Matrix Retold by a Mom

Today while checking my email I saw a link on one of the news sites for a viral video. So it thought what the hoot, I can use a laugh today. Well let me tell you, I am still chuckling over her comments and the added animation, all in all Hollyweird could not do as good a job putting this together. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did, says the man still chuckling and smiling!

“The Matrix Retold By Mom” Goes Viral

Matrix as told by a Mom…
YOU have to watch this as it is so funny!
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/video/matrix-retold-mom-goes-viral-233011409.html
The Matrix sorry synopsis by a Mom
Matrix as told by a Mom

funny video of Mom explaining the Matrix

 

Fortune Cookie says:

So it has been a long time since I made a journal entry, so here it goes. Some will be in short form, sorry to the one person who follows who does not like this style, and some will be in more of a story format.

Last night my fortune cookie said; “You make people realize that there exist other beauties in the world”

Now this is actually true, a few days ago I had an epiphany on the Meaning of Life. Now I am not so arrogant to try to start my own religion or anything like that, or to consider that this is the meaning for life for everyone in the world and universe. This was my message from the Creator/God/Universe to ME.

Working for others is hard and working with others is harder sometimes, so many egos and hidden agendas. So having a bad people day, as in shit heads were peeing in my Corn flakes, I said Universe I need a sign to stay here and not quit. Within a half an hour a large Raven swooped in front of me as I was driving, spiralled around and flew beside my cab and looked over to make sure I was watching, then sped up and swooped in front of the Rock Truck to fly up the road and disappear over the hill in front. Odd I thought, not knowing how much the creatures and the nature of the world would impact on me that night.

Eventually my slow large cumbersome Rock Truck which is a Cat 740 Rock truck with 3 axles, can carry 40 tons in the payload area, over rough terrain, crested the hill, in time to see a very large Red Fox, saunter across the road looking right in my eyes. Odd I thought, so continuing down the road, I spotted more small wildlife off in the trees, lots of birds for sure, more than normal. The time was around 6:30 ish PM, the night creatures were stirring and shift change was happening, so they felt more secure perhaps.

Pulling into the pit, I noticed the clouds were forming large big interesting shapes. As I pulled up to the Front end Loader, another Red Fox scouted past looking for food thrown from the people, he was disappointed though, as we did not through anything to him. He was funny to watch, scurrying around, his little pads and low weight barely making a dent in the soft sand, circling the moving machines, knowing how they worked and confident in his speed and agility.

As I slowly left the pit rounding the corner and heading up the long straight stretch to the active Dam building area, God/The Universe/The Creator had another awe-inspiring treat for my eyes to view, to activate my brain and make my Soul soar with delight. I looked up at the clouds, the sun peaking over the and behind the clouds, brilliant silver rays of sunlight flashing out from the cloud cover like wide laser beams, bathing the landscape all around me. Wow was all I could articulate out loud.  What a display of beauty, in that Northern land of lakes and trees, Wow.

Later that evening the spectacles continued; the day before I had seen a small black bear playing on the road, well tonight I watch another similar one, slowly saunter into the woods, then on another trip back into the pit, the Red Fox, dashing around, I caught sight of his family down in the sand dunes on another level of the pit waiting and playing for him to return. So nice so many sights to delight the soul, but the evening was not over yet.

Soon, I would see the Aura Borealis again for the fist time in 20+ years, dancing in the sky, peaking around the clouds, making a wonderous spectacle for all to see. All to see who took the time to look up in the wonderous sky, all who take the time to admire nature and the world around them even while working. For those who see more than man-made things, man make problems, man created problems, those who are awake or waking up, those who love the World/Earth/Gia love the Creator, that whom created the world God, that whom created the Universe the Universe unto itself.

similar to the aura borealis I saw

I told others that night to enjoy a moment or two of the beauty that is around us, even on a job site. In the past having told others of the beauty around my as I stand or walk or pace or sit outside while others sit in their man made dwellings shutting out the world, I enjoy what the Universe has to show me that night, teach me that night or that day. While on the phone to people, I watch birds swoop and soar, insects skitter through the wall grasses and weeds. Observe Fireflies in the fields below and around me, twinkling like the stars above, mirroring the story of creation itself. Listen to the wind rustle or blow through the trees and branches, move and hustle around the tall weeds, scoot sideways the poor little dragon flies  as they search out their meals for the evening.

