Motivational post

If you read motivational quotes, and wise quotes in general, then good things will come to you.

How an Individual can Make the Nation a Better Place

I am in a humanities class right now and there are a lot of radical ideas that i am reading about that answer my questions of how I (which I am not rich and don't have a lot of money) can change the world when I am just a citizen with no authority or power.

Here's some Idea's

1) REMEMBER that energy flows where attention goes, and the thing in question will surely grow. This means that simply taking the time to have a conversation about how people should be treated better, posting a blog entry, publishing an article, writing a letter to a magazine editor, and posting videos on You tube- you are feeding the life of the concept of kindness. It will spread if you feed it as often as you can.

Feed the nation starving for kindness

2) Try finding a website that allows you to create your own bumper sticker and have as many sent to you as possible, saying something like "BEING NICE IS A REALLY GOOD IDEA" and "MAY KINDNESS LIVE ON" are some ideas (okay, yeah that last one was pretty lame but you get the idea). Then pass them out into peoples mail boxes with a note that says "Hello, I am passing these bumper stickers out in hopes that people will put them on their cars to be a constant reminder that kindness is a concept that can die in society- and this is my way of trying to strengthen it." Most people will like the message and support it. Give them extras for friends too. Soon you'll see the message all around town; and repetition is a form of brainwashing. In this case we are using the knowledge that corporations use in advertising to brainwash us to buy their product but we are doing it for the personal gains of everyone.

3) Dream big. Set high goals for yourself to get yourself into a position to which you can make a difference. Study media psychology to find out ways that the media brainwashes us to use their products, and use that to brainwash people into being nice. Your working with a higher power now, and love is a powerful motivator.

NOTE: Don't get screwed over by being nice. Know when to be assertive, and never trust anyone because they will take advantage of you. Be positive, but don't take that too far and end up being a doormat or something :)

Glowing White Eyes Staring

Sitting on the couch. It's about 11:00pm, and I'm watching Game of Thrones. The red lights are on in the living room, and that's all. I look out the window, and I see a pair of glowing white eyes staring at me.

"Mom! Wake up! There are eyes staring at me!"

She stirred, obviously annoyed, and looked.

"Those are just the cat."

"NO. Mom! The cat is not that tall! MOM, PLEASE WAKE UP. This is scaring me!!!"

"Oh Breanna, stop! You're being dramatic."

"Mommmmm, Pleaseee go see what it is."

Mean while I'm staring at these eyes and they are completely unmoving. So still, and so white.

"Mom, how in the hell are they reflecting white at me if there are only red lights on in the house?!" I jumped up to make sure there was not a cell phone casting light, and there was none. The porch light was not on. The TV was not facing that direction. I stared at them, and tried to shoo them away with my mind. That did about as much as you'd expect, but it was worth a try.

"MOM. THERE ARE EYES STARING AT ME."

"Get over it Breanna. Stop, I'm trying to sleep."

I continued watching Game of Thrones, looking over occasionally to see if they were still there until eventually they disappeared. I ran downstairs into Anthony's room and hid under the covers with him. The only thing I can think it would be is a raccoon. It still baffles me though how they reflected the white light. I was almost as though the light was shining from within the creatures skull.

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Identifying Hallucinogenic Mushrooms

I noticed it's pretty hard to find online how to find and correctly identify hallucinogenic mushrooms, Which I thought would be pretty spiffy to know in case a friend shows me some mushrooms they picked so I can help them to tell whether the mushrooms will kill them or not. Sooo I decided to buy the book "Poisonous and Hallucinogenic Mushrooms," and I now understand why there isn't some quick website to give you the tips you need to know.

In order to correctly identify a hallucinogenic mushrooms vs. a, say, poisonous mushroom, one must learn how mushrooms are identified, and those of you who thought that would be easy, lets just say it is NOT. It takes practice, so get out there and picking those babies apart!

