To Learn Something about Anything

 

“The Willingness to Learn Something about Anything”

 

“Life comes down to our willingness to wonder about something and having the courage to know anything.” —  quoted from the Universe to Thadd Presley

When I contemplate original ideas and create art, I feel invincible. Absolutely nothing can measure up to the things I dream and bring into reality. Nothing can take away the emotions I release into the world as long as they truly come from my heart and mind. I’m not just another creative power of the universe. I know it comes off as weak and unimportant sometimes, but my power comes directly from the source of all things. The Creator entrusted me with certain creative powers and I use them to create my world and the worlds of those closest to me. What I create is both a gift from me to the universe and a gift from the universe to me, working in unison with powers and beings with no true description in our dimension. A gift from a society completely incorruptible and eternal granting the ability to bring forth lifetimes of timelines and fill them with beautiful experiences and powerful revelations that are only understood by those who have witnessed the unlimited capacity to love and receive love. It’s easy to love those who loved you first. It is all about love.

Then, there comes upon me a darkness, such times I begin to doubt my origins and I start to think that I’m not from a special part of the inner sanctum. I think that I’m just another sheep standing in the field and this field is just one field with many fields. I’m just here and no one cares. A field within many fields, a fold amongst many folds, just a sheep standing alone that sounds ad looks no different than the others. I think that I’m nothing but an animal. And if that’s not damning enough, I begin to imagine I’m are tagged, tracked, and controlled — not by a great Shepard, but – by a group of sheep who have put themselves in charge and guide me from birth to the grave. Nothing I do is a surprise to anybody or anything. Especially to those I have somehow landed in the higher positions of power concerning this world. Nothing I have ever thought is original or inspired by a higher reality. Every idea I’ve had has either been had by many, perhaps by all, who have come before me or has been planted in my head by other sheep. The greatest act of creation I could ever produce is nothing but an outcome from a watered down classroom process or a spasm of unrealized dreams and incomplete thoughts. Generations of manic and depressed men and women who lived and died never knowing anything concrete about reality or the true nature of life have had these same ideas, thoughts, and dreams and just like them I’m going to do nothing with them and if I did no one would care because they are busy trying not to starve or freeze to death. I begin to think: there is truly no new thing under the sun. There are no revelations left to be had by anyone. The best I can ever do is reproduce in some dramatic way the failures of those who came before me.

The only difference I can see, if any, that separate the sheep like me from the other sheep is this egotistical, vanity-driven, self-serving act of writing down my thoughts and ideas. Why do I do it? It’s vanity in its grandest state directed from a place of fear. I’m afraid of being forgotten, afraid of dying, and besides the fact that somewhere deep inside I must truly think that I am somehow different and my thoughts are in some way important enough to be remembered.  I am so afraid of being just like everyone else, I do my best to be different in just a way as to not be singled out, but to be looked upon for a moment and hopefully understood.

So, I continue to try and capture the beautiful ideas with elegant word play. If I can introduce a clever character with an interesting story to a reader than it must that I am different and can possibly make a difference in a life. If I can create intelligent story lines and bring pleasure to people, I believe I can offer them reasons to exist beside just being alive and miserable. If I can make the lives of the people in my head produce answers to the hard questions so often asked by the people in real world situations than perhaps I will deserve to be remembered by those who are interested in knowing the secrets of life and the world in which we live.

In many ways, I am a sheep looking to my shepherd for direction and safety. But, sometimes, I look down at my own hoof-prints and think they are somehow different from the countless others. Simultaneously, I realize that believing I’m different, and even better in some ways, than all the other sheep is maniacal and delusional by any measure. Yet, it seems true. I hope my vain-maniacal delusion is harmless. Perhaps, if I’m very lucky, my insanity might somehow be helpful to someone, somewhere. It is, after all, the only way I know of being part of the fold.

Sometimes, I think everyone wants to believe, or at least should believe, that their hoof prints are some majestic, cosmic Morse code that can only be deciphered by other genius sheep who believe in the latest prophecy. On the outside we are the same, but, on the inside, we all feel we are special creatures captured and forced to live this current life as a sheep. There must be something that drives us and connects us to others who create and live with a similar burst of zealous understanding. We look alike, we talk alike, we all cry alike, and most of us don’t like the fact that we are all going to die alike.