The Meaning of Life, for me is Stop worrying about man-made things and concerns, live closer to nature, explore my little part of the universe, help to create some beauty in life to offset the destruction of Man Kind. Stop with the petty worries of others, relax outdoors as much as possible, sleep outdoors when I can, sit outdoors when I can and when I can not sit or sleep there, put on weather gear and walk there. Spend as much time getting back to nature, getting back to the One Real Church, the Church God the Universe Created for us. Nature.

My Wilderness Return story continues, continues along on the right path the proper path. Share with others, share to help teach to remind and to help reflect on the meaning of life; enjoy the moments that are all around us, everyday, every moment of the day and every moment of the evening and night. Watch the lovely Moon the companion to this Earth.

So;
taking the plunge, went up to Timmins area, Cochrane, Matheson, took a job with a so so employer that starts with a ‘C’ just to get into the North, work and time = money to move up and get property and follow my dreams and reality, my path.

Been travelling to and fro from Bowmanville to Timmins, while back working on projects to get rid of stuff, sell off stuff, including my business stuff, stuff that is like a boat anchor dragging me down to the hollow lake of despair in this dreary man-made area overpopulation and cities. Back to the North, back to the Wilderness.

My next time in the Mines, I will ask to stay for 2 weeks so I can have 2 weeks off, in the full two weeks off, I can get way more done than now with only 3 -1/2 days of being able to work here. There are two full days of travel just to get back and forth, and the first day that I am back down here, I sleep extra to make up for the time spent not sleeping for a least a week while travelling and working. Wow.. Time, never enough time, wish I could go back in time, correct the mistakes of the past. I know the exact divergent path that I made my first big mistake, I would go to that timeline and take the other road to travel. Go back in time with my full memories to guide me is my only wish of the Genie, “Genie I would make one wish only, it would be thus stated!”

Alas, it is not to be, onward Christian Soldiers we go. Hoping for a brighter future, hoping for a future, hoping for the miracle of a better life, to enjoy life, to have the ability to notice the wonderous events around us to allow our hearts and Soul to be uplifted and inspired. This is the wish of Soldiers and Warriors throughout history. My wish now again as well.

This blog is about my journey for my recollection and thoughts, hopefully I will be helping others to realize that there are exists other beauties in the world and other events beyond the human condition.

* So as I wrote the very last paragraph above, a large Chipmunk just took the chance darted across from the trailer in front of me to the trailer beside me, looked me in the eyes, and took the risk. As the Dog is just laying outside the Van right now, sighing for me to get off the computer and do something useful like play fetch with her, it was a rather large risk for the Chipmunk to take. So the Universe just spoke to me again, verifying my observations, to verify my writing of the events, thoughts and feelings for others to hopefully start looking around, playing around and staying outdoors to enjoy what is real and inspiring, not man-made things, the simple things like a single drop of dew on a blade of grass, glistening in the dawn light, a drop of moisture mirroring the beauty of the Universe for us to See and Observe!

Cheers and have a wonderous day of Observing the Glory that is all around us.

(ps, note, no re-writing, no re-reading just thoughts spilling out in all their lack of sentence structure, just thoughts one after another spilling forth through the clumsy medium of brain to fingers to keyboard to pixels on a screen in a pixel universe to tell you to go back to the real Universe, HA HA.. Irony is me 🙂

Picasso Life Lessons

This morning while driving back from Ottawa from my Great Uncles Funeral I was listening to the CBC. Now driving tired is much better when your listening to something entertaining and fun. My two favourite CBC hosts were on one after another; Michael Enright and Stuart McLean, each with their own brand of humour and insights.

