This Book is Volume one of my life in Autobiographical form... Here is a sample from chapter one-- Chapter One Early Awakening's I suppose in each of us there is a place in our lives, where we can truly remember when our lucid memories of infancy became a more solidified and more concurrent reality. My concurrent reality started at about three-years of age. Remembering even back to when I was three-years of age, I possessed an insatiable curiosity as to the inner workings of thing's and what made them tick as it were. I began to have very lucid, dream memories, as a child as well. I refer to them as Dream Memories, because that is precisely what they are to me, fully realized conscious memories in my waking life that I remembered being in, the night before, or being at, I should say. There are many of us Traveler's in this World who live on a distinctly different plane of existence, beyond what is known in mainstream society as a PSI, telepathic, empathic-thing that we all possess within each of our being's. In that lucid world of dreams, a reality, where light and shadow seem to intermingle at times. All of the ideas that I am briefly touching on in the Beginning of this chapter are of sincere relevance to we as human's and what I refer to as Early Awakening's. Early Awakening's in my opinion are our first memories that solidify after a certain age when our brain is developed enough to make decisions and learn the consequences of those decision's whether they be good or bad we learn something from them. I suppose in every one of the early parts of our lives we all possess what are called our comfort memories of a time when we were young and innocent. Over the years, sometimes earlier than later, we come to an understanding of the World as it truly is which can be very traumatic and at any time we could lose our oxygen permanently, for one reason or another. I suppose it is when we first learn about death is when we don't see things the same ever, after witnessing or experiencing our first death. We might have lost a dear relative, such as when a Grand Mother or Grand Father may have died in the family. Distinctly, I can remember losing a couple of family pets as well as a dear friend Anthony who committed suicide year's later which was a very hard tragedy for me beyond any word's even here. There was also another dear friend named Forest. Forest had short, copper red hair that burned like the Sun itself. Forest had green eyes like Emerald's with gold flecks and whom I loved deeply in a way that all I can say is she was an ethereal woman who could sing like an Angel and God knows I miss her. Someone stabbed Forest when they tried to rape her on the side of a highway while she ran to escape they chased her and stabbed her. God?- Why her She had done nothing but bring light into the World and someone that evil could ever do anything like that! I will always love you forever Forest. May you sing in God's choir. Amen. --I need a breath here. I need some oxygen- We all lose our innocence sooner or later, some Travelers lose more from seeing the brutal realities of life, rather more to the point it truly is my key belief is to not allow my heart to grow cold and even callous. Even though my soul is made of one feather wing and one leather one, which is what it feels like sometimes when you are out there alone or when with a friend. The "Jungle" the "Concrete Jungle" I should say, emerges as the Sun set's like a hungry animal. When I use the word "animal" I am not referring to a stuffed character on a day trip to Anaheim. When I use the word "animal" I mean a hungry tiger waiting for one of you in G.P. (General Population) to stay out a little later than you should be in one of those dark place's you know you're not supposed to be. Its 2:30 A.M. and anyone that knows to be home at that time, is.
