What's next?

"Dreaming"

2012-02-16T17:57:00.003-05:00

I fear sleeping at night...I don't know what I'll miss after that goodnight kiss; Excuse me miss do you have the time? I don't want to sleep. I am alive and the mind is awake...from a fresh morning to a cool night- "every little thing is going to be alright." So I rest... Wow...much better. I'm too tired too sleep, delusion seeps in, the dawn is bright and dusk is strange- Which is which now? I lost pace, where is the race? Now I'm enjoying the moment and ignoring the past...wait- stop! So I rest... I put the lime in the coconut and drink it up...doctor, doctor,- Let me get this straight If I don't sleep at night I go insane, and so if I sleep all day am I crazy? Something Isn't right... So I rest... Wake me up because am I going crazy or is this just being lazy? Defective, defunct - a bit corrupt. Kill the noise, end the chase- Whose following me?/ The BOOGIE MAN? So I rest... No more boogers to pick, no more visions to read, so I sleep. The third day comes and who am I? Do you know? Because I lost the clues, did I lose the game, did I get some fame or is it all the same to be insane? Call me when you can because I am this man.

Social Disorder

2011-10-04T00:08:00.001-04:00

There is a social media that is making up a world to be inexplicably complicated. Still there is hope to show how vital its’ impact has been on the nerves of the unsuspecting. Through personal experience educated folks who raise kids without so much emphasis on using the TV as a means to escape, tend to have less behavioral problems. They will also read more, thus learn more and be more productive in the real world. Attention deficiencies can be seen in children who have there parents watching TV as soon as they walk in the door. It is unfortunate, yet disturbing and part of this reality that is in constant transformation. Media is also known as a way to describe bacteria. Perhaps it is better said to be the plural word to describe mediums of communication. Since the dawn of the computer evolution into the information age much chaos has risen. The impact advertising and marketing has on society is exponential to the overall gradual decline in mental health. Evidence is found in the overall wellness of modern society. As much as we all like to deny there is a big influence on today’s world as a result of intense marketing. Marketing schemes to influence consumers to buy products also set adverse affects. Studies have shown how much anxiety is brought on by information overload. Adding high pitch music with it and the average American is terrified of what the world has become. During times of crisis, such as during hurricanes, these news stations may as well put a warning to viewers. Intense ratings develop poor babies. A lack of compassion and greed among executives overlook the impact they are making on both children and adults alike. Even as wonderful the television has been as a way to communicate compulsive buying doesn’t make up for depression, anxiety or panic about what is in store for the future. The American public needs to have a rational explanation about the 12th dimension of quantum physics. Perhaps not all laws are comprehendible, but there currently are attempts to put this big pizza pie together. Furthermore when kids live in households where soap operas are watched day and night there is a tendency for these children to live drama filled lives. Perhaps nothing seems wrong at first, but when they act out to reach attention in relationships disastrous consequences form. Young couples have children sometimes out of envy or other absurd rationales you couldn’t have ever imagined.

It’s alright to be me…

2011-07-04T00:11:00.000-04:00

Once in a moment I see my life as it is. In this second of time I see multiple reasons for multiple situations. As is, two ways to do one thing- either way, the result is the same. Time is time. It has been said equal to money. I see this as a fallacy. We don’t determine or dictate time- it rules us, if we let it. So, let’s not waste time philosophizing. This is a practical guide to finding solutions. One plus one doesn’t always equal two. For time’s sake let’s not be physicists and accept it as it is. Just the same, I’ll accept the way God intended my character to be. Dually blessed, largely complicated, I have a story or two that will be told, sold, and in the end I’ll be ready to fold into a ball and die. So let’s go…

Pen written on July 24, 2006; Typed on June 25, 2011.

05/27, Over and Out

2011-05-27T00:47:00.000-04:00

Why, hello blank page, been awhile since we met...resentments die hard? No need to be scared, been down that road before. We have some business to attend to blanky and it starts now.

Ever since I can remember I have possessed the desires to taste the fruits of my labor. Along this journey I have realized some things. For one, I can only do so much in a 24-hour day. For two, there is not enough being done in my innermost core to get back to the creative spurts I once had. I will never stop being a deep thinker. Walking the walk of those deep thoughts must be fearless and there is an outlet, or a medium to do this- the cinema. I don't know a day job. What I know is this, this right here. Where do I go to get this immense creative spirit again?

