Take a single sentence: Hope is the element…
Place it on the well lit box in the center of Google, Yahoo or Bing and watch what hope is fully capable of inspiring: 15,800,000 websites that bounce your journey from left to right, upside down, inside out then perfectly balanced on the tip of your nose hair before falling on your left ear because it was weighted by a portable device connected to a cell phone.
During these current times, hope is like faith, it’s used and used like skin cream, not once a month or twice a week but instead everyday, every minute into each passing second and then poof…like a midsummer highway mirage it tends to disappear stealing from your ambition any reason to continue chasing it.
The Boston Globe Newspaper writes, “Hope is the missing element.”
The University of California hopes their new scholarship program inspires disadvantaged students to reach outward by way of gaining access to a furthered education.
Author Christopher Cokinos titled his book: Hope is a thing with Feathers: A personal chronicle of vanished birds.
My good friend Al from Costa Rica once said, “The American language is too confusing—to an outsider every conversation you share almost never means what I hear. The word hope has so many different definitions that by the time I figure out what you’re trying to say…the conversation has completed.”
He might be onto something…Dictionary.com had a field day hopefully describing such a hope filled word:
1.
the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best: to give up hope.
2.
a particular instance of this feeling: the hope of winning.
3.
grounds for this feeling in a particular instance: There is little or no hope of his recovery.
4.
a person or thing in which expectations are centered: The medicine was her last hope.
5.
something that is hoped for: Her forgiveness is my constant hope.
–verb (used with object)
6.
to look forward to with desire and reasonable confidence.
7.
to believe, desire, or trust: I hope that my work will be satisfactory.
–verb (used without object)
8.
to feel that something desired may happen: We hope for an early spring.
9.
Archaic. to place trust; rely (usually fol. by in).
—Idiom
10.
hope against hope, to continue to hope, although the outlook does not warrant it: We are hoping against hope for a change in her condition.
Is it too easy to hope? Is it something we should purchase at the store? How long would it take Bank of America to attach a 22.9% interest fee on a hope card then without notice crank it up to 87% because their company leader needs plenty of hope during his final days of decision making?
My eyes first bumped into the hope is the element sentence at 6:05 this morning—Jane Brody’s new book Guide to the Great Beyond, on this particular page she seems to be standing on a twelve by twelve soap box speaking directly into the unaligned chapters medically trained officials write when trying to gather enough positive energy to speak when sharing with their patients any and or all possibilities.
“Dr’s not assistants or nurses should make themselves fully available to bring to each and every patient the element of hope.”
She feels those controlling even tooth decay tend to sway by way of doing what’s right for them and not necessarily the one suffering—they’ll hand the case over to a different doctor or shrug their shoulders in the eyes of defeat which instantly shot me back to the mind, body and soul of a Native American Medicine Man who laid his hand on my right shoulder one frigidly cold winters day and calmly said, “Always remind yourself…doctors waste no time in telling the truth—they practice medicine. You can throw a baseball into a catcher’s mitt six times a day but without practice you’ll never make it to the major leagues and even then, there’s no guarantee you’ll be good enough to stay.”
A middle aged man from the Middle East slowly walks into a Korean temple some two thousand years ago—quickly taking note of the monks praying inside, his view of their shape of spirituality came with shadows, they were horribly large, bulky and out of breath. How could men so close to the one that offered them such blessed leadership be so physically uninspiring? Reaching into his pocket of hope, the middle aged man from the Middle East pulled from his purpose a reason for being there this particular day—while the monks might have been perfectly buff within…the shells that carried them were ready to cave in. Without a doubt, not a second wasted, he spoke to the men with high hopes of changing the way they lived. The middle aged man from the Middle East worked one on one with each who believed in spiritual beings that offered better trails to those on the outside—a skillful workout was generated creating what we call today Tae Kwon Do—the foot, fist and way.
Hope is the element…
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month…everyday women and men are diagnosed with a life changing experience that challenges their personal supply of hope. There's not enough glasses of water on earth capable of refilling what the heart has lost. The eyes of a child speak loudly when their parents tearfully explain to a sound collector at the Levine’s Children’s Hospital that their baby has Leukemia or a rare disease that’s left them staring out a tenth floor window at a world of trees instead of being out there climbing them.
Ask any fighter or survivor what pushed them through the message a doctor sent that said, “You have until this day…” and what you’ll touch is the soul of a brave traveler who didn’t become addicted to hope but rather believed in it.
18,500,000 websites that offer hope and somewhere near you rests a person who sits empty. What are you going to do to help change the next seven generations?
Winning is a choice…so is offering hope to someone you don't know.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
The fear of taking time off...
In this day, one affected and infected by the internet, all that is, might not be and if it really was, self diagnosis reins during every storm brought on by change. Problem is, I’ve always been this way and learning how to deal with the unexplained complicates the paintings put on display.
Agoraphobia…the fear of leaving home—which can be taken two different ways, the fear of leaving your parents home…which didn’t exist in the chapters I’ve written, I counted down the hours, minutes and seconds to haul tail! Not because of evil ways and means but bigger things—in 1981 it was feasibly impossible to play major market radio in Billings, Montana.
Agoraphobia featured no face half way through the decade or getting to the Carolina’s would’ve been nothing but disc jockey talk—the stuff announcers spout back and forth by way of one upping their talking buddies, “Oh yeah! Well I got an offer from Hangover, Mississippi…whoa…”
The fear of leaving home latched onto the nap of my neck in the short days that followed the loss of my Alaskan Malamute Lobo—it’s perfectly human to accuse yourself of not doing enough when it comes to saving a loved one from pain and suffering and I was convinced that if I had been home, the fluffy clump of cuddly hair wouldn't have lapped up the antifreeze the neighbor poured into his backyard.
200,000 people a day discover their path has become clouded by Agoraphobia—so what gives? When does it stop? How does it begin? Agoraphobia often accompanies another anxiety disorder, such as panic disorders or a specific phobia. If it occurs with panic disorder, it usually starts in a person's 20s, and women are affected more often than men.
Agoraphobia is like a chameleon…its colors change quicker than the weather. It’s also the fear of being in places where help might not be available.
Anxiety or panic attack (acute severe anxiety)
Becoming housebound for prolonged periods of time
Dependence on others
Fear of being alone
Fear of being in places where escape might be difficult
Fear of losing control in a public place
Feelings of detachment or estrangement from others
Feelings of helplessness
Feeling that the body is unreal
Feeling that the environment is unreal
Unusual temper or agitation with trembling or twitching
Additional symptoms that may occur:
Abdominal distress that occurs when upset
Breathing difficulty
Chest pain
Confused or disordered thoughts
Intense fear of dying
Intense fear of going crazy
Dizziness
Excessive sweating
Heartbeat sensations
Lightheadedness, near fainting
Nausea and vomiting
Numbness and tingling
Skin flushing
Signs you may be affected include
High blood pressure
Rapid pulse (heart rate)
Sweating
There’s nothing worse than someone telling you, “Yo Dude, you need to take a vacation!” Chronic sufferers of Agoraphobia pull down every window shade, lock every door and pull toward them anything that symbolizes what I call the ingredients that make up your self created circle. And now you know the rest of my true story—this is how I spent my late summer vacation, wrapped up in a world reading daily writings from 1994, listening to music written ten years before while horribly fearing the idea that my daughter’s children were excited by visiting the beautiful mountains changing colors by weeks end. I was a total wreck.
