Balance.

Try it.

It's probably the secret to life.

Balance is your best defense against misfortune.

Every human being has the natural ability to determine what's not good for them.

Whenever you get that feeling – think balance.

“I don't spent enough time with my family.”

Slowly create more time.

“I drink too much caffeine.”

Ease a glass of water into your day.

“I eat too much.”

Start cutting down on your portions.

First realize your troubles.

Then make an effort to balance.

Balance molds character.

Balance brings good fortune.

Another Chapter to Six Dragons?

The 7th chapter started exploring the concept of duality, or as I called it - the bittersweet coin of life. And that's where I left off 2 years ago...
Now, 6D is back with a fresh perspective from a very enlightened youtube user who posted this amazing video within the past month. This individual believes duality is something we can actually heal! Great work my friend. Please watch, and enjoy :)

Life: The Ultimate Strategy Guide

Two years ago, just before Six Dragons, I wrote a featured article published in the March edition of ...If, a new age/spirituality journal. It was my first time being published and it really led to the creation of this blog. I thought I'd share it:

Life: The Ultimate Strategy Guide

This walkthrough is compatible with all versions of Life. Whatever platform you choose for Life, you'll find that the game is universally the same, and nothing is left out. We must warn you that this walkthrough contains spoilers. If you would rather not spoil the story of the game, then please do not continue reading. This guide should provide players with a good sense of how Life plays out. Overall, Life is a simple game, so some may refer to this guide just for information and pointers. Let's begin.
The opening menu of Life will be the character selection screen. Jill and Chris are the only characters to choose between. Other than subtle differences in player abilities (i.e. resiliencies to different types of damage), your decision will not affect the outcome of the game; only the course of it. Following the character selection screen will be another screen for level of difficulty: Easy or Hard. This is purely at the discretion of the player. Be careful! This ultimately will be the most important decision the player makes in the game. Unlike the character selection screen, the decision on this screen will directly affect the outcome of the game as well as the course of it. Press X to continue on.
The next screen will be a short cinematic clip introducing you to the game. You are not able to identify if the character in the clip is either Jill or Chris. As far as we are concerned, the opening sequence is the same for both, and it only changes towards the end in accordance with the chosen level of difficulty.

Level 1 (Easy):
Your character will begin training. In order to play Life effectively in this mode, the player must prepare their character for it. The player must learn to work with the elements of the game. Your character will come across other people in the game that are all crucial to your success. It is your character's responsibility to earn their quiet respect by letting it be known that your character is willing to relinquish its' self for them at any point in the game. Remember, without the reverence of these people your own character, whether it's Jill or Chris, will hold little value, and success is very limited. Remember that this is easy mode, so your character shouldn't have any problems being generally accepted by other characters in the game. However, success still lies within the decision-making ability of the player controlling the character in the game.

Level 1 (Hard):
You will also begin training, but your approach varies somewhat. Unlike easy mode, all external aspects are viewed as hindrances pitted against your definitive goal. As a result, the elements and people in the game must work with you instead of the other way around. All characters who have the inability to gain your respect are Insubordinates. The harder level of difficulty plays at a much faster pace, so one can not afford to be slowed down by the Insubordinates. They must be neutralized through the use of "armed" or "naked" tactics. These are clearly displayed on the "Weapons" screen after pressing the Start button. We'll discuss the use of these tactics later on.

Level 2 (Easy):
Your character will start to interact with the external elements. These elements are strictly meant for observation and practical use ONLY. This mode will not just allow the player to meddle with anything it comes across. Here, the entire physical universe must be left in its primitive state. The beauty of this mode is that most things can be replaced, but it can only be done using primordial methods. For example, this level provides your character with unwavering options for organic remedies to boost physical condition. Every time a particular plant is completely removed for use of herbal medicine, it becomes the player's responsibility to germinate from the same spot. This is an important concept to remember due to a rather larger flaw in the game. This flaw is the lack of an indicator, or some kind of status bar reflecting balance. The relationships between your character and the external elements/characters in the game must be balanced. Any imbalance, such as not replacing the plant your character used for medicine, will result in the player eventually losing the game. It is wise to keep the road of imbalance short, so the player can easily go back and fix their mistakes in order to succeed in the game. If a player practices careless imbalance for too long, the mistakes will be irreparable (Game Over).

Level 2 (Hard):
Contrary to easy mode, hard mode allows you to use the elements to your own advantage. You have one goal: Exploitation. The best ways to conquer this level are done by practicing the basic concepts of manipulating, altering, and interfering. Here, worrying about balance is not only tedious, but time consuming. Time is very significant in this mode. You must stay ahead, or keep up – there is absolutely no falling behind. One answer or solution presented by you in turn creates twice as many problems, so be on your toes! Your main objective is reached mostly through discontent. As long as one remains dissatisfied, he/she will strive for a more adequate resolution. Beware! You must remember that every answer or conclusion you come to will only lead to more questions. It is your job to keep coming up with endless answers.

Level 3 (Easy):
Here, your character's understandings of the first two levels are put to the ultimate test.

**SPOILER ALERT**

The REAL secret is to simply apply what your character has learned throughout the first two levels.
In order to successfully beat the game, the trick is to simply comprehend the fact that what's good for the goose is good for the gander. The player should have grasped the concept that the characters, as well as the rest of the entire physical world, determine your fate. Subsequently, the goal is to make EVERY character in the game understand this universal truth. Therefore, if any character in the game fails to recognize that his destiny is chosen by others rather than himself, then he ultimately will not understand that HE in turn decides the fate of everyone else. This is VERY critical. Life does an excellent job testing the character throughout this level leaving the player cognitively frustrated, and physically broken.
This is what makes Life a truly incredible game. Only the most virtuous players thrive. Be patient in this timeless world.

