We are in a mystical journey on a rock hurling through the galaxy, but our mystical journey has now become redundant, suffocated in time. The path turns in circles, leading back to the same spot. Like tracks in the sand, rocks colliding with rocks, forming explosions as to who we are. Deep down to the core, the journey goes ignored, doors closed in a trap going through a mirrored illusion, life has become an hysteria, mass confusion. Do we make life a never ending vortex to the abyss of going no where, do we travel through the black holes to travel to another dimension, occupying time and space. The universe is our maze, like the mind going in an infinite voyage to reveal our inner world. Another second gone, another planet we passed, symbiotically connected, No barriers or confinements, moving free through the universe as should be this life on earth. EARTH.
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WATCH: When Birds Eat Plastic
I protest for those who can’t speak for themselves as I wrote in this blog. Time to start making a change in our world. I think we need to stop using plastic, stop accepting plastic bags in the store, stop using plastic cups. We do live in a world that it has become unavoidable to use plastic. But if we can reduce our way of consumption we can start making the changes and we must find alternatives to plastic, such as cannabis hemp where we can make biodegradable plastic.
Why I protested Standing On A Toilet On A Beach In Puerto Rico
On the summer of 2015, I was astounded to find a toilet in a beautiful beach here in Puerto Rico. People sat next to it as if it was a normal fixture to nature and there it stood for a week or 2 at the same spot.
After a while, I had enough and I removed the toilet from the sandy area and at first I tried to lift that toilet to take it out but the smelly toilet was filled with what I believed as urine, perhaps even poop and garbage and all that liquid started to leak out of the bottom and onto my leg.
So as enraged as I was, I decided to drag it to the side of the road and I decided that I was going to place it in the middle of this 2 way road in which there is enough space for cars to bypass it.
I placed it in the middle of the road as I figured this was a big toilet and people SHOULD be able to see it and just swerve pass it.
So 15 seconds later, this car parked facing the toilet not too far away from the toilet almost hits the toilet with his car.
He was very angry and drags it back to the side of the road and tells me that should not be there and then tries to hide it somewhere around the trees of the forest.
I tell him that does not belong out in nature. But that is the backward mentality of the people as they think that garbage belongs in nature.
So he goes on telling me that he almost hit it and I proceed in asking him if he looks where he is driving, but I forgot that the garbage is invisible to the people as he couldn’t see a toilet in broad daylight.
Perhaps he was in a rush, like many people who rush on with their lives. But I could smell the alcohol emanating from his breath. Here in this island, the people drink heavily in the beach and drive shortly there after. Even drive with open beer containers in their car, drinking it as they drive.
So hey don’t pay no mind to the damn road. So I ask myself, if a stray dog happened to be on the road instead of the toilet, would he have run over that dog. Chances are likely that he would have, since I see so many strays that have gotten hit by cars.
So he then asked if I was going to put it back in the middle of the road, I tell him no, It’s going to stay on the side of the road.
He drives off and their is a pileup of cars behind his. The next car after his stops by the toilet and a lady rolls down her window and throws a paper bag and some other thing at the toilet as she saw the garbage inside of it and assumed that it was the garbage can. Yep, that is how the people respond.
So the beach is now empty because of the downpour of rain. I take my signs and stand on the toilet and held it up high for all the oncoming cars to read. Some people rush on by without having a chance to read what this giant sign says with a man standing on a toilet. Some people honk their horns in approval, others salute me asI raise my signs high. I hold my sign up that says you don’t respect the earth, because you don’t respect yourselves.
One lady with kids in her cars yells out to me, “Cabron, Mamal bicho” which translates to cocksucker and sticks the middle finger at me with her 3 kids in the backseat laughing.
Yep, my sign stands corrected, you don’t respect the earth, how can you have respect for others, including yourself. This is what they teach their kids, the kids grow up as clones and continue this cycle and with each passing generation, we dwindle down to nothing but garbage.
As I said before, people plant garbage instead of cultivating seeds. Just a damn shame. Instead of teaching her kids respect, they teach their kids how to disrespect. Chances are likely that she tosses garbage all over the place and her kids who see her behavior will be nothing but clones of their parents.