Agoraphobian’s turn into negotiators, “I agree to go while promising to pretend to have an incredibly cool time if we can take all four of dogs.”
And that’s exactly what I did in the mountains—while Carlos and Mia played in the orange and yellow leaves floating to the shores of a mountains softest kiss, I sat alone in an extremely tiny wood cabin sketching, writing and hugging the four legged unconditional lovers of the human spirit.
Wait! Wait! How does being an admitted work-a-holic play out in this? Being constantly creative puts me in a place of total warmth—if asked to step away in the name of resting the mind, body and soul, like an addict searching for his or her next hit…you nibble on each fingertip attempting to plan out the makings of a peaceful trip. Creativity to me last week was totally ripping my house apart with extreme high hopes of dumping 30 years of radio and art in the trash can—Ha!
My master in Tae Kwon Do asked if I’d have lunch with him…no way man…I’m shifting my Native American spiritual tools around and it requires my entire all. I’m such a freak! To the point of believing the leaves and branches that fall during the summer months in the forest that surrounds my house don’t truly want to leave their home, so I’ve declared myself a forest farmer and spent hours at the wood chipper being green by way of creating mulch for roses and other living things.
According to the world of medicine the most difficult part about suffering from Agoraphobia has nothing to do with what condition my condition is in but out of all the people in the world—I’m the only one who suffers daily, hourly and second by second from it.
Wrong! Agoraphobia terrorizes millions, hypnosis and some medication are the music maker or release. Find out more at Mayoclinic.com
Agoraphobia is very real. Ask my four dogs, they’re at home today thinking, “Thank God the human is out of here! I can finally get some sleep! The only reason why we keep him around is for the free puppy treats…”
Getting back to living…steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Agoraphobia…the fear of leaving home—which can be taken two different ways, the fear of leaving your parents home…which didn’t exist in the chapters I’ve written, I counted down the hours, minutes and seconds to haul tail! Not because of evil ways and means but bigger things—in 1981 it was feasibly impossible to play major market radio in Billings, Montana.
Agoraphobia featured no face half way through the decade or getting to the Carolina’s would’ve been nothing but disc jockey talk—the stuff announcers spout back and forth by way of one upping their talking buddies, “Oh yeah! Well I got an offer from Hangover, Mississippi…whoa…”
The fear of leaving home latched onto the nap of my neck in the short days that followed the loss of my Alaskan Malamute Lobo—it’s perfectly human to accuse yourself of not doing enough when it comes to saving a loved one from pain and suffering and I was convinced that if I had been home, the fluffy clump of cuddly hair wouldn't have lapped up the antifreeze the neighbor poured into his backyard.
200,000 people a day discover their path has become clouded by Agoraphobia—so what gives? When does it stop? How does it begin? Agoraphobia often accompanies another anxiety disorder, such as panic disorders or a specific phobia. If it occurs with panic disorder, it usually starts in a person's 20s, and women are affected more often than men.
Agoraphobia is like a chameleon…its colors change quicker than the weather. It’s also the fear of being in places where help might not be available.
Anxiety or panic attack (acute severe anxiety)
Becoming housebound for prolonged periods of time
Dependence on others
Fear of being alone
Fear of being in places where escape might be difficult
Fear of losing control in a public place
Feelings of detachment or estrangement from others
Feelings of helplessness
Feeling that the body is unreal
Feeling that the environment is unreal
Unusual temper or agitation with trembling or twitching
Additional symptoms that may occur:
Abdominal distress that occurs when upset
Breathing difficulty
Chest pain
Confused or disordered thoughts
Intense fear of dying
Intense fear of going crazy
Dizziness
Excessive sweating
Heartbeat sensations
Lightheadedness, near fainting
Nausea and vomiting
Numbness and tingling
Skin flushing
Signs you may be affected include
High blood pressure
Rapid pulse (heart rate)
Sweating
There’s nothing worse than someone telling you, “Yo Dude, you need to take a vacation!” Chronic sufferers of Agoraphobia pull down every window shade, lock every door and pull toward them anything that symbolizes what I call the ingredients that make up your self created circle. And now you know the rest of my true story—this is how I spent my late summer vacation, wrapped up in a world reading daily writings from 1994, listening to music written ten years before while horribly fearing the idea that my daughter’s children were excited by visiting the beautiful mountains changing colors by weeks end. I was a total wreck.
Agoraphobian’s turn into negotiators, “I agree to go while promising to pretend to have an incredibly cool time if we can take all four of dogs.”
And that’s exactly what I did in the mountains—while Carlos and Mia played in the orange and yellow leaves floating to the shores of a mountains softest kiss, I sat alone in an extremely tiny wood cabin sketching, writing and hugging the four legged unconditional lovers of the human spirit.
Wait! Wait! How does being an admitted work-a-holic play out in this? Being constantly creative puts me in a place of total warmth—if asked to step away in the name of resting the mind, body and soul, like an addict searching for his or her next hit…you nibble on each fingertip attempting to plan out the makings of a peaceful trip. Creativity to me last week was totally ripping my house apart with extreme high hopes of dumping 30 years of radio and art in the trash can—Ha!
My master in Tae Kwon Do asked if I’d have lunch with him…no way man…I’m shifting my Native American spiritual tools around and it requires my entire all. I’m such a freak! To the point of believing the leaves and branches that fall during the summer months in the forest that surrounds my house don’t truly want to leave their home, so I’ve declared myself a forest farmer and spent hours at the wood chipper being green by way of creating mulch for roses and other living things.
According to the world of medicine the most difficult part about suffering from Agoraphobia has nothing to do with what condition my condition is in but out of all the people in the world—I’m the only one who suffers daily, hourly and second by second from it.
Wrong! Agoraphobia terrorizes millions, hypnosis and some medication are the music maker or release. Find out more at Mayoclinic.com
Agoraphobia is very real. Ask my four dogs, they’re at home today thinking, “Thank God the human is out of here! I can finally get some sleep! The only reason why we keep him around is for the free puppy treats…”
Getting back to living…steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Friday, October 16, 2009
It's a your weekend...now live it!
My wife handed me a quote this morning, “Success doesn’t last forever and failure won’t kill you. Never be afraid to take chances.”
Chances…seriously, I love rubbing noses with the odds of touching the golden ring. I won’t plunk down the bucks for Power Ball but if you tell me one in five thousand become third degree black belts…no matter how bad my ancient legs ache and how easily this face and arms bruise…I’m going to be part of that crew.