Show moreThis Book is Volume one of my life in Autobiographical form... Here is a sample from chapter one-- Chapter One Early Awakening's I suppose in each of us there is a place in our lives, where we can truly remember when our lucid memories of infancy became a more solidified and more concurrent reality. My concurrent reality started at about three-years of age. Remembering even back to when I was three-years of age, I possessed an insatiable curiosity as to the inner workings of thing's and what made them tick as it were. I began to have very lucid, dream memories, as a child as well. I refer to them as Dream Memories, because that is precisely what they are to me, fully realized conscious memories in my waking life that I remembered being in, the night before, or being at, I should say. There are many of us Traveler's in this World who live on a distinctly different plane of existence, beyond what is known in mainstream society as a PSI, telepathic, empathic-thing that we all possess within each of our being's. In that lucid world of dreams, a reality, where light and shadow seem to intermingle at times. All of the ideas that I am briefly touching on in the Beginning of this chapter are of sincere relevance to we as human's and what I refer to as Early Awakening's. Early Awakening's in my opinion are our first memories that solidify after a certain age when our brain is developed enough to make decisions and learn the consequences of those decision's whether they be good or bad we learn something from them. I suppose in every one of the early parts of our lives we all possess what are called our comfort memories of a time when we were young and innocent. Over the years, sometimes earlier than later, we come to an understanding of the World as it truly is which can be very traumatic and at any time we could lose our oxygen permanently, for one reason or another. I suppose it is when we first learn about death is when we don't see things the same ever, after witnessing or experiencing our first death. We might have lost a dear relative, such as when a Grand Mother or Grand Father may have died in the family. Distinctly, I can remember losing a couple of family pets as well as a dear friend Anthony who committed suicide year's later which was a very hard tragedy for me beyond any word's even here. There was also another dear friend named Forest. Forest had short, copper red hair that burned like the Sun itself. Forest had green eyes like Emerald's with gold flecks and whom I loved deeply in a way that all I can say is she was an ethereal woman who could sing like an Angel and God knows I miss her. Someone stabbed Forest when they tried to rape her on the side of a highway while she ran to escape they chased her and stabbed her. God?- Why her She had done nothing but bring light into the World and someone that evil could ever do anything like that! I will always love you forever Forest. May you sing in God's choir. Amen. --I need a breath here. I need some oxygen- We all lose our innocence sooner or later, some Travelers lose more from seeing the brutal realities of life, rather more to the point it truly is my key belief is to not allow my heart to grow cold and even callous. Even though my soul is made of one feather wing and one leather one, which is what it feels like sometimes when you are out there alone or when with a friend. The "Jungle" the "Concrete Jungle" I should say, emerges as the Sun set's like a hungry animal. When I use the word "animal" I am not referring to a stuffed character on a day trip to Anaheim. When I use the word "animal" I mean a hungry tiger waiting for one of you in G.P. (General Population) to stay out a little later than you should be in one of those dark place's you know you're not supposed to be. Its 2:30 A.M. and anyone that knows to be home at that time, is.
Show moreI am a Thirty-Eight year old male about to turn Thirty-Nine years of age and living currently in Seattle, Washington. This book is a non-fiction Autobiography that I have segmented into volume's as this is Volume One. It has taken me two arduous years to complete it and in this Author Biography section I will also place a segment from the Introduction as well... I hope you enjoy it as well as have a grand adventure, living vicariously through my life... Many blessings all around, Sincerely T. My life Thirty-Eight Years of Field Data- An Introduction I suppose, with anything that happens in life for the first time take's an effort of some sort, whether that effort takes a little or a great deal, it requires effort, nonetheless. Breathing for example, is something that we probably take for granted on a daily basis. I know I have been more than guilty of that in the past myself. When we take for granted something so simple as oxygen passing in and out of our lung's where we don't even think about that miraculous pair of genetically wondrous valves giving us air to breathe every day. Without oxygen passing through our lungs we would not be able to pump the blood to our heart. The heart pretty much runs everything to give our brain's a perfect mixture of blood, oxygen and our essential nutrient's so that we can remain upright and perform any task's that we need to during the day. Regardless of the task at hand, without oxygen the whole system shuts down and, well, essentially, we would die within' a matter of a few minutes without it. The point I attempting to make is purely this... We all breathe without even realizing we are doing it, right? When we were all Fetuses in our Mother's womb, we outgrew the first basic phase of one reality and are forced out due to the lack of three things that are necessary for existence. "Oxygen, food and water are necessary" to quote a dear friend of mine, thanks C.J. After nine months of gestation we are forced, not asked, but forced, mind you, to vacate the premises immediately. How I do love this Planet though. It is just a shame that our world is in the distress it is in now. Poor Mama Tierra, Mother Earth. There is so much potential here for beauty if not for the violence of this World and the cutting of the forest's which is causing us to burn ourselves to a crisp in the next five years. This book through this snippett of the introduction is definately for the Anthropologically minded.
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