Michael Enright was interviewing the Curator of the Ontario Museum in Toronto where the Pablo Picasso exhibition is being held this summer. The Curator and Michael were discussing Picasso’s life work through the different stages of his life and his different styles throughout his life.  They made a comment that will forever finally get Picasso and the comment was very simple and brief. Picasso became the most famous when he started to paint “what the mind sees and how the mind works at seeing and what the brain sees”, the others of his time and up till then had only painted what they saw and how they saw it through their eyes.

now I finally understand Picasso a bit better and want to see this exhibit

Through this simple statement of fact in this casual interview in a style of talking to one another interview, I finally get Picasso. The exhibit is about Picasso’s creation of works, his thought process and how he achieved the transitions from one style to another style. I may never fully appreciate the Cubist style he envisioned and created, but I now have a greater understanding of it and in a small way a glimpse into the Masters Mind in how his mind saw events and realities.

My Uncle died a month ago and the Celebration of Life was held this past Saturday. I had been reflecting on my Uncle, our similarities in how we saw the world and how we interacted with it. We both tend to laugh and make jokes in awkward situations and sombre moments both trying to diffuse the situations or events to liven or lighten the moods of others around us. We both have weird laughs and make people smile when they do not want to, make people smile when they need too and make people smile to make ourselves smile. In effect, I tried to glimpse into my Uncles Mind to see how his influence in my life had helped to shape me.

Stuart McLean talked about life events, presented another rousing tale of adventure of our hero Dave and his friends in the Vinyl Cafe. This story revolved around fishing and catching fish. Very appropriate as some of my best memories are of my Uncle and the rest of the family at their Marina on the Ottawa River. The marina where I ran around as a wee kid, helping, getting in the way, playing with the big old interesting Cash Register, fishing, campfires, listening to the Banjo that my Uncle learned to play in only a couple of weeks, fishing from boats with my Uncle and my Poppa (Grandfather), memories although few now due to my brain injury, at least I have a few memories of this enjoyable time in my life.

Growing up, I spent a lot of time with my Great Uncles, Great Aunts and Grandparents, thus am I shaped in my thoughts, morals, outlooks, laughter, sense of humour and emotions. Thus, I am not in tune with people my own age, although they are catching up, I am more in tune with Two generations ahead of me.

I believe Picasso was similarly thought moulded, in-tune with the Great Masters of previous generations as well as his fathers generation, as his father was a famous painter in Spain before him. Picasso was a man out of time, living in both the past and the future, we as a people are just catching up to him.

Soldier turned civilian, survivalist turned prepper, the world at large is just catching back up with this concept of Prepping and Living, maybe one day I will feel normal and in tune with those around me?

This I muss and write as I sit in my Van, writing on my laptop my thoughts on the past and the future, watching the Full Moon rise over the farm fields, watch as the sky darkens and the lands blend into the deep shadows of night. Watch and hop out now and then to play with my big puppy as she runs around the yard playing fetch with herself and catch as she tosses the bottle up in the air or the 2×4, her favourite fetch and chew stick.

I live off grid, get the power for my laptop from my Vans’ battery or from the Solar powered batteries in my Off grid living arrangements, wondering am I of the past, living at the back of this farm or living in the soon to be future arrangement of the general populous, off grid as they will no longer have power either? Off Grid, no Power, if there is a big SHFT or EMP pulse, yes disruption to the Now, the standard way of life that others are living now, so will they catch up to me, or will I catch up to them?

Like Picasso, my mind sees things differently than a lot of others, I see reality in a few phases at the same time, I see multiple things at the same time, I see, I observe, but what is it that we miss when we see? Sherlock Holmes stated; “people see but they do not observe” Now I am able to view Picasso’s work in a new light because I will be observing his work in more of a light in which he saw it. Will I see his work like you see his work? Will I see life as you see life, will others see life anew or life re-created?

Here is to Picasso’s painting, I believe the world will have a paradigm shift soon, the world will quickly become like a Picasso Cubist or Creationists period, although I hope it does not, for the suffering will be greater than his observations and sorrow over the Spanish Civil war, the observations that helped to create and define his work. The future, where my Uncle’s laughter will ring true in my minds eye and hearing, in times of strife and need, times that are changing and coming.

paradigm shift

Picasso painting

Our future?

ps. maybe I write like a Picasso cubist or creationist period, maybe I write like he saw things, in multiples, in shifts many things at once, maybe my writing is like that, hard to read, easy to read, parts of many interlinked into the whole?

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