A Call from Harm

24/09/2015

It’s Thursday morning, after my thrice-per-week ritual, standing under the assaulting water called ‘showering’. An odd place for an epiphany but, one does not dictate to the Spirits that Be. The waters descended and the thoughts arise into my awaiting mind to behold.

And, what was this beholding? An odd subject that would have many suspecting me of engaging in dreary contemplation, and one could not blame them as mine was the topic of that mysterious of constructs, the inevitable we’re all destined to address. Death, our own and those near and dear, and estranged/strange to us.

What was interesting about this time was the twist in comprehension on this showering occasion. I was visualizing the various constructs of the dying process up to, and including the final breath taken; and, not in the least, the survivors perceptions on all levels available, possible. How did this episode differ? Well, it was the deconstruction process in which I was engaged.

I imagined those given the sentence, knowing that the inevitable was nearer than suspected, or expected as an unexpected prospect. Then there was the ideation of being in the throes of the finale, terminal phase. This was followed by the relations responses, reactions to the prospects; and, this is where I veered from the morose to the opportune. Requesting an answer to age old questions of, ‘What comes next?’, ‘Is there Life after Death, and in what aspect/construct does is exist?’, while attempts at dealing with the emotional-spiritual-psychological ramifications were surfacing with exponential intensities.

Here, the hold onto dear Life was evident, regardless of the duration experienced. Many, or few, loved ones were being left behind and losses are felt to greater and/or lesser degrees, even if the deaths were unexpected/sudden/accidental. Again, the question, ‘Where does one go?’

Then, an answer, acceptable and calming if one is ready/able/willing to comprehend it, ‘From Whence We Came!’ No drama, no fanfare, regardless of emotional conditions present, if one is able to construe one’s emergence process.

Imagine, if you will, that moment of first breath and gasp into this Lifeline, Time/Space continuum; then, all that follows in between, however brief or extensive and circumstantial? The hard part appears to be the living-this-life, and the dread, returning to that forgotten realm of assumed fearful-darkness. Letting go of the fear, the dread, is the challenge of everyone’s lifeline, regardless of cultural bias. If one allows oneself the legacy of an unbiased mindset, an open-mindedness of sorts.

Suffice to say, as the water beat down upon my awakening body, my mind awoke to the concept of Death as a return to a Familiar, awaiting patiently; non-judgmental, ever accepting, regardless of evaluations assigned a priori. I turned off the appropriate-temperature shower and proceeded with preparations to experience whatever Life laid-out ahead for me, and everyone else concerned.

How was your day’s beginning?

Projected Interiors

21/09/2015

It was a relatively calm Sunday morning when the radio announced this was the last day for the Ukrainian Festival on Bloor W, and the Annual Outdoor Art Show in Toronto’s City Hall! Damn, I cannot miss the art show, yet another year! Well, knowing my predilection for art exhibitions, especially when it can be experienced nearby and getting there on foot without stressful journeying, I was sold on where my legs would transport me. It would be a few hours before I could get a move on, days routine contributing in the process.

 

Well, it was 2:30pm before I exited my living quarters, a bit later before exiting the building after greetings and verbal exchanges with friendly neighbours and concierge. In due time I came across a few items on my way worth noting…

 

 

Condo Residence Entranceway

Condo Residence Entranceway

 

 

 

A few steps north

A few steps north

 

 

 

Two-blocks to the west

Two-blocks to the west

 

 

 

44. Weekend OverFlow

Another block west

 

Whereupon, St. James Cathedral announced 2:25pm, as I strolled through its park on my way towards Victoria St to discover…

 

 

Road Closure in progress

Road Closure in progress

 

Turning westward onto Queen St towards Bay Street, I approached my intended experience.