What are goals other than invisible objects bosses rub in your face? Projections are educated guesses. When not met you might as well end the full staff meeting with, “You’re grounded for a week with no cell phone. Don’t even think about slamming the door to your office, I’ve got a screwdriver and I’ll remove that wall!”
Being a nonstop daily writer for nearly 15 years, the sights and sounds of an approaching year challenged a poet’s ambition to paint what would evolve into a landscape of un-tethered journeys, “In the next fifty two weeks I’ll do this! This and this!” It looks great on paper; the realms of a reality tend to peel the acrylic rainbows off the horizons we chase making the goal seeker look like an idiot to the cast of other characters he or she carries around with them hourly.
Someone had to create The Empire State Building in New York City, shape the incredibly hard rocks in South Dakota that now bare the faces of four Presidents and push our fathers, uncles and aunts through weapons of mass destruction during WWII, the Korean War and Vietnam.
A single vision that required self marketing so others could believe in the very spirit that hit them the moment it arrived through methods of thought.
Today we put our captivating presentation in places of worldly view—Twitter, Facebook, blogging websites and by way of graffiti—being a poet, I’m used to the quick comeback, “Dude, I have no clue what you’re trying to say…ease up a bit on the art and speak the language of this generation.”
Being out front takes courage, a chance, a goal, a need to leap toward a destination requiring a beginning, middle and end or does it ever stop? Success doesn’t last forever and failure won’t kill you. This weekend was to be my 3rd degree black belt test. At no other time during my martial arts journey was I better prepared physically, mentally and spiritually…then without warning my heart stopped.
Although it nearly killed me it hasn’t stopped my passion to write daily and locating newer places to display what we as a people think sing and create. The new success isn’t a black cloth wrapped around my shrinking waist but in the power of thinking, planning and taking note of what is and isn’t available not just for this survivor but others who have been struck down with cancer, liver disease, kidney, lung and thyroid complications and our current worst nightmare…a nation that can’t figure out how a banking industry nearly destroyed the entire planet and its leaders are getting away with it.
You’ve gotta love the confidence of the American people who have vowed that this won’t last long—we shall shine brighter than any other time in history. In groups, that sounds incredibly beautiful but when you’re alone in the car those eyes staring back in the rearview mirror are scared, completely haunted by the idea of what if and nearly beat down to the point of finally saying, “I quit.”
Success doesn’t last forever and failure won’t kill you. Never be afraid to take chances.
You are a survivor. The thick skin of a tree sitting with billions of others in a forest tell the tale of the worst and best winters and what makes it’s limbs last forever are the rings of certainty that scream, “Winning is a choice.”
Bad customer relations at malls, dentist offices and veterinarians teamed up with poor movie theater and restaurant services runs rampant on every street corner. Businesses don’t call back, products that broke can’t be fixed but they still charge you for it, cars don’t run on gasoline anymore…it’s called luck.
Wow! All this seems just as depressing as the new movie Where the Wild Things Are! It’s a child’s story about angst, abandonment and untrusting relationships—why would parents and school teachers read this thing to so many itty bitty minds? Because it showcases hope and with a little help from your imagination every single small, tall, somewhere in the middle, humungously large, mountain sized to universally way the heck out there bad itch that drives you crazy, insane and completely out of control…goes away.
I wasn’t doing 100 push ups a day until my heart went away. I had no clue that local grocery stores and their managers didn’t cater to people thrown onto special diets because of unexpected changes. I had no clue what surviving meant and what someone with breast cancer, chronic bronchitis or swine flu deals with not by way of awareness but living with it everyday, every second, every dream, every wish that may or may not come true…..and I still don’t…but if I study the written pages of other survivors and together we begin to make noise, maybe just maybe…something will start spinning.
Success doesn’t last forever and failure won’t kill you. Never be afraid to take chances.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Chances…seriously, I love rubbing noses with the odds of touching the golden ring. I won’t plunk down the bucks for Power Ball but if you tell me one in five thousand become third degree black belts…no matter how bad my ancient legs ache and how easily this face and arms bruise…I’m going to be part of that crew.
What are goals other than invisible objects bosses rub in your face? Projections are educated guesses. When not met you might as well end the full staff meeting with, “You’re grounded for a week with no cell phone. Don’t even think about slamming the door to your office, I’ve got a screwdriver and I’ll remove that wall!”
Being a nonstop daily writer for nearly 15 years, the sights and sounds of an approaching year challenged a poet’s ambition to paint what would evolve into a landscape of un-tethered journeys, “In the next fifty two weeks I’ll do this! This and this!” It looks great on paper; the realms of a reality tend to peel the acrylic rainbows off the horizons we chase making the goal seeker look like an idiot to the cast of other characters he or she carries around with them hourly.
Someone had to create The Empire State Building in New York City, shape the incredibly hard rocks in South Dakota that now bare the faces of four Presidents and push our fathers, uncles and aunts through weapons of mass destruction during WWII, the Korean War and Vietnam.
A single vision that required self marketing so others could believe in the very spirit that hit them the moment it arrived through methods of thought.
Today we put our captivating presentation in places of worldly view—Twitter, Facebook, blogging websites and by way of graffiti—being a poet, I’m used to the quick comeback, “Dude, I have no clue what you’re trying to say…ease up a bit on the art and speak the language of this generation.”
Being out front takes courage, a chance, a goal, a need to leap toward a destination requiring a beginning, middle and end or does it ever stop? Success doesn’t last forever and failure won’t kill you. This weekend was to be my 3rd degree black belt test. At no other time during my martial arts journey was I better prepared physically, mentally and spiritually…then without warning my heart stopped.
Although it nearly killed me it hasn’t stopped my passion to write daily and locating newer places to display what we as a people think sing and create. The new success isn’t a black cloth wrapped around my shrinking waist but in the power of thinking, planning and taking note of what is and isn’t available not just for this survivor but others who have been struck down with cancer, liver disease, kidney, lung and thyroid complications and our current worst nightmare…a nation that can’t figure out how a banking industry nearly destroyed the entire planet and its leaders are getting away with it.
You’ve gotta love the confidence of the American people who have vowed that this won’t last long—we shall shine brighter than any other time in history. In groups, that sounds incredibly beautiful but when you’re alone in the car those eyes staring back in the rearview mirror are scared, completely haunted by the idea of what if and nearly beat down to the point of finally saying, “I quit.”
Success doesn’t last forever and failure won’t kill you. Never be afraid to take chances.
You are a survivor. The thick skin of a tree sitting with billions of others in a forest tell the tale of the worst and best winters and what makes it’s limbs last forever are the rings of certainty that scream, “Winning is a choice.”
Bad customer relations at malls, dentist offices and veterinarians teamed up with poor movie theater and restaurant services runs rampant on every street corner. Businesses don’t call back, products that broke can’t be fixed but they still charge you for it, cars don’t run on gasoline anymore…it’s called luck.
Wow! All this seems just as depressing as the new movie Where the Wild Things Are! It’s a child’s story about angst, abandonment and untrusting relationships—why would parents and school teachers read this thing to so many itty bitty minds? Because it showcases hope and with a little help from your imagination every single small, tall, somewhere in the middle, humungously large, mountain sized to universally way the heck out there bad itch that drives you crazy, insane and completely out of control…goes away.
