Life's what you make it

I know quite a few people who have all said similar things. And these are people separated by time and space.  These people I'm referring to are, in the nicest way I can think of...Naysayers. I love Urban Dictionary's definition of this unfortunate sect...

naysayer

One who frequently engages in excessive complaining, negative banter and/or a genuinely poor and downbeat attitude. Naysayers are distinguished by their tendency to consistently view the glass half empty, make frequent one-way trips to negative town, and constantly emphasize the worst of a situation. They have the capacity to rant and whine for hours on end about the most insignificant inconveniences. They tend to travel solo, but have the keen ability to spread their pessimistic attitude to a group of unsuspecting bystanders and encourage others to employ their mindset. Naysayers tend to blend in with those around them rather well, granted they have learned over the years to adapt to their surroundings. However, when the opportunity arises, their true nature will be exposed and they will stop at nothing to exclude others or bring a general sense of negativity to any situation. Not to be confused with non-naysayers who fight against the negativity brought forth by naysayers, make the best of a situation and are not afraid to call out a naysayer on the spot.

I'm not going to sit here and say that I've never had a negative view on the world. There was a period in my life, that my best friend John will attest to, that was a very dark time. It was like the period in the galaxy far, far away between Episodes 3 and 4.  I had become very depressed and cynical. I can say now, it was the saddest I've ever been in my life so far. It made me uncomfortable to be around. No one WANTS to be around an unhappy pessimist. Today, I feel fortunate that I snapped the fuck out of it. My glass isn't half full. It IS full. Because honestly, why the hell shouldn't it be?

Let's face facts right now. The truth of the matter is...YES. The world can suck. It can be discriminatory, disturbing, disgusting, discouraging, dejecting and dispiriting. I would hope that no one would actually disagree with that. But, at the same time, life is a many splendid thing. It lifts us up where we belong. Without life, there would be nothing. The truth is, the planet we all live on, is Earth and while it is argued to be run by a small sector of people who don't have everyone's best interests in mind, it's still our planet. We need to accept things. Acceptance to me, seems to be the key. Once you come to an understanding of the wickedness of it all, and just lay the cards on the table, then you can finally move forward. Yeah, shit sucks, there's child molesters, greedy fucks, murderers, dog punchers, war enthusiasts, and many more monsters scouring this big blue ball of life, but hey....THAT is life.

Since all that really matters is YOUR life, then it seems obvious that people should basically live the way THEY want to live. I do believe that everyone has the right to do what they think is best for them, just as long as they're not intentionally hurting others or the planet while doing it.

I've heard people say things like:
"Well, you know, really, we're born, we live, and we die. So really, what's the point of it all?"

While that is true. We are born, we do live, and we inevitably die, that doesn't mean we have to spend the 70-90 year period on this beautiful world in a constant state of negativity and unhappiness. What a waste of time. The following is a response from a person whose opinion I greatly respect, when I asked him, "What's the meaning of life?"....

"To have as much fun as possible."

So to those people who say, What's the point? I say this:

Fun, love, happiness, sex, drugs, movies, food, the outdoors, alcohol, music, friendships, family, knowledge, surprises.

Now those are just a few of the things that I personally love about life. How cool is it that we have the opportunity to watch 'The Avengers' or eat an ice cream sandwich? There's literally millions of trees that we can climb. And that shit is totally fun. Sometimes, it really is the little things that count. So you really should ask yourself...What are YOU living for?

The following are responses from some of my friends and family when I asked what the meaning of life was to them:


"Love, happiness, success and legacy"

"Life is about experiencing everything and anything that makes you happy. To be on your deathbed
and simply say "that was so much fun""

"To cooperate with the Universe's pattern and thrive"

"FBGM"


"-To experience a full range of human emotion.
-To question everything in search of truth.
-To understand that life is not about knowledge, power, and money - but mystery.
-To choose happiness.
-To love other humans and interact with them."


"The meaning of life is to answer to the one true gift we have. FREE WILL. To fight your free will, to go against your natural instinct is sin. We as humans have a gift, free will. Be free, stay free and think free."


"All in all, life is subjective, just like Aristotle said. Define your parameters and 
find your own damn meaning. Also, having fun is cool, too."


"In my opinion there is no meaning. It's the arrogance of man to assume a grand position in the scheme of the galaxy."

""You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life. -Albert Camus""

"42"

"I don't know so much about the meaning of life, but I've always felt that the purpose of life is to learn and experience as much as possible. And don't be a cunt."



