Introspect on a Friday night.
Well. I was invited out by five different people to do five different things, & I was having the hardest time deciding which one sounded like the most fun. Then I decided I wanted to stay in & read. Ha. Instead, I*m sitting here talking to my sister/best friend over myspace. Mercury retrograde sure does inspire some introspective thinking!!
While I was driving home from a birthday party tonight, I realized out of the blue that my dad would be proud of who I am right now. I am FINALLY at a place where I am confident in that. It has taken me a LONG TIME, but I*m here. By no means does that mean that I place all of my value in whether or not my dead father would be proud of me, but it feels good to know that he would. More importantly, IIII am proud of me. I*m doing right for the first time in my life, & I am EXACTLY where I think a 26 year old should be.
The Revolution Will Not Be Organized
The revolution will not be organized,
the revolution will not be organized .
com,
the revolution will not be Yahoo Grouped, Meetuped,
downloaded, uploaded, QWERTY'd, or blogged.
The revolution will not be handled by webmasters,
think-tankers, authors of policy position papers,
authors of anti-policy position papers,
secretaries, executives, executive assistants,
insiders, whistle-blowers, informants, counter-informants,
committees or sub-committees.
Your neighbor with excellent leadership qualities
will not lead you into, through, or out of the revolution.
The revolution will not be inspired, instigated, managed
or controlled by him, her, or them.
The revolution will not be organized.
No matter if you eat at McDonald's and can barely walk,
no matter if you drive an S.U.V.
and rarely walk,
no matter if you were public school indoctrinated,
vaccinated, humiliated, ostracized, terrorized, minimized,
no matter if you live in a house owned by BofA,
no matter if you eat cat food, dog food,
Puppy Chow for your inner child,
no matter if you shop at Salvation Army, Saks, TJ Maxx,
when the Cold Hand of Power touches you,
it touches revolution.
They will come to chip you, rape you,
tell you you are theirs, imprison you in FEMA camps
because you spoke out,
because you doubted the official story,
because you looked with your own eyes,
spoke from your own heart.
They will come for you in black uniforms, black helmets,
swinging black batons, symbols of the New Authority,
and you will say,
"No, my children and I will not come with you."
You will say no -- not because Charlie Sheen
inspired you one night on FOX News
to look more closely at falling towers.
You will say no -- not because Alex Jones
led you through the darkness with a bullhorn.
You will say no -- not because Howard Zinn
handed you the Book of Truth on a silver platter.
You will say no because you are your own
star of truth shining the way.
At your unique hour, in the dark,
beneath a burning paper currency moon,
the Cold Hand of Power will touch you and revolt you.
At your unique hour,
when they come for you because you asked questions,
because you did not lower your eyes,
because you did not bow down,
at your unique hour,
in your unique circumstance,
you will find yourself in the grip of a courage
you have not known but which you are.
You will stand in front of black helmets with invisible faces,
and you will say,
"No, my children and I will not come with you."
Daughters and sons of revolutionaries,
blood burning for freedom,
eyes set toward tomorrow,
each of you alone in the darkness,
beneath tender constellations burning gold and silver,
each of you will remember the path to take
when the Cold Hand of Power comes for you,
each of you will make your way without direction or encouragement,
as those before you made their way without direction or encouragement,
forging history, embracing destiny.
You will not march in file.
You will not march.
The revolution will not be organized.
In your darkest hour,
beneath the burning moon,
you will pledge allegiance to the truth,
as those before you pledged allegiance to the truth.
The truth cannot be organized. inspired a nightmare in me last night. At some point in 2006, my good friend Kevin opened my mind in a big way. He*s basically taught me how to think critically for myself. Since then, I have become EXTREMELY passionate about politics & where this country is headed (among other things). Anyway - I had that poem emailed to me last night, & I read it carefully during a break from class. I didn*t think much about it after that. I went out with my learning team after class & went to bed at about 1:30. I had a horrible dream! I dreamed that I was sleeping with Jeremy & my sister (?!), & we were sleeping completely under the covers, which had become natural because we were hiding from the government. The country was basically going through a Holocaust (but not the extreme versions of the Holocaust like we were taught in school - the kind of Holocaust that actually happens - where it*s so subtle that no one realizes it*s happening). An Asian came into my condo & pointed a gun at my head & tried to force me to go with him. I was kicking & screaming, elbowing; trying my hardest to wake my sister & Jeremy up, but to no avail. They continued sleeping through it, until I was finally ripped from my bed. That*s when I woke up.
I think it*s an extremely significant dream in regards to my feelings on politics & what is going on in the country/world recently. I feel like I am CONSTANTLY trying to get people to wake the fuck up & see that our country is falling apart; our rights are being stripped; there are inside terrorist attacks going on all the time; we are headed for our own Holocaust… quickly. & I feel like it*s so blatantly obvious, & it*s absolutely petrifying that people either don*t see it or - worse - just don*t care. When Clay Aiken*s sexual preference is the #1 news story over a $700 BILLION dollar tax issue, something is SERIOUSLY wrong. Jeremy said it best - Americans deserve everything that*s coming, because this stuff is happening right in front of our faces & no one does anything about it.
………
I went back to my doctor Wednesday. I have to go to physical therapy for my hip, three times a week for four weeks. : ( I am SO BUMMED. I was hoping to be healed so I could start jogging & playing soccer again. I*m gonna have to splurge on a bike so I can get SOME type of cardio in; I just don*t feel right without it - I have no way to blow off steam, or something. I won*t be able to do much for the next month, because most of my free money will go to physical therapy & my new bike. OH - & !!
…the JOURNEY concert, of course!! : D & hopefully the James concert in Anaheim.