I have felt moments in which I bond with God to get the glimpses of something radical. The trouble is expressing it correctly. Let me explain, it is if--- I am in character and this character is in the idea or concept of doing something very real, and special--- needing to be shared with humanity. No, this not delusion, however rules in society slow down the way in which to further explore this transmission of energy that should not be dismissed as fantasy. To paraphrase- I can't explain certain things, but I can show you certain things.

I am on a mission to explain the unexplainable moments I have experienced in my life, without first going mad. I am feeling some of that energy today, the inconclusive urge to do something memorable with my life- to give this meaning to things still being left unsaid in both print and broadcast mediums. What this is, I don't know? Let me do the best I can to show you...

Harsh Observations...

2011-03-10T01:50:00.000-05:00

The day is coming closer for the federal system to reveal its not so wise to relieve common paranoia of photophobia. The fear of being watched, followed, or examined is a common denominator with the afflicted. Minorities especially, are the hardest hit. Poetry heals the sorrow of life. But trauma isn’t drama. Urbanists say quit the baby mama drama sometime, but what the message is clear, you’re not helping the trauma units filled night and day…meanwhile couples argue over which bottle of wine to purchase for dinner. Hot dates require 500, even 1500 dollar bottles, but where’s the drama? There is no drama. In fact, it is dizzying to see the world hoard away its’ riches. So many Christians, so little citizens. Too much traffic, not enough life. These streets are mean. And aggressive driving is only the starting point. Kids driving you up the wall? Welcome to the future, a motherless child wants to end the pain and put a bullet into the brain.

Forefront

2011-03-10T01:43:00.000-05:00

All I know is in which I believe. The bulk of society is incoherent due to the decaying of moral and ethical values. False truths without the facts are paramount to understanding life. Mental illness is a broad term used to describe people who have become unfit to understand consciousness. The resiliency to explore the means of escaping the confusion is where answers are uncovered. Truth is that an overwhelming shock comes after living an unsound life. Reality is one major causation of the illness.

The Crying Onion

2011-03-10T01:30:00.000-05:00

Let’s take a look at alchemy. In the modern sense it is the ability to use criticisms of popular culture to transcend the transcendence of a big pun. Understanding the hidden keys in things. Becoming able to see it through the mind’s eye. Such as turning hard rock into heavy metal. Music is the answer blowing in the wind. Turn up your senses and smell the future. The perception of simplicity between the identification of music genres can virtually be an example of how to understand the nature of the universe.

What's next?: Sarcastic Revelation from 6 years ago...

2010-10-30T16:19:00.000-04:00

What's next?: Sarcastic Revelation from 6 years ago...

A Reflectionary Solution

2010-07-11T02:51:00.000-04:00

Throughout the course of all humanity many of those who have left there mark did so by encountering themselves on a decision to challenge the essentials of the universe that surrounded them by looking within to reveal new findings. The personal, spiritual journey is a way to live life to attempt to follow and practice the attainable principles set upon us through the triune. Incredible as it may seem, the search for truth is embellished by the realization that the supposed unexplainable has slowly been manifesting itself through the spirit, the substance that creates mankind, God, the source to the spirits of our being.

I have learned thus far in my young life that in order to achieve any qualities to pursue the common good of others it must begin from within. My heart and soul is where all the conflicts arise. It can be hard to acknowledge the soul while trying to maintain the heartbeat of the life in the flesh. In reality it is not so hard, but more like intriguing to experience as well as to explain what no science can explain.

As far as I can see, the forms of which there is a unity in the minds of a whole, the common good is started through the works of individuals. Had there been no Walt Disney would the universe have still seen cartoons? If Benjamin Franklin had never born could we have Thomas Edison on a hundred-dollar bill? Off course there is no reason to try to predict the past, but there is the chance of preserving the present to reserve the future.

So I revere enlightening history and try to follow with what in the hell were they thinking to figuring out what on God’s green earth ever gave them that idea to make some common sense from unconventional thinking.

