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The Universe is inside of us

Have an of you ever heard the music created by Symphony of Science. It is really an experience to listen to it, even though it’s a collection of scientist’s talks set yo an auto-tuned track. I’ve always been truly impressed by the songs they have.  Take a moment and listen to “We Are All Connected.

Carl Sagan said that the Universe created humanity because it wanted to know itself. I take it a step further and say that we have eyes because the cosmos wanted to see itself. I also believe that all of our atoms were created inside of stars. Inside of each and everyone of us are pieces from all points in Time and parts that came from many places in the Universe. It’s amazing to think that at one time the elements we are made from did not exist. Therefore, before we were possible, iron and oxygen and many other atomic structures had to be imagined and created. Only later did it become possible to have organic machines as complicated as we are.

There is a famous photo taken by on of the Space Telescopes that looks like an eye.

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The last time I wrote about metaphysics and our amazing existence, I told how I thought Super Clusters looked like bigger versions of neurons in our brains. I explained how our consciousness might continue to exist as part of this larger structure even after our bodies die. The similarities of such large structures and tiny ones inside of our bodies can not be a coincidence. There is a bigger picture out there and we will someday find it.

You can read my last post on super clusters and neurons here:  http://fictionweekly.net/what-happens-when-we-die/

The galaxy above is amazing, but below I leave you with another beautiful representation of how our Universe exists right inside of us.  Our eyes look more like galaxies than the galaxy above looks like an eye.   Isn’t this unbelievable.

 

eye of the galaxy
Each eye is a galaxy of it’s own

What happens when we die?

Some of you don’t know that I am a student of metaphysics and the global consciousness and tat we have the ability to alter our reality. Some of you only visit the blog to read poetry of short stories.

This has been a hard year for me. I’ve lost many friends, which has me thinking about life and death tonight. Here is my summation of what could be possible.

Does our brain waves simply disappear when we die? Do we have a place to go after this world and this body has deteriorated? Besides our spirit or soul, what lives on after death? Many of these questions can’t be answered with accuracy from this side of the life/death threshold. But, if we look around us we see many things that resemble other things many ways. For example, an atom resembles a mini solar system, a river system looks like a lightening strike, and something recently discovered was the amazing similarities between super clusters in space and neurons in our brains.

Then, we have maths that go deeper than all of these discoveries which we use to try and understand the amazing underlying complexity of the world and how it is built up from simple mathematical expressions such as the Mandelbrot Set, and the Fibonacci Sequence.

All of these amazing discoveries proved over and over that we are part of a bigger picture and our understanding of the universe isn’t complete by any stretch of the imagination. The mystery of dark matter and dark energy is only one example of what we don’t know.

The fact that a neuron looks like a super cluster give me the idea that all of our memories, our experiences, our lessons, and more than anything our personalities have a larger interface to connect to once we pass on to the next phase of our experience.

Someone once said that “the Universe created us so that it could know itself better.” Maybe it was Carl Sagan.

The Greek believed that what we saw “out there” was “schema.” Nothing but the reflection of ourselves. Sometimes I wonder just how much ancient knowledge we have lost, because know that we can see 13 billion years into the past and we can see the movement of brain waves along with the ability to create living, working neurons, it seems the Greeks might have been right. The universe is a like us.

My theory is this: when we die, our information goes from the operating system inside our craniums and uploads to the giant operating system in the sky.

Unite

In 2012 I became the bass player for the band Minor Nine. We never got famous, but we made an album in 2013 and had a blast playing shows. For almost three years I practice Saturday and Sunday and played almost 200 shows. During our time together I learned a lot about music and a lot about getting shows.

It hard to keep a band together. Everyone has a role to play as a member of the band, as well as a life they much continue to live at home. The two lives are often at odds, leaving hard choices to be made weekly.

We did however create amazing music. We had a diverse group of musicians. Even though there was only 4 of us, the age range when we started was 13, 28, 34, and 60.  We all had different backgrounds and somehow it worked magically. With a set list of 30 originals we set out across Tennessee and played show after show meeting really cool bands and even cooler people. One show we played with Swedish metal band Avatar is my claim to rock and roll fame.

