The Moon – Breakaway Consciousness

#Book Review: Alien Agenda by Jim Marrs | #SmartReads | #UFOs

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Zy Marquiez
April 26, 2019

The late Jim Marrs put out high quality investigative work for over 30 years. Backing his hard work with extensive experience, Marrs set the research bar high with books like The Rise Of The Fourth Reich, Rule By Secrecy, Our Occulted History, and Population Control. This book is no different.

Alien Agenda – Investigating The Extraterrestrial Presence Among Us is definitely one of the most seminal and top-tier no-nonsense books on UFOs out there.

In a realm of research that that is littered with countless books with not much sourced material, and even more unverifiable witness and whistleblower testimony, this book is definitely near the top tier.

As a book for someone just getting in, this book is really top notch. The only book I would recommend more personally would be Richard Dolan’s UFOs For The 21^st Century Mind: A Fresh Guide To An Ancient Mystery.

Taking a thorough and methodical approach which is signature in all of his books, Marrs brings the reader along the journey of all things UFOlogy. Notably, this book covers a wide breadth of the information within the UFO field. From issues with NASA, to The Moon, Ancient Astronauts, to Roswell, and even intricate subjects like Area 51, Crop Circles, and some of the most widely known UFO accounts, Marrs sought to leave no stone unturned. The book really is a veritable encyclopedia of much of this elusive and thought-provoking phenomena.

If the book only covered those above topics, that would still make it a great book, knowing reliance on sourced material Marrs employs. But there’s more. Marrs also covers abstruse subjects such as abductions & missing time, the CIA, MJ-12, cattle mutilations, remote viewing, and even takes a metaphysical gander into ‘the phenomenon’ that’s quite unique. This book really employs a wide range. Marrs even ventures into the role of big finance in this abstruse subject.

One of the greatest strengths of the book is that it has footnotes to the hilt! That ALONE takes this to a whole different level than other books on UFOs. Footnotes is a rarity and nigh never achieved in UFOlogy except only by the best and most serious researchers. That is one reason why I have always had the utmost respect for Jim Marrs; he doesn’t just connect dots, he allows people to follow the rabbit trails with his footnotes so that people can conduct their own research.

This book offers a lot of value. Anyone really interested in the subject would be doing themselves a great disservice by overlooking it. This book is a must have.
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Of The Qult & That Strangeness In That Wikileaks Dump Of…

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Dr. Joseph P. Farrell
April 23, 2019

So many people sent some version of this story last week that it made it almost immediately into my “finals folder” of stories to blog about. So thank you to all of you, once again, who brought it to my attention, and another “generic thank you” to all of you who take the time to send articles. Anyway, this story is about that little bit of strangeness that made it into the Wikileaks dump which occurred around the time frame of the arrest of Julian Assange. But before we get to that, first a little caveat lector; most regular readers here already know, that during my years of writing, talking, and blogging about “strange stuff” that I’ve not commented much – if at all – about Wikileaks or Julian Assange. When Assange and Wikileaks first appeared, it was not a subject that was very much on my radar, and hence, to this day, I do not know much about Assange nor his operation. At the time he first appeared, I expressed some skepticism as to how it all worked, including who his sources were. I still have that skepticism. That said, I am even more skeptical and cynical about the nasty precedent and implications that his arrest portends. In some respects, I suppose, what bothered me about Assange was what bothers me about the Q-cult, or Qult as my colleague Bernard Grover calls it: it struck me as contributing to that malaise of our age, the desire to be “on the inside” and “in the know,” not that that was Mr. Assange’s goal, but that seems to be one implication. Granted, Assange and Wikileaks did not concoct a labyrinth of bread crumbs for the faithful acolytes to decode and follow nor did Assange assert cryptic claims to a kind of infallibility ex cathedra et ex consensu ecclesiae Qque. That is to say, Assange at least did not, so far as we know, construct a psyop nor was he part of one. That makes his arrest – at least to me personally – very troubling.

