Perspective – Breakaway Consciousness

#Quote Of The Day | #Mindset | #Perspective | #Confucius

“The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.”
– Confucius

Poker, Writing, And Life – Seeing & Accepting Things As They Are | #Mindfulness | #Life | #Writing | #Poker

“Nothing we see or hear is perfect. But right there in the imperfection is perfect reality.”

“If your mind is empty, it is always ready for anything, it is open to everything. In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s mind there are few. ”
― Shunryu Suzuki, Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind

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Zy Marquiez
June 19, ,2019

Poker and life share many commonalities, as previously discussed.

That said, in this particular piece, we will also couple writing to it since this also shares many commonalities with the aforementioned, and in the original conceptualization of this write-up, writing and self expression were the main focus. Given the poker theme that gets addressed in this blog at times, I chose to merge all of these to expand upon the ideas a bit. Essentially, we are going to explore some of the commonalities that self-expression has with poker, writing, and how that delves into viewing things at face value and accepting things in deeper ways from a subjective level.

One vanguard commonality that poker shares with life (and writing) is the expression of an individual in the way they play their game. Just like an individual in poker expresses themselves with what they wear, how they speak, how they act, and how they ultimately play, in writing, as in life, it is no different.

In writing, however, the individual uses a different array of tools for self expression. Writers can employ themes, diction, metaphors, arguments, insights, and much more. Tempo, imagery and reliability are also things that can create a huge feeling of kinship between the writer and the reader. All of this allows for thoughts and emotions to be conveyed in countless forms, and for self expression to take place.

In my personal case, I find that when I subject myself to certain emotions conveyed through writing, or even news, and videos, my emotions can get quite affected. Not always, but enough that I have been cognizant of this for a very long time.

Now, allow me a quick aside that merges into what will follow thereafter.

Throughout the full latitude of my life, I have had certain issues with reading thoughts that people share which are negative (or could be seen as such) in nature. These types of feelings and thoughts people share that have a certain ‘negative’ vibe to it are merely individuals expressing themselves. And I say negative loosely, because perhaps a person is simply expressing themselves, and they are misunderstood. Some people might only want to express thoughts on a darker subject, not with the intent of creating a negative vibe to it, but perhaps in a cathartic way. And just because a reader (such as myself in this instance) takes it negatively, doesn’t mean the aim of the piece was to create negativity in its intentional nascent conception.

Though this above example talks about reading from my subjective point of view that stems from my willing exposure to those who express themselves in writing, the same can be said for poker and life in my personal case.

Instances where a player berates another at the tables, or a person mistreats another with disrespect and so on, have always bothered me at a deeper level. And I’m not saying we shouldn’t be affected, only that allowing your emotions to run you over if such is the case with me, isn’t exactly healthy. One can be bothered significantly by an issue without letting that issue overrun them.

Now, if you think about it, an individual’s ‘self expression, whether it stems through the medium of writing, in poker, or in life, that expression is simply one side of the polarity of positivity and negativity, albeit, through the gateway of emotions and the mind.

That a negative circumstance or thought (or my misperception of it) bothers me so much says a lot about me on many levels. Though, what I think it says more than anything is that, even if I have always found such things stressful since my youth, that doesn’t mean I need to let it affect me, if that makes sense. In other words, while every single person has the freedom to express themselves as they so desire, I also have the freedom to accept that in its totality, and NOT let it affect me, and even learn from it if possible, as I am attempting to do now.

I say this because I’m trying significantly to take a slightly more Zen-like mindful approach to reading certain things in particular, which I usually avoid in general due to it causing stress.

Then a thought struck me: just like I can lockdown my emotions in a game of poker and keep them in check, as well as the stress involved in it, why couldn’t I do that in reading or seeing something that bothers me? This doesn’t mean I excuse poor treatment of another human being in any way shape or form, if such has taken place. I am merely stating that I should not allow my emotions to override my logic center, which is something that can easily take place and it’s a social engineering weapon employed often by the mainstream media.

Why do you think the mainstream media nigh always appeals to emotions and nigh never to logic, or even better, a holistic approach? Ponder that one.