To all the others in the fold, I tell you:

If you want to think that you are special and that someone, someday might come across an ancient hoof-prints you left in the mud and try to decipher it? Then, maybe you are!  Ad maybe there is a secret code embedded in all of our hoof-prints, and maybe there is not, but the only way to know is to document every step with honesty and precision. For is every life is trying to teach us the importance of being alive and now to enjoy life, then we must live as if we believe that life comes from somewhere and we will one day return to that place with the stories we have to tell. The only thing we can do today is have a willingness to wonder about everything and courage to push through the towering inferno of ignorance burning around us and dare to learn anything about something.

Medicine People


Medicine People
by Thadd Presley

 

The man pushed the needle under her flesh and smiled when blood spurted into the chamber. He whispered into her ear, as he pulled the plunger back. “Drugs aren’t good or bad, you know?” Her blood mixed with the thick, brown liquid, delighting the man. “You’re like a medicine man,” he mused. “You’ve heard of medicine men haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled. Already able to feel the strong concoction. “They’re like Indians…”

“Yeah, well kind of, but many cultures have them. They’re the people who had the guts to try things the others were too afraid to do.”
She nodded. “Like shaman?” She pronounced it slowly: “Shay-men.”

“Exactly. They’d go into the spirit world and come back with knowledge that can only come from the other side.”

She liked the idea of that. It made her smile. “Like wisdom.”
“That’s right! And it changed everyone’s life? The medicine people found out things from the ancestors and from the angels. Things that never made sense to the people at that time. The ideas were decades and centuries ahead of the time. Thousands of years, sometimes.

“Yeah.” She was mumbling, her eyes were only pin-pricks between a sliver of eyelids.

“Are you afraid?”

She laughed. “Not even.”

He pushed the plunger and the liquid slid effortlessly into her vein. Numbness flowed up her left arm and across her chest. As it slowly crept up her neck, her eyelids closed out the world. Then, peace engulfed her. All the stress and worry stopped as she slipped from this world and entered the spirit world.



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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Thadd Presley’s Songwriter Handbook

I have written a songwriter’s companion. It’s a short, comprehensive collection of modes and how they come together for each note. I uncovered — I daren’t say discovered — what I call a Musical Matrix while writing out the modes for each Note. I was designing an easy go-to chart of parallel modes, so I could create better chords using modal interchange.

I’m excited to share the musical collection because I’m sure it will help other’s like me, at a similar level, begin to write with chords they had yet realized would work. Not only does it make new chords possible, but it makes finding a lead scale easy to find as well.

I haven’t got a fancy name for the book and I’m not charging anything for it because I’m sure this “Musical Matrix” I have uncovered is not new. However, it is very helpful. If I must create a title it could be:

“Notes, Their Modes, and the Matrix of Music”

or, even better

“Notes, Their Modes, and The Sigils of Music Unsealed”

Thadd Presley’s Terrible Two: Issue One

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Mechanism for Manifestation

The mechanism that creates reality – your piece of reality – is gratitude. I know you’ve heard it before, but do you know what gratitude really feels like? Yes, it’s a feeling, an emotion, a deliberate way to express your happiness, but also your grief, fear, and frustration. We chose what we think about, so in turn we chose the way we feel. This action (or reaction, in most cases) determines what manifests in your life.

What makes you frustrated? Is there something you think you have earned but haven’t received? Something you have been working toward, but it’s always just out of reach?

What are you afraid of? Is there something catching up to you? Chasing you from your past life? Something you have to admit, but can’t find the words? Are you afraid to fail?

What makes you cry? Do you miss a loved on who has passed? Sure, we all do! Do you miss a part of your life that no longer exists? Is there a longing for a different lifestyle?

If you were handed or achieved everything you wanted in life, who would you be? I realize you’d be yourself, but how would you dress, what kind of car would you drive, would you have a pool in your house, or is there something special you want to do once you reach a certain place in life?

These are important questions to answer for yourself. The more you know about what it you want to have, the easier it will be to feel grateful for it. Yes, you must have gratitude for it before you have it. This is the mechanism. This make your wishes manifest in your life. This is the trick and it works like magic.

