Thursday, June 6, 2013

The Retreat, a treatment of sorts...

When I started this I didn't know how it was going to end but now I do and I'm pretty sure I can keep going to begin with I'm not much of an author yes I've written one book but it's been a little while since I've written anything and By the Way punctuation is implied see that's how I roll sure the book company would like me to add punctuation but since I don't really care it's all good later on your find out the things that I'm saying now are actually relevant to the story that you are going to read it's funny actually but enough about time building more about that building a lot of things but interpretation is everything see if there's no punctuation and who's to say what begins or ends. So that was the first run on sentence this is the second. Okay so that wasn't a run on sentence but the first certainly was and this one is also going to be quite a run on sentence before the completely expressed thoughts is conveyed from me to you and keeps going on until it reaches a point at which the run on sentence becomes almost a life source of it's own and independently gained its own will by itself continuing to run on and on and on more about that later or perhaps not either way it really isn't relevant so why do I write it. This story is a story about love and loss it's a story of time travel and is a story about being able to choose your own direction.  It is a heroes journey and don't worry there will be punctuation.

So forget that bit up there...  I was rambling but imagine if you will a stream of realities like on ramps and off ramps of sorts in the super-strings of time-space.  Taking one path leads only the mind to decide how the world is and believing the past is not the past but the future has led to a rewriting of the past to put the creator in league with his one true companion in this spiritual journey.  The follow up to CodeBase by Chris Johnson, me.

Saturday, March 2, 2013


Sand... Everywhere, sand and dirt. Humidity is high but it may be a long while before it rains. This could mean trouble if not tragedy for the harvest that I'd hope for. This morning I noticed a bit of dew on a few of the plants that have learned how to live in these conditions. That gives me hope. It brings to mind that it is the determination of those that persevere and adapt that stand a chance in these conditions, and it is those who rigidly cling to their ways that wither and perish by their own foolish unwillingness to succumb to the required need for change essential for survival here. Today's lesson is to evolve when and where it is necessary.

I must remain patient and prepare for the proper time in which to sow my seed. Readying the soil for that time is crucial but plowing the ground now could prove to be a futile effort if not even a detrimental error which could result in the complete sabotage of any further potential growth being possible due to the exposed earth's inability to remain sufficiently moist-- at least enough to allow seed to sprout.

I will continue to wait.

Perhaps I will read a bit. Maybe after I awaken from a much needed slumber.

Yes, sleep it shall be.

May I make it through the night and arise with a clear memory of the lucid dreams I wish to have.


Holy Scat!

Welcome to my humble little home on the web. Much like an early American settler, I feel like some eager pioneer, ready to bravely blaze a trail so that I may stake my claim. Unfortunately, it almost seems that there is no more gold in them thar hills, that the rush is over and all the good land is gone. But what do I see over there, unclaimed land?! Could it be? Sure it's dry with only a trace of wildlife. No one cares for this land? Many men have found sanctuary in the desert though. Many have sought refuge there. They've sought a retreat where they could find answers and other such nonsense some might think. Merely delusions brought on by heat exhaustion and isolation surely. Nay, though one might think this of some, not all have perished in this environment. The desert from which I write is not a place but an abstraction, if you will. It's a desert where I will cultivate ideas. These thoughts will hopefully take root and great fruit will blossom. Some will still look out over this desert and doubt anything will come from the soil but I have faith that the seeds I plant will sprout and flourish. You may have doubt but I see the potential in this land...

This land I have claimed...

And so, let it begin.