So i stand there for over 2 hours in the rain trying to get my message across. Some might think I am crazy because I am fighting for something I believe in, but I consider them crazy for accepting this .
What is our purpose in this world, I go on living my day with a purpose. I will stand triumphantly, I will stand defiantly. I will stand up for all the injustices in this world. Our world.
I don’t fight for this island, I fight for our world. We live in a world where no one has a voice anymore, they want the politicians and the media to speak out for them and when people do use their voice, others would think that they are crazy. People are constrained with their thoughts, they have no thoughts of their own. I will let my opinion be known and I won’t sugarcoat it. I would like to change this world, to better our world.
In this struggle to better this world, as I was standing on that toilet and seeing the garbage around me, . I felt like what i do has become a lost cause. I feel that no one truly cares. But I know I am leaving dents in this world and that their are others out there making dents, they might not be big dents, but they are influential to those who care to listen.
Dents are all we can do right now and hope that more dents happen across many levels. If everyone makes a dent, we could truly make an impact. I always say it starts with those seeds we plant. Hopefully they bloom.
We must take action in changing things. Suffice to say If I did not remove the toilet, how long would have it taken for it to be removed from there. How many more people would have thrown their trash alongside that toilet.
We are the change. So no matter how alone you might feel, there are more of us out there.
get the courage to stand up for what you believe in. Do whatever you can like stand on a toilet to get the attention the message deserves.
I implore everyone to take action and also I implore everyone with an idea, a thought to change the world to get out there and let your message be heard. Let yourself be heard. You might not get your message across to everyone, but all you need is one person to listen, for that one seed to bloom so that they in turn can start spreading seeds of their own. Let your voice be heard, it’s a beautiful thing. Peace and love.
What do you think of my form of protest? Leave comments down below
Concientiza: Mira Lo Que Pasa Cuando Ignoran La Basura
Cuando yo llego a la playa, lo primero que hago yo es limpia todo que yo puedo. Soy solo una persona, no puedo se todos, por eso nesista trabaja juntos. Todos hacemos su parte hacemo un impacto….
Por favor comparte este mensaje.. gracias y mucho paz y amor.
Este Foto Ofende La Gente Mas Que La Misma Basura Que Vez En la Tierra
Este Foto Ofende La Gente Mas Que La Misma Basura Que Vez En la Tierra
por favor lea antes de reaccionar.
Como ustedes se siente cuando vez la basura por toda esta bella mundo?
Actualmente estoy en PR y toda la isla está llena de basura, Puerto Rico se un convierto a un vertedero. Me pregunto que carajo pasa con la gente?
Ya no respetan la tierra y a no respetar la tierra, ya no se respetan ellos mismos.
Yo no soy nativo de Puerto Rico, Vivo aquí ya como 8 años, Durante los últimos 5 años camine con letreros para sembrar consciencia por la isla. Pueden ver los fotos y sabe sobre mas de mi misión aquí.
Ahora muchos quieren sabe porque yo posee un inodoro photoshopped en la bandera de Puerto Rico.
Hace 4 años,, Encontré un inodoro en la playa de los tubos en Manati, y yo vi que la gente estaban sentado a lado de ese inodoro como si fuera nada. Lo usaron como un zafacón. Lo usaron para orinar en él. hasta creo se cagaron adentro. Aqui puedes leer mas sobre que yo hice con ese inodoro.
Pero en verdad, Me dolió mucho a ver un inodoro en la playa, como me duele ver toda esta basura en una isla tan hermosa todos los días que voy a la playa o a los ríos y en toda las carreteras y por eso yo LUCHO!
Yo no lo hice para ofender a nadie. Sólo para hacer un punto que la gente se vuelva más enojado con eso, que un inodoro en la playa o mirando toda esta basura por toda la isla.
La misma manera como yo me sentí cuando vi ese inodoro. Así ustedes se siente cuando ver ese foto, Ahora sabes como yo me siento cuando veo una isla tan hermosa, un paraíso tan bello destruido con tanta basura.
Y así ustedes deben sentirse cuando ven toda esa basura por toda esta isla .
