Ezra didn’t want the pressure of having to learn the sub-sequent Rubik’s cube algorhythms to make visual patterns. I understood.
So, he decided to embark on a career as an electronic musician…
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A worldly truth…
Recent events have surfaced a deep truth that I feel compelled to share.
You cannot expect fulfillment from a system that operates in a deficit.
Think about this today as you attempt to do the impossible.
We can choose to carve out what we call “a living” off of the crumbs falling from those who control the system or we find the holes and fill them with what is needed and required.
We can attempt to escape the system via drugs, whether this be opiates, coffee, television, politics, work, sex or drama but yet, here we are… in it, with nowhere to go.
We can cut ourselves off and get back to “living off the land” but none of us here today knows what that means and will at one point require our greatest fear… other people who don’t think exactly like we do. Uh oh!!!!
We can say that we are “just doing our job” but what if my job was to kill those who say “I’m just doing my job”? What then? Is my job somehow less important than YOUR job?
You cannot expect fulfillment from a system that operates in a deficit.
We have become system dependent. World dependent. In some instances, this works, and somehow we equate that to a functioning system. Job economy keeps us busy, dead, poor and slowly dying. Of course it is ok to have a job. This isn’t my point. My point is that we live in a dying, sick and helpless world with an economy that is based purely on debt. We created it. We perpetuate it, whether by ignorance, profit of pure complacency. We can change it.
You cannot expect fulfillment from a system that operates in a deficit.
Today is really all you have. You or the people you love might actually be gone tomorrow. Sounds harsh but yet, the possibility haunts our sub-conscious. If you have a complaint, then do something. In other words…
Shut up! Close your mouth and get on the solution. This is why it was put in your life. Do you really believe that you are helpless and your purpose is to complain about a dying world when you were sent here to work in service of the things you encounter? Do we really believe that it is solely up to others to fix things? What a limiting and ridiculous thought!
I say this to myself as well.
You cannot expect fulfillment from a system that operates in a deficit.
Perhaps the very things that stress us are mere pressure points to ignite a necessary fire?
Humor and the vacuum of spacetime.
Chris’s pea brain: It would probably be socially challenging if you had a speech disorder where you pronounced b’s as d’s and had to explain what the hobbits name was.
Chris’s greater sensibility: That is such a stupid joke.
Pea brain: No, it’s funny because that person would be talking about dildo daggins and dildo is a funny word.
Sensibility: It’s stupid. Just please don’t make it into another random post on your blog. People don’t need to read that.
Pea brain: Ok. What about wishing I had created a sports drink called a “ziggy zig ahh”, that could be marketed by the aging spice girls?
Sensibility: No! Don’t. Besides, you would’ve had to have that idea about 12 years ago to market it properly. Shouldn’t you be thinking about other things? Don’t you have a baby now?
Pea brain: Yes, do you want to see a picture?
Sensibility: You do realize that I am you and have seen all the pictures that you have right?
Pea brain: Oh yeah. What about a funny Chinese guy nick named ‘bah dump bump chink’?
Sensibility: Definitely not! That’s racist and people might take it the wrong way.
Pea brain: There’s nothing funny about a guy named Wang!
Sensibility: What?
Pea brain: There’s nothing funny about a guy named Wang!
Sensibility: I heard you the first time and again that’s racist.
Pea brain: No it’s not. I actually knew a Chinese guy named ‘Wang’ and he didn’t find anything funny about it at all.
Sensibility: This is a ridiculous waste of time. We could be doing more productive things. Just don’t blog about this!
Pea brain: Ok. I won’t.
Baby’s first drum
This is our son Ezra’s first official drum. He is now 3 months. I sat him on my lap and he naturally put both his hands on it. His technique isn’t the greatest but it’ll improve with time and practice.
Naturally, he will gravitate toward the activities that his mom and I do. Drumming is a huge part of my life and it will be a part of his experience too. Will he be a musician or drummer? Part of me hopes not. If he does pursue this, I pray he will just enjoy it for what it is without attaching too many hopes and dreams to it.
Regardless, we won’t force into hockey either because my dreams of being a NHL all-star never manifested. Children happen for completely selfless reasons and it is a huge shame that parents get caught up in their own agendas for their kids. He will learn healthy boundaries but is he free in the sense that he has his purpose and path.
I will always honor that.
Don’t worry America…
We found him.
Osama Bin Baby…
He wasn’t like the other guy hooked up to a kidney dialysis machine in a cave that you couldn’t find for a long time even though your military has satellites that can read the face of dime on the street.
Baby Dreams
What do babies dream about?
Are they like, “wow man, I was just in the womb but it wasn’t the womb, it was also a hospital room and there were blurry lights and sounds.”? Much like my dream about being at the mall, but it was a church and my old school at the same time. My mom was riding naked on Sigmund Freud. This of course, is another post all together.
If we come to Earth with little or no reference points then what does our field of dreaming look like? Is it just a black canvass of the psyche waiting to be painted with experience in need of processing? Or could it be a vast full potential world rich with universal archetypes long forgotten by those who have filled our brains with the psychic junk food of this world?
Fields and fields of milky nipples?
Hi Everybody, my name here on Earth is Ezra Reid Scholl. Thank you Mom and Dad.
I came here to radiate Love. I was born on October 30, 2012 at about 10:44 am. I have already transformed the lives of many people with Love. I cannot help this. This is what I do. This is who I am. Yes, I am human. I eat, poop and pee (it is very important to put a comma between eat and poop). Sometimes, I cry because I don’t like being naked, unlike my father, but I have a supernatural ability to invoke a loving response in everyone who encounters me.