Individuals that are highly emotional are much easier to manipulate than those that have a sound and holistic mindset. But just like too much emotion can affect a person, too much logic can as well, which is why a delicate balance has to be struck.

Seeking a delicate balance and a more mindful Zen-like state of being coupled with acceptance of what I s taking place is the approach I have been slowly taking the last few days, and I am appreciating it because one thing I learned a long time ago is that, anything that bothers you says something about you. Anything that bothers you a lot, says even more about you. While obviously, this can be positive or negative, the point is that our emotional response to a situation has endless ways in the way it can play out, and being able to come to terms with it is incredible for seeing the world as it IS, rather than how you think (or wish) it could be.

The world, just like individuals, simply are. And just how I am okay accepting myself for me, as everyone should accept themselves as well, I should be cognizant of others and their thoughts, feelings, and so on.

That need not mean that I need to agree with them, not at all, or give a pass to something that’s downright wrong that goes against what I feel is right. It’s just that seeing things for what they are is one of those obvious, and yet, not so obvious subtleties life offers. It’s not unlike the sky, it’s there, but most people don’t pay attention to it. Not seeing the subtleties in life, is not unlike having a kaleidoscope at hand, and not seeing the countless intricacies that it offers due to its unique perspective. That’s missing out on a LOT of things one could see, and even learn from if exposed to such.

Is the glass half full or half empty? To me, that doesn’t matter.

What matters is what is inside, and what you can learn from it.

In this case, my cup has been half full with fear of myriad things, which has historically affected how I see and accept the world for it is, which is why my stress increases proportional to my inability to accept things, and which has undoubtedly has affected my health throughout my life.

But at least I am coming to terms with it. Hopefully, that’s a big first step in the right direction.

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Author’s Note:

[1] I know I meandered a bit hither and thither, but, there was just a lot I wished to address, and I just took a more instinctual way of constructing my thoughts, rather than a logically structured way in which I aim to follow at times, so if this seems like a lot of spaghetti got launched at the wall in order to seek what sticks, it’s EXACTLY THAT!

[2] I have posted an iteration of this elsewhere in the form of a letter, or perhaps, journal entry might be more precise. I have opted to share it here, though in a significantly more fleshed out way because I think the topic deserves some serious consideration.

This started simply as me putting my thoughts to paper based on many things I had been thinking about of late, with what is shared being that which I thought most noteworthy.

I find it highly fascinating how many points of views different circumstances can offer. Not learning from them when you can if you simply make an a proactive effort is leaving life lessons by the wayside. At least, for me that’s how I feel.

And what’s life about, if not about growth, to a certain extent?

Hope you all have a great evening.

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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.

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Who Is The Individual? | #Perspective | #Conformity | #SocialEngineering | #Mindset

“All greatness of character is dependent on individuality. The man who has no other existence than that which he partakes in common with all around him, will never have any other than an existence of mediocrity.”
— James Fenimore Cooper

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Zy Marquiez
May 6, 2019

Earlier today, I was asked, “How many versions of you are there?” It’s a great question, so let’s explore it.

Which version reflects me best: am I the person that loves to write, or the person that loves to dance? Am I someone who loves living life to the fullest, or the shy person that retreats within himself many a time? Am I the person that’s written most love poems in my life while listening to Eminem songs, or am I the person that’s written most dark poems while listening to songs from Britney Spears? Am I the person that has no tattoos, or the person that plans on getting at least 7 of them? Am I someone who loves to have conversations, or am I someone who prefers reading a book? Am I the person that loves to read the night away, dance the night away, or talk the night away with someone? Am I the person that has that enjoys dance music, or classical music? Am I a person that is mindful, or am I someone who lacks mindfulness? Am I the book cover, or am I the book?

I am all that, and more. Every single individual has a lot more range than most people realize.

Let’s dive deeper into this conundrum.

The question, “How many versions of you are there?” has two inherent and crucial assumptions.

First amongst these is the fact that there must only be one ‘version’ of you – that you as an individual must fit within a box. This is the very definition of conformity.