Level 3 (Hard):
You control your own destiny now. Your attempts at conquest are fruitless without using the basic principles of manipulating, altering, and interfering. These principles are directly aided by the constant use of armed and/or naked tactics. By selecting the weapons screen, you can assess plenty of options separated in two categories. Armed tactics involve physical assaults on adversaries while naked tactics, on the other hand, entails psychological assaults. Insubordinates are completely at your will. There are MANY ways to control and/or eliminate other people in the game, so we will leave it up to you to flex your creative muscles. We understand that it's best if you can effectively use the external elements to segregate characters first. You will see that united characters display more strength, so it is smarter to separate them. You can do this by selecting the "Divergence" option under the heading of naked tactics. This option will lead the other people in the game to believe that they are different to many degrees, which lead to the development of groups. Under "Divergence" you will find the "Benefactor" option. We find this to be very effective in controlling or taming the characters after they have segregated. Option "Benefactor" involves direct exploitation of the external elements (mentioned above as a key factor to completing this mode). This option allows each group to possess elements that the others can not. Put one in charge of the sun, and the other the moon. This tactic not only keeps the groups operating smoothly to support one another, but also reiterates the idea that if a group has something to gain, then they must also have something to lose. This appears to be the most efficient way to neutralize groups. (NOTE: During the use of naked tactics, don't be afraid to dip into the armed options. They usually speed up the process while making the walls that separate the groups unquestionably higher and stronger.)

**SPOILER ALERT**

The primary objective in this level is to take absolute control. How is this accomplished? It is accomplished by making almost every character in the game feel like they have something to lose. We showed you one way to get there. There are many proposed plans, but the policy is straightforward - Fear.
You can't conquer anything without it.

Is the Gulf Oil Spill an Irrevocable Disaster?

Photo from www.captainsvoyage-forum.net

Quote from www.godlikeproductions.com:

"Heard your mention of the oil disaster in the Gulf of Mexico this morning, and you (and most everyone else except maybe George Noory) are totally missing the boat on how big and bad of a disaster this is.

First fact, the original estimate was about 5,000 gallons of oil a day spilling into the ocean. Now they're saying 200,000 gallons a day. That's over a million gallons of crude oil a week!

I'm engineer with 25 years of experience. I've worked on some big projects with big machines. Maybe that's why this mess is so clear to me.

First, the BP platform was drilling for what they call deep oil. They go out where the ocean is about 5,000 feet deep and drill another 30,000 feet into the crust of the earth. This it right on the edge of what human technology can do. Well, this time they hit a pocket of oil at such high pressure that it burst all of their safety valves all the way up to the drilling rig and then caused the rig to explode and sink. Take a moment to grasp the import of that. The pressure behind this oil is so high that it destroyed the maximum effort of human science to contain it.

When the rig sank it flipped over and landed on top of the drill hole some 5,000 feet under the ocean.

Now they've got a hole in the ocean floor, 5,000 feet down with a wrecked oil drilling rig sitting on top of is spewing 200,000 barrels of oil a day into the ocean. Take a moment and consider that, will you!

First they have to get the oil rig off the hole to get at it in order to try to cap it. Do you know the level of effort it will take to move that wrecked oil rig, sitting under 5,000 feet of water? That operation alone would take years and hundreds of millions to accomplish. Then, how do you cap that hole in the muddy ocean floor? There just is no way. No way.

The only piece of human technology that might address this is a nuclear bomb. I'm not kidding. If they put a nuke down there in the right spot it might seal up the hole. Nothing short of that will work.

If we can't cap that hole that oil is going to destroy the oceans of the world. It only takes one quart of motor oil to make 250,000 gallons of ocean water toxic to wildlife. Are you starting to get the magnitude of this?

We're so used to our politicians creating false crises to forward their criminal agendas that we aren't recognizing that we're staring straight into possibly the greatest disaster mankind will ever see. Imagine what happens if that oil keeps flowing until it destroys all life in the oceans of this planet. Who knows how big of a reservoir of oil is down there.

Not to mention that the oceans are critical to maintaining the proper oxygen level in the atmosphere for human life.

We're humped. Unless God steps in and fixes this. No human can. You can be sure of that."

Creepy Lookin Cards from a Creepy Themed Game

Take a look at some images from a role-playing card game that came out in 1995 by Steve Jackson Games.








Pics from Illuminati Card Game predicts the Future!

How dumb are we?

Pollution in china

Our Poor Planet...

9 Eco Rules Humans Shouldn't Break If we want to Survive

Science: When common sense fails

Back in October, I continued with my mental experiment by discussing what I thought to be the 2nd biggest paradox of ALL TIME.
So, now, fast forward 8 months later. According to a recently published article in the Guardian, I just happen to be fuckin right...again...

gg common sense :)

What they said:
More than 98% of supposedly natural and environmentally friendly products on US supermarket shelves are making potentially false or misleading claims, Congress has been told.

What I said:
This 'All Natural' endeavor makes no sense at all. False advertising is a crime, but it's even more criminal to have one of the most revered words in the human vocabulary misrepresented like this.
It's like stamping 'All Natural' on some nasty, worn street whore.

Guess what?

Technology can't replace nature.

Go Figure?

Same Glass, New Perspective...

When I first started blogging, I said at the very beginning that my view of the world is only one of many unique perspectives. These perspectives may change, but the truth doesn't. Just as some people see the glass half empty while others see it half full. See what you want, say what you want, but the contents of that glass never changes.

In regard to this rant on perspectives, I'd like to share another fresh perspective from Kevin Dann of Reality Sandwich. In his article, The Apocalypse Code, Dann writes:

"Apart from the striving to exercise military and financial power on a global scale, another area of growing concern to modern humanity is the genetic manipulation of organisms -- GMOs. Its relevance at this time is not surprising, since it is evident that it is actually part of the third temptation -- the temptation of turning stones to bread -- which is unfolding in the period 1988 to 2018. However, instead of the mineral realm ("stones") being manipulated to appear as if living ("bread"), it is a direct assault upon the "daily bread" itself. The words "Give us this day our daily bread" are directed to the Divine as the ultimate source of our daily bread. Food that is genetically manipulated is an attempted substitution of inverted food in place of the real food intended for us from our Divine Origin. By inverted food is meant the principle of taking that which is of divine origin and manipulating it so that it is changed while nevertheless still appearing to be like the original. It is again the principle of virtual reality, but now transposed to the organic realm. From the perspective offered in this book on Christ and the Maya calendar, since the Mystery of Golgotha -- and in a new and more profound sense since the onset of the second coming -- the earth is the body of Christ, and thus not only human beings but also the animals, plants, and minerals of the earth are sacred to Christ. This is the deeper meaning of the words, "Heaven is my throne, and earth my footstool" (Acts 7:49). The endeavor of Satan/Ahriman is to take over the entire earth and to populate the earth with his creations -- GMOs -- in place of the plant life sacred to Christ. The achievement of this goal would signify -- at least, in the realm of food -- the breaking of the link between humanity and nature."