I wasn’t doing 100 push ups a day until my heart went away. I had no clue that local grocery stores and their managers didn’t cater to people thrown onto special diets because of unexpected changes. I had no clue what surviving meant and what someone with breast cancer, chronic bronchitis or swine flu deals with not by way of awareness but living with it everyday, every second, every dream, every wish that may or may not come true…..and I still don’t…but if I study the written pages of other survivors and together we begin to make noise, maybe just maybe…something will start spinning.
Success doesn’t last forever and failure won’t kill you. Never be afraid to take chances.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Learning to trust silence...
It doesn’t matter if you’re Keith Hawthorne or Scott Clark, Jake from the Panthers or your love filled mama yelling out the kitchen window that dinner is being served—before anything unwraps its wings to take the shape of reality it travels through a gap of silence first.
Even while you speak, before each word shoots out the talk maker, your system allows there to be the slightest presentation of something extremely unique…silence.
Taking note of those gaps could be the answers you seek.
Author and spiritualist Eckhart Tolle shines his walk of life onto the shades of silence humans unknowingly create. Before your mind can see, hear or feel, perception feeds the veins of what brings life to silence. Before your brain interprets the action which leads to a reaction, your system feels tremendous energy from invisible places you keep.
Wait! Before you call me insane or a totally whacked out nut case there’s a reason why some people have no clue as to what I’m up to. In a radio station production room I study the path your voice makes, I can visually see how you breathe as well as think. The reason why some don’t take note of the tiny silences that float between all things before they become real is because each break lasts barely a thin hair of a already split second. Now team that up with an extremely short attention span.
According to Tolle, when a new sight or sound arrives, during the first moments of perception there’s a brief cessation in the habitual stream of thinking. Because we’ve been trained to put no trust in perception so consciousness diverts our energy source to the conclusion of what’s being delivered.
How often have you been caught off guard and you’re literally speechless? Welcome to an extremely long version of the silences you create second by second during the presentation of anything now part of everything real.
It’s the only time in your life that ego plays no important role. Such mental behavior only takes place before a person, place or thing is identified. Allow yourself the opportunity to study the silences you create. Being aware of them makes them longer and easily identifiable. With practice you’re able to use each bout of silence as an energy source for new ideas or secret places to call your own…mentally running away from reality to feel something only your body creates.
The more you perceive life through a mental screen of abstractions and conceptualizations, the flatter your world becomes. Think of these newly recognized silences as being your personal Christopher Columbus setting sail across an open sea.
I’ve learned to control mine by utilizing the way I breathe, slowing down my pattern by way of entering a state of meditation opens the field of presentation. While in the hospital in July I located tremendous amounts of joy in challenging the medical machine measuring how I breathe. By turning off my body, a relaxed state of mind gifted the day with every reason to believe in what it is we bring. It totally freaked out the nurses...they'd always catch me in bed just smiling.
Tapping into its existence has turned my rock headed way of living hard into ocean waves filling every corner assumed dark and lost forever into islands of rebirth and discovery.
These are the words of my Master Todd Harris from Martial Arts University:
"The core or the soul of what’s being held inside is water. This is great news! You are finally becoming like water. Water takes the shape of its container; it is one of the most powerful things on earth. Water created the Grand Canyon! We are learning in baby steps how to train you more specifically and accurately. If you are down then take the shape of the ground. When you flow up to the rock, split and go around it to meet on the other side.”
If you could see a recording session…a 60 second commercial for USC Lancaster…no music or sound effects just words. You'd quickly take note of the number of times in a single sixty second commercial the body naturally creates silence.
How often do you run from silence? Isn't that why we go shopping or take in clubbing or movie watching? The more sound we surround ourselves with the more we assume we aren't alone.
Time to create a new love for the lack thereof...
Steal my art...
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Even while you speak, before each word shoots out the talk maker, your system allows there to be the slightest presentation of something extremely unique…silence.
Taking note of those gaps could be the answers you seek.
Author and spiritualist Eckhart Tolle shines his walk of life onto the shades of silence humans unknowingly create. Before your mind can see, hear or feel, perception feeds the veins of what brings life to silence. Before your brain interprets the action which leads to a reaction, your system feels tremendous energy from invisible places you keep.
Wait! Before you call me insane or a totally whacked out nut case there’s a reason why some people have no clue as to what I’m up to. In a radio station production room I study the path your voice makes, I can visually see how you breathe as well as think. The reason why some don’t take note of the tiny silences that float between all things before they become real is because each break lasts barely a thin hair of a already split second. Now team that up with an extremely short attention span.
According to Tolle, when a new sight or sound arrives, during the first moments of perception there’s a brief cessation in the habitual stream of thinking. Because we’ve been trained to put no trust in perception so consciousness diverts our energy source to the conclusion of what’s being delivered.
How often have you been caught off guard and you’re literally speechless? Welcome to an extremely long version of the silences you create second by second during the presentation of anything now part of everything real.
It’s the only time in your life that ego plays no important role. Such mental behavior only takes place before a person, place or thing is identified. Allow yourself the opportunity to study the silences you create. Being aware of them makes them longer and easily identifiable. With practice you’re able to use each bout of silence as an energy source for new ideas or secret places to call your own…mentally running away from reality to feel something only your body creates.
The more you perceive life through a mental screen of abstractions and conceptualizations, the flatter your world becomes. Think of these newly recognized silences as being your personal Christopher Columbus setting sail across an open sea.
I’ve learned to control mine by utilizing the way I breathe, slowing down my pattern by way of entering a state of meditation opens the field of presentation. While in the hospital in July I located tremendous amounts of joy in challenging the medical machine measuring how I breathe. By turning off my body, a relaxed state of mind gifted the day with every reason to believe in what it is we bring. It totally freaked out the nurses...they'd always catch me in bed just smiling.
Tapping into its existence has turned my rock headed way of living hard into ocean waves filling every corner assumed dark and lost forever into islands of rebirth and discovery.
These are the words of my Master Todd Harris from Martial Arts University:
"The core or the soul of what’s being held inside is water. This is great news! You are finally becoming like water. Water takes the shape of its container; it is one of the most powerful things on earth. Water created the Grand Canyon! We are learning in baby steps how to train you more specifically and accurately. If you are down then take the shape of the ground. When you flow up to the rock, split and go around it to meet on the other side.”
If you could see a recording session…a 60 second commercial for USC Lancaster…no music or sound effects just words. You'd quickly take note of the number of times in a single sixty second commercial the body naturally creates silence.
How often do you run from silence? Isn't that why we go shopping or take in clubbing or movie watching? The more sound we surround ourselves with the more we assume we aren't alone.
Time to create a new love for the lack thereof...
Steal my art...
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Get ahead before you say, "I quit!"
