Sunday, August 18, 2013

Holy Fucking Shit!

My Mother is a saint. I love her dearly.
But truth be told, she's usually in bed by 7 on any given night.
So to get a text from her at 9:42 her time, 10:42 mine, is strange enough.

So I'm sitting on my bed in New Mexico while she's in Lake Tahoe.

I'm listening to a song my friend John turned me on to called Clean Elvis by Dan Reeder.



I'm at the part where he sings the words..."I will always love you"

It's at this PRECISE moment in time that my Mom decides to text me out of the blue to say, verbatim: 
"I will always love you!"



WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?!?

-Dom

P.S. I love you too Mom!

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Candy & the Green Chile Aroma

Long time no post, but have no fear, for this week was full of intrigue and esoteric goodies.

I recently got into Scott Onstott's work. A very enlightening individual.

I had the pleasure of downloading his interview on Red Ice Radio.

Something he mentioned that really piqued my interest was the connection between the speed of light and the location of the Great Pyramids.



It seems that no matter how hard you might try to ignore it, there will always be patterns, nearly everywhere.

So this morning, my Father and I are discussing a recent Area 51 disclosure. If you can even call it that. I mentioned how the really interesting aspects of all this "Hidden Information" is the stuff that people know but are sworn to secrecy. Either literally or just by their own fear or confusion.  I was thinking how the REALLY juicy forbidden fruit is truly unknowable. 

Fast forward a few hours. I'm at work, carrying some boxes to a woman's car.  Her name is Candy.

The grocery store next to my work is roasting green chile (A New Mexican tradition).  Candy, perhaps just making small talk, says: "You're probably too young to know this, but that's how San Francisco smelled in the 60s"  Now I assumed Frisco in the 60s smelled more like pot and jizz, but that's just me.  She goes on to say how she worked for the army in the presidio and attended UC Berkeley and briefly touched on how she knew about some military knowledge. Namely advanced technology. She told me how she would hear about government funded technology and then a year later see a film, featuring said technology.  The one movie she mentioned was "Meteor" starring Sean Connery and Natalie Wood.  A movie I will be watching later tonight.  Candy goes on to talking about the original Star Trek series. Mentioning how they had doors that opened when you walked up to them, and now every business has the same thing. Candy: "Sometimes, someone has an idea for something but doesn't know how to physically create it. They put this idea out there and someone else is able to create it."  Back to her stint at UC Berkeley, of course she was an Egyptology major.  So this is when I ask her about the speed of light correlation. She had heard of it before and said, "There are a lot of strange things in the world. My husband and I used to own a ranch next to the desert where the "UFO" apparently crashed in Roswell. Sometimes you can't avoid it."


Yes, I had to use the poster that featured the WTC
It's always refreshing, being able to talk to someone about these subjects. My co-workers had little to no interest in my conversation with her and simply responded with a "Well, there's a lot of crazy people in this town."

The problem is, eccentricity is not necessarily insanity. I believed what she said. There was such a confidence to her voice and she didn't seem the least bit nutty. 



-Dom


Thursday, May 23, 2013

A bit further down the rabbit hole I go

I'll start this one off just assuming that no one has read my maiden post or the ones following it. Here's a brief rundown of my experience with the numbers 33 and 333. 

It began in the mid-later part of 2002. I was a 16 year old sophomore in a small town in the valley of California. I did have access to the internet but this was a time when the internet we know was in diapers. You couldn't just look up anything like you can now. I can't say the exact moment it happened, but at some point in this time of my life, I began seeing the numbers 33 and 333 everywhere. It would always show up on receipts, the back of sports jerseys, randomly spray painted on a baseball dugout at my Mother's old elementary school in Belmont, CA.  There was a point where I realized, okay, I'm seeing this much more often than I should. I told my family and friends about it but no one seemed to have much interest in it. Some thought I was exaggerating. Others believed I was purposely looking for them. My classmates at the time scared me into thinking that March 3, 2003 (3-3-03) would be the day of my death. That date came along and nothing happened. After that, the numbers seemed to go away. Possibly because I was trying to ignore it or just going through a transitional period of my life when the real world was about to approach. It wasn't until about 5 years later that the numbers returned in full force. And now, in 2013, I still see them daily. Now that the internet is a functionable resource tool, I felt it was time to finally get to the bottom of this weirdness.  To my surprise, it turned out that this phenomenon is not totally uncommon. People have reported for a while that they too see patterns in numbers. 333 is a spiritual or angel number if you will. The following are some common interpretations:

Seeing any repeating number is a sign that there is a current issue in your life and the numbers are a sign to get you to pay attention. It is a persons subconscious trying to make them aware of something consciously.

Number 333 resonates with the vibrations and energies of number 3, appearing three times, tripling its influences. 

"This sign indicates that your Spirit Guides agree with your thoughts and feelings and could be interpreted as a Cosmic 'Yes!' to questions you have asked or ideas you may have."