With a biblical spin, Dann also warns of the grave difference between natural vs. unnatural.

Everyone at Six Dragons couldn't agree more with this idea.

New perspective, same old glass.

Shallow people drive this world, accepting everything at face value along the way.

Why the fuck do I receive all that spam mail? Why are we continually subjected to so many cheap infomercials?

I'll tell you why.
It works...

Most people buy into that shit.

Listen, you’re not going to find the answer you’re looking for on some billboard or the full page ad of whatever magazine.
The absolute truth is just never spelled out for you.

If I ever happen to come across a sign that's telling me the road to salvation is on the next left, I believe I’d go right...

Surprise Surprise

Seems that one of the few conclusions I've drawn may not be that crazy after all.

In case you haven't read completely through my creative experiment, throughout a two year reflection of life here on Earth I've basically come to the ultimate conclusion that our planet is on it's way out the cosmic door.
First, I blamed us.
Then, I took a step back.
I decided not to give humanity THAT much credit...
I then alluded to something maybe pulling our strings. I mentioned that our own unnatural actions could indirectly serve as a stark reflection of a dying planet - meaning we are just symptoms of a planetary death.

Well, according to another blogger, a botched experiment in Germany could possibly introduce the idea that we may actually be "nothing more than fancy antennas receiving signals". Check it out.

“If there is someone like me in the world, and I'm at one end of the spectrum... Couldn't there be someone the opposite of me, at the other end?” - Elijah Price (Samuel L. Jackson) in “Unbreakable” (2000)

Maybe we should start approaching life with our two magic words always in mind.
Use the textbook definitions of every root and derivative faithfully. Follow them as best as you can. After all, it is where you live.
Why wouldn’t you actually apply the self-explained laws of your environment?
Think about it. Imagine living second to second, minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day on your own accord. You can live your life trusting in the natural plan unknown to you. There are no positive or negative outcomes - only outcomes.
Mother Nature is the conductor of this human orchestra, and she will eat your motherfucking lunch.
It sounds like common sense, but there are so many people out there who think these rules don't apply to them.
These people are sleeping through a spiritual awakening, and totally missing the fact that we've defied the unwritten laws of nature and the universe for too long, turning this place into a cesspool, and it's time to pay the fiddler.

But I digress...

How could I just throw the book at humans like that?
There is a possibility that our unnatural human footprints draw no direct connection to Earth's gloomy changes (i.e. global warming).

Our own unnatural actions could only serve as a stark reflection of a dying planet.
We could just be symptoms! We are the flared up herpes jumping off the face of Earth. How does that grab ya?
Perhaps we can be considered actors as well? Was Shakespeare right all along? Was it always the world’s stage, and are we merely playing the third act?

Well to say the least, these actions come at no surprise. The bequests of our ancestors resonate throughout time. As we all know from studying our ancestry, history tends to repeat itself. Over the course of time, empires rise and fall. There are many facts and opinions written in academic texts supporting several different theories for their decline - and I think they're all right. You don't have to qualify as a historian to know and understand these reasons. You only need be wary of the main idea, which this piece simply provides for you: Unnatural conduct is unsustainable.
Joseph Tainter alludes to this unsustainability in his book "The Collapse of Complex Societies." Tainter basically states that ancient civilizations drowned in their own social, political, and scientific complexities. These complexities continually grew until supply fell short of demand, and large groups of people found themselves in a tangled web wove by the human drive for more territory, food, water, energy, information, and technology. In other words, every well appeared to run dry because the simple notion of that hole in the Earth paved the way for other projects, such as channels, aqueducts, dams, sewers, and all sorts of irrigation systems from a rope and bucket to a hose and sprinkler. Get it?
In any historical context, our way of life has always been counterproductive. Our human progress slowly degrades nature with each passing day. This is the ultimate lesson only taught by the ultimate experience.
Keeping the wall theory in mind, we should be able to make sense of this suicidal behavior. We should be able to look at every worldly crisis saying, "C'mon, what did we really expect?" I mean every thing. Peak oil, global warming, economic downturn, etcetera are all unnatural products of unnatural acts.
At least I have the fortitude to say this. Our highest human authorities on matters of right and wrong can't even muster up the courage. They dub things like stem cell research and cloning as too "unpredictable."

Unpredictable?

Are you kidding me?

I guess that the majority of us aren’t "blessed" with thinking in terms of longevity. As long as there are no immediate or close to immediate repercussions, we basically don't give a hoot.
It's like trying to comprehend infinity. Stop and try to think about infinity. Dare yourself to fathom how far infinity goes. Where does it start and end? Our little minds just shut down, and usually deem it, um, shall we say unpredictable?
If nothing is immediately wrong, we just blow it off.
We simply can not comprehend outcomes because the actual weight of an outcome always conflicts with our present limited perception - similar to tossing trash out of a vehicle while driving.
Almost every driver has carefully checked to see who's around before thinking about innocently chucking an empty coffee cup, water bottle, candy wrapper, or cigarette box out of their window. For each one of us, justifying this act is easy, but it's only easy because there are no short-term consequences. "So what?” and “Who cares?" make up the bulk of the typically ignorant responses. The prisoners will pick it up, right?
Well, what about the garbage crisis in Italy? What about the massive plastic island floating in the Pacific Ocean? Each piece of trash carries a so-called innocent story, which climaxes years later into an epically guilty tale.
Only time can truly expose the deteriorating fabric of civilization.
We’re just beginning to witness all of history’s unnatural ideas fall through. We’re seeing the grim results of great ideas for short-term progress, like mass transportation, vaccines, and pesticides (just to name a few). Seriously folks, take a look at your local infrastructure. I dare you to drive 5 miles without seeing ANY bright orange signs for road construction or bridge repairs.
This begs some questions though – were we just not thinking things through? Did common sense only compromise seedy goals?
Well, ignorance is bliss afterall.
Hey, I’ve hid myself from reality just as much as anyone reading this. Every failed relationship recorded in my past is based on this concept.
Overly optimistic eyes believe whatever they want at first. For instance, in high school I knew certain girls weren’t right for me, but damn, some were so beautiful that all they had to do was give me the time of day. Once that uplifting, fuzzy feeling permeated throughout my entire body, I gained the biggest bullshit perception of that girl’s character. The truth was I never even saw past her eye-liner.
I must add that compounding the situation with false hope is even worse. Especially when I think that I might have a shot at actually making things work because my situation is so special and different from everyone else. Even when I know she’s been mounted more times than the Royal Canadian Police, I can still wholeheartedly believe that she’s my soul mate.