For example; you need to know the spore print of the mushroom your looking for. Seeing as people's lives may be at stake, you probably don't want to trust the internet to tell you what that's supposed to look like, I'd go for a book. You also need to pay attention to minute details such as the way the cap of the mushroom peels off the stem, what seasons/states the mushroom grows in, as well as the conditions (lawn, bark, dung etc.), how the mushroom bruises, and even tinier details that I can't even put into words, it'd have to be in a picture (okay I'll try; whether the gills bend up when attaching to the stem or down... either way, you needs pics.)

Soooo whether you were looking to make some cash, go on a "sacred trip," or even just want to know if you have some deadly facades of hallucinogenic mushrooms in your yard, your gonna have to get that book. Once I decipher the information and new mushie vocabulary ill post something for fear that someone might pick the wrong mushrooms, but until then consider ordering your own. Later!

*Update! Upon deeper examination of my book, I realized it's incredibly horribly written. I tried googling the definitions of some of the terms in it, and there were no matches whatsoever. Go to the book store or the library and find something that works (avoid the book I mentioned above).

Philosophy Poem

A bubble symbolizes a rough sketch of all that man knows, and has ever known in an ocean of knowledge the size of infinity.
A majority float in the center, occasionally traveling to the edge and back, scared to travel too far and get lost from loved ones.
There are those who roam the edges though. Those brave enough to detatch, with the curious, hungry minds of philosophers.
Searching and wading into pools of insanity, we unlock doors leading to windows... or are they portraits?
We do not know if our imagination has followed the golden line of truth or created another realm.
The magic of the metaphor. Giving us glimpses, unlocking the doors, and revealing what could be beyond the bubble.
A discovery is inevitable in the mind of an adventurer.
One rule applies as your lifeline to sanity; keep a map.
~Breezy (10/17/2012)

(I didn't make this picture)

Surreal Conversation

Surreal Conversation

               Here's an unspeakable conversation; brushing the edges of proven knowledge and dabbling in puddles of insanity. Anthony was telling me about the dreams he was having in the hospital while he was in a coma. (My memories a little fuzzy so certain details may be misconstrued but the important stuff’s accurate).

                “I was surrounded by these people in masks who were telling me to follow them. I didn't trust them but I figured fuck it, if they did anything then I’d knock them out. They took me somewhere that I didn't like. I was still in the hospital but it was all abandoned and the walls were tearing. There were these things, I don’t know what they were but they were bad, and I wanted to leave. I walked into a room full of empty hospital beds. The walls were cracked and the place was eerie. It felt like some sort of hall. I walked to the end of it to a door with a light on the other side and I could hear peoples voices on the other side but I couldn't get in. I started screaming for them to open the door and then the scene changed.”

                This intrigued me. He had remembered a little bit more than last time, which had only consisted of the door that was light on the other side. Many tell a similar story about a hall with a door at the end and light on the other side. This got him into talking about all of the things that had made him believe that there was something more than what we realize.

                “Once I woke up and there were these circles floating right over my head. They were different colors, and I jumped up and looked at them and they disappeared. My grandpa had just passed away… but I don’t know.”

                My eyes widened as I listened to his words. My grandma had told a similar story. I didn't believe in such phenomena at that point so I had dismissed the story as the ramblings of a grandma. The connection was insane though. Her story went something like this;

                “I was staying with my cousin whose husband had just passed away. We were sleeping in the same bed, and I woke up in the middle of the night to see an orb floating over her sleeping body.”

The rest of my memory of her story is too fuzzy for me to try to elaborate. I don’t think she felt fear; neither did Anthony. They were really creeped out though.

Poetry; Maya Angelou

A wise woman once said "If you should encounter a rare man of intellect, you should ask him what books he reads." I realize this may come off as insulting, considering my only two followers are guys, but I do not mean it that way. The point is; reading makes you smarter. Its also incredibly stress relieving, relaxing and healthy for your mind; which craves new info. Writers write because they feel what they have to say is so important that it must be written down so that the wisdom does not escape them. Well, many of them do, and many of the time they are right (I guess that depends on opinion though.) Here's a piece of writing with a wonderful flavor:)

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. Maya Angelou