Imagine with me, now.

Once you have answered the questions above. Once you have thought about them and wrote down your dreams, your desires, your ideas, and you can see your future-self, you must sit quietly and feel what it would be like to live that life?

Feel what being that person would feel like. Let the gratitude of working your career, earning a salary, driving the car you want, walking in the home you want, giving to your friends and family, and realizing how thankful they are for you being you.

Let this grow. This is the key to your success. The mechanism to manifestation. Gratitude will bring you to the future-self you desire to be.

Life’s Terms or Your Terms

Living life on your own terms VS Living life by Life’s terms:

The misunderstanding is simple, but powerful

Viking rune for Creating your own Reality

There are many people who are just beginning to wake up to their reality. They are slowly realizing that their very vibration creates both the seen and the unseen parts of their lives. Just as particles vibrate to create atoms and the unknown “strings,” or possibly it is the space itself that vibrates to create the particles, at some point in that exchange our vibrations are taken into account. We affect locally and also through entanglement, the reality we see and feel.

So, when you are meditating, you are not only affecting your mind and body, but also your friends and family because they are entangled to you. If you’re interested in learning about entanglement and how scientists think it works, a quick google search will keep you busy for hours. But, what I want to point you to you is that very powerful vibrations come from you whether you believe it or not.

The fact that these vibration are coming from us and are affecting the world around us is starting to dawn on everyone. Not only because it has been proven over and over by practitioners, and possibly even been demonstrated by science, but also because it is so obvious to anyone who allow their disbelief to be suspended only for a moment.

Just the act of allowing yourself the possibility of having power and control over your thoughts changes the outcome so drastically and quickly that never again will there be doubts. It works because once you suspect your thoughts and intentions create something tangible, you immediately begin to pay attention to what you are thinking, who you are thinking about, and why you are thinking the way you do. This alone changes everything.

I have heard it said, that once thoughts are in control we can live life on our own terms. And while this sounds right and feels wonderful, the truth is exactly the opposite. We have actually started to live life on Life’s terms because we are finally in alignment with our true nature.

Before putting this idea away, please try to understand, that we are creators. We were created for the purpose of creating and endowed with the amazing ability to create anything we can imagine. Over and over, the fact and magnitude of our power is pointed out in religious texts. From Genesis Ch 9 to the new testament Gospels, it is repeated, saying, that because we have said it, it is done, and by our faith is it done, and that we can achieve anything we set our hearts and minds to. In addition, there are many ancient religious text that say the same thing, but instead of trying to be specific and miss the mark, I’ll let you find your own way from where you are now. So, Go and Live Life by the terms it has set, not the terms we have been programmed to believe by our schools and government.

What Do You Believe?

What do you Believe?

If I were to ask about your beliefs, what would you answer?

Would you say they were strong? Would you say they re the same as your family’s? Did you get them from a book? Perhaps, you wouldn’t tell me anything. Instead, remind that your thoughts don’t concern me?

None of my business, huh?

Before you answer, I want to make something clear, your beliefs are not a private matter. Your belief is written all over your face, it’s seen in everything you do, it’s felt by everyone around you, and it’s certain to concern more than just yourself. So, now you know: everyone knows what you believe in some way or another. Your thoughts and ideas and perceptions are not a mystery.

We have been sold a lie. In the form of a general rule. A rule created by the rulers and governors, those who strive to keep their beliefs, thoughts, and intentions secret from us. They told us that our beliefs and thoughts are private and it’s not politically correct to spread them round. All our hopes, whether of a holy and higher realm or of a natural and sponteneous creation should be kept to ourselves. Our ideas might offend someone and that is not they way civilized people act toward one another.

But, the purpose of this lie is to keep our prayers, wishes, and our intention separate from others. So they won’t grow together and strengthening each other and become strong and unstoppable.

So, before you tell me that your beliefs don’t concern me, I want you to know that your words, your phrasings, and the very doubts you have about your hopes, dreams, and ideas create and set in motion invisible processes that make your reality what it is. Not only that, but your reality affects my reality very much. In fact, your thoughts and beliefs should be of my concern. I should want to care about your dreams and ideas because they bounce off my dreams and ideas. Even if we only look at each other in passing and don’t speak, we affect each other.

