the power of creativity

the room is dark. the beer is cold. somewhere within the mist of passion lies reason and tranquillity. the moment is everlasting, i fade in and out of it like waking from a dream and drifting back to sleep. somewhere deep in this moment is the essence of who we are.

what is creativity? how can it be harnessed? captured? exercised and nurtured?

we all go about our daily lives, not willing or able to contribute. not willing to try. not willing to give a damn! well i say fuck that. i say fuck it all to hell. it is a shame in our so called modern society we are encouraged to work, encouraged to become robots but we do not even know how to BEGIN when it comes to knowing how to express ourselves. this my friends is very sad to me. i will go as far to say that i would call it a FUCKEN SHAME! 'there are more things in heaven and earth Horatio than that can be explained in your philosophies!' William Shakespeare - Hamlet and we dont even bother to ask what they are.

Life is too short for has beens, wanna bes and to should have dones. Like seriously what the fuck..I have so many good ideas, great conversations, dreams and philosophies and i refuse to settle for this god forsaken general acceptance that this is all that we shall ever be. what happened to general dreaming? what happen to children asked what they want to be when the grow up? and what happened to just simple god dam faith that sometimes against all mainstream thought, against all intuitive reason.. sometimes we just have to let go of the artificially constructed restrictions and bullshit in our minds and start to fly...

i am about to jump and you know what. i am looking foward to it.

fly motherfuckers!

sparking essence

Death is interwoven subtly covered by the fresh breathe of life. The wind whispers something sweet.. I tilt my head as if to tune my ear in hearing it. Another moment passes and I wonder if I need to feel pain to feel alive.. If I speak my mind and listen to my dreams where does the energy need to be channelled into to find purpose.. A moment passing is a beautiful thing, being in that moment and feeling through it is again even more beautiful, I look deeply into this moment and feel something that is.. something real yet not real I wonder if I should stop listening to the wind. I open my heart to the creative mind and let this instant flow. There is nothing except to go deeper, deeper in the now with nothing but love, thoughts, memories fade and you are only left with this space. This feeling of space and time of one over encompassing moment. I am a dream away..

sunday afternoons

I sit here in quiet contemplation. My loneliness engulfs me like a wave of terror of which I have no control. My wine bittersweet both parches my lips and starves my brain. I tinker with the idea of driving. Driving to escape this place of solitude to a place of more life. More people, more choice, more fun and more of everything really I just desire to live. What has become of the passions of our youth? Do the flames die out as quickly as they begin? Somewhere in the midst of the flame of passion, the desire for freedom our thirst for love and energy shall be met and when this desire is quenched it will be beautiful and I will be happy. Peace

tiring days

It has been a tiring day peoples. Relationships once smooth seem like choppy torments. Women who were keen... quite simply seem less keen. The day has been consumed with got to do's instead of 'would like to do's' ah life is in the making now and forever! it amuses me greatly that the expenditure of energy is constantly in deficit for me, always getting pulled to something that I don't want to do. Jesus! Furthermore what sucks the most is that this is meant to be the uni holidays and i find myself becoming undulating in the never ending cycle of bullshit work! WTF is the go with that! I guess if i dint find this job so poisonousness i wouldn't be concerned but unfortunately the conditioning has been skewered to a place of disharmony and disconnectedness!! for once in my miserable little life can i actually work and get ahead? for once can i get some enjoyment out of this pathetic existence that we would call life and harmony working within the bullshit constrains of so called society. what the fuck is the point to it all! society is an artificial construction although meant to provide us with a platform to become more, provide opportunities and liberites is more geared to controlling the people and making us strive for something better and not even for us but for our children. i say fuck society and all that is stands for as it to me stands for fucking nothing. it stands for a bunch of people that are the minority to have 95 percent of all the wealth be internally corrupted and allow the  majority of our population to remain where it is. fucking nowhere.. and fooled to think that we can become so much more that what we are although left my friends with our dicks in our hands because at the end of the day we have nothing and furthermore again we are striving for something that isnt even real. tangible yes. cars money and the pleasures that come with it however we are working and functioning in a big playground where the purpose of life is so much more than that but we are all decived by the bright lights we remain ignorant placid and get distracted to what matters and we are not taught how to ahive it. we are onlty taught to participate, contriubute become a wheel in a machine and then when you have paid all your taxes and are on your deathbed the government say sweet deal another good citizen of australia.