I find tremendous fascination in talking with career builders in full rotation during this economic financial condition—for the first time since the Great Depression all levels of workday performances have been infected with the W-2 Flu…meaninfg no matter how high your company has built its pyramid of success, nobody's job is safe.
Community colleges are caked with middle aged adults risking their security foundation by stepping into an area of newness that garners no guarantee. When you’re finally selected to harness the reins of a new beginning the first six months of paychecks is overshadowed by a well trained self sufficient nagging that turns any twenty four hour day into every reason why you should quit and start all over again and again.
The number one cause of the new job blues can easily be spotted by taking a quick glance at your political antenna and see where it needs to fit rather than where it sat during your last chapters at a place where you assumed you ruled.
Landing a new job is not getting another gig. If your only purpose of getting employment is to cheapen your presentation, Oprah would love to have more viewers. Every position in a place of business must exceed the limits of nicknames and curses. The custodian who sneaks in late at night is a champion designer. I can’t imagine what my attitude would be if the trash was never taken out and this radio station control board resembled the base of Mount St Helens with twelve inches of dust and ash. The receptionist commands the public service department, it’s his or her voice a client hears first and whatever impression they leave will determine if your company will have success.
The most difficult part about getting back to work is breaking free of the old perks and germs that once owned your entire being—take the rose colored glasses off and start accepting a new culture. With every new environment there is a new way of living and it’s your attitude that must be shifted into a gear of thinking honestly by way of accepting those who are paying close attention to every effort you’re bringing to their place of play.
If people aren’t welcoming your suggestions reach into your mind, body and soul and click on the political antenna—I call this the people watcher, an internal device that takes the time to notice how people get along with each other.
As my mother always said, “Radio isn’t a strange place with weird freaks manning the places that make music for people to listen to…its nothing more than a reflection of reality. Everything that happens inside those speakers is tripled in the real world of business.”
Every office in America and around the world is a shape shifting complex of social groups. From cliques to friendships and the loyalties they guarantee, every product being created is controlled by a set of ground rules and or cultures.
Your arrival at a new place is every reason to study the patterns you deliver. You’ve invaded someone’s culture. What do you have they don’t? Are you there to suddenly make them unemployed? If you don’t fit in, those new coworkers will figure out a way to incorporate changes in your behavior—failing to make the move sends your player piece back to Start…welcome to the world of isolation. I’d say…take this new journey quite seriously.
Being dismissive sends out a clear signal, “I don’t want to fit in.”
Step one of your new found success ladder is to figure out how people interact with each other. Even if it doesn’t sit well in the boat you float, step back and watch the waves that take shape. Can you imagine working daily with me? A Native American spiritually driven writer, producer, painter and martial artist who consumes too much water, while wasting no time on alcohol, drugs and the sweet taste of Southern BBQ. All he ever talks about is work, work, work and how you can fit more work into what he hopes to call the worlds first 29 hour workday. Dude needs a new habit! Seriously who wants to be friends with someone like this?
Speaking the street is a valuable tool to carry with you—the art of studying the conversations people share and how it is delivered. Learn about what brings light to the social process of your business. Just because I don’t pop the top of a tall cool one doesn’t mean we still can’t breakout in a game of darts in the hallway or take the time to sit down and listen to a coworker’s best weekend ever with their kids because they couldn’t stop playing The Beatles Rock Band Video game.
Putting value in the new culture lifts your presentation allowing you to feed off the power of the political antenna and the messages it sends back to you. Build trust while gaining support. Yes, your approach to success is different but underneath that mountain of who you once were at the other place of business no longer counts. I’m not saying go out and drink with your new found buddies or break away for lunch every morning at 11:30.
Accept the idea that fitting into a social level is very important to the continued success of your career. Study the patterns of those who are new while developing a natural way to do things with them without putting too much light on how incredibly different you really are. Be conscious of your decisions and how you adapt your approach. You can still be you…just become more aware of how you fit in with others.
There are cures to political dilemmas at work—a great way to get up and around them is to do a little research—the words written by Dr. Gary Ranker is a great new start. Leaders aren’t always found in the corner office with the bright beautiful windows and giant shelves with nicely dusted books and pictures. We got into this financial mess in America because too many people said, “It’s not my job,” then turned and walked away only to complain and complain when the Panthers couldn’t figure out how to win a game.
Winning is a choice…rebuilding this country is a yes or a no...how you decide to answer the question is where you sit on the company ladder of success. You can either accept we're 7th best or pull out the monster that drove you to the dance and make this machine the finest creation on the planet.
How long did it take you to read my garbled up words? That's too long! Back to work! Santa will be here to check on the toys!
Steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Community colleges are caked with middle aged adults risking their security foundation by stepping into an area of newness that garners no guarantee. When you’re finally selected to harness the reins of a new beginning the first six months of paychecks is overshadowed by a well trained self sufficient nagging that turns any twenty four hour day into every reason why you should quit and start all over again and again.
The number one cause of the new job blues can easily be spotted by taking a quick glance at your political antenna and see where it needs to fit rather than where it sat during your last chapters at a place where you assumed you ruled.
Landing a new job is not getting another gig. If your only purpose of getting employment is to cheapen your presentation, Oprah would love to have more viewers. Every position in a place of business must exceed the limits of nicknames and curses. The custodian who sneaks in late at night is a champion designer. I can’t imagine what my attitude would be if the trash was never taken out and this radio station control board resembled the base of Mount St Helens with twelve inches of dust and ash. The receptionist commands the public service department, it’s his or her voice a client hears first and whatever impression they leave will determine if your company will have success.
The most difficult part about getting back to work is breaking free of the old perks and germs that once owned your entire being—take the rose colored glasses off and start accepting a new culture. With every new environment there is a new way of living and it’s your attitude that must be shifted into a gear of thinking honestly by way of accepting those who are paying close attention to every effort you’re bringing to their place of play.
If people aren’t welcoming your suggestions reach into your mind, body and soul and click on the political antenna—I call this the people watcher, an internal device that takes the time to notice how people get along with each other.
As my mother always said, “Radio isn’t a strange place with weird freaks manning the places that make music for people to listen to…its nothing more than a reflection of reality. Everything that happens inside those speakers is tripled in the real world of business.”
Every office in America and around the world is a shape shifting complex of social groups. From cliques to friendships and the loyalties they guarantee, every product being created is controlled by a set of ground rules and or cultures.
Your arrival at a new place is every reason to study the patterns you deliver. You’ve invaded someone’s culture. What do you have they don’t? Are you there to suddenly make them unemployed? If you don’t fit in, those new coworkers will figure out a way to incorporate changes in your behavior—failing to make the move sends your player piece back to Start…welcome to the world of isolation. I’d say…take this new journey quite seriously.
Being dismissive sends out a clear signal, “I don’t want to fit in.”
Step one of your new found success ladder is to figure out how people interact with each other. Even if it doesn’t sit well in the boat you float, step back and watch the waves that take shape. Can you imagine working daily with me? A Native American spiritually driven writer, producer, painter and martial artist who consumes too much water, while wasting no time on alcohol, drugs and the sweet taste of Southern BBQ. All he ever talks about is work, work, work and how you can fit more work into what he hopes to call the worlds first 29 hour workday. Dude needs a new habit! Seriously who wants to be friends with someone like this?