Se que la gente de aquí se obtienen más ofendidos si un inodoro estaba en cima de su bandera, en debe de ofenderse de toda esta basura en nuestra madre tierra. Y por eso hice la foto con la bandera.
Ahora la pregunta es ¿Qué Posee alguien tirar un inodoro en la playa. Esta es la forma en que tratan a la isla. Esta es su forma de pensar.
Ellos no ven un paraíso, no ven esto como un hogar, no sólo a ellos, sino a las muchas especies que lo habitan. Esta isla se ha convertido en una causa perdida. Un paraíso perdido.
Ese es el mundo en que vivimos. La gente se enoja en las cosas artificiales. Se centran en las cosas materiales. , demasiado ocupados borrachearse y Siempre quieren fiesta, que no se dan cuenta de este hermoso mundo que les rodea. No van a notarlo, hasta que se acabe.
La gente espera que el gobierno venga a limpiar para ellos. Cuando es responsabilidad de todos. La gente aquí se ha acostumbrado a la basura. Ellos simplemente caminar sobre ella en vez de recogerlo.
Si todos hiciéramos nuestra parte, podríamos cambiar todo esto. Se inicia con no tirar la basura en el suelo. Debemos asumir la responsabilidad de nuestras acciones.
Deje de conformarse con mediocridad. La gente no quieren recoger porque alguien la tiró al suelo. Tragar su orgullo.
Esta tierra es el hogar de muchas otras especies. Hablo no sólo de la tierra, pero para aquellos que no pueden hablar por sí mismos. Los peces, las tortugas, las aves.
Un día, vi a tres mujeres que se sentaron encima de un montón de colillas de cigarrillos. Ese es nuestro mundo. Nos hemos convertido en inconsciente al mundo que nos rodea.
Pregúntense qué clase de mundo queremos dejar. Este el mundo que desea para sus nietos.
tus antepasados estarían avergonzados de lo que ha pasado con la gente y por su negligencia. Mucho de ustedes escupa sobre la tumbas de ellos por como ustedes tratan esta bella tierra.
¿Qué tipo de huella dejará atrás en este mundo. ¿Qué tipo de impacto qué quiere dejar. La forma en que nos dirigimos, estamos a punto de salir con un impacto negativo en este mundo, todo el dinero que usted acumula, no se irá contigo. Usted sería muerto, con basura por todas partes de sus tumbas.
Despierta mi gente, cuida esta belleza, no lo deje que se pierda. Que el cambio empieza con nosotros cuando abrimos nuestro ojos! Aqui hice un video preguntando cual prefiere vertedero or un paraiso.
Cual te dueles mas? Ver la bandera con un inodoro o la playa con un inodoro?
Dejan commentario, dale share a esto. Despierta mi gente. crecen consciencia! Somos el cambio si queremos ser el cambio. Empieza con ustedes mi gente.
Por favor comparten!
My Beach Protest Was A Rude Awakening
My Beach Protest Was A Rude Awakening
Definition of rude awakening
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: surprising and unpleasant discovery that one is mistaken <He thinks he can get by without doing any work, but he is in for a rude awakening.> (According to Merriam-Webber.)
With the way I protested throughout this island with my signs, I am very aggressive with the things I say. I put all my thoughts out there, however “radical and extreme” people may find them. I hold nothing back. People may find it harsh, or find the things I say to be very abrasive. But that is what I call a rude awakening.
Now people might also misconstrue the words I say. They might find it offensive in some ways. But I am one who likes to push the envelope, to be controversial.
I don’t say the things i say to be hateful or offensive, although I try to push the envelope of what is offensive.
I say things with passion. I say things that as I always say will light a fire under peoples ass to spark change. To spark thoughts.
Sure, it might alienate people from me, but I could care less as long as they start to think. I plant the seeds and hope that it will grow. Now I believe in positive energy and I do this with positiveness behind the message.
I protest in various beaches here in Puerto Rico with signs about taking care of the environment, since every week they convert the beach into a landfill. I have messages that are direct and in your face.
No matter how many people might feel about those messages, many people respond and start to clean up after themselves when they realize what i say holds weight.
