arch that ended at the same point where it began; without meaningful progress. Most I read in the news represented a static world where problems are identified and highlighted creating anxiety but no editorials of brilliant thought shone through the facts that would give hope to the readers consuming their Billions of people open their eyes and rise every morning to engage the labyrinth of life that they have often unconsciously crafted and move through till at days end they return to their beds, close their eyes and sleep once more. Life unfolds this way for most engaged in work, family and observing the static world around them. Moments that break this silent, snail like circular march occur when an original thought breaks these barriers to change and in a moment unfolds. Faces of friends appear different somehow as does the sky at dusk that is finally noticed as more relevant to life experience than reading one’s e-mail inbox. The former likely provides greater inspiration to feed the little thought of originality that mysteriously appeared in one’s day.

Commuting through cities I have noticed the sky is falling all around us as I wait for the traffic signal to change and turn off my air vents so as not to accentuate the odor of toxic chemicals moving into my breathing space. Faces of drivers in cars around me seem oblivious to what I have noticed or perhaps they have just accepted this as the normal state of affairs. I stopped reading the paper long ago because I began to withdraw from my own circular march that ended at the same point where it began; without meaningful progress. Most I read in the news represented a static world where problems are identified and highlighted creating anxiety but no editorials of brilliant thought shone through the facts that would give hope to the readers consuming their d

tic world around them. Moments that break this silent, snail like circular march occur when an original thought breaks these barriers to change and in a moment unfolds. Faces of friends appear different somehow as does the sky at dusk that is finally noticed as more relevant to life experience than reading one’s e-mail inbox. The former likely provides greater inspiration to feed the little thought of originality that mysteriously appeared in one’s day.

Commuting through cities I have noticed the sky is falling all around us as I wait for the traffic signal to change and turn off my air vents so as not to accentuate the odor of toxic chemicals moving into my breathing space. Faces of drivers in cars around me seem oblivious to what I have noticed or perhaps they have just accepted this as the normal state of affairs. I stopped reading the paper long ago because I began to withdraw from my own circular march that ended at the same point where it began; without meaningful progress. Most I read in the news represented a static world where problems are identified and highlighted creating anxiety but no editorials of brilliant thought shone through the facts that would give hope to the readers consuming their

one’s e-mail inbox. The former likely provides greater inspiration to feed the little thought of originality that mysteriously appeared in one’s day.

Commuting through cities I have noticed the sky is falling all around us as I wait for the traffic signal to change and turn off my air vents so as not to accentuate the odor of toxic chemicals moving into my breathing space. Faces of drivers in cars around me seem oblivious to what I have noticed or perhaps they have just accepted this as the normal state of affairs. I stopped reading the paper long ago because I began to withdraw from my own circular march that ended at the same point where it began; without meaningful progress. Most I read in the news represented a static world where problems are identified and highlighted creating anxiety but no editorials of brilliant thought shone through the facts that would give hope to the readers consuming their

to accentuate the odor of toxic chemicals moving into my breathing space. Faces of drivers in cars around me seem oblivious to what I have noticed or perhaps they have just accepted this as the normal state of affairs. I stopped reading the paper long ago because I began to withdraw from my own circular march that ended at the same point where it began; without meaningful progress. Most I read in the news represented a static world where problems are identified and highlighted creating anxiety but no editorials of brilliant thought shone through the facts that would give hope to the readers consuming their arch that ended at the same point where it began; without meaningful progress. Most I read in the news represented a static world where problems are identified and highlighted creating anxiety but no editorials of brilliant thought shone through the facts that would give hope to the readers consuming their daily dose of news. I had begun to insist on elongating my own moments of unique contemplations because I grew bored living a curved predictability. I began to awaken a child like explorer within that questioned everything and wanted to grow up more meaningfully productive than my former self. Years passed that through my feeding of this new mind that I will term the divine intelligence within, many innovative ideas came forth from my being that changed the nature of my work and every aspect of my life.

Exploration of consciousness afforded me personal experiences that some would term supernatural but to me are a normal expansion of mind and spirit in daily life. I decided to craft the fruits of my journey into a story that would honor quiet, genius mind alive in pockets of simple people who embrace their individuality and creativity. I had met a few who knew what I know; that the mirror of reality all around us is our mind and what we think. This in turn affects the world around us that can be an astoundingly powerful force of change upon a static reality of Earth’s problems if everyone knows the power of a greater mind. Progressive studies conducted by scientists in the way that the quantum field is en