August 16th, 2009 by Jeremy
On this day, I am 29 years of age. I am very satisfied with my 28th year’s achievements but am striving to make this year’s achievements better.
I like the person that I am becoming.
August 13th, 2009 by Jeremy
“A man who is truly wealthy will own an apple tree that produces oranges and grapes as well.”
This is the fruit born of the thoughts which have me excited to move forward in my earnest attempt to create wealth for myself. When I am on my deathbed, I aim to say the phrase above and mean it to outlast the lives of my yet unborn grandchildren. I do not care if my name is attached to it as much as its meaning should retain its fertility. I do promise that the whole of the world will know when I own such a tree.
I am ecstatic at the moment! I am filled with the burning desire to enrich others with my services- be they the product of my company or that which is offered sincerely during my relations with others. I promise nothing but the best to those people I know now and those I will meet in the future. I promise to be discerning at every step of my personal growth and the growth of my company in the effort of attaining and preserving that which has nothing but the product which has my most sincere and honest conviction saturated in its very makeup. I promise this very day to perform all tasks with the best outcome in mind. I promise to make a service of each encounter which promotes the enriching of its recipient. It is through this earnest and most sincere service to the whole of mankind that I am to achieve that which I have defined as Personal Wealth.
As far as my company, Rayne Nouvelle, and those which follow the success of the current, I promise the following:
I believe that I have recognized my demographic as being the very people who have not forgotten the true nature of Value. People who have the strongest morals and convictions. People who have worked too hard to accept a substitute. People who know the true and personal meaning of investments. People who carry with them the greatest kind of pride which brings forth the fruits of their success in abundance. It is for them that I promise my best so that they may receive goods and services which equal the value of that which they seek. It is for them that I promise to nurture and bring forth companies that produce those goods and services.
Despite my willingness to serve others to the degree which I firmly promise from this day forth, it is for myself and my legacy- my pride- that I make these promises. It is this very pride and burning desire that will make me aggressive in the attaining of this goal here forth.
I go now with my resolve and my inspiration to create that which will help me enrich others and further enrich myself.
August 13th, 2009 by Jeremy
My Teacher,
Thank you for inspiring me. As I make real the message that you have left behind in my own life, I pray that I may inspire others as you have inspired me.
August 12th, 2009 by Jeremy
I don’t even know where to begin with this. I have a belief that I should critique everything, but in the meanwhile, I do allow myself to become effected by the things that I take in. This post has more to do with the Pineal Gland.
Before getting into the meat of this post, I’m going to share with you my discovery of this piece of me. I have always been attracted to the force of energy. My earliest thoughts, of those that I still remember, were about changing objects without touching them- even perhaps only by looking at them. There was one occasion during which I was staring at a wall and had made all the lines on it disappear. It was a vision trick, but I knew that it could be done with belief.
I’ve always been an excellent student; continuously absorbing information and really deciding whether or not it’s true. After so long of doing this, I’ve actually become very concerned about ever meeting people from whom I could learn more of these things. I suppose that I was destined to learn from The Infinite Intelligence (our hive mind), but I have always considered the prospect of being apprenticed in these subjects one of immeasurable value.
I would now like to give credit where credit is due. It was because of the video found below that I have found a focus in my studies. As I watched this, nearly everything sounded familiar to me except for the source of those things. Let me introduce you to Doctor Steel, a character I discovered through my glancing interest in Steampunk, but one I came to admire because of what I perceived from his message, the way he acts and the beliefs that he makes evident. I can see his sincerity in his gestures. I hear truth in his words. His presentation is flawless. Without further ado:
He closes the video with the OM sound. This is supposedly one way to activate the gland.
Onward-
Over the weekend, I conducted an experiment which failed gloriously. In an attempt to draw people (who might enrich my personal and/or professional endeavors) nearer to me, I went to the almost notoriously sad Cumberland Mall, which is not ten minutes from where I live. As outings such as these disrupt the things that I have required of myself to do, I had to make it somewhat convenient. This is possibly why I failed. Nevertheless, I will try again- though this time, I will make this attempt in Phipps Plaza.
Alas, once my nearly dramatic failure met its apparent conclusion upon my leaving, I found myself determined to make this a productive endeavor. I tried Borders-Books and Music because I would have a fall back plan in the case of another epic fallout. I would read something. And that is precisely what I did.
I picked up the book titled “DMT – The Spirit Molecule”, which attempts to explain near death experiences and other ‘mystical’ experiences.