That is the rude awakening. It is kind of sad that I need to hold a sign for people to realize their own destruction. But it is the world we live in and I won’t be silent about any injustices I find in this world.
I even protest for cannabis at the beach. No one has to like what I have to say and I don’t have to make the biggest impact. Just had to make small dents here and there. Because I know that those seeds will bloom eventually. Some might be dormant but that is why they need a rude awakening.
I find that nice messages just don’t suffice. People need to be shocked and awe. Please don’t dirty the beach, just does not cut it anymore. Well it might, if you are a crooked politician where everyone eats your word.
But for me, the easiest way to convey my message is to be as blunt as possible. No sugar coating anything. We need more rude awakenings because if we don’t have more of these, the sad fact is that people would continue to remain asleep.
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Watch What Happens When Cannabis Becomes Legal (SNL NYC Law Spoof)
Watch What Happens When Cannabis Becomes Legal (SNL NYC Law Spoof)
Here is a spoof on Saturday Night live about the Cannabis law that passed in NYC, where you can carry under 25 grams of cannabis. Now, instead of getting thrown in the slammer, you will reportedly be issued a summons and get a fine for $100. Although it is still reasonable dumb to be fined for a plant that causes no harm. Although they made the stereotypical pothead in this video.
I rather enjoyed the video. But what if everyone did come outside like that and smoked. My question remains would they arrest us all as there are as many cannabis users as nonusers, but we are just too hidden tucked safely away in the closet. Free yourselves, educate yourselves so you can educate others.
And if we did come out like that an everyone was smoking, what would be the big issue. As We all Know Cannabis unites the people as I wrote in this blog here. People would come together and enjoy the cannabis, everyone would be relaxed and peaceful. We would be smiling, enjoying our surroundings and enjoying
Disaster Shamanism
This following article was not written by me. but it encapsulates how I feel. How I view my world. Many are of us are awakening to a new world and this awakening is happening due in part to people such as myself and others who may be these “disasters shaman”, who have gained that connection to nature and are spreading seeds of change. We hear nature, yet ignore her. Enjoy the article. Leave comments down below or on the author’s site, link below. Peace.
Z, Contributing Writer
Waking Times
“For what one needs in this universe is not certainty but the courage and nerve of the gambler; not fixed conviction but adaptability; not firm ground whereupon to stand but skill in swimming.” –Alan Watts
“Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying, and human existence is indistinguishable from an absurd vegetation.” -Simone De Beauvoir
What is Disaster Shamanism?
Disaster Shamanism is a form of post-modern shamanism. The main task of a disaster shaman is to visit local and non-local environments that have experienced disasters (natural and/or cultural) and do what it takes to help philanthropically (not necessarily monetarily), using shamanistic, psychoanalytic, and eco-centric tactics, and to respond as a healer within a Eco-psychological and shamanic cosmology.
Disaster shaman are New-heroeswho realize that the only thing that trumps moderation is volition. It is for this reason that disaster shamans choose to “listen” to nature over culture. They listen to nature in order to figure out how to live moderately so that others may moderately live. They use a nature first culture second approach so as to avoid the smokescreen of aggrandized human opinion, and to get through to the healthy/unhealthy cosmic order that is the voice of Gaia (mother Earth). They use this knowledge to heal, holistically, any and all eco-psycho-cultural environments.
Disaster shamans are preeminent guides for escaping the Pyramid of Civilization and they are skilled in the art of re-wilding and diagnosing nature deprivation. They bring balance and tonality to an otherwise atonal world, using peaceful resistance and civil disobedience to accentuate where modern-man has become excessive. They harness the two-fold power of healthy, global change with the concepts of Eco-moral Commitalism andEco-moral Tribalism.
The many make one lifetime into less; the wise make one lifetime into many. Disaster shamans are intent upon making their one life into many. They do this by devoting themselves to a nomadic lifestyle; one that expands horizons and blurs the lines drawn between cultures. They live “horizonally” like James P. Carse‘s Infinite Player, understanding that boundaries can, and must, be turned into horizons.