Human beings have a really hard time surrendering to the truth for all sorts of reasons, and if love can fool you, pretty much anything can.
Again, it is all because we hardly ever see or accept shit for what it truly is.
This type of thinking is one of the biggest reasons for our current predicament. Why shouldn't you be worried though? Well, maybe we were supposed to travel down this ungodly path. After all, we wouldn’t know how to succeed unless we really understood what it takes to fail. They say experience is the toughest teacher – in our case, nature administers the test, and after, she gives the lesson.
I think we need to wake up and smell the fresh cup of collective failure. We need to just play the hand we’re dealt. Face it - You can't reshuffle the deck, or ask for a mulligan. You can't divorce your destiny and marry a new one.
In the words of a cackling Joker played by the late, great Heath Ledger, “It’s all part of the plan.”
Don't pit yourself against nature. Be a part of it.
Mind your surroundings. Stop and observe your current existence.
Ask questions like, “Why are city people generally defensive and unfriendly?” It wouldn’t have anything to do with being enclosed by walls of concrete and artificial floors of gravel, would it? Very few signs of nature exist in cities; therefore, there are usually no familiar signs of life. Another commonsensical question – “Why is it better to consume fruits, veggies, and water over fast food, cookies, and soda?”
You don’t even need to consult a nutritionist to know how to take proper care of yourself. As long as you can distinguish natural from unnatural, you’ll usually be better than great.
Recognize our current dissension against the natural world. Realize what it takes to live harmoniously with our environment. Understand the grave difference between waking up to the sound of the wind and waking up to the sound of an alarm clock.
Stop seeing life brick by brick, and start looking at the entire wall.

But don't be too hard on yourself now. Everyone is guilty of raping nature, but, fuck man, we really didn’t know any better. As I alluded to earlier, being human entails that we were all born to eat the apple, and then, once finished, bulldoze the entire garden for profit.

BUT, can human beings somehow flip the script?

It’s a hard pill to swallow, but the quality of life has been eclipsed by commerce - everything from Wal Mart to government. These institutions are too strong to be challenged.
People who sit in positions of inscrutable power will never relinquish their lifestyles or reputations to refurbish balance. Unfortunately, the people representing these institutions have their own delusions of what’s good and bad for us - like when Mickey Knox tries to explain to Wayne Gale that there are people out there who can kill forests and pawn the idea off as industry, not murder. Similar to Colonel Jessep from A Few Good Men. Some people can seriously justify killing Pvt. Santiago. These people think we need them more than they need us. They think we need them on that wall.
Oddly enough, they're right. We really do need these fucked up people with fucked up perspectives.

Wait, what!?

Well, it's all apart of life. We need evil to complement good. Just as up complements down, left complements right, and hot complements cold.
Every aspect of our existence is ying and yang. There wouldn’t be night if it wasn’t for day – no men without women, no jocks without nerds, and not even a Batman without a Joker.
This is the most important lesson life has to offer. If society desires prestigious schools by means of straight-A students with promising futures, then there are going to be hard times at places like Frederick Douglass High School. The ONLY reason for a person achieving something is because someone else is failing. The only reason for people being economically poor is due the existence of economic wealth. Hence, the only REAL way to eliminate poverty is to eliminate prosperity.
What a lesson, huh? We just can’t have one without the other.
That’s the beautiful (or hideous?) coin of life. It always has two sides, and you can’t shrink or expand one side without directly affecting the other side somehow. Someone needs to relay this message to the people who are cryogenically freezing themselves, so future science and technology can bail them out of their death sentences. They need to be reminded of the other side of that coin; that preventing or stopping death means preventing or stopping birth. If we uncover the ultimate life, we also unearth the ultimate death as a direct result to same extent. Get it?
It’s really the toughest conclusion for any human to reach. If you asked every person in the world to offer a reason for death, you’re likely to hear every palpable response humans beings are conscious of - like war, heart attacks, car accidents, cancers, and O.J.; but you probably wouldn’t hear the most obvious reason of all - birth.
Who really wants to admit that love is only possible through hate, and hate made only possible through love?
Who wants to tell the world that the only real way to love and accept each other is through hating and condemning?
Ugh, the truth - the ultimate balance. It lifts you up when you're down, and down when you're up.
That’s the bittersweet coin of life.

“This country's hard on people, you can't stop what's coming, it ain't all waiting on you. That’s vanity.” - Ellis (Barry Corbin) in “No Country for Old Men” (2007)