-Dom

Strange Days

For anyone who has read my previous posts, you'll notice that I frequently talk about the 333 phenomenon.
On August 23rd, 2012 (I think it's significant to note that the following events occurred on 23) I "accidentally" discovered a new blog while perusing the interwebs for some synchronistic goodies.  The blog in question is Mike Clelland's 'Hidden Experience'. So I'm scrolling through, just browsing, when 333 shows up. Of course it does. He has a post about a recent podcast he's done where he discusses 333 and its relation to UFOs. This is news to me. I've been probing the history of this number for the last 2 years, and never found any overwhelming evidence of it's connection with extraterrestrials. Besides of course the fact that Roswell, NM is located on the 33rd parallel and that the mountain that 33% of the angels descended upon, was supposedly on this same line.  I immediately download the podcast.

Mike talks about his own number syncs, specifically with 12345 and how he conversed with a girl named Megan on facebook. A woman who claimed to have been abducted by UFOs.  One night, he's watching the film 'Catfish' and the movie freezes on the scene occurring when the main character says something along the lines of, "Megan isn't who she said she is." Mike notices to his surprise that the timer on the DVD player reads, 1 hour 23 minutes and 45 seconds.  Later he discusses the 333/UFO connection.  3:33 am being a common time where people report having otherworldly encounters. 3:33 am also being a time where the human body would essentially be at its weakest and most vulnerable. His interview ended, and no more than second later, I look at the clock to make sure I won't run late for work. The oven clock reads 1:23 pm. If that wasn't a sign hitting me over the head, I don't what is.



I decided to look in to this alien abduction enigma more intently.  I found it very intriguing that not only is a number I've been seeing since puberty is involved but also owls. I can't remember when it started, but for at least 5 years now, I've had an urging to be surrounded by the animals. Now it's to the point where there are a dozen or so owl trinkets sitting on my bookcase, watching over me every night and the collection only continues to expand.  This is where "paranoia" steps in. A flood of thoughts fills my head. It's not possible I've been abducted right? I've never given the idea much thought. If any.  It seems to me that if you've had an experience with something beyond a human, that there would be some remnants of said event.  That's the problem with traumatic events though. The human mind is so powerful that if an individual experiences something overwhelmingly disturbing or intense, or perhaps just something so odd that it doesn't fit in your reality construct, then you will "forget" about it. Some inklings of a memory may remain or you might wipe it out completely. Repressed memories. They are scary. So I guess that the aliens doing these abductions could be using a technology that strictly inhibits recalling specific memories on their prey.  But also, it could be a simpler explanation. That these beings could be wiping their memory, but can't battle the overall power of the human mind. That sometimes, a human's consciousness will refuse to forget about something, and continually put forward clues for its host body to re-discover the truth.

And just a nice little synchrotastic log to add to the fire...
After listening to this podcast, I just wanted to see if my blog was coming up on google. So I searched '333 Dominic Risso'.  The first page was a man named Dominic Rizzo's twitter account. His handle of course being @drizz333.

And now the clincher. After I did a little research, I decided to e-mail Mike. Any time I see someone talk about 333, I'll go out of my way to ask them for assistance in my ongoing quest for answers. Mike was kind enough to write me back. He said: "...I am not sure what these might mean, but I sense it is a cosmic "urging" to pay attention. Beyond that, i can't really say." I found it interesting because when I conversed with synchromystic blogger, Christopher C. Myers, he said something very similar. I couldn't help but think though, "WHAT AM I PAYING ATTENTION TO???"  The next day, on August 24th, I woke up to news about a shooting at the empire state building. Just another shooting to add to the list, which seem to be occurring quicker than every before.  The shooting of course took place primarily on 33rd street.

In closing, I can't say I was abducted or that I even believe such a possibility is plausible. I'm very skeptical of the whole alien abduction phenom. But regardless, I've learned throughout the last couple years, that when the universe presents things to you in such an abrupt fashion, that even if it is balls to the walls owl shit crazy, that it's not a bad thing to look in to it.  It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. You can be an atheist and read the bible and not burst in to flames.

-Dom

Lost in the Fog

'Lost in the Fog'
by Dominic Albert Risso


I was born in to a world, almost like a product on to an assembly line.
I adopted my surroundings, because I had no other choice.
I was taught about dogmas and archetypes, that everyone else was already
worshiping for years before my birth.
I was just as lost as all my peers.
And to this day, remain to be.