out to his sides as if he was going to have to grab a hold of something to keep from floating away and then stated emphatically, “see, nothing changed, I told you it didn’t matter”.

Just with my two sons I got 100% of the populations reaction to the flat earth. The truth of the matter is that they are both right. The invisible scientist have a strong command of what people’s reality is. Even theoretical physicist and astrophysicist have become the modern day theologians and philosophers of the Christian world. Everyone has an answer to justify their beliefs. Besides, science is searching for a cure for cancer. Science is saving lives. Science is helping people, like amputees with new mechanical prosthetics so they can live a relatively normal life that they couldn’t have had otherwise. Science is making things better, solving important problems, and helping people live happier lives. Since all this is seemingly ‘good’ it must be the work of God. Only men do evil things.

I wasn’t trying to convert my sons to the flat earth side. In fact, I hoped I wouldn’t, not because I don’t believe that the earth is flat, but because I want them to be steadfast enough in their beliefs to not float around from one fad to another, or easily shaken from their foundation of belief. I simply was trying to get them to open their eyes and their minds to the fact that even though everything is taught as though it is a given fact, none of it has been proven as fact. Perhaps a person changing their belief from globe earth to flat earth is only a personal satisfaction. I mean what really changes? He is still going to pick up the remote and turn on the television all the same. And she is going to update her Facebook page from her smartphone app all the same. They are going to book a flight for a vacation and drive to the airport all the same. What really changes when we change the earth from globe to flat? I planted a small seed in my children’s minds. That seed will sprout and grow. They ideas that those seeds grow into will not be along the mindless mainstream. One seed will grow into a tree not fooled by anything while the other seed will grow into a tree that will be impossible to stop from spreading.

Well, first of all, if it were true the earth is flat it would mean that someone is lying to us. It seems too preposterously large of a lie doesn’t it. more on that in a minute. The point is, if we are being lied to about where we live, then what else are we being lied to about, possibly everything? The sun? The moon? The stars? It would be overwhelming enough for most people that they would just decide life is good enough the way it is. Besides, if there is one good thing we have an abundance of, it is hope. Personally I think they are placing hope for a better life in the same people that are lying to them about this life, but that’s just me and maybe a few others. So I have heard many flat earth disciples state the globe earth is the biggest deception ever. At first, this would certainly seem the case. After all, being deceived about the ground you walk on is pretty big.

The problem is the impossibility of proving otherwise. A person has to first believe that globe earth is a lie. Then they have to believe that the earth is flat. I mean, if it’s not a globe, flat is the most logical. But my point is not to argue globe v. flat. My point is the part about the lie. I really don’t think it makes a difference whether I believe the earth is a globe or flat. What I think makes a difference is that I can tell I am being lied to about pretty much everything and with that I don’t need have any proofs of the globe or any other shape. This is where I feel a lot of people make their biggest mistake with topics like this. If they don’t have something irrefutably proving something different they are lost. Soon they get tired, fissile out and just stay doing the same old thing they were doing before. The lie excepts them back in and the person is reabsorbed like nothing ever happened. Wouldn’t it be sweet though to have proof that we’re being lied to? We could grab our lanterns and pitch forks and march the liars right down main street into the town square. We would hold up our proof high over our heads and the throngs of citizens would become angry at the liars. The liars would be sentenced accordingly, and all the good people would be set free of the oppression and live happily ever after. Rings of Hollywood I think, or better yet, Disney; mocking us, throwing our weakness in our face with their overwhelming superiority.

Why would I write all of this if I believe proving the lies to be impossible? Why would I bother at all? What’s the point? Remember my question from earlier about being lied to about everything? Have you ever heard the saying, “choose your battles wisely”? Like everything else it has been twisted into something meaningless to basically say there is a time to fight and a time to walk away, but to the wise man, there is something different to this saying. I don’t believe that we should back down and not fight for what we believe in, but rather, choosing another battle that can be won. A battle that has direct personal meaning but also can influence other people. Globe earth isn’t the biggest deception ever sold and it is not the foundation that the liars stand on. The battles that are important are the winnable ones that chisel away at the foundation of the deceit. There is one deception and everything else is a lie to hide that deception; simply put, smoke and mirrors, parlor tricks, and circus stunts to keep everyone amused.