With each passing minute of our lives, our hearts and minds try to reconcile.
The mind teeters back and forth deciding whether we stand a chance or not. Sometimes it waves a white flag. At other times, it stops at nothing to pursue opportunity.
Even if it’s raped by confusion and battered with exhaustion, our brains can still make it a point to remind us that the sun has to shine after every storm. Our minds can either make us or break us. Only we hold the liberty of making that choice.
Sadly, this train of cognitive liberty derails on the tracks of destiny. Fate that only the heart knows. At the same time, while our minds are searching for that silver lining, our hearts remind us to embrace the present storm. Our hearts protect us from the superstitions of luck and coincidence.
Most importantly, our hearts subtly remind us that you just can't stop what's coming.
My mind has certainly played tricks on me throughout the course of writing this - making me think the points were too difficult to conceptualize, and the ideas would be reduced to nothing more than a mere oversimplification of some idealist hippy. Those thoughts were short-lived though because, after all, the choice to stand or fall was ultimately mine.
With that being said, I mentally did my part. The rest is up to fate.
As people get older, they learn to lead with their hearts when making choices. It’s like a biological GPS that you can always count on to find your way. Always follow your heart. If you know how to communicate with it correctly, you'll always get positive feedback.
Communication begins with the heart dialing out first. Unfortunately for most people, the brain never picks up. However, not answering the call is the second worst thing you can possibly do. The worst crime a human being can ever commit lies in reversing this process by letting the mind call the shots.
Don't fall into promoting the conscious mind to the body's highest pay grade. It won't pay off. It never does. Instead of supervising intuition, the brain should be on standby, ready to decode it.
Currently, my mind is honestly trying to figure out why I feel like this world is falling apart so fast.
So far, I've done my best to satisfy this hunch. I'm almost totally convinced about why and how the sky is falling. The big question is when. When does this all get out of control?
When does our day of reckoning come for turning on nature?
Obviously, no one knows the time or day, but there will be one major clue hinting the end of our times. This clue involves the formation of an über political unit, or something along the lines of a widely conspired new world order.

What's that? You think I'm kidding, or just batshit crazy?

Let me explain…

A unified planet is the perfect preceding for the end.
This idea goes beyond any biblical prophecy or doomsayer's apocryphalness. This idea stems from a logical observation of life. You see, life starts and ends with the same biological characteristic - limits.
In the beginning, life is confined or limited. It needs to be cradled and nurtured before it's ready to break away and stand on its own. Although growth and development seem boundless, life gradually returns to where it came from towards the end. When the clock ticks down, life revisits an all-too-familiar restricted or limited state, which requires care and support once again. The need for support arises from the inability to properly sustain oneself due to increasing limitations.
Logically, this planet should hit a natural ceiling, if it didn’t already. Remember, this world started as one colossal (and scientifically accepted) supercontinent, Pangaea. We must return to these roots in some way before the end. Count on us drawing back together to create a natural crutch before this Earth deserts the universe for good. So far, a one world government appears to be the bureaucratically ill-chosen, but predictable answer to a collectively struggling world - a world that is getting progressively limited just like any other old, aging organism.
Could there be a given time frame for this occurrence? When will the world irreparably turn upside down? As of this very moment, I'm unofficially predicting the final "big change" to occur in October 2010.
Why October 2010?

Well, first off, I'll start by explaining my sophisticated researching technique - I googled "apocalypse." For the most part, the results returned the most anticipated date in history; 2012.
December 21st to be exact.
Apparently, the ancient Maya civilization developed a calendar system that ends on that date. Regardless of the specific intricacies, the calendar stood the test of time, and proved to be more accurate than our Gregorian calendar. I love the idea of this calendar, and what it entails. It only needs to be adjusted by one day in 380,000 years! I feel compelled to believe in it.

Similar to the Maya, a recent claim was made by a man named Terence McKenna, who also discovered an end date of 2012 through the use of a great book called the I Ching. The I Ching is an ancient Chinese text that's like a "pocket universe." Not only does it provide the framework for the simplicity of nature, but it also describes every change and transformation through the use of 64 different hexagrams. (By the way, my recommendation for a copy of this book parallels any proposal for a primary reinforcer, like food or air. If you don't have it, you need it.)

So, this dude, McKenna, utilized all sixty four hexagrams of the I Ching to graph a timeline. This timeline, according to McKenna, graphed novelty (or change) over time. (You can literally try it out for yourself by using Time Wave Zero software. Just google it.)

According to actual Timewave Zero software, which produces McKenna's graph of novelty over time, the last peak on the graph before the dive into infinity will occur in October 2010. The last peak occurred in November 2008 when the U.S. presidential elections sent shock waves around the world.

2010.83 is a bold prediction for sure. I find the idea quite fascinating. I can't wait to find out what's going to happen.
Of course, I could be way off because my ideas aren't driven by prophetic visions, or some godly apparition that visits during the night slipping me cosmic cheat sheets. My ideas are driven purely by intuition, and I’m just riding shotgun.

“The funny thing is - on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.” - Andy Dufresne (Tim Robbins) in “The Shawshank Redemption” (1994)

Failing to find scatological humor funny anymore was just the preamble to my nightmare year. The New York Yankee dynasty fell along with the Twin Towers, and the times of freedom, celebration, and absentmindedness fell along with it. I experienced these nauseating loses first hand as a sophomore at my northeastern high school.
This world is brutal, and I have the year 2001 A.D. to thank for waking me up to it. Along with the rest of America, I'm sure that I aged 5 years for every year after 2001.
Walking into school every day was similar to Brooks Hatlen leaving Shawshank. I just couldn't believe what the hell happened to everything. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.
Every morning I thought about chiseling my name in my bedroom wall, and then hanging myself from the ceiling fan.
Security guards were everywhere. Uniforms were implemented. All of the fun stuff that raised spirits, and brought kids closer to school were unjustly axed. The party was over. Those feel good, heartfelt times were over.
I was living in a world that didn't have time for recess anymore.
Whether it was at school, home, or the workplace, I’m sure that this feeling was shared by almost every American everywhere to some extent.
High school pre-2001 showed too much promise. It was way too good to be true.
People just let the good times roll. There were plenty of fun activities and events that legitimately kept students engaged in school, and even though most of the teachers were old, they were certainly seasoned. They knew how to reach out to kids in their own weird ways. Some had well-known internet screen names while others disregarded text books in order to avoid deceptive or biased information.
These old ways were fading, and young, fresh minds at both ends of the student/teacher spectrum were dawning an entirely new age.
Post-2001 America was undoubtedly changing, and I followed suit. My gilded world continued to suffer from blows to its’ candy-coated armor.
Not only did my concept of poo go from LOL to OMG by turning into bacterial infested fecal matter, but my concept of school transformed into an old, cookie cutter, sober institution of learning.
Sharing the pain similar to that of Brooks Hatlen and Andy Dufresne, it was tough to take on the unfamiliar scope of new territory.
Instead of breaking down like Brooks, I became petrified like Andy. I decided against letting the newly implemented rules and security guards get the best of me. I lied, cheated, manipulated, and stole my way to a premature release. Flawless in my execution, I only got better. It was strictly about getting ahead, and beefing up my stats. What mattered was only on paper. This was the cruelest lesson handed down from the latest batch of educators.
I just failed to see the young, inexperienced teachers as bright and dedicated. They were noobies. I saw them as particularly cold and anal.
I will admit that I didn't fully understand them until I graduated college. I quickly forgave them after experiencing several different schools, where I witnessed firsthand the flaw that collegiate mentors passed down from class to class. It was a weakness that came with every teaching certificate; quantity over quality.
Quantitative work is the hallmark of every college in America.
Colleges breed workaholics. The value of your academic worth only comes down to how much you accomplish. Nobody kills more trees than the typical 21st century teacher. They absolutely love quizzes, tests, homework assignments, activities, essays, worksheets, projects, research papers, and everything in between.
It’s a competition that plays similarly to baseball. It’s really only a game of discretionary numbers.
It’s outdated in my opinion. We are still stuck in a time where the content of human character plays second fiddle to social constructs. Instead of caste and color, it’s the number of gold stars that determines your value. Congratulations, us.
If it wasn't for the few teachers who actually portrayed sincere human qualities, and cared about something other than grades, I probably would've been a complete nightmare to society. I was very fortunate enough to abort my assiduous, cold-hearted ways. I was able to relax, and see more to school and life.
I would really like to thank a small handful of professors for teaching me things worth learning like how to be genuine, patient, and flexible.