All right, I could sit here for the entire night & write about everything in my head, but I*m going to do a lil reading because I never get time to anymore.
Hope everyone out there is having a great Friday night!
While I was driving home from a birthday party tonight, I realized out of the blue that my dad would be proud of who I am right now. I am FINALLY at a place where I am confident in that. It has taken me a LONG TIME, but I*m here. By no means does that mean that I place all of my value in whether or not my dead father would be proud of me, but it feels good to know that he would. More importantly, IIII am proud of me. I*m doing right for the first time in my life, & I am EXACTLY where I think a 26 year old should be.
The Revolution Will Not Be Organized
The revolution will not be organized,
the revolution will not be organized .
com,
the revolution will not be Yahoo Grouped, Meetuped,
downloaded, uploaded, QWERTY'd, or blogged.
The revolution will not be handled by webmasters,
think-tankers, authors of policy position papers,
authors of anti-policy position papers,
secretaries, executives, executive assistants,
insiders, whistle-blowers, informants, counter-informants,
committees or sub-committees.
Your neighbor with excellent leadership qualities
will not lead you into, through, or out of the revolution.
The revolution will not be inspired, instigated, managed
or controlled by him, her, or them.
The revolution will not be organized.
No matter if you eat at McDonald's and can barely walk,
no matter if you drive an S.U.V.
and rarely walk,
no matter if you were public school indoctrinated,
vaccinated, humiliated, ostracized, terrorized, minimized,
no matter if you live in a house owned by BofA,
no matter if you eat cat food, dog food,
Puppy Chow for your inner child,
no matter if you shop at Salvation Army, Saks, TJ Maxx,
when the Cold Hand of Power touches you,
it touches revolution.
They will come to chip you, rape you,
tell you you are theirs, imprison you in FEMA camps
because you spoke out,
because you doubted the official story,
because you looked with your own eyes,
spoke from your own heart.
They will come for you in black uniforms, black helmets,
swinging black batons, symbols of the New Authority,
and you will say,
"No, my children and I will not come with you."
You will say no -- not because Charlie Sheen
inspired you one night on FOX News
to look more closely at falling towers.
You will say no -- not because Alex Jones
led you through the darkness with a bullhorn.
You will say no -- not because Howard Zinn
handed you the Book of Truth on a silver platter.
You will say no because you are your own
star of truth shining the way.
At your unique hour, in the dark,
beneath a burning paper currency moon,
the Cold Hand of Power will touch you and revolt you.
At your unique hour,
when they come for you because you asked questions,
because you did not lower your eyes,
because you did not bow down,
at your unique hour,
in your unique circumstance,
you will find yourself in the grip of a courage
you have not known but which you are.
You will stand in front of black helmets with invisible faces,
and you will say,
"No, my children and I will not come with you."
Daughters and sons of revolutionaries,
blood burning for freedom,
eyes set toward tomorrow,
each of you alone in the darkness,
beneath tender constellations burning gold and silver,
each of you will remember the path to take
when the Cold Hand of Power comes for you,
each of you will make your way without direction or encouragement,
as those before you made their way without direction or encouragement,
forging history, embracing destiny.
You will not march in file.
You will not march.
The revolution will not be organized.
In your darkest hour,
beneath the burning moon,
you will pledge allegiance to the truth,
as those before you pledged allegiance to the truth.
The truth cannot be organized. inspired a nightmare in me last night. At some point in 2006, my good friend Kevin opened my mind in a big way. He*s basically taught me how to think critically for myself. Since then, I have become EXTREMELY passionate about politics & where this country is headed (among other things). Anyway - I had that poem emailed to me last night, & I read it carefully during a break from class. I didn*t think much about it after that. I went out with my learning team after class & went to bed at about 1:30. I had a horrible dream! I dreamed that I was sleeping with Jeremy & my sister (?!), & we were sleeping completely under the covers, which had become natural because we were hiding from the government. The country was basically going through a Holocaust (but not the extreme versions of the Holocaust like we were taught in school - the kind of Holocaust that actually happens - where it*s so subtle that no one realizes it*s happening). An Asian came into my condo & pointed a gun at my head & tried to force me to go with him. I was kicking & screaming, elbowing; trying my hardest to wake my sister & Jeremy up, but to no avail. They continued sleeping through it, until I was finally ripped from my bed. That*s when I woke up.
I think it*s an extremely significant dream in regards to my feelings on politics & what is going on in the country/world recently. I feel like I am CONSTANTLY trying to get people to wake the fuck up & see that our country is falling apart; our rights are being stripped; there are inside terrorist attacks going on all the time; we are headed for our own Holocaust… quickly. & I feel like it*s so blatantly obvious, & it*s absolutely petrifying that people either don*t see it or - worse - just don*t care. When Clay Aiken*s sexual preference is the #1 news story over a $700 BILLION dollar tax issue, something is SERIOUSLY wrong. Jeremy said it best - Americans deserve everything that*s coming, because this stuff is happening right in front of our faces & no one does anything about it.
………
I went back to my doctor Wednesday. I have to go to physical therapy for my hip, three times a week for four weeks. : ( I am SO BUMMED. I was hoping to be healed so I could start jogging & playing soccer again. I*m gonna have to splurge on a bike so I can get SOME type of cardio in; I just don*t feel right without it - I have no way to blow off steam, or something. I won*t be able to do much for the next month, because most of my free money will go to physical therapy & my new bike. OH - & !!
…the JOURNEY concert, of course!! : D & hopefully the James concert in Anaheim.
All right, I could sit here for the entire night & write about everything in my head, but I*m going to do a lil reading because I never get time to anymore.
Hope everyone out there is having a great Friday night!