What I find even more troubling is the possibility that the Qult has been carefully nurtured for the past couple of years, almost as if some sort of “replacement” was being prepared for the day that Mr. Assange was taken down.

Which makes the strange little document in the last Wikileaks dump, and that has been making the rounds on the Internet, even more intriguing:

Wikileaks Document Exposes a “Secret US Base on the Moon

Taking this document (and the accompanying article) as authentic for the sake of argument, we’re presented with a bit of a conundrum. On the one hand, if one views the document itself, and then reads the above-linked accompanying article, one is struck by the fact that the original document states that the report that the Soviet Union destroyed a secret US moonbase was unclassified. Quite frankly, when I read the accompanying article and saw the document itself, it struck me that the headline read like one would expect to find on The National Enquirer, accompanying yet another article headlined Two-Headed Elvis Seen in Hotel Bar in Mindinao. So my first difficulty here is not only the Enquirerlike headline, but the fact that the whole thing is unclassified ab initio. Without the benefit of the whole document and possessing only its summary, we’re left with not much other than the possibility that we might be looking at a summary of a newspaper article that might have appeared in some foreign media.

A second possibility here is that we might be looking at a bit of deliberate and intentional “meme-planting.” After all, it would be a relatively easy thing to plant false documents for someone (like Assange) to “find” and disseminate.

But strangely enough, it took a junior Senator from Wisconsin to point out the possibility that perhaps one way to keep a “super secret” super secret is to downgrade the classification from “Super Secret” to “Kinda Secret but Not So Much,” that way, one doesn’t have to track the “Super Secret” document on the “Super Secret Documents Ledger”. By the same token, some times the best way to hide something is just to pull it from the public awareness, but not to classify it Super Secret, nor even Kinda Secret but Not So Much, but just to leave it unclassified and on the shelf. No one else knows about it, who doesn’t know the location on the shelf, and since it’s So So Secret, it’s above Super Secret and its ledgers; it’s So So Secret it’s not even classified.

But with all the strange photos of stuff on the Moon, including some strange things in the Chinese and more recently the Israeli pictures, the idea that the US may have had a So So Secret (i.e., unclassified) base on the moon is not so strange, and raises new questions: what kind of base – manned or unmanned – was it? Where was it? What was its mission? When did it become operational? When was it constructed? And who constructed it? Did this base have something to do with NASA’s strange L-CROSS mission in 2009, which was designed to crash into the South Pole of the Moon? Remember that one? We were all told that the impact would be visible on Earth, so spectacular would the collision be.

When it happened, it was – at least after all the hype – a big nothing burger. Except to a handful, who were far more excited about the fact that the impact was not visible to the naked eye. What the telescopic images revealed was rather stunning, for the impact signature was not that of impacting on a solid surface, but of impacting on, and penetrating, a roof and exploding into an empty space beneath it.

And finally, to round out today’s high octane speculation, there is a bit of an odd thing in the assertion that the Soviet Union destroyed this alleged American Moonbase. On the document itself there is a space labeled TAGS< and under this heading, one reads “ARBOGAST, CEYD QUENTIN, OGEN – Operations-General, UR – Soviet Union (USSR).” Now, the way I’m reading that strange list, ARBOGAST, CEYD QUENTIN, and OGEN” would seem to be codewords, with “ARBOGAST” perhaps being the codename for a specific project area, and CEYD QUENTIN and OGEN perhaps being specific projects within that project area. OGEN could be simply a sigil for what follows it: “operations-General”. Then we get something very suggestive: “UR – Soviet Union (USSR).” Is UR explained by what follows it, as OGEN appears to be by “operations-general”, in which case UR becomes some sort of sub-project heading for the Soviet Union in whatever ARBOGAST represents? Perhaps. Or, even better, is UR intended – as one individual who sent this story to me speculated – to represent an ancient UR, Ur of the Chaldeas in Mesopotamia? And is the reference to the Soviet Union indicating that it has some sort of “project ARBOGAST” (whatever that may be) interest in Ur?