“It's just murder. All God's creatures do it. You look in the forests and you see species killing other species, our species killing all species including the forests, and we just call it industry, not murder.” - - Woody Harrelson (Mickey Knox) in “Natural Born Killers” (1994)

Personally, I've hypothesized that discontent leads to plagiarism.
Discontent leads to the replication and exploitation of each natural element in every way, shape, and form. If you look closely enough, you’ll find that we are deeply unsatisfied with nature.
Observe the world around you. Look at the things that make up your surrounding environment.
Notice anything?
We actually owe ALOT more to nature than one thinks.
For example, when the Wright Brothers received their award for the airplane, the acceptance speech should've started out with something along the lines of, "Well, first off, I'd like to thank, umm… every wild animal that flies and glides."
Come on guys, like the dude who invented the train didn't have a thing for snakes either? And Mr. Ford, tell me, why is the most popular term of measurement for power named after a horse?
The list goes on and on.
Every single thing produced by man has been created before. The ideas of today act as mere shadows of former designs. Only nature should be awarded for ingenuity, not man.
Nature is much like one my favorite comic book heroes, the Incredible Hulk. They both possess shades of green, and you absolutely can not afford to disturb them because they can turn on you instantly. At the same rate, nature's forgery is much like the Hulk's recurring nemesis, the Abomination.
This classic match up immaculately represents our current climate. Like nature, the Hulk was created through a catastrophic accident of extraordinary proportions. Afterwards, he finds out that his existence prompts an antonymous force, the Abomination, to crave his awesome power. This antonymous force works to deliberately imitate the Hulk in a fruitless attempt to transcend him.

Modern conveniences epitomize our attempts to pirate nature in order to superficially transcend it.
For instance, glasses, contacts, cameras, and telescopes outmatch sight, computers outdo mind, and TiVo outshines memory. These innovations may seem very helpful and powerful, but c’mon, even the Abomination displayed twice the strength as his green counterpart. But this strength is blind to say the least. In the end, it's like chasing a rainbow.
The most copied aspect of nature is probably the name itself.
Walk down any isle in a grocery store, and you're sure to find a plethora of products with the words 'All Natural' riddled all over them. It seems to be the universal tagline for everything with a barcode. If you paid any attention at all up to this point, I shouldn't even have to explain this (2nd all-time) paradox. This 'All Natural' endeavor makes no sense at all. False advertising is a crime, but it's even more criminal to have one of the most revered words in the human vocabulary misrepresented like this.
It's like stamping 'All Natural' on some nasty, worn street whore.
Car companies are included in this crime as well. From now on, all you're going to see are advertisements for the cleanest, greenest, and most environmentally safe vehicles on the road. Saying that cars can help the environment is like saying AIDS can help immune systems. As long as the unnatural idea of a car exists in the natural environment, it will ALWAYS hurt a million times more than it will help. Cars can be bulleted on the same list as most consumer products, and I really don't even need a good argument against consuming. It just sucks anymore.
I feel so fucking nauseous when I'm so full and immobile after eating a huge dinner, while watching a hot dog eating contest that's followed by a 'feed these children' commercial. But, you know what really makes me sick? Seeing never-ending piles of shit littered everywhere.
Is it just me? Or does more and more shit get illegally dumped all over the place?
If Adam and Eve taught us anything, it's that there’s an A and E in all of us. We are all human. The propensity to be senseless is completely inherent. So, collectively, how stupid are we to trust people with all of this damn shit?

Who let the world get like this?

The worst part is that it's not going anywhere. We've collected so much junk throughout the years thanks to assembly lines and robots.
Where's it all going to go?
The Pacific Ocean?
Naples?
Your backyard?
Or how about my backyard? Ooops, too late. Waste Management or Umbrella, as I like to call them, is already in my fucking backyard. Thanks fer yer trash ya'll!
It's all SHIT.
And believe me when I tell you that shit is something to be taken very seriously.
I learned that in the summer of 2001 at fifteen years old when I was dared to hit a car with a bag full of our present topic.
Now, I know what you’re asking yourself right now, and the answer is:
"Yes, my mom was very proud."
Please, give me a chance to explain my bizarre adolescent behavior.
You see, once my friends and I reached our teens, we discovered that striking cars with random objects at night was thee ultimate high. Whether we actually hurled something at a car, or faked it, like the little bastards we were, the intent was to get chased around the neighborhood by outraged drivers. When the car came to a screeching halt, the reverse lights lit up along with our heart rates.
Only looking for the most lucrative situations, we only targeted newly licensed drivers, whose sound systems cost more than the car itself, and rich folks who stopped at nothing to avoid letting poor dirtbags like us get the best of them. Both demographics put up one hell of a fight.
It was a tradition, and our idea of insane fun.
My friends and I liked being chased so much that we even went as far as being run down by fireworks on slow nights when the human pursuits failed. Seriously...Every so often about ten of us collected a bunch of bottle rockets, and took them over to our high school parking lot. There, we would snap off the superfluous wooden tails of each rocket leaving just the explosive and the connecting wick. Standing together in a tight circle, one person would be designated to light a rigged rocket and fling it in the air. The rocket hit its’ apex and started descending, which marked our universal cue to run like hell. The unwritten law of “running like hell” never changed either - no one ever looked back.
As soon as I had the hair singed off the back of my legs, I stopped participating, needless to say. Yep, like most people, I stopped once I got caught.
So, as I valiantly noted before, the moment that ended my career of car terrorism involved a fresh, steaming bag of doggy doo that sat at the bottom of a plastic grocery bag. I ended up with that bag for the same reasons you only offer that extra piece of cake to the fat kid. It was a sure way to get rid of it. Besides, my inner Marty McFly never responded favorably after being called a chicken...or pussy. By the way, can you imagine if Biff actually called Marty a pussy?? Ha.