DMT (Dimethyltryptamine) is the other chemical produced by the Pineal Gland (in case you missed my previous post about the Pineal, the first chemical it produces is Melatonin). This chemical is released during monumental events within the life of a Human, including Human’s growth in the uterus. It is this first gland to appear, within 72 days or 2.3 months. Upon its coming into being, it immediately goes to work. For the first of very few times in a human’s life, DMT explodes through the body. Some spiritual circles have assumed this to be the time during which your child inherits its soul. Likewise, science notices the exponential birth and growth of the vital organs of the body once this has occurred.
The Pineal Gland releases this chemical very discriminately. Some people go through the whole of their lives without another release of this chemical. In fact, the only other time that Dimethyltryptamine is nearly guaranteed by modern scientific studies to be released into the body is during death. I am also led to believe that this chemical is continued to be released into the brain even after ‘brain death’ (or the time the brain ceases to emit measurable waves or energy). If you think that this is intense, follow me further. The same spiritual circles are alleged to believe that it takes 72 days for the spirit to leave the body. Does this last dose of DMT really last this long? Are we still ’spiritually alive’ within the dead body?
Some suppose that this period of time is necessary for the transition from one body to the next. While I personally do not have enough evidence to subscribe to the idea of reincarnation, I have formed my own personal idea that, if we are still ’spiritually alive’ within our bodies, even after death, that this time could BE our ‘afterlives’. If any part of the brain continues to live beyond what we know as death, we would have no perception of time, sense or stimuli. We would just ‘be’. Perhaps make amends with ourselves. Come to terms with all that remains active in our brain. What if it is really that simple? What if, after that, there is nothing else? I am not satisfied with my response, as it is not educated in any way. Therefore, I will continue to study it.
Here is something that is interesting as well. The Pineal Gland is part of our ‘reptilian brains’, which consists of the medulla, pons and mid-brain. On top of a reptile’s head there is something called Parietal Eye. Wikipedia states,
“A parietal eye, also known as a parietal organ or third-eye, is a part of the epithalamus present in some animal species. The eye may be photoreceptive and is usually associated with the pineal gland, regulating circadian rhythmicity and hormone production for thermoregulation.“
According to Graham Hancock, one of the authors of DMT: The Spirit Molecule, our pineal gland, as a sense organ, is supposed to have had a lens, a cornea and a retina.
What, then, can we learn from reptiles about this extraordinary gland?
August 11th, 2009 by Jeremy
I was in a world in which there were two distinct realities; an innerworld and an outerworld. Strangely enough, this innerworld was the brain of my friend and current co-worker, Tony B- not my brain. It was like a store, with boxes and crates and little hand-held LCD games that worked like Tony’s chat (which was divided into two categories: ‘My Friends’ and ‘My Cock’) . I looked around generally, taking notice of millions of actual objects and ‘cabinets’ and ‘archives’; which I found took a long time to open by hand. I found a petstore, which contained all the pets that Tony had owned in the past. I found so many toys. There were notable objects in this part of the world, but I cannot remember as much. I do remember that hippies from the outerworld had access to this world, as I saw them playing with Tony’s pets in the pet store.
The outerworld was a place of reunions, hosted in a place that resembled a school built of cinderblocks, much like portions of Opelousas High School. I ran into people that I had long forgotten and associated with them as I used to, no matter how strange those associations were.There was that massive, gentle black guy in my art class in High School, whom I apparently climbed back then. There are others here as well, but my memory of them escapes me now.
Here was also a band of musicians (hippies) playing natural instuments; except for mine, which was a keyboard. Like most of the dreams in which I am a musician, I cannot find or am not actually in possession of the keyboard, yet know that I would be able to play it if I had it. While shopping around in Tony B’s head, I was summoned to play in this band. They were playing something ambient and soft, yet sounded like a Fibonacci Sequence caving in on itself. As we deepened in the spiral, I became inspired to grab a wooden tom that had small sea-shells inside it. This tom was very disctinct and deep, yet could be jostled to produce high scrapes and maraca type shake-hits. This song ended with my drum being the climax.
Back in the innerworld, I finally run into Alex. She shows me how to access my brain from her computer. “First, you have to unpack your boxes.” As she said this, she showed me what supposedly was the contents of my brain on her Mac. While there was a lot, there was little that ‘The Mac’ could decypher. One could see what the files were, like the ‘How I Create Art’ folder and the ‘Unformed ME-T characters’ folder, but the accessing of those files was impossible without injecting it into the current world. “Once everything is unpacked”, she continued, “You can type my password, which is weddingpresent.”
