Imagination – Breakaway Consciousness

Have You Ever Walked On The Moon? #Moon #SuperSnowMoon #SuperMoon #Imagination #Inspiration #Simplicity #Growth

“There are nights where wolves are silent, and only the moon howls.”
– George Carlin

“Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon.”

“The sky walked down with the moon in her hand.”
– Frederick L. Knowles

Moon
BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
February 9, 2020

Given that it’s the first Super Moon of the year, which also is synchronistically a Snow Moon, I ventured outside last night early in the morning to enjoy it. That made me realize how much I missed writing about the Moon when it’s not interwoven within poetry, which is why I opted to go amble and reimagine the first piece I ever wrote about the Moon as follows.

Not long ago, I wondered at quite a length of time how I would venture through the Moon if I ever had the chance. It didn’t take long for me to conclude that the first thing I thought I would do if I ever had the opportunity to meander through the Moon would be to take a walk. Along, long, long, days-that-never-end type of walk.

Now, walking is something that’s healthy for myriad reasons; walking aids in slowing down your breathing, getting light exercise, becoming mindful, and more. Walking – the action of taking steps – mirrors an individual’s life quite saliently.

While walking, there are times we stumble, just like in life; there are times we can walk faster, or slower, mirroring how we can get so enveloped in our actions that ‘time flies’, or and we can also become so mindful that we slow down not only in bodily movements, but in thought, and so on.

In that sense, walking is the very definition of simplicity: put one step in front of the other at an even rhythm. Simple. And I appreciate simplicity because although simplicity is oft-overlooked, it has resounding effects.

Simplicity leads individuals to individuals not overcomplicating things; it leads to less clutter; it leads to streamlined approach in anything an individual decides; it also helps sear individuals to enjoy the totality of life (when coupled with mindfulness) in its full breadth and scope. More significantly, simplicity, via its very nature, also helps individuals in attaining mindfulness in other areas as well. In that mindfulness, the individual becomes centered and is able to tackle any circumstance.

All of the above reasons, and others, are why I enjoy walks. Whether you walk by yourself, or with others, walking by its very nature slows you down– just like reading. Each of these tasks helps center your mind, which is why I Love doing both of them quite often.

Walking couples you to life, to moments, each and every step. That said, if you have headphones on, your mind might not be engaged in the act of walking and it might be drifting in auto-pilot, which takes away a lot of the mindful and centering benefits of walking (I should know, I’m a pro at making this mistake).

When I’m outside, oft times I wonder, what would it be like to walk on the Moon, and have Earth be part of the canvas in the night sky, rather than the Moon instead? In other words, instead of having the Moon be the pearl that glistens gloriously amid the canvas of the night, what would it be like to have the beautiful blue marble that we currently live in be the majestic view that greets us while standing on the Moon?

Perspective changes everything. Perspective changes thoughts, it changes circumstances, and it changes people. That’s why viewing the Earth from the Moon while walking has always resonated within me to an incredible degree. What do you think walking on the Moon would be like?

You’ve probably never thought of this. Yet, 50 years from now, the average person might be able to walk on the Moon so much that they might take it for granted, kind of like many people take for granted the view of the Moon on Earth. Hopefully not though. If the view of the Moon from Earth is already vibrantly splendid in countless ways, the view of Earth from the Moon would probably be even more inspiring given its kaleidoscope of blue hues and everything else that it contains.

There’s something about that consideration – walking on the moon –that’s different. Not just different, world-view changing type of different. Just like if you imagined yourself being a fish, and living forever (or a lifetime) under water. Bet you never thought about that, huh?

A walk on the moon lets you know anything’s possible, it allows you to see a wholly different perspective, it allows you to enjoy life from a different lens.

Walking on the moon, heck, merely standing on the moon and doing nothing but just being there, seeing the Earth and space from a different vantage point has this invigorating feeling to it. It would be one of the moments in life that would probably change you forever.

Those are some of the best things in life: memorable moments. And moments that change you for the better are the best.

One could argue incisive moments are some of the best parts of life because they have this effect at times that changes you to the core. And why wouldn’t they? If you are growing as an individual, you are evolving, becoming anew. Isn’t that what life is about? Change? Evolution? What’s better than having a hand in that?

You – as an individual – are then not changing because your environment, you are not changing reactively. You are changing proactively because you chose to do something different, and yet, something simple. Something simple that could have life changing effects – walking.

Who could have thought that something so simple, going for a walk, could have so many resounding effects that could even stoke an individual’s evolution?

That’s the power of inspiration.

What inspires you?