I quit the band for many reasons. I suppose the biggest reason being the band falling apart from the inside. I had better things to do than watch it crash, so I took my gear and went home. Simple as that.

I created a few videos for the music we created.  The one that follows is “Unite.”  The words came from a poem I wrote years ago and the music and voice is Rex Green. He and I have a special ability to create music. I don’t think I’ll ever meet another person like him and I’m sorry we aren’t working together all the time.

At one time, it was amazing how we were climbing in the scene. Now, I’m not talking about fame and fortune. I’m only talking about the little music scene in Knoxville, Tennessee.Yeah, I know it’s not Long Beach, but it was our patch of the scrap yard and I enjoyed it.

The music in the video was created by Rob Ruddick, Matt Fahey, Rex Green and Thadd Presley.  I hope you enjoy.

 

 

A Ghazal and a fun Haiku Chain

I often write poetry as a way to relax. This is a few poems I found that I’d written in 2008, back before I wrote Poetry Principia. They still make me smile and I hope they will you as well.  I know that Haiku are usually about nature. These are not, though they do reflect my nature.

The last poem is a ghazal.   I put an explanation of a Ghazal below from poets.org for those who are interested in poetry.

“The ghazal is composed of a minimum of five couplets that are structurally, thematically, and emotionally autonomous. Each line of the poem must be of the same length, though meter is not imposed in English. The first couplet introduces a scheme, made up of a rhyme followed by a refrain. Subsequent couplets pick up the same scheme in the second line only, repeating the refrain and rhyming the second line with both lines of the first stanza. The final couplet usually includes the poet’s signature, referring to the author in the first or third person, and frequently including the poet’s own name or a derivation of its meaning.

Traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians.”

  excerpt:  https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poetic-form-ghazal


Fun Haiku

The Implant

the lines move faster
if you get the chip implant
you can get cash back


Therapeutic Reading

I’m going to read
sit back and relax to words
yeah that’s the ticket


Smart Cops

It was broadcast live
America’s Most Wanted
suspect got away


Cascading Cellulite

She sat before me
with her second set of thighs
cascading downwards

Birthday 2009

A new Lovecraft book
H.P. for my birthday rocks
and a movie too


She called me Stupid

I was called stupid
I ask dumb questions sometimes
if I need to know

Writing Caused This

A blog can hurt me
a comment can make me fly
writing incites both

Divorce

You’re my one and only
well, besides those few women
But, they mean nothing.


The Ghazal

“The Night I Write”

Sitting near the window, under the moon, In the light I write
Harvesting thoughts that form from dreams, during the night I write

It has been my pleasure to write about my life, an undertaking of soul
As it happens, my lines bright design illuminates the night I write

Dark characters do die too soon to be born alive once again to sin
and hide in the shadow and in the dens to survive the night I write

The village where I create my men and the wives they so love
comes ever so close to disaster within the darkness of the night I write

The men cry, “Thad, thou hast done ill and evil to us mere men.
”I have learned they deplore all the sins and despise the night I write.

Two Books from my past: “Sins and Tragedies” and “The Edward Ballaster Project”

Books come and books go, but the people you work with stick around in your head and sometimes you want to turn back time and work with them again. There are three who come to mind very quickly. I worked with them both on Sins and Tragedies and The Dark Fiction Spotlight. The three writers are Stacy Bolli, Stephen W. Roberts and JD Stone. This was the first anthology I was part of and it went together without a hitch.

I worked on a project that included many writers. There is a list of the names at the end of everyone who worked on “The Edward Balister Project.”  Take a moment to look them up and see what they are into now. I know I’m going to.

Here is the review of “Sins and Tragedies.”

Sins and Tragedies Reviewed by Charlotte Emma Gledson – Author of ‘The Lonely Tree and Other Twisted Tales of Torment’.

Sins and Tragedies will take you on a tragic voyage into the deep and twisted minds of four talented authors. This is a collaborative anthology composed by the staff members of The Dark Fiction Spotlight, bringing the reader twelve tales of trauma, terror, tragedy and torment.