Ask yourself this: why must there be just one version of any single individual out there? Are individuals not boundless by nature? Aren’t the limits individuals carry around as baggage (whether societal imposed or personally imposed) detrimental? Why would anyone limit themselves in any way shape or form?

The second inherent assumption is the fact that you are not the book, you are the book cover.

If you are seen as a ‘book cover’ and not as a book, what would that mean? That would mean that if someone finds you crying because something is incredibly painful, you might be labeled “Emo”. But, is that the version of the person? Isn’t it a little shortsighted to judge someone based on only one event, one instance?

What if the person is incredibly happy, would the same apply? Would that happy person only ever be happy and never be sad, or depressed, or frustrated? Of course not.

Seeing any single individual from only one color from the full spectrum is seeing them in an incredibly narrow way, no matter who it is. In fact, it is my contention that this is the reason that people sell themselves short, because they are not expected to have a lot of range.

Individuals are simply expected to fit within societal cookie-cutter molds, and if you don’t fit into these worlds, you are (1) labeled a black sheep, (2) treated in an askance matter, (3) looked down upon, (4) made fun of, (5) ridiculed, so on and so forth.

Countless conversations with individuals have taught me that people are who they choose to be. But who they choose to be is based incredibly around how they have been taught to see themselves, whether by family, school or society.

Such is the world we live in, and individuals – every single one of us – have to be cognizant of this.

Always remember, seeing someone as merely a book cover, is missing out on them as a book; it is missing out on the full range that this individual contains.

It is in that range that we get to see individuals for who they truly are, and it is in this range where people bond the strongest – because they get to see the deeper aspects of themselves and others in ways most never even contemplate.

And isn’t that what life is about, contemplation, bonding, meaningful relationships, and more? How is that ever supposed to happen if people are only judged by their appearances, as a veritable book cover?

Book covers will never tell the whole story, only books can; narrow versions of individuals will never offer the full range of that person, only an individual operating in their true boundless nature can.

And that true boundless nature is You.

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#Quote Of The Day | #Heart | #Nature | #Sky | #Rumi

“Only from your heart can you touch the sky.”
– Rumi

A World Of Grays | #Family | #Darkness | #Life | #Abuse | #Obstacles | #Perseverance

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Zy Marquiez
April 16, 2019

I am writing the following due to a post on Instagram that was shared a long time ago that had to do with child abuse and so on. I just finished reading that right now, which is why I am writing this. That’s the ‘inspiration’ for this, if you could call it that.

I wrote a post long ago on Instagram called “Black Unicorns”, based on a topic that I discussed with a friend of mine many years ago. The whole point of that piece was it was under the premise for my appreciation for women which became the metaphor for Black Unicorns. That much was obvious, what wasn’t obvious is what follows.

In my nascent stages of life, my family and I underwent significant and excruciating abuse. This type of environment obviously tailors who you become, what your fears are, what terrifies you, who you trust, and so on. The main part of all of this abuse stemmed from my father, which I have alluded to him countless times as being the ‘father of darkness’. Conversely, I have alluded to my mother as the ‘Mother of light’. Neither parent was perfect, but I appreciate both, though obviously my Mom by magnitudes more, but it was my father who chose to unleashed cataclysmic pain that no human being, yet alone a child should ever endure.

That dichotomy leads to me often feeling that I live in a world of grays, a subject which once again arose in my mind very recently. Perhaps I will write about it again, though I am uncertain as to this time.

Grays, as part of the color spectrum, is something that is synonymous with storms. Storms are a whole kaleidoscope of grays. That’s how I’ve often felt in life, and many of the scenarios that took place after only cemented my kinship with the colors gray, silver, platinum, and the like.

More importantly though, I say all this because people that did not know me as a human being made an erroneous assumption about why I wrote that post. Yes, that post was about women, as I said before, that much was obvious.