So let's get in to the "3" aspect of all of this. Here's where it gets a little weird.
I am the 3rd son to my Mother.
She is the 3rd child of her Mother.
I was raised on 3rd street.
I was born on January 3rd.
These are all objective facts. Whether or not they mean anything beyond a simple coincidence, I may never well know.

But it doesn't stop there.
This is a card my Mother had to fill out on the day I entered this material realm. 


 Notice the room number is 330A. It was scratched out and replaced with a 321B. I asked my Mom why this was. She doesn't remember why she wrote anything the way she did. Maybe I was born in the 33 room and placed in 32 with the other newborns? I can't say. The fact of the matter is, a 33 was written down on the day of my birth. 

After I found this card while looking through a box of old memories, I found the certificate for my baptism.


The envelope having a 33 in the zip code for where my family lived in 1986.


And the baptism itself occurring on March 30 (3-30).

But it doesn't stop there.


 That's a 333 on the back of my social security card. Ya know, that vital piece of documentation given to you when you become an official resident of this reality?

I feel like these are all big, cosmic signs that at this point, are just beating me over the head, screaming, "PAY ATTENTION!" But to what?

I suppose it's anyones guess at this point. A part of me feels like the answers are all inside me and it's only a matter of knowing where and how to look. 

In a few days, I will be moving back to New Mexico for a 3rd time. Hoping that it will be a charm. To a house with an address reading 1133. 
I hit a very low point in my life last month, and things got scary. Thoughts of suicide had entered into my head for the first time in my life. It was a shock to my system and really jolted me awake. I can safely say now that those thoughts are so ridiculously frightening that I will do whatever I can to make sure I never have them again. The one thing that made me not go through with a very devastating and fatal decision was the note I would leave behind. I realized while thinking about writing it, that it would be too long. There are so many people in my life that I appreciate more than words could ever express. There are so many thoughts and feelings I want to share, but haven't yet. It made me realize that if that's the case, then how depressed can I really be? I also came to the conclusion that maybe sometimes, you have to hit your lowest point before you can begin climbing back to the top. The morning after I had these morbid feelings infect my consciousness, I found this on the windshield of my car...


Inside the paper was a 10$ gift card to Safeway. I guess it's important to note too that I've never received anything like this before. For whatever reason, the person who decided to place this on my car felt like mine was more worthy than the 12 others cars on my street? 

It is undeniable to me, that there is something going on in this world far beyond any of our comprehension. Perhaps these subtle signs are just glimpses into the true reality. 
What that reality is...is anyone's guess.

-Dom




Saturday, May 4, 2013


"Is this real?"

"Who's to say? How are we to know?"

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

A poem by my dear friend, Aislinn.

Aislinn is a friend I feel so deeply connected with it sometimes startles me. It startles me because I've never met Aislinn in person. Though I've been lucky enough to call her my friend for the last 4 years.  I'm always excited when she writes something new and am very thrilled to be able to share her work. She's been kind enough to let me post her poem, DROGUE. I'm smitten with it. Ya know what? I will not be surprised in the least if when I die and depart this material realm and head toward the ether, that the divine creator of all creation will tell me:

"Your souls were somehow linked together from the beginning. You two knew each other before the fabric of time was even sewn."

Not to sound like an intergalactic creeper, but I really do think she might be my soul mate. And if not...friendies for life y'all! I mean Aislinn means "Dream" so maybe that's the universe subtly saying:
"Pfft. Yeah, keep dreaming buddy." 

Without further ado...


-Dom

Monday, April 8, 2013

A Bag of Eyeballs

I'm always watching a seemingly random order of television episodes pulled from different genres. Netflix makes it very easy. Also hulu, crackle and of course YouTube (the original gangsta).

I had already watched all of 'Workaholics' before Saturday night, but some episodes slipped from my memory. I decided to revisit Season 3's Episode 4: "To Kill a Chupacabraj". At one point, when the main trio are trying to intimidate their hostage, they pull the old 'blindfolded grape eyeballs in a bag trick'. But since this is a comedy, they use a clear plastic bag and forget to blindfold the guy. This episode was originally released on June 19, 2012.


A couple hours pass and I've watched other shows and movies.

There's an animated series that I've been hearing about/seeing on t-shirts for a while now. Cartoon Network's 'Adventure Time'. The first season was recently added to netflix so I decided to give it a chance. I randomly chose an episode. Episode 11: "Wizard", for obvious reasons (wizards are awesome). This one premiered on May 10, 2010. The two main characters are training with a frog/sentient sperm swarm sorcerer to become full fledged wizards. One of the tests just so happens to be the old 'blindfolded grape eyeballs in a bag trick'.



In my opinion, these were two completely random episodes to choose to watch in such tight proximity of one another.  Plus the episodes weren't even halloween themed or shown originally in October.

Also I'd like to note that I was pleased that the hype around 'Adventure Time' didn't disappoint. The show is pretty cool.

So what does this mean (if anything)? 
Are my eyeballs in danger?
Is there something I should be looking at?
Am I focused on something I shouldn't be?
OR
Am I seeing things the way they should be seen?



-Dom