Speaking the street is a valuable tool to carry with you—the art of studying the conversations people share and how it is delivered. Learn about what brings light to the social process of your business. Just because I don’t pop the top of a tall cool one doesn’t mean we still can’t breakout in a game of darts in the hallway or take the time to sit down and listen to a coworker’s best weekend ever with their kids because they couldn’t stop playing The Beatles Rock Band Video game.
Putting value in the new culture lifts your presentation allowing you to feed off the power of the political antenna and the messages it sends back to you. Build trust while gaining support. Yes, your approach to success is different but underneath that mountain of who you once were at the other place of business no longer counts. I’m not saying go out and drink with your new found buddies or break away for lunch every morning at 11:30.
Accept the idea that fitting into a social level is very important to the continued success of your career. Study the patterns of those who are new while developing a natural way to do things with them without putting too much light on how incredibly different you really are. Be conscious of your decisions and how you adapt your approach. You can still be you…just become more aware of how you fit in with others.
There are cures to political dilemmas at work—a great way to get up and around them is to do a little research—the words written by Dr. Gary Ranker is a great new start. Leaders aren’t always found in the corner office with the bright beautiful windows and giant shelves with nicely dusted books and pictures. We got into this financial mess in America because too many people said, “It’s not my job,” then turned and walked away only to complain and complain when the Panthers couldn’t figure out how to win a game.
Winning is a choice…rebuilding this country is a yes or a no...how you decide to answer the question is where you sit on the company ladder of success. You can either accept we're 7th best or pull out the monster that drove you to the dance and make this machine the finest creation on the planet.
How long did it take you to read my garbled up words? That's too long! Back to work! Santa will be here to check on the toys!
Steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Yawwwwwwnnnnnnn
Welcome back to Jeopardy! For the bonus round and an extra banana to have at lunch every Monday for the rest of your life...can you name the non-sick, non-cancerous cause behind why 500 million American’s step away from their workday either to seek treatment from a doctor or locate a sofa to plop down on?
Hint number one: The subject we are talking of heightens the fear of something more serious taking place.
Hint number two: It’s persistent, can last longer than six months accompanied by sleepless nights, joint pain, severe headaches, an inability to concentrate and or memory loss.
Final hint: A peaceful cure can easily be found in any corner of the world but the leading expert on the cause and effect lives in Charlotte, NC.
Chronic Fatigue and Immune Dysfunction Syndrome (CFIDS) Constantly feeling fatigued without any natural energy or hidden away commands to man the ship spearheaded by the mind, body and soul.
Only 10% of those seeking medical help have actually been struck down by the silent attacker.
If that’s not a good enough answer to the fifty three cups of hot Joe you shove down the piping system and your doc in the box still keeps shaking his head from side to side exclaiming, “It’s not CFIDS!” Look into what’s being called Garden Variety fatigue caused by odd ball shaped living conditions; little or no sleep and a poor diet.
“You could be suffering from a fist full of complications,” shouts Dr. Ronald Hoffman who fronted the book Tired All the Time: How to Regain Your Lost Energy. “An overactive thyroid is like dealing with a daily implosion filled with fatigue, anxiety, insomnia, heart palpitations and bulging eyes.”
If this doesn’t fit inside the shoes you walk a mile in…step into a pile of conditions created by an under active thyroid whose signs are usually chills, weight gain, strong PMS, muscle aches, dry skin, hair loss, constant cold and flu and a voice that sounds like you live off six bottles of alcohol and twelve packs of cigarettes a day.
Either condition…contact your doctor ASAP.
Other Garden Fatigue starters include Adrenal insufficiency—low levels of DHEA which is caused by autoimmune disease or adrenal gland disease.
I was shocked to learn how many medically trained human minds often overlook diabetes as being a creator of fatigue. A fasting blood glucose test will expose the journey which can easily be maintained—putting you back on a path of victory.
Food allergies, environmental toxins such as indoor pollutants will wipeout your onboard computer inside an hour. Linoleum creates benzene, new carpets and drapes generate formaldehyde. There’s lead in tap water and paint. Mercury is still being found in dental fillings and there’s always nitrogen dioxide in the house created by kerosene heaters, gas stoves and furnaces. And stop! The biggie trichloroethylene can fatigue you instantly…it’s found in all dry cleaning.
So what about the old wives tale that sugar is a good kicker and ender? Let it be known if the yummy stuff was brand new on the market; it would be instantly declared a drug and labeled extremely dangerous to your physical wellbeing. Sugar invites damage to your pancreas whose only mission is to produce insulin. Too much insulin leads to hypoglycemia a major league player in the world of what the heck is bringing me down.
Any medical official will pretty much embarrass you when asked, “So dude in a white coat, um cut me slack Jack and lay it on the line…how can I get over this sugar high?”
Guess what you’ll be in search of? Ergogenic dietary supplements fortified with B-15, L-carnitine, octacosanol, wheat germ extract and ginseng.
Which basically means if you ain’t reading those labels firmly pressed onto the side of every bottle, can and bar…grab the reading glasses and let’s take some classes. You’re not being forced to eat rice cakes and unseasoned oatmeal. Your best step taken forward might be taking on the simple task of relieving your system of its addiction to caffeine and power drinks, a mid afternoon chocolate chip cookie or an incredibly delicious stick of gum exploding with flavor and everything else that will land your hard work and dedication in the trash can next to your desk.
I totally get it! When it comes to energy and the pursuit to being the best….you are flat out broke and spent. It kills me to say this…it’s probably not your boss creating the mess. If only 10% of patients seen by doctors and institutions are diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome that leaves 90% of circle wide open for other rhymes, reasons and oblong purposes.
Stop feeding the emptiness with false highs and round robin conclusions. Get to the center of this circle and start living life again.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Hint number one: The subject we are talking of heightens the fear of something more serious taking place.
Hint number two: It’s persistent, can last longer than six months accompanied by sleepless nights, joint pain, severe headaches, an inability to concentrate and or memory loss.
Final hint: A peaceful cure can easily be found in any corner of the world but the leading expert on the cause and effect lives in Charlotte, NC.
Chronic Fatigue and Immune Dysfunction Syndrome (CFIDS) Constantly feeling fatigued without any natural energy or hidden away commands to man the ship spearheaded by the mind, body and soul.
Only 10% of those seeking medical help have actually been struck down by the silent attacker.
If that’s not a good enough answer to the fifty three cups of hot Joe you shove down the piping system and your doc in the box still keeps shaking his head from side to side exclaiming, “It’s not CFIDS!” Look into what’s being called Garden Variety fatigue caused by odd ball shaped living conditions; little or no sleep and a poor diet.
“You could be suffering from a fist full of complications,” shouts Dr. Ronald Hoffman who fronted the book Tired All the Time: How to Regain Your Lost Energy. “An overactive thyroid is like dealing with a daily implosion filled with fatigue, anxiety, insomnia, heart palpitations and bulging eyes.”