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Author’s Note:

This post is about exploring something inherently simple, walking, and coupling that to something complex, imagination. Imagination knows no bounds, while walking does. However, when both are coupled, it adds another dimension to the power of thought, to an individual, to life. Anything that’s coupled to imagination has this effect, I just chose walking because I thought the premise of walking on the moon seemed intriguing in many ways and it’s something I consider when walking at night and I also wanted to push the boundaries of simplicity.

In any case, I hope to write about ‘walking’ more in the future, irrespective of what angle it takes, or where it goes. The above is just written for consideration of how something so simple, the act of walking, can have life changing effects if seen from the right lens.

In fact, anything, seen from the right lens, has that power. That’s a seed for another post if there ever were one. But enough for now, you all have a stellar evening. Don’t forget to go for a walk!

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Footnotes:

[1] Mortimer J. Adler & Charles Van Doren, How To Read A Book – The Classic Guide To Intelligent Reading, p. 333.

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#Quote Of The Day | #Solitude | #Creativity | #Imagination

“The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.”
– Albert Einstein

The Artist Of Eternity | #Art | #Creativity | #Imagination | #Poetry | #Poems | #Writing | #Painting | #Dancing | #Singing | #Motivation

“Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become.”[1]

“He who cherishes a beautiful vision, a lofty ideal in his heart, will one day realize it.”[2]

BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 23, 2019

The Artist of society, irrespective of what branch of art they undertake, is a very salient component of life in its full breadth and scope. So much so that they are one of the pillars upon which society, modern culture, stands.

In fact, with a critical eye towards this notion, James Allen, author of the gem-laden As A Man Thinketh, wrote in his reverberating book on this that:

“Composer, sculptor, painter, poet, prophet, sage, these are the makers of the afterworld, the architects of heaven. The world is beautiful because they have lived; without them, laboring humanity would perish.”[3]

The idea of humanity perishing without The Artist might seem outlandish at first blush, but maybe not. Perhaps the notion is best thought under the guise that, humanity as it currently stands, would perish. This would mean that humanity and life itself, without the appreciation for what makes life great via The Artists, would be akin to an individual experiencing life without joy.

Removing art in its every form would be removing one of the strands of life that makes it great, one of the very strands of life that makes it pleasurable, exciting, inspiring and incredibly meaningful to experience.

This shows how paramount The Artist is to the human condition, to human life, to society as a whole. Likewise, this also showcases why imagination and dreamers are so important. This is because:

“The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, throughout all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of the solitary dreamers. Humanity cannot forget its dreamers; it cannot let their ideals fade and die; it lives in them; it knows them as the realities which it shall one day see and know.”[4][Italics In Original, Bold Emphasis Added]

This is why appreciating the inherent ability of human potential cannot be overstated. What inspires individuals should not only be appreciated but held in high regard, for it is the fuel that lights the fires of the phenomenal, it is the engine that drives people’s motivation to achieve great things.

With these thoughts in mind, as an individual, you should consider to:

“Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.”[5]

Stay true to them, stay true to you, stay true to your course, your journey.

The power of dreams shouldn’t be looked at askance, as most of modern society does. Those that seek to trap an individual’s imagination are merely conforming to the very system that aims to do just that, and they are conforming without a second thought.

Of utmost important is the fact that:

“The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn; the bird waits in the egg; and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.”[6][Bold & Underline Emphasis Added.]

Every dream requires a vision, every dream requires imagination. Where one goes, the other one follows.

Nothing paints a better future upon the canvas of life than The Artist.

Nothing can, and nothing will – The Artist Is Forever.

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Footnotes:

[1] James Allen, As A Man Thinketh, p. 52.
[2] Ibid., p. 51
[3] Ibid., p. 51
[4] Ibid., p. 51.
[5] Ibid., p. 52.
[6] Ibid., pp. 52-53.

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Zy Marquiez is an avid book reviewer, inquirer, an open-minded skeptic, yogi, and freelance writer who aims at empowering individuals while also studying and regularly mirroring subjects like Consciousness, Education, Creativity, The Individual, Ancient History & Ancient Civilizations, Forbidden Archaeology, Big Pharma, Alternative Health, Space, Geoengineering, Social Engineering, Propaganda, and much more.

#Quote Of The Day | #Books | #Soul | #Universe | #Imagination | #Reading | #Life | #Inspiration

“Books give a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to imagination, and life to everything.”
– Plato

Editor’s Note:

I have seen this quote with the word ‘Music’, instead of ‘Books’. As of this moment I haven’t been able to ascertain which quote is incorrect. That said, I share this because it still makes sense. I just wanted to throw it out there that there’s multiple variations of this quote for what its worth.