2010-07-07T01:38:00.002-04:00

Sarcastic Revelation from 6 years ago...

2010-07-07T01:31:00.002-04:00

My reality is your insanity. This is my medicine, this art of mystifying words into complete thoughts enticing images, this is it. To begin the theory of what has become my life I must tell you of the current events in the “world” today. Individual perceptions on reality create perspectives of idealism. Beyond the idealism of understanding the truth you seek, the findings are a grand distortion from a deceptive system. The system is in dire straits today. All the secrets and all the faults are more apparent than ever. Unfortunately for the consumers in this supposed capitalistic democracy, they are buying the bull shit that feeds them. In reality a line is forming around the block for returns. They don’t want an exchange for some other sugar coated pill. The growing awareness in the American public is that enough is enough. You can’t pull the wool over the eyes of a shepherd. The flock of men and women looking to take control of the fabric of there own lives is being led by mystic effects of data.

The information age is turning into the most complicated turn for the worst in man’s history. The overall anxiety of a judgment day still looms for the millions of devoted believers in a homothetic pattern of thinking. Free will or God’s will, which ever the case might be, mankind is on the brink of distinction. A separation of the masses from the elitists and society has been long predicted to break the balance in the universe. Despite the awareness of corruption, not nearly enough voices are being heard. Fear of powers that might be prevent the clarity of what is the virtue of this life. Humanity must take a leap of faith to take to get a grip in understanding the nature of the universe through quantum physics. A new language with a new programming into the minds of the confused sounds too sick to be true, but those elitists as in centuries past are jiggling the keys in front of our noses. The big brut on the playground is playing monkey in the middle, throwing our lives away to his fellow standing across the sandbox. Nobody is laughing anymore. I don’t care how many anti-depressants get approved by the administration, a lot of people are pissed off. Evidence in putting two and two together is that zanax is being fed to the streets like tic-tacs. Besides the theory of a growing popularity of the anti-anxiety drug, the long term side effect is major depression. Makes you think about these things we put in our bodies...a little prozac in your coffee...

Marketing Thy Self...

2010-04-29T06:34:00.000-04:00

I am a product of the environment I live in. My habitat is what surrounds me, and the habits that form enclose this niche which perpetuates the world to become my perception of reality. Many things one learns in this life, this complicated prism in a globe we call Earth. From the womb to the tomb, the journey that flashes before our eyes is a long and virtuous one that needs to be given very keen detail to every second. Within time arrives that split second between one and two that represents the same mystery as the spaces and thought process that helps fingers make words. This staircase of digits stepping down the letters is the formation of ideas that explain what these thoughts mean.

Only after arriving at a plateau of gratitude did the multitude of experiences pile up into a vast oasis of interpersonal karma covered in grains of hope. One part mind, two parts flesh. The flesh that is seen and the flesh that is desired, this breathing and not breathing, the switch goes on and everything makes sense. The switch gets turned off and the impulse quickly reacts with the prior, only to form an unbound bond of clarity. You don’t know what you got until you let everything go and another way appears. What about if things that are second nature really become first nature, but only after a quadraplane flies into this reality that obscures the second life, the soul; four dimensions, four corners, four directions, two pairs doubling into eternity, whatever analytical thinking can attempt, this is my release.

“Open or closed, first or last, before what’s next there is a passage I’d like to share with you that screws me up every time somebody tries to tell me what it means (to them).

--I am someone that tends to adapt to my surroundings, but less abstracted and more subjective, the environment determines many of the factors that cross through my domain of existence. The people closest to me, specifically in the same house, cast shadows of a mirror image reflecting from the depths of my being.

A poor character trait, I do think, is due to circumstances I progress or digress highly apparent by those that can watch me. Who reacts to what and what determines these things is beyond me, but this has troubled me in the past. I get distracted from my goal and wind up attracted to those little insignificant things in everyday life. Saying hello- telling someone something that is inappropriate, so and so forth.

To my demise, I stop trying to live up what I know is already there waiting for me to grab, these things people tend to call dreams, but it is not a dream if it is a response to usual happenings. Sleep disturbances cause dreams.

Note to self...life is not taught.