Anyways, back to the past...

...I waited on the side of the road crouched next to a bush with the bag to my side safely stretched away from my body. I gripped the bag like the hammer that contestants use at one of those “test your strength” games. When the very next car drove by, I picked the bag up over my head and swung it downward with Herculean force. The bag exploded off of the back windshield on impact, and I instantaneously dove backwards to dodge the brief drizzle of poo shrapnel.
The remains of the busted bag didn’t even get a chance to flutter down onto the pavement before I heard an overly frightened voice shriek, "Oh my God! That's my mom!"
Indeed, I just hit my best friend's brand new Sonata with smelly canine excrement. Congratulations, me.
To make a short story even shorter, that night ended with my best friend cracking under the pressure from his parents and Johnny Law. I couldn’t believe that I was ratted out the same night. I’ll never know exactly how he folded, but I like to think my best friend wouldn’t just give me up that easily.
Regardless, there were never any hard feelings. I just finally understood how Lefty Guns felt when he discovered Donnie’s true identity as an FBI agent. From the bad guy's perspective, I understood that it was my fault for putting the both of us in that situation. It was my best friend, so if it had to be anyone, I guess I'm glad it was him.
Forget about it.
Honestly, the worst part of that night was walking up to my doorstep with the lousy cop who picked me up. Like most upstanding local law enforcers, he was solely interested in prosecuting a defenseless juvenile with no prior record to the fullest extent of the law.
I eventually found out there was a very good explanation for the officer’s incomprehensible cruelty. Apparently, the object I decided to displace all over the back end of my friend's car that night was more lethal than I initially thought.
I thought it was only poop. I thought it was only a harmless prank. I thought it wouldn’t be long before I started putting it into bags and lighting it on fire again.
I thought wrong.
The dog's fecal matter happened to raise some serious health risks. If it got into a facial orifice and caused anyone to fall ill, I was probably going to need a good lawyer. Thankfully, no one was hurt, and all charges against me were dropped.
I’ll never forget that night though - the night I realized that shit wasn't so humorous and benign anymore.
The comical façade of poop virtually disappeared!
My little world was rocked.
I couldn’t believe it.
It really wasn’t a laughing matter.
That just goes to show you - in this world, no one is impervious to shit. No one likes to take it or deal with it. We also can't ignore the fact that it needs to be disposed of properly. If you ever think shit isn't a big deal, you'll be knee deep in it.
Well, we are knee deep in it, and it’s about to hit the proverbial fan thanks to a heinously bad group efficacy.
We all need to change the way we think about shit, and start seeing it for what it really is. Once we embrace that concept, I think we can be well on our way to turning things around.

"I’d hate to wake up some morning and find out that you weren’t you" - Dr. Miles Bennell (Kevin McCarthy) in “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” (1956)

In case you’ve just tuned in, here’s a quick recap of what has been discussed so far:
A logical understanding of the laws of our environment is crucial for adapting. For living things, adaptation depends on the understanding of nature. Acting in accord with nature guarantees the survival of that element.
In my own words, I used “walls” to explain our current discord with our environment.
Our actions towards these walls represent something more than just a primordial drive to change things. It depicts, in my opinion, the most horrifying aspect of human nature; discontent.
Most of the civilized human population struggles with this presumption. Most of us find no problem in taking aberrant avenues to manipulate nature, and mold it into our darkest desires.
As a result, most of us fail to accept things for what they truly are.
Postmodern society breeds discontent. Technology has cradled the idea for eons. It only inhibits nature, and exploits its’ elements.
This causes a great deal of confusion because people can't even differentiate between what’s right and wrong anymore.
Who can't tell the difference, you ask?
Look no further than the people who treat their bodies like cars. Need a new front or back end? No problem. Honestly, besides some blood and oil stains, there’s really no difference between Dr. 90210 and some grease monkey at your local body shop. The imaginary line separating what’s natural and unnatural blurs too much consequently creating a lapse in moral judgment. This human error unquestionably brings us to a world that’s coming closer and closer to breaking every last natural law.

Yikes.
If you're not convinced after looking at Joan Rivers, maybe you should visit some area hospitals. I tend to rub my friends and family the wrong way with my logic, but I think that this remains the world's leading, all-time paradox.
As you would expect, human beings are inclined to choose life over death. Unfortunately, this decision bears a lavish price tag, a trade-off, where people (mostly in the western world) are living unnaturally rather than dying naturally. Synthetic drugs? Surgery? Are we the living dead? Should pharmacies start prescribing brains instead of anti-depressants?


Send more paramedics!

All kidding aside, not only is this an extremely sensitive subject, but it's also a huge moral complexity. I only feel okay about touching on it because I am an organ donor afterall, and I'll say it again - we are all naturally inclined to choose life over death. We will do pretty much anything to sustain life. Who doesn't want to help people live??

Ugh, let's switch gears. Shall we?

Undoubtedly, I believe that the most fascinating manifestation of discontent in the human consciousness is the idea of extraterrestrials.
Here me out on this one.
I think our general dissatisfaction evolved to a level where we are even tired of seeing the same old group of stupid humans all the time.
Familiarity breeds contempt, huh?