If this doesn’t fit inside the shoes you walk a mile in…step into a pile of conditions created by an under active thyroid whose signs are usually chills, weight gain, strong PMS, muscle aches, dry skin, hair loss, constant cold and flu and a voice that sounds like you live off six bottles of alcohol and twelve packs of cigarettes a day.
Either condition…contact your doctor ASAP.
Other Garden Fatigue starters include Adrenal insufficiency—low levels of DHEA which is caused by autoimmune disease or adrenal gland disease.
I was shocked to learn how many medically trained human minds often overlook diabetes as being a creator of fatigue. A fasting blood glucose test will expose the journey which can easily be maintained—putting you back on a path of victory.
Food allergies, environmental toxins such as indoor pollutants will wipeout your onboard computer inside an hour. Linoleum creates benzene, new carpets and drapes generate formaldehyde. There’s lead in tap water and paint. Mercury is still being found in dental fillings and there’s always nitrogen dioxide in the house created by kerosene heaters, gas stoves and furnaces. And stop! The biggie trichloroethylene can fatigue you instantly…it’s found in all dry cleaning.
So what about the old wives tale that sugar is a good kicker and ender? Let it be known if the yummy stuff was brand new on the market; it would be instantly declared a drug and labeled extremely dangerous to your physical wellbeing. Sugar invites damage to your pancreas whose only mission is to produce insulin. Too much insulin leads to hypoglycemia a major league player in the world of what the heck is bringing me down.
Any medical official will pretty much embarrass you when asked, “So dude in a white coat, um cut me slack Jack and lay it on the line…how can I get over this sugar high?”
Guess what you’ll be in search of? Ergogenic dietary supplements fortified with B-15, L-carnitine, octacosanol, wheat germ extract and ginseng.
Which basically means if you ain’t reading those labels firmly pressed onto the side of every bottle, can and bar…grab the reading glasses and let’s take some classes. You’re not being forced to eat rice cakes and unseasoned oatmeal. Your best step taken forward might be taking on the simple task of relieving your system of its addiction to caffeine and power drinks, a mid afternoon chocolate chip cookie or an incredibly delicious stick of gum exploding with flavor and everything else that will land your hard work and dedication in the trash can next to your desk.
I totally get it! When it comes to energy and the pursuit to being the best….you are flat out broke and spent. It kills me to say this…it’s probably not your boss creating the mess. If only 10% of patients seen by doctors and institutions are diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome that leaves 90% of circle wide open for other rhymes, reasons and oblong purposes.
Stop feeding the emptiness with false highs and round robin conclusions. Get to the center of this circle and start living life again.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Monday, October 12, 2009
Forget about getting gray and old...when going out...go all out green!
When you elect to bury your nose in chapters penned out by Jane Brody based on reaching the Great Beyond, as much as it’s your biggest wishes to keep such connections of private lessons taught away from the circles of friends you keep, you’re suddenly bonked on the think maker and given reason to believe…there is an alternative.
Being this close to Halloween I can talk about this without falling witness to rolling eyes, hearing clicks of the tongue like a Valley Girl set free in the Carolina’s or being shoved toward a talk to the hand expression meant to keep all things assumed evil from the thin pages masterminding your plan called The Journey.
Twenty years from today plenty from this generation will look back and lip lock the gossip and American Culture that fed the veins of what encouraged so many of us to take the way we elected to make the influences of our game. The Hannah Montanan’s will still be singing Party in the USA, Taylor Swifter’s will have reinvented the World Wide Web giving better access to fame and personal discovery to poets with pens and guitarists with melodic adventures pressing to be set free.
Iphone’s and Ipod’s will be invisible fake mole implants lightly sketched into the corner of your upper lip with tiny wires running through your lower jaw bone leading straight to your inner ear—the best part of the expense will be the built in GPS. Men will never have to stop and ask for directions again!
There’s so much to look forward to! Slower than a turtle napping on a hot Sunday afternoon is still the idea of going green…you know, a seemingly simple as well as approachable plan to keep the environment clean. Polar bears and seal movies won’t be about icebergs breaking—they’ll showcase cubs and pups writing letters to lawmakers thanking them everyday for the peaceful end of the Greenhouse Holocaust.
In 2029, although the price of turning your life and style green costs more than saving the world banking industry, modern day hippies and wanna-be’s cheering loudly at an ageless Avett Brothers live performance in New York’s Central Park will push for more green power because getting to 2050 was President Gore’s biggest fantasy. Yep he finally made it during a race against George W’s great grandchild’s run for the Oval Office...now described as being nearly round because the politically correct police believed being oval disrupted the American child born with a fairly large scull—pumpkin head and Jay Leno look alike were disruptive where as nearly round made everything beautiful.
Hot on the American scene will be the reason for today’s writing: Reef burials.
During an age of untrusting lawyers and people who dig six foot deep holes, the latest dance with a pale moon light invites those who’ve lived the blessed opportunity to seriously become part of the planet again…via coral reef. From the unforgettable jagged shores off the coast of Highway 1 in California to the rippling waters feeding the Hudson River in New York, the Green thing to do once you’re gone is to allow your ashes to become part of the environment by way of becoming part of the sea.
What a perfect opportunity for entrepreneurs! Underwater golf courses for electric eels vacationing next to a reef that includes everybody from your family And because reefs offer so much incredible beauty, you might even end up being set free in a fish aquarium at a dentists office in Havre, Montana! Forget what happened to Sponge Bob and Patrick! This is totally a life after death experience!
Here’s what one ad promises their future clients:
Eternal Reefs, Inc. creates permanent living legacies that memorialize the passing of a loved one. For families and individuals that choose cremation, Eternal Reefs offers a new memorial choice that replaces cremation urns and ash scattering with a permanent environmental living legacy.
Families and friends are invited and encouraged to participate in the creation of their loved one's memorial reef. From placing your handprint in the damp concrete during the casting, making a rubbing of the bronze plaque during the viewing ceremony, or placing a flag on your loved one's memorial reef during our military honors ceremony, all Eternal Reefs' activities provide peace of mind for everyone involved.
Wait wait! Time now for the tiny print: See dealer for details.
Why is this the best way to go? No matter which way the bucket tips, after you’re gone those left behind have some seriously high costs. You can’t physically prepare for this! The United States Government refuses to write laws protecting families from funeral homes and burial sites that go out of business. If you plunked down some hard to find cash for a box and a hole, once the owner is gone, the chances of you still having that plot in your name is next to nothing.
Another cheap way of leaving your mark in a positive way—according to Jane Brody, people should donate their body to science. Stop right there! Let’s push the clock back up to 2029, what will they be doing with those who already did? With the incredible surge of energy building every year for Halloween…one of these day’s the real dead thing is going to be available for your front yard. This week at Exxon, for every gallon of gas sold we’ll give you tiny pink toes. Gross! Yuck!