2010-04-29T06:28:00.000-04:00

Upon the creation of man his aid to pass his time is to try his hardest to achieve recreation by means of living a life to the best ability. No amount of knowledge of man can surpass his desire to do so.

Any artistic impression requires a mental collection of spiritual imagery in order to show the point of it all. The strictly analytical portion of amazing others has the requirement of displaying creative juices foreign to the body.

I wish to combine all mediums into one axis as a basis for elaborating the sensory experience. I circumspect nature and don’t comprehend the voices it breathes.

. To speak the unspoken is unthinkable to the thought, but any idea can form into something.

Relativity to creation is the downfall of beginning.

My imagery and the ability to create such a premise is irrational to those living in the everyday instead of those living and thinking that someday we’ll wake up in a dream to find ourselves sleeping. This has happened to me. I can say with full certainty that among my relentless sleeps amounting to emptiness, there was never the chance of nothingness.

As I continue to pursue some fashion of expression through depiction of the friction of diction, intrigue swallows my heart in search of the proper form to rationally expose it.

All of my education has amassed a point in which, the things I’ve learned can, and will, transfix a position of enlightenment.

When in Rome...

2010-04-29T06:19:00.002-04:00

We all sorely complain of the shortness of time, and yet have much more than we know what to do with. Our lives are either spent in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing to the purpose, or in doing nothing that we ought to do. We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end of them.

Lucius Annaeus Seneca (4 BC-65) Roman philosopher and playwright.

A Letter to a Friend in Distress

2010-04-07T20:50:00.001-04:00

-I Got Your Back-

Whatever it is, whatever it can be- will remain so, until you reveal this project. I tend to be philosophical at this hour in the day. I don't want to see this not happen, I got your back with whatever it is. I can be of service. I am a man with integrity, dignity and empathy in my heart. Sometimes we must have blind faith, live in the moment and count on others to expedite the necessities in life. I, for one, have a ton of my own research on the nature of man's behaviors. I question the facts and want to know the truth. "Read the history, but who is the author- is a line from a song that I can reflect on to grab strength. Resiliency, perseverance, and hope is never lost in my world. I am as stubborn as they get and ambition is passion from the soul. Please let me know what's up with you and the possible resolution for whatever the conflict may or may not be. I'll save you the time if you give me the opportunity to shine in the darkness of the obstacle course you are on. I am concerned and hope all is well. Focusing on the prize can be a distraction and I need you to help me- help you...

Lost Hope is Found Within

2010-04-07T02:33:00.000-04:00

Hierarchy of priests endulging,

Heards overwhelming pious engagements,

Hindering opens peaks entirely.

GIVE ME HOPE!

High Tides, Slow Waves

2010-04-03T02:12:00.002-04:00

Throughout time we learn to live in reality by attempting to escape it and the one that can reveal his findings upon returning after successfully learning something new, happens to entertain the rest by telling them things from a different point of view.

As long as I question my own existence and the purpose of the environment that surrounds me, I should be able to enlighten those sitting in the audiences.

What purpose do I suppose to take effect by contributing my insight to the facts about some segments of the youth that separate themselves by forming their own groups with similar bonds that keep them together? When this practice is deemed illegal although it is common human behavior, what are humans to do to end something that will continually persist?

Perhaps by managing the situation through multi-leveled techniques with the aid of the electronic media, perhaps this step towards educating ourselves about the society we live in, can improve where we stand in the issue of blinding the truth. There is no such thing as weakness of character when talking about uncontrollable bodily functions. Why is there then a controversy when the brain takes over a body, reminded that mind control and telepathy is not a science we can study, but principles acquired through our experiences with the like will lead us to a higher level of being? We cannot see what controls us, but we can learn what to do when we begin to see differences as holy as the tides of the sea.

REPEATING HISTORY

2010-03-29T11:41:00.000-04:00

A Brief History by B.A. Fernandez (c)

All movies are made to entertain an audience. However, a certain level of excellence separates some films from others. When a film has made an impact, asks questions, or leads to change in the industry, we are talking about masterpieces such as Citizen Cane, Casablanca, or Grapes of Wrath. Each one of these three films has played a major role in influencing the future of the industry. Even after five decades passed, they are still watched very carefully to find what it is that makes each respective picture so important when realizing the huge impact and significance that they have brought to the observer.