my arguement is this. do not be fooled by the bright lights of society. there are many things to be distracted by and if so great but be aware what really matters is something to strive and fight for because belive me it wont fall in your lap. dont be left like the majority of us are left gaping with our dicks in our hands wondering what the fuck is it all for and if nothing really matters..

go home

steve

harrys blog

lol i wrote on some dudes blog from triple j :-)

This is so true Harry and I totally agree however I think there is so much more than this. The essence of you you are, you reality, individual beliefs I believe is one layer. How much of the things that you believe are really the things that you have consciously chose to adopt and how many have been imprinted on your complacent mind? Looking at the self, at individual truth comprises of only one layer of reality within the complexity of the human mind. Society in my humble opinion has for far to long has controlled and suppressed the way we think. We have become too dependant on reactive thought instead of realising we are beautiful creative beings that have the ability to focus our energy on something real, positive and make change in this eternal moment. This may seem impotent in the face of disaster however I would argue that taking control of your thoughts and feelings in the moment of negativity is even more important. I don't believe in suppressing emotions that are harmful, I believe in moving through them using the creative flow.

My only point is this and hopefully it is an extension to Harry's thoughts not only do we have choices on how we perceive things, I believe we can create our reality with the tools given to us from whatever you want to call it, evolution or spiritual awaking to forge a life of love and freedom now and forever. We just first realise that not only are we awake but inspire to take control and be free.

what is love?

When you are a child you are innocent. No one tells you how to love, how much you should love or who to give your love to. I remember being young and innocent. Only vaguely though as if trying to look back into this time was peering into an alternate reality where the governing laws of who I was were so uncannily different it feels like entering that reality requires crossing to the dream state and you almost have to induce a chemical to be able to relive that again. During this time the heart is pure and wants to give. Now my mind is clouded with uncertainty, artificial social constructions, riddled with doubts and fears. How deep do I have to look within myself to recapture the essence, the purity of what I once was. I believe that love is still alive in all of us. I think that all we every really want is to be truly loved. We want someone to look into the deepest part of our eyes, to the depths of our very soul and feel the embrace of total surrender and a union of human spirit. This is a beautiful thing. I can only image our untapped capabilities as humans to love unhindered, fully, passionately, freely, forcefully, fiercely, passionately and unashamedly. Again I must say again this is so beautiful. It feels that in today's reality one must jump through numerous social constructions to emotionally connect with people on a level that isn't really real. Not unlike giving yourself over through a pane of glass, not knowing how to give your gift, freely, without fear and with love. Your emotions are not received clearly as they are forced to penetrate the glass pane, become distorted and lose their purity and strength and are accepted as only a fractional shadow of the beacon of love they really are. There are two issues here that concern me. This is the first loving wholly without fear and communicating love without the pane of glass and the second is somewhat more depressing. Personally in this moment I am feeling this so I choose to move through this emotion by embracing it and venting it here on this blog. The second part of love that plagues me is this. If you know how to truly love and the barrier of glass has been removed how do you find someone to accept this gift fully whilst not being afraid and by not abusing this trust and love? To resign to oneself is to live partially stammering with fear and uncertainty. I feel in this moment I have had a taste of the beauty of love and again although again it has been ripped away from my me in a whisper in the wind. Although the woman who has reminded me of all the beautiful things that I am missing may not indeed be a life partner and only a friend of a short time i am still left with a fleeting sense of hopelessness, sadness and despair as although I would like to share my gift with a full heart and open mind I cannot again and I remain where I always have been alone and left in the dark..

replacing the fear

I sit here with fear threatening to devour me as it slowly wishes to seduce my mind and dominate my rationale. I breathe in deeply, clear my mind opening to the spectacular oneness of the universe allow myself to be free replacing the deceptiveness of the mind with feelings of love and wonder. Regardless of the energies that encounter me I will remain connected to the source and will remain free. Let those feeling be a guiding hand my friend and align yourself with them. You will find a sense of courage and certainty that is deserving yours and is internally beautiful. Peace my brother.

disheartened sunday

I am sit here alone my room. My twin monitors reflecting back at me incessantly almost as a reminder that although they provide light and a method to access the interconnectedness to the cybernetic reality, they do not provide any spiritual nourishment and in contrary they subtly steal my energy like a leach, cunningly sucking the blood out of a limb which slowly tires me. For some reason my heart feels heavy. I am burdened with a sense of desire and a sense of hopelessness. I feel fear that I could again desire passion and connectivity. I wish to remain alone although alone and complete. My energy feels somewhat displaced as in truth although my focus should remain steered to the path of reason and sensibility I feel a subconscious undercurrent which threatens to uproot my footing and change my reality yet again. I can feel the path of resistance. It feels like a path of internal conflict and inner torment. One which seems to provide the fuel to create a negative being instead of one of love, truth and joy. I will endeavour to claw slowly to the depths of my very soul and relinquish the fears which have been disguised to protect me. I accept reality, accept and embrace love and choose the path of courage wholeheartedly now and forever in the eternal moment. Peace.

