A Story of Point

Point lives in a two-dimensional world.  He is surrounded by millions of other points living in the same world.  Point can move from place to place and when he does, he leaves a line that shows his path.

When Point want to go someplace, he never seems to go straight to that place.  He finds himself taking unusual routes and sometimes encountering other points in their journey to their destinations.

Point wonders why things never so directly to where he wants to go.  Sometimes, he seems to be going away from where he wants to go.  Sometimes, he just stops and suddenly finds himself in a totally different place, unaware of how he got there in the first place.  He sees points get born and he sees them die only to reappear in some other area of two-dimensional space-time.

Sometimes, Point is sure he is going to get to his destination and sometimes he doesn’t.  Sometimes it can happen quickly and sometimes it takes the longest time.   When he wants to go left, he finds himself moving towards the right or instead of going forward, he goes backwards.

He sees other points moving towards their destinations and find that some are moving quickly while most seem to move in random directions.  Sometimes, they are just standing still.

One day, Point wanted to know why things were the way they were.  Was everything random?  Was there any reason to the strange paths some points take in their lives?  Why does life sometimes take points towards their goal and why life sometimes oppose them?

Things should be easy!  Just move in the direction of your goals and take control of your actions and you will get to your destination.  But why so many detours?  Why are there other points and lines in his way?  Is there any rhyme and reason to all the things that happen to points?

One day, Point did something very strange.

Point looked up!

Other points thought he was weird.  No points look up!

Why look up?  There was no such thing as “up” in a two-dimensional world!  All the scientists and rational points said we can only perceive two dimensions and time!  But something made Point look upwards and Point looked for a long time.  Somehow, he knew there was such as thing as “Up”.

Point kept gazing upwards asking for a sign, for enlightenment.

One day, Point was given a gift.  He was able to move up!  He climbed something, and from a new vantage point, he saw something and began to understand.  His awareness grew.  He began to remember something he already knew, but not as a point.  He was no longer just a point!  He was something much greater!


He was part of something called a pen!  Each point just the tip of a pen, manifested from many other unseen points.  He was in a world of infinite number of points arranged in three physical dimensions!  He saw other pens on top of similar points.  From his new vantage point, he could now see that the movement of lines in his any other points’ lives were not random at all but part of an expression of forms that meant something!

When he looked down for the first time, from his new awareness, he recognized letters, words, sentences and paragraphs.  He could see pens moving. not in random patterns, but it intelligent lines and curves each one meaning something profound.  Everything had meaning!

There was nothing random after all.  All the lines, all the gaps, all the detours were part of a whole story written by a larger consciousness of which he was a part.  He came from one of  countless pens, becoming part of a line, a curve, a letter, a word in two-dimensional space, sometimes to leave it and then return to it, etching another mark, another set of points, another life!

Then Point wondered..

Was there any more?

So, Point looked upward again.


Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones

Freedom is no longer caring about what others think about you. Happiness is taking all the sticks and stones others hurl at you…and building a palace!

This image will soon be available at www.aoi-presents.com.

The Choice To Take the Paved Road

How does it feel to suddenly find out your income is about to be slashed to the point where you’re going to have to dig into your savings just to stay above water?

Not good! Not good at all!

My employer just informed the entire company that all employees would be furloughed for two weeks, at our scheduling convenience, of course! For many of the top executives, this is hardly a hardship. But for many of the line workers, the loss of two weeks pay may be financially devastating.

The reaction was as expected. The halls were filled with the sounds of verbal expressions of angst, grumbling, anger and a general reduction in the morale, even if the furloughs were sold as being “for the good of the company”. It’s another way of saying “be glad you still have a job”! I understand business, but I also understand the financial fear that many now face for the upcoming months. Can you blame anyone for feeling like this?

A loss of two weeks pay is difficult for me but not necessarily devastating. I have been in worse situations before and have come up on top. Yet, I was caught up in the disappointment, fear and even anger at the “top executives” who came up with this idea.

But allowing myself to wallow in this does not solve my problem. If anything at all, it exacerbates it!

It creates an immediate and powerful energy of LACK that radiates from my being. I start seeing that I don’t have enough instead of realizing that I have reserves and resources to draw upon for this short period of time.

But even more importantly, I was making an awful choice! And that was the most important thing of all.

I chose to think negatively and it affected my entire evening and possibly even my health (couldn’t sleep last night).

We can chose what we imagine, what we entertain in our minds. We can follow the throng down the road of despair instead of following the paved road that people seem to ignore.

Happiness is not in the money but in the images I entertain in my head. It is that happiness that changes the radiation we send out which, in turn, attracts the conditions and circumstances of our lives. The money is a result of the radiation we emit, the vibration of our character. It is merely a by-product! And the vibration itself, is a choice!

So I chose to wallow in prosperity, not lack. It’s not the money that I consider prosperity. It is the feeling of freedom and peace that money brings. The money is just a means to prosperity.

Once I made this choice, things began to look a little different. Losing two weeks pay means that I need to tighten my belt a little bit. Perhaps I’ll gain that smaller waistline I always wanted by buying simpler, healthier food rather than boxed pizza. I’ll spend less time in Starbucks and drink a lot less coffee. I’ll go walking instead of eating out. I have a great excuse to actually have a healthier and happier life.