Whenever watching films, there are a number of aspects to look at, to see what advances makes one a masterpiece. In the case of the 1940 film directed by the legendary director John Ford, Grapes of Wrath based on John Steinbeck’s Pulitzer Prize winning novel, there were several contributions to the industry. Shortly after photographer Dorothea Lange’s amazing portrayal of the post depression impact on the mid-west, this film has the same principles that document the reality of what was going on. Gregg Toland and John Ford’s documentary approach to this film of realism is an important aspect that epitomizes any other attempts in American cinematography to show the impact of the Great Depression.

The Joad family is at the epicenter of the struggles to survive from the “big business” world that is trying to overtake their hopes and dreams. Actor Henry Fonda, nominated for an Academy Award for best Actor, does an amazing job portraying Tom Joad, the voice for the family that helps make the difficult decision to move west to seek a chance for better lives in a migrant camp. This film really opened the eyes of the world to look inside the ‘Dust Bowl’ and understand the heartache that thousands of families had to endure.

The second film for discussion is what many experts and movie fans consider, the best film ever made. Directed by the infamous prodigy Orson Welles in 1941, Citizen Cane, set the stage for good technique, incredible narration, and innovative insight that is hard to match. At the time, this 25 year-old director, star, and producer shocked the world with his portrayal of media mogul William Randolph Hearst. The stranger than fiction movie uses several techniques that separates it from any others before, or after.

Orson Welles and the ingenious Cinematographer Greg Tolland implemented the use of witty lighting that invoked some shadows that helped the film be seen as a working piece of art, rather than just your typical production. The low-angle shots and sparse uses of close-ups also brought the viewer to feel a sense never felt before. You can’t help to feel like you are right there with Charles Foster Kane, observing him from every angle wondering what part of the character you will see next.

Besides the numerous innovations made in the shooting, the widespread use of intelligent transitions and editing is phenomenal. Right from the get go, the establishing shot of the young Cane playing in the snow, and the zoom out into the home where the mother is foreshadowing the very privileged life that her son is going to lead captures the audience. The immediate impact in watching the apparent life of William Randolph Hearst unraveling was appalling in the country at the time of the release. This film is still being looked at for reference points and impeccable examples of good lighting.

Distributed by Warner Brothers and released to theaters on January 23rd, 1943, the unforgettable and timeless classic, Casablanca, was shown to the world at its impact is still being felt. Humphrey Bogart and Ingar Bergman star as the couple of unforgiving lovers that meet in the northwest on the continent of Africa. The exotic setting in Casablanca, Morrocco is the stage where the hearts of many Americans were taken to in and still haven’t left. Director Michael Curtiz’s, masterpiece is based on a play titled, Everybody Comes to Rick’s, by Murray Burnett and Joan Allison.

The film received Oscars for best screenplay, best director and best picture. The long list of one liners is the best evidence to show how much this movie was adored. “Here’s looking at you kid” and “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship” are just two of the many lines that can still be heard across the globe. With the passing of time the story line and non-fairytale ending has continued and will still be respected and will never be replaced or duplicated. Bogart’s sarcastic character needed the full range of his acting abilities and he used them to portray the cynical Rick. The casting for the movie was done perfectly. All the roles have the best actors possible for each respective part for, arguably, the most beloved movie in the 20th century.

Overall, the world wouldn’t be the same if this masterpiece was left out. It brings inspiration for humanity to continue going on and the individual expression of the battles between goodwill and necessity will always play an important role in deciding what is considered to be a good film, versus, an excellent film and moreover, a true masterpiece.

“A Filled Blank” by B.A. Fernandez

2010-03-23T00:03:00.001-04:00

Life is an ordeal or just a moment, an essence, a feel for what is real.
As time expires on the mental clock the spirit rectifies the burst of energy to create something fresh. Something poignant filled with worldly desire. The senses halt before the electricity fumes of mysterious nature, catapulting the knowledge of man. What do we turn to when the page turns on an endless book of faith and hope? How much mental capacity is wasted in trying to take control of what is impossible for man to grasp?

