Lions have been coming up a lot lately. I read Alan Abbadessa's article on Obama as the Lion King about a week or two ago. I heard mention of a green lion in a podcast, only to bring my attention to my painting of a green lion on my wall next to me. I can't even tell you where I got the idea to paint a green lion three months ago. My friend and I were talking about lions the other day and how much we both liked them. A conversation that I initiated. Last night, she visited town from Utah for the holidays. Her and I and some friends were at the local bar, catching up, as an inside joke now, I hugged her goodbye and yelled, LION HUG! Then we parted ways. I was driving home by myself, listening to pandora radio on my phone. 'The Righteous Brothers' station. She text me to say how good it was to catch up. I replied with a, "LION HUG!" text. Not a minute later, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" comes on pandora. Haven't heard that song in at least two years. Probably much longer.
-Dom
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Sync Book Fool Sync
Tonight I chose a tarot card at random. I got this:
My first thought was, "Cool, he looks like a super hero. Like Green Arrow. Or maybe even Loki. Even though Loki wasn't a "hero" per se." A few hours later, I'm reading Jake Kotze's chapter of 'The Sync Book' by Alan Abbadessa-Green and a smile appears on my face after I read the following words:
"In order to notice that one thing-event (situation, object or symbol) has an affinity to another, often means being "loose" with our associations. In a sense, to see and understand sync we must become fools--free from the limitations, but not the benefits, of mind."
Gotta love synchronicity.
If you haven't checked out Alan's book yet, I highly recommend it.
-Dom
Sunday, November 13, 2011
My first lucid dream: A Tale of Fire and Ice
I have always been fascinated by dreams. I think everyone should be, considering we spend 1/3 of our lives having them. For the last couple years, I have been trying to induce a lucid dream. Which in the most basic of terms is being aware of what is happening while in a dream state. Yesterday morning, I achieved this long time goal and couldn't be happier.
I awoke at 8:30am. Knowing that I had another hour to sleep in, I decided to nod off to dream land once more. The following occurred at some point between 8:30am and 9:30am.
I am walking down the main street of my home town of Ripon, California, when all of a sudden, I am "awake". I look at my hands and at my surroundings and realize that I am dreaming. I decide to put my imagination to the test, seeing as how I could wake up in my bed, at any second. I look over across the street to see one of the big, caged tow trucks used for transporting multiple cars at a time. I point my hand toward it in a Magneto-ish fashion and think "BEND THE METAL". The metal of the truck bends backward. Then I think to myself, "SPRAY FIRE". The twisted steel then spews a stream of fire on to the tree next to it. I am amazed by this. I decide to go further. I continue walking down the street and see a man selling fruit or trinkets of some kind. He looks like a less attractive Paul Rudd. I think to myself, "FREEZE HIM". I point my finger at the stranger and concentrate on an icy mist spraying out of the tip of my pointer finger. At first, nothing happens. I get closer to him and concentrate harder. A little spray of ice releases. I get even closer, to the point where I'm inches away from him. I think to myself again, "FREEZE!". An icy mist comes out and freezes the man in his track. This is awesome! Anything is possible. Now it's time to fly. I run and jump in to the air. I stay floating for a bit, like I'm on the moon, but eventually float back down to the sidewalk. I try a few more times but can't seem to get off the ground long enough. Maybe I need to be higher up. I start to climb a tree in order to get on to the roof of a building. While I'm doing this, I notice a family in a backyard looking up at me in shock. It's around this point that I awake.
I can't even begin to describe the feeling of this new found freedom. I can only hope that it becomes a regular occurrence. My imagination is a lot bigger than just blazing trees and freezing Paul Rudd look-a-likes.
Another detail to add is that I was waking up at 9:30 to attend a family event. Keep in mind, at this point, I have not told anyone about my dream. While there, one of my cousins that I have not seen in 4 months, mentions in passing:
"I have a photo of you on my phone."
Me: "What's the photo of?
"You, climbing a tree."
Dream on, dreamers.
-Dom
I awoke at 8:30am. Knowing that I had another hour to sleep in, I decided to nod off to dream land once more. The following occurred at some point between 8:30am and 9:30am.
I am walking down the main street of my home town of Ripon, California, when all of a sudden, I am "awake". I look at my hands and at my surroundings and realize that I am dreaming. I decide to put my imagination to the test, seeing as how I could wake up in my bed, at any second. I look over across the street to see one of the big, caged tow trucks used for transporting multiple cars at a time. I point my hand toward it in a Magneto-ish fashion and think "BEND THE METAL". The metal of the truck bends backward. Then I think to myself, "SPRAY FIRE". The twisted steel then spews a stream of fire on to the tree next to it. I am amazed by this. I decide to go further. I continue walking down the street and see a man selling fruit or trinkets of some kind. He looks like a less attractive Paul Rudd. I think to myself, "FREEZE HIM". I point my finger at the stranger and concentrate on an icy mist spraying out of the tip of my pointer finger. At first, nothing happens. I get closer to him and concentrate harder. A little spray of ice releases. I get even closer, to the point where I'm inches away from him. I think to myself again, "FREEZE!". An icy mist comes out and freezes the man in his track. This is awesome! Anything is possible. Now it's time to fly. I run and jump in to the air. I stay floating for a bit, like I'm on the moon, but eventually float back down to the sidewalk. I try a few more times but can't seem to get off the ground long enough. Maybe I need to be higher up. I start to climb a tree in order to get on to the roof of a building. While I'm doing this, I notice a family in a backyard looking up at me in shock. It's around this point that I awake.