I often asked the difficult questions as a kid. I think most kids ask the difficult to answer questions until they have received enough education to know that difficult questions can only be answered by God or science. But I found that none of the religions, including science, was providing the kind of understanding I was looking for. All my life when my experiences and observations didn’t match what I was taught to believe, I just figure it was my lack of knowledge. But I never stopped seeking the truth. Eventually I began to get suspicious. I stopped assuming it was just my fault, I wasn’t smart enough to understand what I was taught and starting to see things clearly. I have reflected on a lifetime of experiences, posing questions to myself, coming at those questions from different angles. Trying to find more than one explanation for things kept driving me to exam the differences. Eventually I felt like a tiny bug a-drift in an endless ocean of lies and deceit on a piece of deadwood.

Is figuring out the truth possible? Is escaping the lies possible? Is it worth dying to find out? I have an older, atheist friend out in southwest Missouri, in the Ozarks, right in the middle of the religious circus of the western world, Branson Missouri. I used to have discussions with him. I would say, yes but what if?, and his response was always that even though he knew things could be better, he just didn’t have it bad enough to risk making things worse. This logic keeps most people conformed in their little cages and prevents them from wanting to explore the possibilities. The important thing to keep in mind is that behind every lie is a truth that someone wouldn’t like. In other words, the possibilities have to be better, otherwise they wouldn’t be deceiving us and telling us lies. To put it simply, there is no possibility that the alternative, the world that we don’t know about, would be worse or they wouldn’t be desperately hiding it from us.

I’ve been out here alone for a long time. I have yearned to find a small community of people or even just a single person, who believes like me or at least gives me the impression that there is a chance that they could walk with me. I have searched and researched so many possibilities and came up empty, realizing that no matter what people were exploring they were still living their lives based on the principles of the deceit they have been taught. I have witnessed people that believed in the most nonsensical stuff imaginable balk at something as simple as the flat earth. No matter how many spaceships had abducted them and toted them all around the universe, one thing was apparent, once they were returned to their beds in the morning they were still gripped by the quagmire holding everyone hostage. I’m looking for one person that can consider the possibilities that I present, to believe in just one thing with nothing to lose. What I teach is so easy and yet people just can’t hear it.

Question: think of something that you and possibly everyone else would consider a normal expectation, and then think of whether you have ever heard of an exception to it. I don’t want to sound cliché, but think about it. I know you have heard exceptions to the supposed rule. This means that the rules is created in our minds and the exceptions occur when the mind forgets the rule. In other words, I believe the rules can be changed. I admit though, changing a rule of the governing paradigm is extremely difficult to do conscientiously. I believe though that through exercising a belief that it is possible. My youngest son has a bit of a weight problem. He wants to do something about it but he struggles to control what he eats and how much. On the other hand he struggles to stay consistent with exercise. I told him that in order to have the success he desires, he must have the will power to do it. I taught him that what his focus should be is on building his will power. Building will power takes exercising your will to do something. My guidance to him was ever time he thought about snacking he should do a little exercise first. I told him it could be as little as standing up and lifting his arms above his head and back down again a few times. It should be something very simple and easy to do. This act of will power before going to get the snack will do nothing to lose weight and get in shape. But what it will do is build his will to do something other than getting the snack. Over time as consistency occurs he can add a little bit more physical exercise to it. before long, he will have incorporated more exercise until eventually he exercises and skips the snack. In this way he has slowly built his will power to exercise instead of snacking.

I believe that by the same methodology, we can change the rules thereby rebuilding our paradigm. So I have chosen a few ideologies to test. I have found a few things in which if I changed the rules would benefit me, then I have found that there has been an exception somewhere in the animal kingdom, and I have chosen to believe in the exception rather than the taught belief. If I fail, no harm done, but if I succeed at just one paradigm changing belief then I have exercised my will and it has become stronger. The reason that I chose exceptions that exist in the animal kingdom opposed to just in humans is for two reasons. First, every human is taught the same basic principles that create the foundation of the human experience. Secondly, because the whole animal kingdom shares the same world and therefore one set of basic principles should exist for all of us and the animals have not been taught the human paradigm. However crazy my logic may seem, it is logical none the less. Finally, if I do not succeed in changing a rule I am not going to discount my belief but rather understand the challenge I am faced with requires even more steadfast belief. I will never give up, and thus I have made my mantra, “if the only success I ever achieve is never haven given up, then I am successful”.