Everyone on Earth who feels like they haven’t accomplished a lot, forgets what I just went through. There I was, comfortable in an oceanic bliss, when suddenly I felt this pulsation, like my world was caving in. Then it happened. It was like a pop followed by a ‘whooosh’ sound and I was in a battle with something that seemed to want to squish me. My shoulder got stuck and I couldn’t breathe but then I was dislodged by the hand of another and slipped through this portal. As it turns out, it was just my mom’s vagina but it was a battle nevertheless and it was traumatic. I say this for everyone who doesn’t remember the accomplishment of being born. You are all superstars filled with love and antiquity. My suggestion is to take all the stuff about yourself that other humans in the form of ‘authority figures’ have lied to you about and remember this: YOU ARE LOVE. Nothing less. Nothing more.
So am I.
You may not fully or directly experience my presence but I am here. Perhaps in the glimmer of a beautiful sunrise or a moment of joy when someone does something kind for you in an unmerited way. I am here! I am victorious! I am love!
I am Ezra Reid.
My Father informs me that my first name means ‘God helps’ or ‘God’s helper’ and that my middle name comes from one of my his best friends. It was Mom’s suggestion. She’s so beautiful! Now if you’ll excuse me I need to close my eyes and rest…
I have an amazing journey ahead of me.
I love you!
Waiting for a baby
So there are plenty of signs of a baby coming but it’s all a lie much like the boy who cried wolf. The first false labor was on my birthday when I came home in a cab. This made me aware of my lack of preparation. Here I was running around at 3 am sticking random items in my suitcase; 2 pairs of my socks/underwear and a bag of baby diapers, all while reeking of beer. Not desirable.
Now, we are packed and ready. Very ready. It amazes me how these emergencies to a new father can turn to doubt. It seems to me like he is quite comfortable where he is. Don’t we all wish that we could be somewhere warm, be fed instantly and have our poop magically taken from us with no maintenance?
Even though he’s going to have a kick ass room to grow in:
Still, this cannot compete with the oceanic bliss of womb-life.
In the meantime, we wait…
Hoping daddy’s wine has worn off:)
Imagine
Jesus the Christ spoke about a world ruled by love. A new Earth, where everyone inhabitant worked in service of one another… as a brother, sister, friend and loved one under one Father. The Grand Original Design.
Imagine, a world where life-giving technologies weren’t supressed. A world where everyone local worked in service of every other locally to make sure that provisions were met. A world of celebration, dance, music and healing. A world that encouraged great ideas and facilitated talent in order to create the best innovation for everyone. A world that fed the hungry, rather than make them “pay” for basic essentials. A place where it was impossible for banks to manipulate the energy of people so that they could profit and rule while the people slaved to pay back non-existent debt. A world of wonder….
Just like when you were a child. You were full of wonder and possibility.
Ram Dass wrote, “the world is filled with hungry bellies and store-houses of food”.
The only separation is our will.
What a revolutionary idea: live and work in service of one another instead of our self and a illusionary debt.
I’m back…
After I completed my goal of a post of a day for a year, I said I would take a little break but I realized something. If I don’t commit to something goal-wise, I just stop doing it. I enjoy blogging, but I have a good reason…
I’m going to be a dad.
This has changed my thoughts and my life in about a thousand ways but one significant way in particular is that there is a discernment about what is important and what is frivolous. Everything important has a light on it. For a while, blogging has been frivolous. But lo, it is something I enjoy so therefore important on a soul level I suppose.
At first, my level of urgency involved drawing trumpets in baby books where I thought there should be a trumpet. Here is the actual picture:
Yes, I know it’s a pretty spectacular trumpet but, now, my level of urgency has changed during the third trimester. There is a lot of shit to prepare before this little munchkin arrives to Earth. I cannot wait to kiss and smell his little head but in the meantime we have to get ready.
My focus in life has transformed from ‘drinking wine and doing whatever the hell I please’ to ‘drinking wine and setting my kid up so that his twenties aren’t so undisciplined and confusing as mine were’. I had no discipline as a kid and grew up thinking the world would just hand me every fucking thing I asked for. It didn’t. That being said, it did wake me up to the fact that you have to work for the things you want. Too bad I was 37 when I realized this. Oh well. It is never too late to kick ass especially when something important happens.
That being said here is a picture of our babys cock n balls…
Quite impressive no?
It amuses me when people scream ‘congratulations’ at me. I know it’s a proper social response but it’s really like saying “congratulations on that last bowel movement”. Our bodies were made to make more bodies. Regardless, I love this little guy and do not take for granted this experience.
I have come to appreciate women more. There is such an obvious connection between mother and child. She gets to carry him and endure this. God bless her. Sometimes, I secretly envy her.
Guys that say “we’re pregnant” annoy the shit out of me for one reason… YOU ARE NOT PREGNANT! SHE IS. You were probably drunk and finished in 4 seconds and now she is pregnant for 9 months and then has to have her nipples chewed raw for a couple of years. What an insane new age twist to ancient roles. I feel that I am the outsider looking in, but do my best to engage in meaningful ways. Sometimes, I just feel like a helpless moron. What a duty to carry a child. Thank you.
This is no way means my blog is now going to be about the journey into Fatherhood, although I guarantee it will come up. This blog has always been about whatever I feel like writing. I am committing to myself right now to blog more. I enjoy the art of writing. I want my child to know that you can be responsible, do what needs to be done AND engage your creativity in a world that just works itself to death.
I know I will make mistakes, but he is going to have good open eyes to see the world, a strong connection with life and a solid foundation. After all, he comes from the place where all of us come from. He knows things. He’s not jaded because his poetry book only sold 22 copies. By the way, I have a poetry book available for purchase. He has as Freud says a ‘tabla rusa’, a clean slate. That a boy!!!
Hey kiddo, here is a picture your dad took of a flower in the garden he planted the summer you were incubating in the beauty that is your mother…
God bless you forever!!!!!!!!!!