Everything we see, touch, taste, and smell has a vibration. Everything is only a vibration. Fields of energy. Thoughts too are nothing but a set of vibrations, common property felt by everyone, fashioned and perfected from mind to mind, down through the ages; heirlooms for every generation to inherit as a precious gift, deposited as a sacred trust, to be shared and freely handed to the next, not only to be changed, enlarged, and purified by the masters, but with instructions and warnings for those who are just learning to grow, hone, and eventually used the ideas to change their lives forever.

Music From a Dark Scale

This is a new song written in a dark, minor key. In fact, it is the saddest key I could arrange with my limited skills. So, I wanted to share it with everyone and get a bit of feedback.

This is a one minute excerpt. Please feel free to be honest. It’s the only way I can grow and find other’s to work with.

Also, if you like this piano piece and would like me to write something for you. I have jobs listed on fiverr.com for both piano and strings

https://www.fiverr.com/thaddpresley/compose-piano-for-you

String Quartet Excerpt

Let me know what you think about my first string quartet. This is the first 17 measures or 45 seconds and I don’t want to say too much before I get a feeling of what it makes people feel or think. I know how it makes me feel, but what about you?

Galaxy University (part 2)

Galaxy University
(part 2)
by Thadd Presley

 We walked quickly through the over-capacity cafeteria. Her carrying a stolen tray and I hoping no one recognized me as the Compu-Server Attendant. I had shed my green and brown shirt and tried to keep from running. I felt much better once we got outside in the open air.

On beautiful days, the dome is barely visible and the red dwarf shines through like a small furnace at the end of a long hallway. Most people don’t appreciate the clarity of a dirt-free dome and it should be a crime to not hold the Honorable Guild of Dome Scrubbers as a cultural treasure. It’s not many who would go into the harsh elements of a hostile planet and power spray, acid wash, towel dry, and shine humongous domes, some the size of large cities.

The open spaces of the campus were freeing in a way that only an institute of higher learning could make is seem. It lifted my soul to know such amazing architecture of intellect like Campus 514 existed. Not all Campuses were like ours.Just to know that any place could gather together people from across the galaxy and openly share ideas of life and the future in a fearless way made all the hardships of being away from home worth it.

Back on Earth, the people who controlled the wealth controlled the schools and the food and the many of the workers had no choice but to do what everyone else did.Wars were fought and ended at the whim of the wealthy. But here, at The Europa Science Academy, no one had money. In fact, currency had become tied solely with oxygen. All data was encrypted and compiled in a closed computer system that adjusted the oxygen according to the schools placement, ranking, and listing against all other Campuses. It allowed us to be independent from economics of the system and most importantly it loosened the hold Earth had on us.

Only a few families held all the wealth of Earth and it’s Companion Planets. They dictated the cost of ore, goods, foods, and water. For most, oxygen was free. But everywhere the air was free, it was polluted. In places jobs flourished, famine and disease was rampant. Only the cities of theIdle Rich were clean, healthy, and overflowing with abundance.

There was once a great scientist, a man who’s name is only known by few and utterly unimportant to the rest of humanity due to his not signing his research papers. He explained in a lengthy letter to all the Heads of States on Earth and it’s companion planets that the culture of “currency” as we know was soon going to become nothing but a reason for war. When he wrote is paper, he described it as being invented more than 6,000 years ago and was no longer a viable way to distribute resources. He went on to describe a system of a “resource-based-economy” and how it could be initiated. He drew blueprints from what cities would look like and described how everyone would have what they needed and there would be no need of excess. Machines would build, mine, and make everything needed.

His paper was ignored by the powers and unknown to the public due to the media being owned by a very biased, but wealthy and powerful, few. The self-made videos and published books were uncovered long after his death. It was one of his students who brought the paper to light and showed the academic world the amazing promise of a resource based system.

Even as the people of Earth counted their money and scoffed at such high minded idiocy, a team of ship designers and specialist were building the first of twenty“free-ships” which were to go into orbit the very next year.



Copyright Thadd Presley — All Rights Reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.