#Quote Of The Day | #Imagination | #Creativity | #JulesVerne

“Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.”
– Jules Verne

#Quote Of The Day | #Curiosity | #Imagination

“Curiosity is the one thing invincible in Nature.”
– Freya Stark

A Storm Of Imagination On The Moon | #ShortStory | #Writing | #Imagination | #Creativity

BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 19, 2019

Arriving on the moon employing a lightning strike that would reverberate for hundreds of miles, I meander along the grey and vapid dust covered terrain to see how my friend is doing.

Noticing her asleep with her face buried in an artbook, I say, “Hey, you alright?”

No reply. I tap her on the shoulder about to whisper, ‘Are you okay?’ when she jumps perplexed and wide-eyed.

“Hey,” I say.
Groggy, she says, “Hey…sorry…”
“No apologies.” Nodding to the drawing book that’s on her desk I say, “So what are you working on?”
Flash-fast, she snaps it shut saying, “Nothing.”
“Uh huh,” I reply. “Just like all those books you have over there,” as I motion to the books, “And that crate of notes you have behind you.”
“That’s none of your business,” she replied immediately.
“Re-lax, it’s all good, I was just curious, meant no harm by it, really. So you come to the moon to get work done too, huh?”
Rubbing her eyes with the base of her palms while waking herself up, she replies, “Yeah, I like this place. It’s peaceful.”
“And barren.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Here,” I state while handing her a cup of scalding coffee. “Here’s some – “
She snatches it from my hand and drinks the boiling cup of coffee in record time as my mouth just opens slowly, wondering why she didn’t feel anything.
“We’re on the Moon, remember? Or did you forget?”
“Yeah, yeah, just never saw anyone drink a cup of scalding-hot coffee that quick.”
“Well we’re not on Earth, you know,” she states matter-of-factly.
“Touché. You know, you missed it,” I said switching the topic.
“Missed what.”
“I came here in my best Zeus impersonation, arriving with a lightning strike and everything. You should have heard the thunder.”
“You forgot the puff of smoke,” she couldn’t resist saying.
“Nah, that’s too over-the-top. I like to keep it low key, you know.”
Suppressing a small laugh, she shakes her head saying, “You’re something else.”

My reply was a slow shrug with palms facing upwards. Thence, noticing some of the decorations in her newly-decorated private cozy alcove, I can’t help but comment.

“You’ve made it home-y here.”
“Can’t put a price on comfort, you know.”
“You’re right about that,” I said.
“I heard explosions over on the other side of the Moon early this morning.”
“Oh…yeah…about that…”
“What?” she replied curiously.
“That’s probably Yoda training younglings in the ways of the force using the mind to defuse explosive devices and all that jazz.”
“Yoda’s on the Moon?” she said perplexed.
“Everyone’s on the Moon. He likes to hang out with Socrates you know – a meeting of The Minds of there ever were one. They live in a cave on the other side by this enormous crater.”
“You know Socrates too?”
“Uh, no, but he knows me very well. He knows everybody better than they know themselves. Just wait ‘till you meet him.”
“Sounds fun,” she replied eager.
“It’ll be a thrill, I promise,” was my sarcastic and yet honest reply.
“You don’t sound too, uh, reassuring you know…”
“Oh, no, it’ll be lots of fun. And lots of everything else too. You’ll understand when it happens.”

Sinking into her mind and placing her forearms on this cozy rocking chair she had, she rocked slowly for a couple of minutes in deep thought.

Not able to resist the urgh, I ask, “So, about that -”
“Don’t ask.”
“Why can’t I know what you are drawing?”
“Because it’s none of your business,” was her reply with enough emphasis to build a bridge to walk on.
“You mean this?” I said as I magically had the drawing book in my hand, pulled out of thin air with a flash of the mind.
Looking back at her desk, then at me, then at her desk panicking, she snapped off, “Don’t!”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t you dare open that – “ she started to say when she began being held by her arms by two SWAT team members while duct-tape covered her mouth.

“Time-Out,” I said in my best Zack Morris impersonation wherein everything froze, with her eyes bug-eyed wide.

Snapping both fingers, a classroom of young kids manifests with dozens among the students.
Continuing in my best professor-like fashion, I state, “What we have here class, is a failure of imagination,” I say as my arms gesture a sweep to my friend.

There was a slight earquake felt throughout, making all the kids nervous.

“Worry not, it’s just Yoda on the other side of the crater training younglings,” was my attempt at calming the kids nerves, knowing better.