 

 

Toronto Outdoor Art Show  2015

Toronto Outdoor Art Show 2015

 

I was, as usual, taking my time internalizing the internal expressions of those more dedicated than I. Fact remains, unknown to many, I was one of the first to have exhibited and sell a piece (charcoal drawing) 40yrs ago! I simply had little in the way of knowing what I had, could manage given the circumstance in which I lived then. Nonetheless, I managed along my way enjoying the path I tread. There were so many, I was becoming overwhelmed. The feeling of saturation began to grow as I approached this 3dimensional piece called, The Void’s Hierarchy by Elyse Brodeur-Magna:

 

 

Looking from beneath

Looking from directly-beneath

 

 

Outer angle bottom-perspective

Outer angle bottom-perspective

 

 

Standing back

Standing back

 

Much was said about this piece, least of all what each person brought to it on that afternoon. I meandered further to discover this piece getting equal attention, a tourist memory piece…

 

 

Pan-Am/Para Pan-Am fixture

Pan-Am/Para Pan-Am backdrop

 

Not to demean this recent fixture, but the temporary show was in an unnatural competition albeit a ‘respite’ to many. It was a very nice day, climate-wise, and many attempted a gourmand approach due to the show’s duration. I was one who was aware of sensory limitations and begged myself off knowing this was a 3day viewing event, not a 3day event to be viewed in a day unless preference ruled one’s viewing pleasure.

 

One of my take-aways was comparing the unique quality of each artist/exhibitor with socio-political views making up our society made worse by religious arrogance, which was exemplified by critical expressions heard. Art-expressing/imitating-Life, being a catalyst for Life-expressing/imitating-Art without reflection; thereby, lacking in improving the Ways of Life for all.

 

Well, I made my saturated way out of the milieu towards Queen Street to satiate my rising hunger pangs. The gulls were in their usual pandemonium as I passed a father with a stroller. I looked skywards to view this intriguing sight over The Sheraton~

 

 

Monolith Halo

Monolith Halo

 

 

After an appreciative pause, I went on my way westward towards an undetermined destination. Along the way, across the street I spied a site I seldom record, a privacy issues; but, this time – on this day, it seemed apropos…

 

 

Indication of Life

Indication of Life

 

… as it placed the preceding exhibition in the position of being an Oasis in spite of its varied economic positioning for each artist/exhibitor, politics notwithstanding. Not even a block away this site was encountered, with all its trimmings~

 

 

Development Intentions

Development Intentions

 

 

Tagged proposal

Tagged proposal

 

 

Sales Office Maquette

Sales Office Maquette

 

The grand scheme of things are at play before our very eyes and we’re much to self-absorbed to recognize the import, much less realize our participation in these goings on. So, I continued onward heading toward developing famished feeling requiring a decision for satiation. I turned down John St. and looked back to see this site, one of many but this implied more than the obvious.

 

Which Way!??

Which Way!??

 

And, so, after meandering about the downtown area, and a few inquiring excursions which included telephone calls, I elected to treat myself to a meal at the TIFF Canteen. A place where the food is good, somewhat pricy on occasion but manageable on others such as this one. I settled in to enjoying a salmon over noodles with asparagus and cabbage fare. Very tasty and affordable, considering. This wasn’t the end go it, not by a long walk back.

 

I ventured back towards along King, eastward to Princess whereupon I wanted to close this day with reading the Sunday paper, while enjoying a warm beverage as the day was sinking into a 9C evening after sunny a 21C. So, I found myself sitting in the window doing as intended in the Aroma Espresso Bar, while occasionally viewing pleasant interruptions of passersby, as well as one of the usual scenes…

 

 

One of those days

One of those days

 

There you have it, an impromptu/random/spontaneous Sunday afternoon, downtown Toronto.

Bottled Bee

15/09/2015

Ever had one of those days when an unknown becomes known, and is insufferable? Well, early this month I had such a day and I had to exercise much self-control to not get biblical on insufferable soul in human form. I speak, of course, of a ‘person’ revealed in an earlier posting, ‘Into the WIND system’.

 

After, finally securing a favourable outcome to a disturbing issue, I elected to enjoy a much needed repast to satiate the rising hunger and dizziness from the decreasing adrenaline surge of the affair. This occurred upon obtain a ‘jerk pork meal’ accompanied by a bottle of Cream Soda, something occasionally accompanying such an organic meal of my Jamaican origin.