Who knows, but I find that whole chain and line of reasoning to be intriguing to entertain.

So, for the moment, color me skeptical, but willing to be open to the high octane speculations here if indeed we could find out more information and details about this document.

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About The Author:

Joseph P. Farrell has a doctorate in patristics from the University of Oxford, and pursues research in physics, alternative history and science, and “strange stuff”. His book The Giza DeathStar, for which the Giza Community is named, was published in the spring of 2002, and was his first venture into “alternative history and science”.

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

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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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About The Author:

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.

Stranger On The Moon | #Creativity | #Imagination| #Positivity | #GoodVibes | #Writing | #Story | #CreativeWriting

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Zy Marquiez
April 15, 2019

Here I am, arriving on the moon drenched in water (don’t ask, we’ll get to that) when I see someone crawl out of a painting. The first thing in my mind: well that’s something you don’t see every day.

A person just contorting their way between the frame of a painting, and landing nigh flat, in nigh perfect balance. In. High. Heels. It was a miracle she didn’t stumble. Hell, I don’t know how women do it.

She looks at me, as I’m drenched in water, and asks, “So, guess you didn’t know about the painting trick huh?”
“I prefer going for a swim, personally.”
“What route did you take?”
The Airport
The Train Station
The Pentagon
Lemuria
Machu Picchu
The Local Starbucks
The Great Pyramid
The Bookstore
The Louvre
Atlantis
“The local pond.”
She suppresses a laugh, and says “You’re kidding” as she gives me the most quizzical expression with her hands on her hips.
“Just like it sounds. I figured out you can get to the moon through the local pond. It’s a stargate in disguise, so easy to hide.”
“Figures. You learn something new every day I guess.”

“Anyways, so – “ I was about to ask…
“Don’t ask,” was the curt reply.
“Fine, I won’t.”

A minute passed by as we just took in the vast expanse of space.

“What are you thinking about?” she inquired.
“And I quote, ‘don’t ask’”
“Why do you have to be so rude?”
“Says the Ice Queen,”
“Hey water works, shut it,” she snapped off.
“I was just giving you a dose of – “

I was cut off by a slow raising of ‘the finger’. No, no, no, not the middle finger. The international “Shut the f@#$ up sign” index finger. My hands raised in resignation and I gave in.

“Fine” I said.
“Fine.”

Tens minutes later…

“So – “ Instantly couldn’t resist.
“Don’t,”
“You know I’m going to ask.“
“Fine, get it over with,” she finally gave in.

But I just started off into space.

Turning her head slowly at an angle, she glares at me impatient. Very impatient.

“Well aren’t you going to ask?”

I just nod slowly over the horizon. She glances left, and we just stare in awe.

She eagerly quotes, “Well that’s not something you see every day.”
“Wait. Wait. Wait.” How did you know I said that? I never said that out loud.”
“I have my ways.”
“Oh really? Is that so?” my curiosity replied.

The nod was slow, ever so. We still glanced over the horizon, amazed at what was taking place right before our eyes.

“We should take a picture of that,” she said in awe.
“We should.”

She begins taking out her camera, and I hurl frigid water straight from a bucket. And she’s drenched head to toe, and she’s pissed.

“How did – “
“I have my ways,” I said as I bolted towards the stargate.

“Hey! Where you going!?”
My voice is trailing off as I yell, “Someone’s going fishing with explosives, and if I don’t make it out now then I’ll be stuck here. C-ya!” was my reply as I ran for my life.

As I’m about jump through the Stargate, at nanoslowness, the gate disintegrates and I end up crashing like superman headfirst into dust. Now I was drenched in water and covered and dust. She loved that. She was reveling in it.

“Don’t you gotta go somewhere,” I snapped off.
“No no no, this is good,” she said hysterically.
“Not as funny as your ticket back home.”
“What….” She echoed slowly craning her head backwards.

Her eyes widened as the painting’s a blazing inferno.