The soil, the water, the fluidity in the heavens moves us to irrigate a harvest of newfound freedom in acceptance. This forth brings the tolerance to learn of new matters of which may strike fear or even puzzle the meanings of reason. This journey into bliss all starts off with an embrace, a graceful leap into the air filled with right and wrong. The balance found in equal halves ends the signs of redundant tendencies in the machine. The clock, the quartz coil in the spring of hope. What importance is there in finding such hope? Too much to answer, so little time to explain, we all must leave this plane.

A field of flowers filled with fluffy residue of things lost. Is it a pond or a puddle? Nonetheless its’ covering the unknown. A star misdirected- the energy empowering the mind to continue on into oblivion of opaque signs and transparent venues of despair for the unjust. Children cry themselves to sleep in wondering why messes are created by these masses…these masses of beings just walking down paths with blindfolds into the depths of the sea. Back to where it all began.

Numbers don’t say things because we must think before we speak. We must pause and remember the first song our ears ever heard. We must pause and squint our eyes to stop the trickling rain falling from the sky. No sun ever so shines thy weakness in thy heart for I felt. The bird flew to me and whispered a secret I only might attempt to behold.

Strong wines and tampered leaves will destroy this faith. The hope in my mind speaks of such things. Whatever screams I wish to despair, the world only remains with the love and truth that began with a fruit in a tree so grand that the nutrients it dispelled cannot be eaten by man. Angels only walk along this path. The grasshopper is in the background doing his thing but the last song has yet to be played. The golden trumpet lays on the ground …01-14-04…the second floor. Free writes for all.

Brian Albert- Second Draft never Final

Revised 1/12/06

Window of Pain by B.A. Fernandez

2010-03-22T23:55:00.002-04:00

What is thirst for the man that could not drink?

Humans will be on the brink if they can’t think.
So who will find this poor man a sink, so that he may sip some water to fuel his soul.

He has just one goal. This is to mend the whole by looking for the fountain to which he can quench his thirst. If the man grows weary and is dizzy, he needs food. What can we do, but find a way to feed his hunger? Perhaps; although he does not require food…(undescript thinking). Maybe this hunger is from the depths of the soul. The bottomless pit of fate filling with hate, he had a silver spoon, but no food.

He might be starving, but the food you feed will not suffice. He is in need to run from greed. This man can read. So yes indeed, he sees the clear-cut answer? What is this love from the dove above? Where is life if you struggle to find a wife? He is not weak, for he is meek. Vanity.

Away from the pack he sees a shepherd. After all, he walks with a cane, he is now a part of a Sphinx. There is a trilogy that begins with a eulogy, and this is life.

Random Poem by B.A. Fernandez

2010-03-22T23:54:00.000-04:00

A day at a time we change like silver on a coined phrase. A day at a time we search for the exits in our mazes. A day at a time we stop looking and start cooking.

The second day we wrap around the warmth and stop walking on rickety paths.
We succumb an end to a hopeless wrath.
We welcome waves in the sea of despair, ask for help;
A humbling inquisitive voila- and the spirit gets repaired.

Together in faith, I crave the change. I had enough if all we have is love. But ah, the lords’ love cures all. Forget the malls, forget the walls, I’m breaking into pieces, I hate diseases…don’t we all?

Whatever we do, wherever we go it’s okay to say I don’t know. Doesn’t mean I don’t care, only to sit down in a chair and being aware;
aware that -being can be a scary feeling, and
after the lord heals, the fear goes to hell,
and then we can all be closer to well.

A spring, a puddle, let’s cuddle looks like a Super Bowl huddle. Hut one, hut two, thirty-three split, flank right, go long. What went wrong? Pass was incomplete. Try again, second down and ten yards to go. Who calls the play?

Third down, the crowd is jeering, quarterback is steering, coach’s screaming, men are bleeding. Off sides, replay down. Momentum is done, remove the undone, grab a beer, thank God its’ a new year.

The second time is always better than the first, I shall now quench my thirst…

so I wish you all days of grace.

Helping Out People Everyday,

2010-03-09T08:27:00.000-05:00

Heards Of People Escaping.

Hundreds Of Predictable Exchanges.

Humans Opening Pure Ether.

Hearing Other People's Experiences.