 

 

Cream Soda

Cream Soda

 

 

While enjoying my repast on a bench, under trees, in an adjoining Parkette, I acquired an unsolicited forager in the form of a bee. Now, this critter would elicit unfair albeit startling reactions from anxious others, but I was content to allow its excursion about the surface of my meal and soda. It kept patrolling my food’s surface but preferred the sweet appeal of my soda. An unwise choice, by my thinking, but it was not in its nature to choose otherwise. After all, the ‘jerk’ spice, although attractive on some level, its sensibilities could not supersede the allure of ‘sugar’. So, it was to find the bottle of soda its target of operations and proceeded it excursion to a surprising turn of events.

 

 

Explorer

Explorer

 

 

Upon exploring and, possibly, securing gleaned nectar for its effort, accidentally slipped in and fell into the liquid it wasn’t intending familiarity. I noticed its demise and wondered about saving its adventurous life. Well, as luck would have it, it seemed for its sake, I was dining with chop-sticks. Something I felt inclined to do on this occasion. To not affect the cram soda’s flavour I licked the wooded stick, removing the jerk sauce, and inserted it into the bottle whereupon the bee was quick to get to and scurry up to safety and fly-away-free! I resumed eating, having a sense of satisfaction in saving-a-life.

 

Unfortunately, that was not to be the end of it. Less than a few moments later, this Bee returned. I’m certain it was the same one as there were no others around at the time, there was no ‘signalling’ for patrol replacement as the same course of action was resumed. The bottle of cream soda was its continued focus, this time with more cautious movements around the lip of the bottle. I ate, it scouted the rim and lip, then daringly began to extend its range of motion. Eventually, the ‘sweet’ got the better of it, as I neared the end of my meal, and once more if succumbed to lack-of-surface grip and fell into the drink.

 

 

Intrepid

Intrepid

 

 

This time I wasn’t as quick to secure its freedom and allowed it to struggle a few seconds, which may have seemed interminable for this specie! As I was not intent on it perishing, I inserted the chop stick once more, this time it was not so dry as the first occurrence, but it did acquire the wood’s surface grip and steadily crawled out. It slipped down the side of the bottle onto a portion of the bench on which I sat, fluttered/shuddered to extricate itself before the stickiness took its toll. Eventually, it was dry enough, safe for flight, and took to the air staying aloft while I readied myself to resume my walk home.

 

I watched it roaming around, becoming stronger until we both completed our due diligence; it clearing its sensibilities I could only presume and I deposited my wastes into the appropriate receptacles and packaging my unfinished portions to take home for later enjoyment. We got our bearings and went on our separate ways, it to its hive and me to mine, engaging with the city’s passing backdrop while I resumed my feeling of satisfaction of having saved-a-life albeit until its naturally/unnaturally scheduled passage, as we all will.

 

 

Undaunted

Undaunted

 

 

I gather my title may be more accurately titled, ‘Unbottled Bee’ but I’ll keep it for its alliterative tone. In passing, on my way to my writing corner, I was called upon to exercise yet another choice of action by stepping over another struggling Bee on the pavement whereon I walked. What are the odds, eh?

A few weeks ago I had a blip experience of a progressive nature. Aware, but not caring while using ear-buds for my BB phone, I periodically placed inordinate stress upon it to its breaking point. Of course, the breaks hid behind subtle indications until refusal to initiate commands surfaced. This ‘refusal’ was sudden, but what followed was even more startling, because irregular responsiveness began to occur making effort to answer my BB ‘attempts’ garnering strategy developments to communicate with callers. I could no longer connect through the ear-bud’s control device, and it affected the answering/speaker system on the cellular.

I had to use the Speaker-Phone system to hear incoming/outgoing calls, which presented cause for concern as this phone was but 14 months old! Needless to say, a return to WIND Mobile was necessary. This was into day 2, so I thought I’d drop by the satellite outlet in my neighbourhood. Not a beneficial option, likewise the Eaton Centre kiosk sub-level as all were barely dealing with the comings and goings of deer-in-headlight clientele.