can science define morality?

does anyone know the answer to this question? I think not.

seeking truths and love

One again I ponder life from within. I peer within the depth of my soul to seek truths about myself that instinctively I wish to ensepulcher forever, to ensure that those desires, feelings and thoughts may never resurface to challenge who and what I have become.

Today my thoughts have been inspired by passion. Passion of love, passion of belonging and of attraction. I have for many years not felt worthy of love. I have felt a connection with a girl that I know, she is beautiful from within more than what she knows. She is passionate flirtatious and everything feminine like the ocean, Words cannot echo her essence as one can not bottle up the stars in the sky or decipher the intricate details of nature and the universe. I hold no fears of what shall become and no expectations of what the future may bear, I only wish to feel alive and connect my energy of one and the same to give the gift of love, wholly passionately and relentlessly so that she may feel completely loved safe and can surrender herself with grace to me..

some fun just quickly!!

I just got my voice mail reactivated today and because normally I hate voice mail and I am always left with gay messages from people that I work with I had this great idea to inspire me to a) love myself and b) be really funny.. and that was to ring my own number.. leave detailed messages about wanting to talk to this steve guy.. cause I heard that he was a real awesome dude. While I would be talking I will be leaving a full list why I love this guy thats heaps awesome but in truth I hadn't even met him and I just wanted to hang out. It kinda feels like when I was a teenager and had a crush on a heaps hot girl and wanted to hang out but I considered her to be some much more than what I was and I was in awe :) anyways after that the point is to forget about them and then when I am at work for real is to remember something that is kinda funny and go through my voice mails and It would a) cheer me up and b) be really funny :)

I love it.. its a fun way to stay posttive and remind myself in a positive way how great I am and too laugh :-)

a feeling of grattitude

I have pondered many things over the last couple of days. Life it seems, provides no limitations of grand philosophies to contemplate and discuss. I sometimes feel, when I have brushed the surface of something truly amazing I am left with a niggling thought that I have merely seen a single snowflake. And for the first time in my life I believe I have really seen the perfection of a snowflake. Although I am left amazed to appreciate the imitate details of its individual design I have no comprehension about how the snowflake came to be and furthermore I am ignorant to how a singular snowflake is part of the greater snowstorm. Am I even aware that the snowstorm even exists? As I cannot understand the simpler aspects of the equation I am left feeling somewhat disheartened and simultaneously inspired as I know in my heart that science although vigorous in its attempt to answers questions simply provides more questions to make intangible  tangible..

I will now forsake the task of writing to express my ideas in a manner which sounds deeply profound and philosophical and begin to write what feels more natural. I desire to combine this skill which is a partial motivation for beginning this blog initially..

Why have I called this post a feeling of gratitude? Well there are a number of reasons. First and foremost I feel grateful as I have rested my tired brain on the bed for a period of 30mins at 6pm in the evening I feel more vitalised and refreshed than I have felt all day. My energy feels like it is being spent like a teenagers allowance and although I desire to clutch to them tightly it eludes me with a feeling of mockery. My body allows me to carry through a day of work with enough vigour to complete my tasks however leaves me lacking drive to pour my remaining energy into anything else which exists in my life which is remotely personal such as study, intellectual conversations, random excersise and general humour ect.

Secondly I remain basked in a feeling of grandeur as I feel the essence of my human soul now somewhat satisfied that my life for the first time is heading in the right direction. For too long my passion for living has been suppressed, my creativity malnourished and my brain the sophisticated, intelligent, amazing machine has remained neglected in a sea of complacency, mundane unchallenging activity and deprived from real, meaningful thought. I will not even begin to talk about the self harm which it has endured from countless nights of poisonous substances which have been consumed to destroy, silence and numb the very organ I am now praising. The power of the brain is indeed a spectacular thing. I feel uplifted to join force with my soul and brain to begin to utilise the gifts given by the universe itself and become more than I ever have been.