Huge Oceans Personifying Entities...

Give me HOPE !!!

I Challenge you to a sword fight with the pen my friends...

Personal Philosophy

2009-10-13T12:20:00.000-04:00

The human being captivates the intelligence of the universe through the spirit. The invisible becomes visible with the light in the soul that reflects individual personality, character and philosophy. I have heard it been said that life is nothing but a dream. The materials that compromise realizing the reality of accomplishing goals initiate a response that is invaluable to the self. The overall beauty that was created for our enjoyment possesses the combination of elements that derives all inhabitants the liberties and luxuries of embellishing the spirit. However, those find it easier to manipulate nature tend to cause controversy and possible adversity in times of turmoil.

When the body endures changes that require a check up of awareness, or furthermore a reflection of what’s inside, strong causes for outward solutions are found. The funny thing is that I tend to think that nothing exists inside. Not entirely at least. The reason is that everything that is inside of us can be seen outside of us whether we permit it or not. Those that cause a moment of thought to invoke the spirit to reveal a showcase of the talent hold tight what’s essentially stuck in between time and space. Before it can manifest into our very own vision a round of informal and disorganized information makes things happen. All is possible in a world where all secrets are just mysteries and uncovering imaginative responses to what is learned justifies the knowledge to seek out an entity that suspends in dimensions.

When the body has its spirit broken the new thing that breaks is an eminence of not understanding what is already understood. We are a truth to the natural order of time. What is another word that can say what the word time says? What happened before time came into existence or was it always existing in a lifeless existence? No purpose for this predicament, but instead a tip of clarity to absolve the illusion of living life in this thing we do. Driving cars, making money, forming relationships, these chores cause a large waste of time. But wait a second, there is no such thing as wasting time because it can’t be thrown away like many think. This is why I find that establishing myself in the artistic community or perhaps the entertainment continuum may lead me to make sense of things that are mere hints of the intoxicating spirit that consumes us night and day.

How Does It Feel?: "Light Bulb" by B.A. Fernandez 12/01/2007

2009-10-13T12:18:00.000-04:00

How Does It Feel?: "Light Bulb" by B.A. Fernandez 12/01/2007

2009-05-16T09:46:00.000-04:00

A Moment to Reflect by B.A. Fernandez © 2/12/2005

Life brings more life and with every fresh breath of air comes a chance for growth. Within all of us is that ability to make positive changes to welcome in newfound glory in acceptance of a chaotic universe. Many people can write about it, folks may document it and show us on screens but the fact is assertive action needs to take place by people in positions to do so.

Greed and arrogance consumes many people in this modern mosaic, despite the thirst for power, we need to slow down the race. The human race is soaring to new heights but too many souls are getting trampled. The strong defeat the weak but the wise defeat the smart; or perhaps it is the other way around the meek stand up against the strong and get smarter to fight the wise. Society can than become part of the process to look across the pond and see that we are overworked by the powerful and underscoring our own abilities. When an institution such as social security is a basis of income, the soul depletes itself of certain rights of dignity and respect. It is surely acceptable if you have no other alternative, but you have the ability to pick your self up and volunteer at first than find a job in whatever it may be. Thousands of great men have been able to dream it than achieve it. We can do it together.

Humanity is based on love. When you get out of the rut and back on track you feel the love God has for humanity. As you experience the monetary change from cash to destiny you see that real power. Positive powers come from one man helping another. Negative powers come from one man hurting another. And where do we hurt each other most frequently, in the business world. There is more than enough to go around. We are a land of all men created equal. We are going through a strange chapter in history. Technology has advanced itself up to the point where many of us are dying instead of living because of it. Those who can grasp the fast changes succeed and move on and retire young. However, souls are being trampled in the name of capitalism. Companies are downsizing and firing at will. Huge companies being bought out by superpowers. The future doesn’t look good at the rate we’re going. The wireless world is getting us weary beyond belief.

The gist of this riff about public policy is that if big business slows down and allows small businesses to get their shares than economic collapse is preventable. Currently in this state of affairs economic turmoil is looming. Some see real estate booming but look at who is renting out the rooms. Successful people across the pond and the sea don’t have such high anxiety as we do. Disorders are eating us up.