We boring humans are so fucking played out, so it looks like maybe we’ve created other life forms to spice things up a bit (a la vampires).

I fail to believe in the idea of aliens for a few reasons. The first reason lies in undetermined and hoaxed photographs of UFOs over time. These pictures show us an evolution of design, which draws a seemingly large parallel to the big hunks of metal down on the ground - automobiles.
At first glance, earlier automobiles show bland designs of simple contours and rounded edges, like one of Al Capone’s getaway Cadillacs. Later models noticeably demonstrate more complicated designs, sharper edges, and highly developed features. In comparison, the older representations of UFOs all seemed to have the appearance of a clever, little, Frisbee-like saucer with the half-spherical-shaped, windowed dome on the top for that little alien to navigate. Now, we get the privilege of seeing more tricked out, Close Encounters of the Third Kind-like spaceships on a much larger scale with more advanced accessories like colors and flashing lights. In our minds, aliens appear to progress at the same rate as Toyota.
That’s all besides the fact because, afterall, aren’t aliens referred to as other life forms?
With the emphasis here on our keyword, life, I just don't see living organisms going against the grain of their habitat. Technology is unnatural, and it’s implausible to think that it could ever advance to that point.
Like I said before, people are under the false assumption that the future is going to look like a bizarre sci-fi movie with nothing but big metal structures with lots of neon lights, cyborgs, and fancy buttons that control the most sophisticated gadgets.
By law, that SHOULD NOT happen to living organisms. That stuff wasn’t on Earth when we got here, so it really doesn’t belong here. Our world or any other world that breeds so-called “life forms” of any kind will never ever, ever progress to that point.
Maybe if one lived in anti-nature or unnature, but living in a dead world presents a rather large obstacle. Wouldn’t you agree?

“…it's easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life. It's easier to steal what you want than it is to earn it. It's easier to beat a child than it is to raise it. Hell, love costs: it takes effort and work.” - Detective Lt. William Somerset (Morgan Freeman) in “Se7en” (1995)

Charles Darwin determined that living organisms have only two choices in their innate environment: adapt or die.
Superior beings adapt. Naturally, unfit organisms fail to make it to the next link in the chain of life. This was, by far, the easiest concept to remember in science class.
Today, there seems to be an issue with this idea. This issue lies in a fundamental misconception of the rule that Darwin provided for all of us.
Our society has such a simple notion so assbackwards that it’s more disconcerting than American remakes of Japanese horror films.
Now, to help interpret the cornerstone of Darwinian law, I present exhibit A: The Wall Theory.
(Rest assured. Pink Floyd has nothing to do with this; mostly because I know practically nothing about music, hence the reason for using obscure movie analogies.)
The Wall Theory just corrects the common misconceptions of Darwin’s scientific findings. The “wall” is a mere metaphorical reference for any obstacle we face in our tangible environment, and how we attempt to hurdle it.
Throughout history, human beings have fostered a progressive obsession with tearing down walls. The walls portray man’s aggression and tenacity. It’s how we handle life’s ongoing struggles.
For example, modern luxuries have helped us all deal with life's walls. When it gets too cold, we can turn up the heat. When it gets too hot, we can switch on the central air.
Even though I’ve loved and praised gas and refrigerants over many years, I’m just now failing to see the logic in it. In reality, we are not adapting to our environment. We are actually making our environment adapt to us!
Remember what it really took to adapt? Things like walking upright or increasing cranial capacities?
When did impatience supersede mankind's loyalty to nature?
I guess naturally adapting to walls takes too much damn effort and work.
It’s much quicker and more efficient to tear down walls and build them back up again at our discretion, but, doesn’t this process make the walls adapting? So, according to Darwin, if we as human beings are not adapting anymore, what does that make us?
Yep, you got it.
But more people wake up on this planet than die, and the reason is very obvious. This place just wouldn't be called nature anymore if dying became more ordinary than living.
Due to the straightforward laws of our environment, we must choose life at all costs. We must strive to adapt. No human being wants to subsist in anti-nature, right?

(Spoiler Alert: More obscure movie analogies!)

Nothing portrays the wall theory better than the opening sequence of one of the greatest early 90’s flicks, The Last Boy Scout. Being one of the most awesome introductions in the history of cinema, this one haunts you like a bad dream. Fitness guru Billy Blanks plays the role of a desperate football player who starts the most unconventional shooting spree in history by yanking a handgun out of his uniform en route to the end zone. I wish Madden games had this option. Why can't they replace the spin button with something like that? C'mon EA. Next season, let's evade would-be tacklers by shooting them, no?
ANYWAYS, I consider this the perfect allegory. Frame by frame, there’s a poetic struggle in Blank's character that currently exists in all of us – the struggle to adapt.
For different reasons, this is exactly how we’ve been scoring all of our touchdowns lately - meaning that more and more human beings are settling for unnatural means to their own ends. We are all vigilantes, taking the law into our own hands.
Whether the answer to your wall is a drug that bends it, a steroid that defies it, or a firearm that disputes it, it’s one in the same. Once you cross the goal line, you’ll most likely end up on one knee, heat to your head, embarking the inevitable.

Switching gears a bit, I've discovered that in the midst of arguing for nature’s laws, a similar plea for adapting to the terms of the universe presents itself. Again, grabbing a dictionary and taking the definition verbatim yields the best defense.
Again, sadly, common sense falls unusually short of convincing most people of the truth.
The real meaning of this word lies behind its numerical prefix. I've never seen the term "biverse" used before in any scholarly text. Have you?
Am I the only person scratching my head here? It seems logical to combine the concepts of nature with the concepts of the place in which it resides in.
Why aren't we doing everything in our power to live life naturally and universally?

It's sounds so vague and difficult to apply, but it's really not.
Just take a step back, and try to look at the big picture - like you're on the outside looking in.

Let's try an exercise this part of the brain right now... For instance, what's the worst aspect of a war? Collateral damage? Economic repercussions? The fact that it's purely unethical, and outright ridiculous to build a foundation of peace through the use of violence?

Without going on and on, how about summing it all up by simply saying that war breaks the law.

What else do you need to hear?

War is the most reckless response to any wall. Naturally, we can't afford to choose death over life. Universally, that decision affects everyone no matter what side you're on.