Another reef burial ad says, “It seems more of a beginning than an ending…create a permanent living legacy with eternal reefs.”
Guess what? There’s even ministers who’ll head the scuba diving party to the location of your resting place.
$1,000 - Individual cremation urn burial or incorporation of cremated remains in a 300-400 pound private undersea reef.
Price includes: casting of the reef memorial (with either direct incorporation of the remains or casting of a sealed urn within the reef), undersea placement and dedication, bronze identification marker, and a Certificate of Living Coral Reef Burial.
37' Vessel
(Up to 6 Guests)
42' Vessel
(7-12 Guests)
48' Vessel
(13-22 Guests)
Private Luxury Yacht Service
Includes four-hour luxury yacht, fuel, captain, insurance, Great Burial Reef crew, flowers, and all gratuities. You may provide your own vessel.
$825
$1,125
$1,725
Food & Beverage
Gourmet hors d'oeuvres, desserts, bottled water, and fruit juices.
$195
$350
$600
Beer and Wine
Assorted domestic beers/white wines.
$75
$150
$300
Champagne Toast
We proudly serve Perrier-Jouet champagne for all toasts.
$60
$120
$240
Keepsake Photograph DVD
Professional yacht-board photography incorporated into a DVD slide show with music. Includes 5 DVDs. Addt'l $30 each.
Look…if you’re going to go green…you might as well become part of the colors that create the green…the blue waters of an endless ocean mixed lightly with the golden yellow of an unforgettable shade of sunshine.
Reality sucks sometimes...but whatcha doing after the show?
Getting back to living...steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Being this close to Halloween I can talk about this without falling witness to rolling eyes, hearing clicks of the tongue like a Valley Girl set free in the Carolina’s or being shoved toward a talk to the hand expression meant to keep all things assumed evil from the thin pages masterminding your plan called The Journey.
Twenty years from today plenty from this generation will look back and lip lock the gossip and American Culture that fed the veins of what encouraged so many of us to take the way we elected to make the influences of our game. The Hannah Montanan’s will still be singing Party in the USA, Taylor Swifter’s will have reinvented the World Wide Web giving better access to fame and personal discovery to poets with pens and guitarists with melodic adventures pressing to be set free.
Iphone’s and Ipod’s will be invisible fake mole implants lightly sketched into the corner of your upper lip with tiny wires running through your lower jaw bone leading straight to your inner ear—the best part of the expense will be the built in GPS. Men will never have to stop and ask for directions again!
There’s so much to look forward to! Slower than a turtle napping on a hot Sunday afternoon is still the idea of going green…you know, a seemingly simple as well as approachable plan to keep the environment clean. Polar bears and seal movies won’t be about icebergs breaking—they’ll showcase cubs and pups writing letters to lawmakers thanking them everyday for the peaceful end of the Greenhouse Holocaust.
In 2029, although the price of turning your life and style green costs more than saving the world banking industry, modern day hippies and wanna-be’s cheering loudly at an ageless Avett Brothers live performance in New York’s Central Park will push for more green power because getting to 2050 was President Gore’s biggest fantasy. Yep he finally made it during a race against George W’s great grandchild’s run for the Oval Office...now described as being nearly round because the politically correct police believed being oval disrupted the American child born with a fairly large scull—pumpkin head and Jay Leno look alike were disruptive where as nearly round made everything beautiful.
Hot on the American scene will be the reason for today’s writing: Reef burials.
During an age of untrusting lawyers and people who dig six foot deep holes, the latest dance with a pale moon light invites those who’ve lived the blessed opportunity to seriously become part of the planet again…via coral reef. From the unforgettable jagged shores off the coast of Highway 1 in California to the rippling waters feeding the Hudson River in New York, the Green thing to do once you’re gone is to allow your ashes to become part of the environment by way of becoming part of the sea.
What a perfect opportunity for entrepreneurs! Underwater golf courses for electric eels vacationing next to a reef that includes everybody from your family And because reefs offer so much incredible beauty, you might even end up being set free in a fish aquarium at a dentists office in Havre, Montana! Forget what happened to Sponge Bob and Patrick! This is totally a life after death experience!
Here’s what one ad promises their future clients:
Eternal Reefs, Inc. creates permanent living legacies that memorialize the passing of a loved one. For families and individuals that choose cremation, Eternal Reefs offers a new memorial choice that replaces cremation urns and ash scattering with a permanent environmental living legacy.
Families and friends are invited and encouraged to participate in the creation of their loved one's memorial reef. From placing your handprint in the damp concrete during the casting, making a rubbing of the bronze plaque during the viewing ceremony, or placing a flag on your loved one's memorial reef during our military honors ceremony, all Eternal Reefs' activities provide peace of mind for everyone involved.
Wait wait! Time now for the tiny print: See dealer for details.
Why is this the best way to go? No matter which way the bucket tips, after you’re gone those left behind have some seriously high costs. You can’t physically prepare for this! The United States Government refuses to write laws protecting families from funeral homes and burial sites that go out of business. If you plunked down some hard to find cash for a box and a hole, once the owner is gone, the chances of you still having that plot in your name is next to nothing.
Another cheap way of leaving your mark in a positive way—according to Jane Brody, people should donate their body to science. Stop right there! Let’s push the clock back up to 2029, what will they be doing with those who already did? With the incredible surge of energy building every year for Halloween…one of these day’s the real dead thing is going to be available for your front yard. This week at Exxon, for every gallon of gas sold we’ll give you tiny pink toes. Gross! Yuck!
Another reef burial ad says, “It seems more of a beginning than an ending…create a permanent living legacy with eternal reefs.”
Guess what? There’s even ministers who’ll head the scuba diving party to the location of your resting place.
$1,000 - Individual cremation urn burial or incorporation of cremated remains in a 300-400 pound private undersea reef.
Price includes: casting of the reef memorial (with either direct incorporation of the remains or casting of a sealed urn within the reef), undersea placement and dedication, bronze identification marker, and a Certificate of Living Coral Reef Burial.
37' Vessel
(Up to 6 Guests)
42' Vessel
(7-12 Guests)
48' Vessel
(13-22 Guests)
Private Luxury Yacht Service
Includes four-hour luxury yacht, fuel, captain, insurance, Great Burial Reef crew, flowers, and all gratuities. You may provide your own vessel.
$825
$1,125
$1,725
Food & Beverage
Gourmet hors d'oeuvres, desserts, bottled water, and fruit juices.
$195
$350
$600
Beer and Wine
Assorted domestic beers/white wines.
$75
$150
$300
Champagne Toast
We proudly serve Perrier-Jouet champagne for all toasts.
$60
$120
$240
Keepsake Photograph DVD
Professional yacht-board photography incorporated into a DVD slide show with music. Includes 5 DVDs. Addt'l $30 each.
Look…if you’re going to go green…you might as well become part of the colors that create the green…the blue waters of an endless ocean mixed lightly with the golden yellow of an unforgettable shade of sunshine.
Reality sucks sometimes...but whatcha doing after the show?
Getting back to living...steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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