My friend’s reply to this was slowly narrowing her eyes, fighting my use of imagination with hers, slowly, but very powerfully.

Continuing on, I add, “What’s the #1 Rule Of Imagination?”
“Anything’s possible!” says one of the student’s in an overly enthusiastic and yet annoying manner.
“What’s Rule #2 of Imagination?”
“”Hell is empty and all the devils are here.””
“Wait, what? Why are you quoting Shakespeare? That’s not Rule #2.” was my reply, as I quickly turned to him in curiosity of his response, shifting from having my eye on my friend for a second as our minds battled for control of the current circumstances.
“Look at her eyes, THEY ARE BRIGHT RED!”

Turning to her and instantly panicking, I put my palms up in resignation, saying “Wait, wait, wait, wai-“ when it happens.

She unleashes a death-ray my way just like Cyclops from X-Men, that I dodge by a hair’s breadth, which scorches the landscape for hundreds of miles, as she sweeps her eyes chasing me as a target while she simultaneously turned both SWAT team members into pillars of flaming dust that whispered away into the environs.

After stopping, seemingly exhausted for a second, I interrupted her quickly saying, “Look! I was kidding, I wasn’t about to look at your drawing book, it was an act in jest you know. Think about it, if I wanted to look at it, I would have merely manifested the drawing book out of thin air fully open, no?”
“Oh…yeah….I guess you’re right,” she said in contemplation, while rubbing her temples mentally exhausted from what she just did.
“I know it was hard to tell at the time, but I was going to give it back.”
“Guess I got a little carried away…”
“A little?” I reply with an overly-excited gesture pointing at the horizon that had been pierced by her laser-eyes moments ago. “You just remodeled the Moon” I said with incredible emphasis. “It usually requires asteroids to do that, you know? I’ll admit, that was a sight to see.”
Replying with a small smile, she asks, “Really?”
“Hell yes! Woman, you just sliced off a chunk of the moon, LIKE IT WAS A SLICE OF CHEESE,” was my reply with a loud laugh. “With. Your. Eyes!” I said pointing at her artistic work again to prove my point. “How many people do you know that have done that?”
“Nobody,” was her reply with a shy smile. Continuing on, she states matter-of-factly, “That was cool. Sort of.”
“Understatement of the millennia. Though I don’t know if cool is the word that I would use to describe it. I’da probably said ‘That was hot’,” was my reply in jest.
Laughing, “Okay, yeah.”
Looking at the watch on my wrist, I say “You know, it’s getting late. I better bolt.”
“Like lightning?” she eagerly replied joking, proud of herself.
Laughing out loud, I reply, “Okay, smooth operator, that was good. But yeah, it’s that time.”

Summoning another one of Zeus’ signature lightning strikes, this time an order of magnitude more powerful, the thunderbolt pierces the ground in a echoing equally in all directions as I vanished out of sight.

Him and his damn lightning bolts was her first thought as she shook her head.

Pensive for a minute, she stood there taking in the sight of the barren and aridly cold landscape. Thence she looked left, then looked right, making sure that nobody was watching. While smiling in sinister fashion, storm clouds begin manifesting within the atmosphere slowly circling ahead brought about by her mind, increasing speed with every second. In apocalyptic-like fashion, she unleashes hundreds of lighting strikes across the landscape, with the most powerful lightning strike being a bright purple one that she unleashed as her thundering departure, literally bolting out of existence.

Dozens of miles away, Yoda says, “One lightning strike, that was not,” as he mentally absorbed what took place while taking one of his signature deep breaths. “A spectacle, yes, yes it was.”
“A spectacle of what?” replied Socrates intrigued.
“A spectacle of imagination,” was Yoda’s reply, as he smiled in his ever-knowing way.

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Author Notes:

[1] My quoting Shakespeare about ‘Devils’ and so on isn’t a shot at anyone, but finding an intriguing quote to add a little depth to the story. It’s not meant in any negative way; the quote and the scene are merely my point to convey that while the character might look like a devil, it was obvious she was not. To the children she seemed like a devil because they saw her fearfully, but to me she was someone with superpowers. I hope that makes sense. Moreover, the story is to show off the power in imagination that individuals don’t know they have within themselves. That’s the main point of the whole story.

[2] I wrote this 3 day ago, right after the other short story on the moon. I waited because I wanted to share it with the person whom I believe inspired this post, but seeing as the internet is one confusing cluster-@#ck of unknowns, I just decided to share it here and just be thankful of whomever was in fact the person that inspired it since I really have no idea at this point.

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