August 8th, 2009 by Jeremy
I dreamt that Ed (a co-worker of mine) became Emporer.
August 4th, 2009 by Jeremy
I believe that I finally understand the phrase “Eyes Wide Shut”, though no effort was given to the cause of its understanding. It refers to a dream or a higher plane of thought found in one’s sleep. The mind is not a nocternal creature, though the spiritual parts of it are. Because of last night’s dream, I have found myself on a train of thought that has given definition to a worthy prospect which I feel must be pursued.
The dream itself had many pictures and storylines and bells and whistles. I was someone who remained at the docks with a group of people who hunted and ate of the sea. By and by, I heard one of my companions tell another about me in saying, “He’s a very inspirational person to be around. I’ve learned a lot from him.”
Dear reader, I am as prepared as you are to discover the ‘goodies’ of this train of thought which is soon to follow.
I began this post with my desire to tell of the dream, of which the details slip by me as sand in an hourglass. My hunger pulled me away from it, so I cooked, ate and washed the dishes. Throughout this chain of events, I linked the statement of this one character in my dream to a particular stone in the shallows of my well of thoughts: my deficient social life which has inhibited my ability to inspire others.
According to Keirsey’s Personality test, I am an ENFP, or an “Inspirer”. Once I am finished with this post, I will post the results of this test in the “tenets” section of my site. The understanding of this result is key to fully grasping what follows.
I came to think about the many things with which I involve myself and how they have come to influence others. Yet somehow, my seeming “wealth of talents” is best found invested in other people; at least this is what my current train of thought has me believing.
I then thought of a time which I felt for years was singularly the most potent period of my life. A time when I was surrounded by people I allowed to understand and be a part of me. I met them because of one’s salesmanship at Perimeter Mall… (I’ll tell this story in my Autobiography when I get to it.)
The Mall. What if I went to the mall again- to shop for people instead of browsing goods? Am I to arrive at the mall, go straight to the section of it which is infested with the service kiosks and allow myself to be pitched repeatedly (without actually spending money) by people who are doing their jobs? It worked before…
But I’m not a part of that circle anymore. It worked back then because I was the type of person one could find at the mall. But look at what they’ve all become. They aren’t your standard ‘goths’ (very easily classified as such when we all first met, including myself). Each of them have evolved, in varied degrees, into being that which they found themselves most interested (or involved). Derek, a set-builder for a hollywood-grade contractor. Eric, the owner of a tattoo shop. Joe, a graphic designer and future business owner. I suppose that diamonds really do come from the blackest coals.
Maybe a different mall. Phipps Plaza is a little more “me”- at least when it comes to the type of people with whom I wish to be associated, even in a client/designer relationship. I thought a while back to walk the halls of that particular site to ask its patrons what they think when they hear the words “Custom Jewelry”. While this would have certainly aided the growth of my company, I may have earned clients that way as well. You know, I’ll have to give that a shot anyways. Not only for the clients, but for the potential amassing of minds which are interested in that subject: friendships, focus groups and business partners.
It sounds like a plan. Of course, I have my thoughts that the sole attempt at creating friendships in this way is more or less a waste of time, the additional prospects may make this task worthwhile. As I am marketing myself as an individual, a designer and a representative of my own company, I don’t think I’d feel the sting of ‘deficient productivity’ which I feel so much when engaged in other than ‘work-related’ tasks. If I make a few friends in the process, I’m not going to complain.
That sting, to which i referred only moments ago, I feel it so much. Business compadres and focus groups will come first. Unfortunately, I cannot justify ‘hanging out’ just yet. There are too many other things to be done.
As for this blog, it is a reflection of my higher self. I am not, in regards to the whole of my existance, simply a business owner. Here, I may focus my thoughts in a multitude of ways to achieve many ends; the most important being that of self growth. For those that cannot understand the necessity of this webpage in relation to the rest of my life which is dedicated to my business endeavors and other important areas of growth (love, family and that which pertains to the health of either of those things), I pray that you may see my complexity as an orchestra of humanitarian idealisms. Yea, the whole of me is, in fact, a product which must be sold so that others may find a personal benefit to its existence; for it is not the selling of it that determines the product’s success, it is the value percieved by those who observe and benefit from it.