The diatribe of the Disaster Shaman is: go forth and simplify. They do this with courage and gusto, realizing that wisdom begins first with nature, the best of guides; and second with pain, the worst of guides. Disaster shamans subsume cowardice by assuming a heroic posture toward life. They understand that fear is natural. They except fear for what it is, embrace it, and then transform it into courage.
Disaster shamans take it upon themselves to develop what Ivan Illich called “tools of conviviality” by courageously living their destiny as opposed to merely going through the motions of living the destiny handed down to them. They are human catalysts and proactive agents of change. A disaster shaman is a New-oracle come to tell the old-oracles that they have failed.
“People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason the world is in chaos is because things are being loved, and people are being used” -(Anonymous).
A disaster shaman realizes the chaos of the modern world. The Hopi have a term for it: Koyanasiquatsi, life out of balance. To this extent disaster shamans are forces of nature first and people second. They understand that we live at a bifurcation point in human history and they work toward regaining balance by teaching – through détournement and social gad-flying– relationship-based love in a materialistic world. They take it upon themselves to create new ways of communing, by polarizing communities and implementing creative alternatives to outdated, unhealthy modes of living.
Disaster shamans are the architects of advanced sustainability, the threshold guardians of a new eco-enriched society of eco-moral people. Disaster shamans do not wait around for the right moment. They adapt to the ebb and flow of life’s ups and downs and overcome vicissitude through imagination, practical will and radicalized action, realizing that the right moment is always now.
A disaster shaman teaches how to become a hero over power, as opposed to simply being a hero with power. Carrying the banner of a New-hero, disaster shamans have perfected the art of hero expiation; what I call Capital Munificence. This is applied commitalism with emphasis on the expiation and redistribution and reciprocity of wealth. Disaster shamans bring the secret to such power to disaster situations and “heal” through teaching the people how to get power over power, and especially how to transform false power into true power.
They have perfected the art of Ideal Foolishness, or Foolish Ideology. Indeed, it is the call to arms of the Disaster Shaman. Their way of hypocritical art bridges the gap between science and spirituality by showing a child-like trust and hope for the human condition, that leaves open the realm of mystery and enchantment, while also explaining the infinite fabric of reality through scientific-mythology.
In order to prevent megalomania from the creative individual becoming too full of his own meanings, disaster shamans turn the tables on creative self-annihilation by the expiation and mockery of their power and a healthy laughter at their illusions. They disclose the world with the purpose of freedom and further disclosure. And by that same action they try to free others from enclosure into disclosure. Disaster shamans find the exigence which is common to all men and women: the will to freedom, the will to power, and the will to conquer both so as to make compassionate action manifest. They are willing to die in order to bring water to the Wasteland.
The Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse (Providence) is a mask worn by a disaster shaman. It represents rebirth and renewal in the face of death and disease. Thus, as Akoyeh, post-modern heyoka and the world’s first disaster shaman, I have become the Fifth Horseman.
In that capacity I have dedicated myself to spreading the seeds of self-actualized love, open-mindedness, and progressive sustainability. I have devoted myself to planting gardens of heroism in the humus of war, hate, close-mindedness, greed, and anything left behind by the original four horsemen (anybody caught up in any kind of unsustainable, unhealthy, violent, stupid, immoral or mass-destructive social system). And so I will gather the original four horsemen under one banner and teach them that the NEW definition of “right & wrong” is derived from the natural dictation of “healthy & unhealthy” rather than the human opinion of “good & evil.”
I will show them that I have squeezed every last drop of slave’s blood from my mind, body and soul; knowing that, had I not done so, had I not challenged the entire notion of slavery, I would have just become a new prisoner, boss, master or CEO in a violent, exploitative, dog-eat-dog system. But if all the blood is painfully squeezed away, then a free person emerges.
I am Crazy Horse. I am Geronimo. I am Gandhi. I am Christ. And not even death can stop those who are free.
About the Author
Z, a former Navy Intelligence Specialist turned philosopher, is the author of Birthday Suit of God and The Looking Glass Man. His works are inspired by the great philosophers of the ages and his wide awake view of the modern world. His recent works at Waking Times can be seen here, and also found at Z’s Hub.
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