I can't even begin to describe the feeling of this new found freedom. I can only hope that it becomes a regular occurrence. My imagination is a lot bigger than just blazing trees and freezing Paul Rudd look-a-likes.
Another detail to add is that I was waking up at 9:30 to attend a family event. Keep in mind, at this point, I have not told anyone about my dream. While there, one of my cousins that I have not seen in 4 months, mentions in passing:
"I have a photo of you on my phone."
Me: "What's the photo of?
"You, climbing a tree."
Dream on, dreamers.
-Dom
Friday, November 11, 2011
Chewing Tobbacky
Last night I had a dream about my home town of Ripon, California. It's a common theme in my dreams. Spending 23 years in one town will do that to you I guess. The first part of my dream, or at least the first part I remembered, took place in a liquor store. Nothing too unusual since I frequently go to liquor stores. In the dream, I was buying items that I would have normally bought in my waking life. Except for one thing. Chewing Tobacco. The skoal kind in the round plastic tin. Let me just say, I don't smoke cigarettes and I have never even tried chewing tobacco. I honestly find it to be very disgusting and would never want it anywhere near my teeth or gums. The dream continued and I eventually woke up and wrote down the events in a notebook, like I normally do. The next morning, I go to work and have a very routine day. In the afternoon, I'm walking down the aisle and I see an object on the ground. I reach down to pick it up and see that it's an empty tin of Skoal Chewing Tobacco. Very strange. I have never came across old tins of chewing tobacco in my every day life, yet alone at Big Lots. Which by the way, does not sell tobacco products. What an odd 11/11/11.
-Dom
-Dom
The Maiden Post
As far as the interweb is concerned, I am very new to the world of synchronicity and synchromysticism. I am still in the early stages of getting the basics down, as far as literature on the subject goes. Taking a note from Alan Abbadessa-Green, I am starting this blog as a diary for the strange events that are occurring in both my waking and sleeping life. So just to get things started, let me tell you all a little about myself.
My name is Dominic Risso. I am 25 years old, never had a serious job, and am finally becoming comfortable with that fact. I have been immersed in film and art for my entire life. My Mother tells me that when I was at the ripe age of 1, my favorite movies included 'Bambi' and 'Robocop'. I have two older brothers. As children, we would use the family camcorder to make our own movies. Usually spoofs of 'Rocky V', 'Home Alone', and 'Aliens'. Through out my childhood in to my teenage years, I continued to make short films and skits with my friends. I still make them to this day. I would say my ideas have progressed through out the years, but alas, I've never been paid in lieu of my film making skills. I probably wouldn't have it any other way.
When I was a freshman in high school, a strange thing began to occur. I started seeing the numbers 333 and 33, EVERYWHERE. Receipts, graffiti, football jerseys. I didn't know what to make of this and since I wasn't aware of the internet at that time, I had no way of figuring out what the hell was going on. I always thought of it as something bad. Like a curse or a warning. At one point, I honestly expected March 3rd, 2003 to be the date of my death. 3/3/3 came and went and after a few weeks from that date, the numbers started to recede.
Fast forward 7 years. After a brief stint in New Mexico, while trying to get my life in order, I moved back to my old stomping grounds of the California Central Valley. I moved in with my eldest brother. A person who has always been in to cool things like UFOs, conspiracies, mysticism, and anything esoteric. After living with him for a month or two, a delightful little surprise plopped in to my lap. 333 and his son, 33 graced me with their presence once again. Now I knew that it was time to figure out what this was all about. I simply googled, "Seeing 333 everywhere". To my joy, I discovered that maybe this wasn't a bad omen after all.
333 - 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.
After reading this and other information on the history of the number, I decided to embrace this strange happenstance with open arms. I began to think of myself as lucky. Perhaps something bigger than myself and maybe the entire universe was choosing to communicate with me.
I grew up in a Catholic household. I was forced to go to church every Sunday until I was 18 years old. Suffices to say, I stopped going on my 18th birthday. I hold no hard feelings toward the religion, I simply just didn't get it. I never felt what I was constantly told I was "supposed" to feel. From 18-25, I honestly didn't know if I believed in a higher power. It wasn't until this last year that I really started figuring out what I believed in. I'm happy to say that I have become a lot more spiritual than I ever was in the past. And to be honest, I feel right at home. I'm still on this personal journey toward self-discovery and I realize that it is a journey that never ends. But let me tell you, I'm diggin' the ride. I couldn't be happier, learning these new things that just click with me.