My initial stopover was a most irritating experience given the onsight personnel gave little to not attention to inquiring past my introductory explanation of my problem. He simply asked for my phone number and other queries to ascertain the ‘state of my warranty’. He then curtly stated I my warranty was no longer valid and he could do nothing for me. Instant fight-or-flight response to his casual regard! After my initial reaction of “You’ve got to be kidding me! That’s all you’ve got to say to me over a 2 month-past-warranty date?” To this he assented, to which I said this was bull-shit and left the location.

I electedto make the 50minutes trek to the origin of purchase, while making a curious Eaton Centre flyby. Gaining my composure toward the Eaton Centre, I weighed the probabilities of acquiring satisfction and chose to move onto a more probable possibility, arriving 45 minutes later, a mite calmer. I approached a more accepting looking personnel and explained my situation, after a brief introduction implying my previous experience. He was most receptive, and made a simple suggestion of ‘taking out the battery and restarting the device’. This we did, checked the receptivity by calling and listening to my device for incoming/outgoing calls. Apparently, the issue subsided and I departed the origin-of-purchase location relieved and calmer.

Of course, I was to report on my experience at the satellite store’s personnel because, as nice as the 50minutes walk each way was, the Service, or lack thereof, was not promising for both product and customer service for WIND mobile provider. Thus far, the device has been working as previously, with me intending to purchase another ear-bud device, and WIND’s Customer Service contacted me, offered a discount on next-billing and an apology for the poor-regard service. I tahnked them for the offer, and replied they’re not to reply but more adequate training is required if they’re not to have possible loss-of-customers through such treatments by employees.

I am thankful for their timely response, as well as the service received at the point-of-purchase location. Now, onto the purchae of an adequate listening attachment and next billing’s indication! Isn’t Life grand, by all it’s vicissitudes!??

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Life in Dreams

13/09/2015

We all take turns as observers in this Life of Dreams, as a line in a Shakespearean play states, “All the world’s a stage, and the people merely players, making their entrances and exits accordingly”, or something resembling that. But, have you ever taken the time to deconstruct those visuals as they intimately relate? Even in the face of the onslaught of media-hype, some accepted as news devolving of late?

Granted, many have opted to make their dreams life dramas, even melodramatic; ofttimes, melancholic only to end. Maybe, these endings are not as melodramatic as their survivors have dreamed them to be? Come to think of it, were these endings already an integral part of the original scenario, if not just an alternative?

This brings me to those unfortunates, generally agreed to be ‘unfortunate’ because we deem them to be so by comparison. I make this presumption from a retrospective thought. You see, like many, I was never born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Come to think of it, there might not even have been a spoon, if not a shared one! Also, like many, I’ve lived an interrupted life. I won’t go into details here, you’ll have to wait for my Bio-Narrative to hit the shelves, and me the promotional trail, for those tasty morsels.

Suffice-to-say, I’ve had several interruptions along the way to my present, almost at seven year intervals; coincidence or synchronicity? To that decision you’re my beneficiaries. On track. These interruptions brought with them options and changes up until recently were outside my purview of manageability. Not to say I made no contributions to their results. Regardless of what others say, want believed, in fact, is believed; I made choices when the journey began. I was not-a-victim. Another belief agreed upon in this timeline. This is also not to say some of these occurrences were not appalling, if not also downright deadly. I’m simply presenting a perspective that’s not entertained due to its responsibility factor. There are no scapegoats, no one culture/organization/person/system on which to lay-sole-blame!

