Secret to immortal life

HERE'S A THEORY FOR YA ALL:

This is probably going to make me sound really stupid, but, I have actually given this alot of thought. I only wish I had the ability to put all my thoughts down for you all to read as the images and words came to me before I got out of bed this morning.

It all makes sense to me and it felt like I discovered something massive.

Well, here it goes, the secret to immortality:

Forget time exists and do everything in slow motion. I mean very slow motion.
That way by the time you finish taking a step to move forward, so much actual time would have passed but it would be as though no real time had passed at all.

Slow Mo!!
Give it a go
;-)

Painting a picture through words

Painting a picture through words,
Imagine,
What it is to see beauty before you're very eyes.
She turns a corner in the hallway to be standing there before me.
Standing there in the doorway to my bedroom.
Standing naked with a smile on her face.
Her perfect body oiled and glistening in the light make her features appear flawless.
Her small rounded toes point out on the left leg, with her big toe twisting into the polished floor boards she's standing on, with her right leg placed behind in an innocent, vonrabul manner.
As she twists the toe from left to right in the same spot her calf muscle on the same leg imposes like a beating pulse.

And you can paint what's next....

Where does my heart belong??

#Stopthınkrespect
-it's not only Aboriginals who face discrimination in Australia

Being born in Australia and being raised by parents who where born and raised with different cultural values to suit the country which they where in before arriving to Australia to start (escape) a "new life" has played a major impact on my own life.
My parents brought me up with their values which have been of an ethnic culture. I have continually struggled throughout my entire life searching for a place where I fit in. Asking myself questions such as what am I? Am I an Australian or does because of the way I have been brought up mean that I automatically belong to another raise in which way my parents have brought me up in?

I speak two languages, one of which I knew how to speak before the other, that being the ethnic background of my parents tongue before English.
Even as that being so, I've always made an effort with my peers to constantly say, when asked, that I am Australian because I was born in this country. I have associated myself with other like me (who have had similar upbringings) in my past and I have associated myself with people who would refer to themselves as being "true Australian" based on their families background being that they to where born and raised here as far back in relation to their great great greater mothers and fathers generations.

Now, in my family tree, I am what many would refer to as a "first generation Australian " because every person who was born before me in relation to my family history was born in another country other than Australia. So when I am referring to associating with people like me, this is what I mean.

Australian people don't like to class themselves as being racist due to its multi cultural diversity, however, my research into this matter begs to differ.
I have come to the conclusion, through my association with multiple cultural diversified peers, that the most racist of all cultural diversities found in Australia actually comes from those  who refer to themselves as "true Australians".

I personally think that unless you are of an aboriginal decent, you have no right to refer to yourself as being "a true Australian".  if your parents or patents parent migrated to Australia and gave birth to you on Australian soil that the term "1st, 2nd, 3rd.... Generation" Australian should be implied and made mandatory by governments as to eliminate confusion within any Australian so that future Australians can  ınstıll pride for being an Australian.

Being a 1st gen Aussie has been frustrating at best. If only I had known what to say to people when I was asked the question "what's your nationality?" when growing up, perhaps my life would have been different, more peaceful and harmonious, livıng and growing throughout life with others just like me (1st gen). Instead of constantly feeling emptiness due to having a lack of the sence of belonging, feeling banished or like I am being looked at differently, being treated differently just because my parents brought me up in the best way they knew how to (they're way).

Division amongst different cultures is prominent all around Australia, but its the division amongst the generations of Australians that cause the most problems, mostly psychological.

Unwanted Darkness

From the Shadows she emerges out of her slumber,

Rise, rise, rise.

The darkness fills her body with her first breath of air.

She sighs.

"It's time to rise,
Begin a new day.
What tasks do I need to complete?
Where do I need to go?
Who do I need to see?"

RISE, RISE, RISE

Extending her body to stretch her limbs,
She feels her blood flow,
Rushing into each organ of her (once was) crippled, stiff body.

"Who's here? What do they want? Why are you all still here?"

Darkness consumes her as she catches the whiffe of rotting corpses from another room.

She emerges out of the shadows to find demons scattered around her dwelling.

Chattering and gnawing at eachother as they do,
Serching for external pleasures for a moment of satisfaction.

MONEY

Do you really think it matters??
All this suffering,
Continous breathing,
Trying to be the best you can be at what your good at, just to find out that any kind of meaning to this life amounts to money.

You find your skill,
Your passion to pursue, but if it's not making you any money, it automatically brings into question whether or not it is worth pursuing.