Stephen W. Roberts, Thadd Presley, Stacy Bolli and JD Stone, showcase their talents by weaving morbid tales with bizarre and curious scenarios that will tantalize the reader, yet leave them unnerved.

Stephen W. Robert’s contribution to this collection feature, ‘A Voice Within’, ‘Rose’s Roses’ and ‘Clutch My Heart, Nevermore’. Each story is written with menacing grace, pain and trauma flowing naturally within every sentence. Stephen W. Roberts is a heartfelt and beautiful writer who targets your inner emotion with his pungent tales of dark personal horror and tragedy. ‘Clutch My Heart, Nevermore’ is a poignant account of a suicidal father, and ‘A Voice Within’ deals with a fatal car crash that takes the life of a young couple. Stephen writes with a graphic poetical approach, trickling the reader with empathy for each character that leaves a lingering shudder of intense sadness.

JD Stone pens, ‘Glass Atrophy’, ‘Phantom Weight’ and ‘Cursed Blessing’, all three written with vibrant horrific vocabulary leading the reader to experience the very essence of the story. With ‘Glass Atrophy’, one can be part of the sights and smells of an exotic yet squalid region of India, and then indulge in the graphic horror that soon unfolds. ‘Cursed Blessing’ tells of a rock band sharing a very dark bloody secret. JD Stone is a writer with a natural skill of the narrative, stained with a chilling brutality that will leave horror fans satisfied.

Stacy Bolli stories comprise of, ‘Momma’s Boy’, ‘Toilet Troubles’ and ‘Music Of The Swamp’. I respect the way Stacy is unafraid to venture into new territory for a female writer. ‘Toilet Troubles’ will leave you squirming and itching but also with an evil smirk on your face. ‘Momma’s Boy’ is a tale of a vampire hybrid that soon unearths his darkened past. With an ability to menace with her descriptive prose, she is a fine example of a skilful female writer within today’s horror genre. Stacy Bolli writes with conviction, wit and an understanding of the darkness that dwells within us all.

Thadd Presley’s, ‘The Treatment’, ‘Shallow Grave’ and ‘Halloween’ are vivid accounts on the depravity of human nature. Thadd writes with a passion and rawness that can be unsettling, perfect for the current horror genre. In ‘The Treatment’ the taboo subject of paedophilia is written with sensitivity, yet bringing home the true horror of child predators. With ‘Halloween’, domestic violence is portrayed at its very worse. A beguiling writer, Thadd leaves the reader wanting more, yet you are left reeling from his explicit and dynamic stories.

Reviewed by Charlotte Emma Gledson – Author of ‘The Lonely Tree and Other Twisted Tales of Torment’.

Transplant

Transplant

by Thadd Presley

She has no patience. Neither do I for that matter. Except that Love is something for which we all must wait. First, waiting all those long years to grow up, then waiting for that special someone to fall in love with, and if we are adults by this time, we wait respectfully for the divorce to be final, so life can begin. Some of us — some of them, I mean — don’t wait for anything. They uproot and trek to the love they’ve found and try settling, for some it works wonders.  Others, though, have a hard time of it. Like a patient suffering through a nightmarish fever dream, they cast about and say the wildest things, while their body rejects a much needed organ transplant. They can’t seem to hold onto anything in this new life. Everything they touch disappears, absolves itself back into the dream-foam from which they’ve constructed their life. Nothing satisfies these people. Things felt, tasted, and wanted only satisfies to the extent of reminding them that they are not happy. All this happens while the real world ebbs and flows around them, many wonderful things go unnoticed and people they know and have met don’t know what to do or how to help. Many are left wondering what the problem really stems from.  To the outside world, there is no pattern to latch onto: one day everything is good, the next day everything is bad. The ones who care the most often get upset by seeing a friend in such misery, but they go absolutely unnoticed by the one they deem most important. Yeah, some transplants just don’t take. But, she has no patience. Neither do I, for that matter.