I could write for many more pages and still not clearly define in this language not worthy to conduct emotions how I truly feel. And this would beg the question, even if could explain them perfectly in a manner that I felt was sufficient and adequate completely could you interpret them vastly differently in your own reality of vision though your filters of human experience? The point of this paragraph is to focus on one concept and human experience. The simple satisfaction and delight that a man feels when his spirit and mind are aligned with the universe. The simple peace this brings to oneself is truly amazing. What purpose do we have in this universe? How and when can a man find this purpose? And the feeling of gratitude and simple satisfaction when not the goal is accomplished but the path is clear.. that my friends in my heart of hearts is a beautiful thing.. something to think about. I could add a lot more to this but I will leave it at that.. peace my friends..
 

the disire to search for love..

What is love? where does the innate desire to seek another to nurture and love us devise from? why is it although I choose to bury this drive to connect with some being who is a mirror reflection of my inner self  who can some how complete me I often win but sometimes I loose. the sexual urges of man. which burns like a furnace inside a moving machine, there, evident and although not the sole form of drive provides us with a primal force that wants to be unleashed, unrestrained and satisfied.. I wonder in simple self defeat.. why do I need completion, why do I need connection? am I not significant and complete in my own light? I have no desire to love again. I want to walk forward in this life alone, in a solitary path of oneness, content with my own presence, content with who I am as a man, giving my gifts freely to the world without fear of retribution and the fear of feeling inadequate because I choose not to find strength in another..if a man wants love, why not look into the stars for wonder? let your heart run free of pain, restraint and fear and resign oneself to the passion of the universe, wholly, lovingly and in bliss..

the friday evening

with nothing more that some crappy baked mince pasta to digest, occupied with a sweet cup of earl grey tea I succumb once more to be in the presence of this soul sapping desktop computer to type away my congested feelings.. where has the day gone I mutter.. lost in a day of university.. conversations about life, history, modernity, self help, status, evolution and ideals of government and the list continues.. sometimes I wish I could bottle every idea frantically and keep it in my brain forever as I fear that I may loose the essence of my thoughts with the beginning of a new day.. do thoughts die? where do they go after they have been barrelling around the the millions of fibre optic connections in the matter that we conceive that is our brain.. where do all the thoughts go? sometimes I feel like they are being projected from our vibrating bodies of our very self and blasted into the universe at a speed faster than we can comprehend.. faster than the speed of light only to have instantaneously be slammed back into our very selves after fully circulating hundreds of times around the universe.. what are thoughts? how much energy does it take to build a thought and how much time does it take to destroy one? what is real? how do we define what real even is? how much of me is me and how much of it has been a creation of my own and a creation of the society i find myself involuntarily intrinsically connected with? i ponder these thing with some thought and rather an indifference due to fatigue..

my day on this planet however cannot be truly complete until i am left with some embarrassment of some kind. i will leave the details about this out but i feel already the pented up thoughts dispersing., i feel fatigue and lethargic I must pray for absolution... to a god who i know not exsists and allow myslef to breathe unhibitated now and for every second of my life..

trust in yourself in your love and perfection in all things that are real and others which are not... and let in bring you peace and love

good days my friends

stevo

the corporate world

i had to go to a meeting today. it was an introductory meeting between our company and a competitor which has been bought out by our company. i have realised in that moment that regardless of what you think matters right now.. how do you really know it does? what is the test and where is the scale to gauge your success? if a man spends all his time picking up coins to make a dollar and loves it does it make him any less than a man who begs for a few cents?

the first blogg ever!!

Hi this is Stevo. This is my new blog!! its all a bit new and flashy but that's ok we can roll with that. let me me just give a little introduction. I am 29 years old guy that is looking to vent, explore and get some ideas out there. I am by trade a real estate valuer, working in a tireless boring industry that is soul sapping and destroying. I would like to remove myself from this leach of a job.. purge the corporate industry from my life and live free like a bird who has escaped the cages of domestication. I want to go somewhere else, talk about everything and anything and document how I feel about life and the world.. So any ways what I am going to do is blog about stuff, talk some shit basically and sometimes make it sound beautiful and other times just rant for no reason.. right now I am listening to triple j the John Safran show.. Its awesome... I would love people to comment and give me different perspectives, different insights in how to live, how to be free, what makes peope tick, how to be inspired, what makes you laugh and how to embrace the moment without fear every second of every day..Hope you can contribute, I will read and respond to all of them as much as I can. I am happy to do this for myself have only one follower being my mum and love life in peace. Welcome to the passion of stevo people. Enjoy my freinds. I sure will... And one last thing that is really important. I want randomness. I want to write essays about randomness.. and yessss.. get into randomness.. that is very important as well :) Peace out - homies. i love you all..