What isn’t so obvious that the pyramid under which that post stands, the pyramid that is the constant support, the walls that have provided a sanctum for my entire life, the very place where my spirit often rests, the foundation of the very person that I am, is my Mom. At the top of the pyramid my trust for women, all women, stands, because I haven’t been fucked over as much by women, nigh ever, as I have been screwed over by men, mainly my father. But it was my mom who was always the foundation for everything amazing that followed. Moreover, most of my best friends over time and still now have been female too, which only further reinforced my trust for women.

I didn’t plan on sharing this as it was on spontaneous feeling, but I share all this because I hope people in the future don’t end up misjudging others, whoever it is, without actually (1) knowing them, (2) knowing how their mind works, (3) knowing what the context is, but most important, (4) knowing what lead to that context.

It’s easy to see the world in black and whites, but most of the time the world really is a whirlwind of grays; a whirlwind that is never-ceasing because a lot of what happens in life, is entirely subjective.

That is why I always bring everything down to ‘the individual’.

Everything we do, see and experience is entirely through our independent point of views. These points of views, as I’ve often referenced, tailor every breath that we take, every step that we take, every road we will venture towards, and ultimately, the life that we live.

Perhaps a road will serve as a perfect conclusion for this, for never more will we see grays then on the road of life; the road that is littered with every single circumstance imaginable, all of which lead towards the future.

It’s on that road, the road of life, that we will witness countless storms, storms of every type imaginable, storms that are as wondrous as they are frightening, but storms that, at the end of the day, are paved in grays.

Fortuitously, it is within those grays, those storms that pour endless rain that water travels through and thankfully sprinkles the Earth with.

Water that brings life; water whose very essence is balance; water whose very being is interwoven within the streams of life more than any other element on earth.

And that world of grays up above is what helps it all along.

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Why I Love Fridays | #TGIF | #Motivation | #Inspiration| #Positivity | #PositiveVibes | #Life | #Mindset

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Zy Marquiez
April 12, 2019

You’re probably thinking, “Who doesn’t love Friday?”

Okay Negative Nancy, LEMME TELL SOMETHING TO YOU (voiced like the guy from Happy Feet – another one of my favorite movies), THERE’S NO NEED TO RAIN ON SOMEBODY’S PARADE.

I don’t love Fridays in the traditional sense, but by the resonant effect Friday’s create.

Honestly, to me it matters not what day it is. Given my health issues in the past, I live by the adage “Everyday above ground is a great day.” I’m thankful to be alive, every day. Every, single, day is f%$@ing fantastic, (say it slowly with me) FAN-TAS-TIC. Waking up only gets better from there. Fridays are no different.

Why do I love Fridays though? Because Friday is the day everyone else ends up enjoying the most. There’s expectancy, hope, happiness, excitement – I revel in that.

I love it when it’s Friday because people are downright thrilled about that today. Aren’t you all? It’s nigh their default and it’s incredible to see. That just makes my day every single Friday.

It reminds me of an instance I had with my friends father a long time ago when was in my early 20s that echoes until this day.

I never saw him enjoying the pool they had on the property. Not once. That struck me as odd, as I am sure it does most of you. What’s the point of having a pool if you’re not going to use it?

It was a brand new pool and we had used it dozens of times in that summer. One time, coming out of the pool, I asked him point blank, “Why don’t you go into the pool?” He replied because I don’t care about the pool, it love seeing everyone enjoying it, that makes me happy.

Likewise, I don’t care that it’s Friday, but I genuinely love seeing people in their wholehearted positive nature. That, just, makes, my, day.

And if that’s not motivation, I DON’T KNOW WHAT DAY YOU ALL ARE WAITING FOR!

Chop chop, you all go do something great!

Long-distance high fives the whole way. TGIF – Be safe.

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Author’s Note:

The above blog post might not seem like its content similar to the rest I’ve been sharing, but it truly is.

Ponder this: how often do you see someone in a great mood do a bad thing? Rarely. How often do you see people in bad moods do good things? Same answer. People in good moods do good things, people in bad moods do bad things.

What better day of the week for people to have good moods than Friday? The way I see it, why not help stoke the fires of change while they’re burning bright?

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#Quote Of The Day – #Life | #Art | #Adventure

“Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.”
– Maya Angelou