Do I get a part-time job? Maybe, maybe not. But I refuse to do it out of fear. Why not look for a part-time job where I can actually play, one that I am passionate about? Does the job exist? Who says it doesn’t? And it may just transition me to a new career for retirement. (As for retirement, I don’t want to stop working. I just want to get more creative and get paid to play.)

I get to stay home more instead of going out which gives me more time to read (I’m an introvert, if you can’t already tell). I can spend more time working on music and creating songs and videos.

I can spend more time writing and thinking about futuristic ideas. That means more blog entries!!

Now, the furlough isn’t as bad as it originally seemed. Now, I see it as an opportunity, a challenge, a game! It has given me time!! It’s an opportunity to find and create whatever conditions I need and want to gain freedom, both financial and personal. It is an impetus, a push, a signal that things are about to change. But that change depends on my frame of mind!

When I first got notice about the furlough, I was all doom and gloom, just like everybody else. But there is also an excitement. It’s an excitement of discovery, of being pushed to find another path that may supplement what I already have. It is a path that may just lead to more fun.

There is always something out there but we fail to see it because we are closed to it. I actually love my job. It is mentally engaging and challenging. It gives me the opportunity to create and invent and challenges me to find new ways to do things. It gives the

Now I can apply this to help others and I am given the impetus to do so.

Sometimes, we are given road blocks, not to stop us, but to move us in the direction of our dreams. All we have to do, is realize that and just follow the signs.

And above all, relax and chose the thoughts and images that create a sense of excitement and adventure. The next chapter in the novel of Life is just starting!

Breaking Away From the Maelstrom of Negativity

I made a terrible mistake!

I came across a video that was making its rounds through the internet. Drawn by its title, my curiosity was piqued. Like most news stories, it had a sensationalistic title which I took to be nothing more than an overdone, National Enquirer type, headline meant to draw an audience. So I clicked on it expecting a typical hyped up news segment.

I was not prepared for the raw, grizzly, morbid images that assaulted, not only my eyes and ears, but my very being.

It watched an untouched scene of the gruesome execution of an innocent man for his own beliefs.

I do not wish to give you the details. I do not want to give this image any more power in my imagination beyond that which I need to express my feelings in this matter.

I, myself, am to blame for all this. I allowed myself the satisfaction of morbid curiosity. I watched that video with as much disbelief as I did fascination. This couldn’t be real, could it? No one would post such a gruesome scene unless it was something out of Hollywood horror movie! Even now, I wonder, and hope, that the whole thing was just a staged prank. I am disgusted that I allowed myself to watch such a horrid and inhumane act. Despite my horror, I watched the video, hoping that it was just an act. I was hoping it was a prank. Surely there would a disclaimer after.

But it was not to be. I witnessed a real destruction of a human life.

Not only did I “buy” into this video, I succumbed to an emotional outrage within me that I could not help bringing the horrific injustice in my mind over and over again. Outrage is a powerful negative force that can release an incredible amount of energy.

I knew that I was feeding this negativity and releasing it into the world.

Imagination is such a powerful force that whatever we entertain in our imagination with intense feeling and passion is projected into the world. This bad gets worse and worse and worse and mind after mind participates in it reinforcing its fearsome energy. This is how both good and bad events escalate. But out attention and fascination is drawn mainly to the negative events.

We watch the news and believe that the news represents the whole world when, in fact, it represents a mere fraction of a percent of what the world is like. The more numerous, dominant, positive, normal, events are ignored as not being “news-worthy” while our focus is drawn towards the infinitesimally small number of negative events that dominate the consciousness of this world. Yes, negativity sells! That’s how news services make money and how some groups attract followers. And I just helped sell that morbid negativity to the world.

But this is not the right use of our Imagination just as nuclear weapons are wrong use of nuclear energy. Our Power of Imagination is impartial and non-judgmental. It takes whatever we see in our minds and projects that to the world in proportion to the strength of the feeling we put into it. It can be a vehicle for peaceful advancement or a weapon of mass destruction that makes the atomic bomb pale in comparison.

I have worked to eliminate that terrible image of terror and murder from my mind by directing my Imagination through positive avenues. Deep inside, I felt fury as I saw man’s inhumanity to a fellow man, solely because of his or her beliefs. It did not matter that I did not know the deceased. I wanted to rebel, to take up arms against this inhumanity but, by doing so, I knew that I would merely add more power to the imagining that made this negative event possible.

I am no soldier. I am non-violent. I can’t even see the point in pretend warfare. Yet, I found myself waging a metal campaign of revenge. By doing so, I almost allowed myself the very type of mind-set that produced this atrocity. That is no way to move the world to a better place.

Instead, let me serve at a higher level. To change the world means to change the images that it sees and the thoughts it entertains. I may not change the world. One person will not be enough. But I will change mine! And, perhaps, that is a start.

I have used to blog to explain how the world is created by the images we entertain in our heads. There is a cause and effect at work in Creation. Perhaps, it is now time to actual present positive images for every negative image that comes my way. Let me tell the story of success instead of failure, or shaking hands and hugs instead of gun and sword fights. Let me speak of rockets that fly to new colonies in space rather than to carry warheads that destroy.

This is the last message I have that will carry any negative image. If imagination can offer a “non-real” but happier situation, then I would rather live in fantasy than in the so-called “real” world. I know that, as more and more share positive imaginings, the world has not choice but to change, because we create from what we imagine.

We can live a life of Magic. And that Magic lies in our Imagination.