Sure, you enjoy what your doing, but is it worth anything??

Is anything non academic worth pursuing in this life?

We're taught at a young age to be good at maths as to be able to add and subtract our money we make when we're old enough to get a job, but, not to be great at mathematics as to be able to solve the secrets of the universe.

Imaginations are said to be almost diminished by the time one reaches their mid 30's leaving only the capabilities of utilizing skills of an academic nature based upon knowledge gained from attending school (in those most critical years of our lives).

We go to school to learn, thats right, we learn...
We learn how to count money, we learn how to behave infront of authority figures, we learn that unless you are good at maths and science and politics and all the academic subjects they throw at you, you are not going to get a good job.

What is it to have a "good" job, well, it's a job that pays well. It is a place where you give up your life and time to serve another. The more time and energy you put into this job, the more you will be rewarded with money.

Then what is a bad job?, I hear you ask.
A bad job is a job that requires you to use your imagination. Something that allows you to escape reality through thought, an activity which can also help with developing New ideas, other ways of looking at life and portraying these ideas and thoughts to others, just like an artist would with their artwork, or an inventor would with their new idea. Basically, anything that promotes independent thought and a creative mind is a bad job.

Yes, we learn all this at school.
For instance, in primary school when you should be learning how to read and right and how to construct sentences properly, the majority of the time you are asked the question, "what do you want to be when you grow up?" leaving a child's creative mind to ponder such a stupid notion.

In High school when you are meant to have some sort of rough idea to this ridiculous question, you are allowed to pick the subjects of your choice, mostly around the year 9 level, because by then, you have been told that "you can be anything you want" and should have a rough idea at the types of subject you enjoy doing. You meet with the schools career adviser and they help you pick the subjects you require in order to achieve your goal of becoming what "you"want to be. If you want to be a photographer or an artist, or even a designer, you are made to pick all the art related subjects, if you want to become a physician or an engineer, you are made to pick all the technical subjects. Automatically, you become devided amongst your peers and at the end of your high school sentence, you are scored based on how much and how well your ability to recollect information is through exams.
Obviously, even a not so smart technical subject student is going to get a higher score than the most articulated creative subject puplil, because that is what the technical subject pupils are trained to do. (all day everyday, including after school hours, they are fed and recalling so much useless information). Where as the creative subject pupils are made to think outside the box they live in.

Sure, almost everyone wants to be able to be creative and imaginative in their choice of work. But, the truth is that if you put your energy and time into something else other than making money, you are not going to get to, be apart of, or even be acknowledged as anyone who has any kind of value to impute on this earth.

Why am I even sharing this with you, when I already know that all it would take is for people to stop investing so much energy into this way of being, to remember that all governing bodies implemented in all countries are there to serve the people of there ruling counties and not the other way around.

There's no balance any more.

Have a listen to what this valedictorian graduate has to say on the subject:

Click here to view video.

Uncontrolled

Don't blame me for being a little terror,
Blame the tv and the media.
Lock your tv's up with Censorship
Or turn them off from the power.

While your children are not watching
Keep in mind that you are being watched while you are watching them.

Cameras take over, though you are not famous, you are ordinary.
The ordinary have much more to offer.

Controlled collective thinking is what they are after.

Don't give them the power!!
Do not give them the power!!

Think outside the box your living in,
Turn the box into a bubble,
Give them Hell,
Give them trouble.

Children should be children forever.
We are united.
The ordinary becoming the line of fire of their manipulations and uncontrollable behaviour.

Possessions taking over,
All around the world,
Each and every one of us a gateway to their games,
Its what they don't want you to know, but you do know it anyway.

Be quiet, don't speak out.
Keep in line,
Discipline, respect.
Blaa blaa blaa,
Is, as it goes,
Don't speak out!!
No one should know.

This isn't an explanation for my terrorrist behaviour, it's more of a reaction to the confusion of the pleasure and pain offered from Chaos continuously occurring more rapidly then ever.

Time speeding up and magnetic polarity diminishing,
Vertigo happenings,
Empowered after more power,
Controlled seeking more control.

To be apart of society or not to be?
That is the question.

What is it to be?

I think we all know the answer to, but can we make the decision before we are born into this life?

How novel it would be.

Would you choose to be present in this life?

Just like an Illusion,
A dream.
A moment in time,
It'll be over,
Free to go on with the rest of eternity,
Free.

Isn't that what everyone is after?

Freedom.

Uncontrollable.

Uncontrolled.