Comparison-making is the major player in the ‘unfortunate’ and ‘victimology’ scenario. The belief has been presented in the form and manner implying that Life would grind to a halt and come apart at the seams, fragmenting and dismantling everything ‘we’ hold dear. Questions: what grinding; come apart how; at what seams, where; what is it we ‘hold’ dear; who are ‘we’; and what life? Many assumptions are accepted without question, or reasoning; and, subsequently, acted upon mainly in the best interest and benefit of a select few while giving the impression the ‘majority’ involved are in the mix. Hence, the unfortunates which is rarely a self-analysis and more an outside diagnosis whereby there’s not true responsibility. There is, however, an other-to-blame. Getting the picture? Time to expand the parameters without giving the other plot away.

Many of my interruptions steered me here, along an otherwise irregular path and I can trace my choices along the way with varying results. But, as I ask/began to say earlier, “What about people deemed ‘unfortunate’ at varying levels?” There are those living in so-called developed nations, then you have the ‘developing’ nations and, the still ‘undeveloped’ nations. Among all these there are gradients of existence, of living conditions, if you will. Even within these so-called developed nations there are acknowledged living conditions reflective of undeveloped nations. How this is possible is everyone’s guess, few with knowledge and/or understanding.

How did this all come about, under whose watch. Is this where Religion came in? To make sense of it all, at whatever the cost and/or until Science relates it rationally!?? Granted, there are many who prefer to keep it simplistic, thereby rendering responsibility to second-person realms. Again, I ask, is this Life or a Dream of Life? Looking around I see everything as dream state, with the possibility of ‘waking’ a pathway using ‘death’ as a Way-to-Life. Yet another dream in this realm we agree to call Life. It’s all relative!

Conceptualizing

Conceptualizing

There are Facts-of-Life about which, if ever parents seldom reveal to their children. Maybe, it’s because there’s no comfortable way to inform their little ones about these processes in Life. I mean, how do they figure out the details with which they themselves have lived, and tell their offspring(s) in a time-honoured manner that makes sense when they have not had the time-inclination and/or opportunity to reflected upon?

Consider, especially, when they themselves were never updated and/or made aware of such endeavours in a timely manner, throughout their lives. To elaborate in another way, they are unlikely able to teach what they didn’t clearly learn, and were never allowed/inclined towards introspection in order to pass on the practice to their kith and kin.

Where to begin? Ah, yes, the emergence/cradling phase; still, conception’s plausible but it only confounds more.

We arrive in this sphere of existence with predilections unknown, compounded by multi-levelled social norms to learn without conscious filters until much later, which will be biased by then; and, then, making shit up as we grow only to fall in with supporting mindsets/thinking and being none-the-wiser. Thus, it becomes a miracle that we’re literally not a social construct that’s feeding on itself; or, is this one and we’re none-the-wiser!??

The CONUNDRUM, how do we know what we know while we proceed within this process called LIFE!?? Deconstruct the preceding paragraph and you may realize-to-comprehend about which I’m just mildly concerned. I say ‘mildly’ because to take things TOO SERIOUSLY would be self-defeating. Many foolish and wise alike participate in the practice unconsciously. Of course, there are those who are medicated because they appear to be becoming aware of the ‘conundrum’ and could unknowingly unsettle the evolution of this social construct as it is.

Being inside looking out while looking in is maddening at best. Still, one may not deliberate this folly too long before becoming certifiable. We are taught, at various socioeconomic-political levels to secure a place within this sphere-of-existence, because there is no other. Well, be that as it may, is anyone able to/is anyone to know/tell of any another sphere(s) of existence, if it/they can be discovered, and be clearly revealed in the retelling?

It is all a personal journey and, the best that anyone may receive is from parental units who have been recipients of well established lessons from dedicated consciousnesses: from the emergence into this life cycle throughout childhood – the formative years – the pubescent years – early adulthood; and, hopefully, into self-sufficiency. Everything we have in our arsenal for living in this Life is founded on the imprinted data stream living within about which we know next-to-nothing, while tasked with learning and using them as we grow with and/or without guidance, early-during-and/or-later in our lives.

About this, I have some knowledge and am attempting an elaboration from my comprehension- how am I doing?

“A rolling stone gathers no moss”- I have a few perspectives, haven’t you!?? 02/08/15

In Time...

In Time…

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