It was early 2011 that I began to watch Jake Kotze's amazing videos. I was introduced to synchronicity and synchromysticism for the first time, but to be honest, I felt as if I always knew what it was, I just didn't know what to call it until now. When I was a child, I was constantly coming up with ideas for films., whether they be simple synopses or full scripts. I was always confused/surprised to later discover that a film in Hollywood was being made with the exact same plot. If this were to happen today, I would either chalk it up to me reading about it on a movie site, and "forgetting", or more extensively, realizing that once an idea is formed, it is then part of this collective cloud of consciousness (333) that everyone has the ability to tap in to either subconsciously or unconsciously.
This thing called existence is a pretty bizarre carnival ride we're all on. I'm still trying to figure out my place in it all. I've always been a very joyful, easy-going, happy person, so I like to think that maybe my contribution to this world is to spread happiness like mayo on a slice of bread. And maybe even turn some people on to synchronicity in the process.
Like I said, this is starting off as a diary of these strange events, but who knows what will come out of it.
Only time will tell.
Enjoy 'Synchrotastic'.
-Dom
My name is Dominic Risso. I am 25 years old, never had a serious job, and am finally becoming comfortable with that fact. I have been immersed in film and art for my entire life. My Mother tells me that when I was at the ripe age of 1, my favorite movies included 'Bambi' and 'Robocop'. I have two older brothers. As children, we would use the family camcorder to make our own movies. Usually spoofs of 'Rocky V', 'Home Alone', and 'Aliens'. Through out my childhood in to my teenage years, I continued to make short films and skits with my friends. I still make them to this day. I would say my ideas have progressed through out the years, but alas, I've never been paid in lieu of my film making skills. I probably wouldn't have it any other way.
When I was a freshman in high school, a strange thing began to occur. I started seeing the numbers 333 and 33, EVERYWHERE. Receipts, graffiti, football jerseys. I didn't know what to make of this and since I wasn't aware of the internet at that time, I had no way of figuring out what the hell was going on. I always thought of it as something bad. Like a curse or a warning. At one point, I honestly expected March 3rd, 2003 to be the date of my death. 3/3/3 came and went and after a few weeks from that date, the numbers started to recede.
Fast forward 7 years. After a brief stint in New Mexico, while trying to get my life in order, I moved back to my old stomping grounds of the California Central Valley. I moved in with my eldest brother. A person who has always been in to cool things like UFOs, conspiracies, mysticism, and anything esoteric. After living with him for a month or two, a delightful little surprise plopped in to my lap. 333 and his son, 33 graced me with their presence once again. Now I knew that it was time to figure out what this was all about. I simply googled, "Seeing 333 everywhere". To my joy, I discovered that maybe this wasn't a bad omen after all.
333 - 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.
After reading this and other information on the history of the number, I decided to embrace this strange happenstance with open arms. I began to think of myself as lucky. Perhaps something bigger than myself and maybe the entire universe was choosing to communicate with me.
I grew up in a Catholic household. I was forced to go to church every Sunday until I was 18 years old. Suffices to say, I stopped going on my 18th birthday. I hold no hard feelings toward the religion, I simply just didn't get it. I never felt what I was constantly told I was "supposed" to feel. From 18-25, I honestly didn't know if I believed in a higher power. It wasn't until this last year that I really started figuring out what I believed in. I'm happy to say that I have become a lot more spiritual than I ever was in the past. And to be honest, I feel right at home. I'm still on this personal journey toward self-discovery and I realize that it is a journey that never ends. But let me tell you, I'm diggin' the ride. I couldn't be happier, learning these new things that just click with me.
It was early 2011 that I began to watch Jake Kotze's amazing videos. I was introduced to synchronicity and synchromysticism for the first time, but to be honest, I felt as if I always knew what it was, I just didn't know what to call it until now. When I was a child, I was constantly coming up with ideas for films., whether they be simple synopses or full scripts. I was always confused/surprised to later discover that a film in Hollywood was being made with the exact same plot. If this were to happen today, I would either chalk it up to me reading about it on a movie site, and "forgetting", or more extensively, realizing that once an idea is formed, it is then part of this collective cloud of consciousness (333) that everyone has the ability to tap in to either subconsciously or unconsciously.
This thing called existence is a pretty bizarre carnival ride we're all on. I'm still trying to figure out my place in it all. I've always been a very joyful, easy-going, happy person, so I like to think that maybe my contribution to this world is to spread happiness like mayo on a slice of bread. And maybe even turn some people on to synchronicity in the process.
Like I said, this is starting off as a diary of these strange events, but who knows what will come out of it.
Only time will tell.
Enjoy 'Synchrotastic'.
-Dom
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