Dropping her shoulders in resignation she says, “I guess we’re stuck here.”

“You started it,” I smirked.
“Well played,” she replied.
“I guess we’re stuck here until someone else comes along through another one of the unknown paths.
“Guess so.”

Staring into the horizon for minutes, she asks “Well aren’t you going to ask?”
“Nah,” I replied promptly.
“Why not?” she replied sadly.
“No no no, don’t get sad. We’re going to be here a long time, questions can wait. But that view though, just look at the Earth. Are we ever going to see a view that amazing of it ever again?”
“Hopefully. But I get what you mean.”
“I wish I could paint that.”
“Oh you mean like this?” she says as she motioned to the side a full painting, an exact replica of what we were seeing.
“That’s cheating.”
“Okay fine.”
“That was neat though. I haven’t learned that one before.”
“Hey genius,” she replies with enough sarcasm to walk all the way to the Earth, “why don’t you take your own advice on imagination?”

I raise the finger, ever, so, slowly.

“Shhhhhh.”

She says not another word for nigh an hour. We just started ever-perplexed at the same object that had shimmered out of nowhere previously.

“Wanna take a selfie?”
“Ugh. I don’t do selfies.”

She merely narrowed her eyes.

“Fine fine fine, we’ll do it your way this time. But only on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“That we get to use that thing over there,” I nodded, “as the background.”
“Why?”
“Because nobody on Earth is going to believe the picture is real, and that just makes it that much more fun.”
“Yeah, because they’re totally going to believe us being on the Moon without that thing. Totally legit.”
“Hey smart ass, just roll with it okay.”
“Okay okay fine,” she replied.

Taking her phone out of her water-dripping purse, she was readying the camera for the selfie when –

– I snapped my fingers and disappeared in a puff of smoke, as a note drifted slowly thereafter.

Picking up the note, she laughs, puts it in her purse, and stomps her stiletto on the ground and vanishes.

Waking up from having my face buried in a book, I yawn ever so slowly.

While I’m stretching waking up, I realize there is a note folded within the book I just woke up from.

Laughing, I put the note away, and make a paper airplane after writing two lines it, and aim it softly at the closest painting as the plane vanishes out of sight. The kid’s eyes next to me got enormous while I mouth “Shhhhhhh.”

The kid smiles, and he starts making a paper airplane. As he’s about to launch it, I close the book and the bell rings.

I have to get back to class.

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Author’s Note:

This post was totally unplanned until nigh an hour go or so. I read a post from someone that spoke about the Moon. That story reminded me of the post I wrote a bit ago called “Have You Ever Walked On The Moon?” More importantly, the post was inspiring, and this was what I wrote off the cuff. My mind is still total mush, so hope it makes some semblance of sense.

Lastly, the kid in the story is merely to serve that imagination is contagious, just like what happened with me right now. You’ll never know how the smallest of circumstances will stoke the embers of someone’s imaginations.

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Have You Ever Walked On The Moon?

“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

BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
March 31, 2019

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 become so mindful that we slow down, 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. Simplicity is oft-overlooked but has resounding effects.

Simplicity leads individuals to not overcomplicate things; it leads to less clutter; it leads to streamlined approach in many different things; it also helps sear the individual to enjoying the totality of life in its full breadth and scope; it also helps in attaining mindfulness. In that mindfulness the individual becomes centered and is able to tackle any circumstance.

All of the above reasons, and more, are why I enjoy walks. Whether you walk by yourself, or with others, walking by its very nature slows you down– just like reading. 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).

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?

Perspective changes everything. Perspective changes thoughts, changes circumstances, and changes people. That’s why viewing the Earth from the Moon while walking has always resonated within me somehow. 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 do it so much that they might take it for granted. Hopefully not though.

There’s something about that consideration – walking on the moon –that’s different. 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 space from a whole ‘nother point of view has this invigorating feeling to it. It would be one of the moments in life that changes you for the better.

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. And why wouldn’t they be? If you are becoming something different, something more, 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 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?

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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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