“Another world, another time, in the age of wonder…”

– Dark Crystal, one of the many films my mum introduced me to and watched with me when I was just a wee boy.

Happy Birthday Mum! I am forever in your debt for creating me and bringing me into the world. You are the source of all that is good in my world. You are the the beginning of my story and I hope in the end I make you proud. You taught me the value of what it means to be alive. You taught me kindness, compassion and love for all people regardless of differences and disagreements. You showed me that it is possible to keep going even when people act cruel towards you or hurt you or try to break you for their own selfish and malicious agendas. You have been through so much and made unbelievable sacrifices for the happiness of your children. Your strength is my strength. You gave me the freedom to dream, to think for myself, to question everything and create my own path in life – one of the greatest gifts any mother can give to their child. You never forced me to be something I am not. In your own special way you expressed your love for me. You made your one and only son feel special.

You introduced me to cinema, the arts, music, science and created the environment where I was able to go on my own journey to find myself. I have learned many beautiful, amazing and powerful things from you but there is one thing that will stay with me in my travels going beyond my existence here. One thing that will live on in everything I leave behind. It is that memories are more than just moments to be cherished and remembered. Memories are the only thing that give our lives any meaning and purpose. It is the cornerstone of all our stories on Earth. When my time comes to perish and to make my way back home from where I came from, the stars, it is the memories I will leave behind that will live on forever. I will always remember you Mum like a memory that will always remember me…forever, across time and space. 

-X-

What is it that makes us feel alive? Every moment in our lives is defined by what comes next and sometimes it can change things that have already happened or sometimes it changes everything we are. How? Why? What the hell am I talking about? Time. Time is a world of its own. I guess we have to learn how time works on a human level. 365 days on a cosmic scale means nothing (literally) but to us it can mean everything or anything. And if that is not enough to make your life count then what is the point of any it?

When the Big Bang happened, time also began. From that point onward time had a its own way to tell the story. What came long after was the beginning of a story like no other…it eventually lead to our story. The story of humanity. And to stand still in time is like not living in time. For what its worth for all time and space, don’t stand still. Don’t watch the world pass by. Be the one who makes the world pass by.

One of my favourite quotes is “The universe does not bend itself to our ignorance” by author and researcher Robert Schadewald. It refers to the nature of how people are and function based on the way they perceive reality according to their beliefs. Sadly ignorance gets the best of them. People tend to live in worlds of their own orbiting around other worlds. But the saddest thing is not that people invent realities and believe it, the saddest thing is why people choose to do it in the first place.

Why do people make up stories? Are they confused? Is there some agenda at work? Why in the face of truth, evidence and facts people choose to live in a bubble made up of misinformation and lies? Why do people persist in self delusion? The universe does not bend itself to our petty beliefs, ideas or stories. Yet the universe is real and makes itself known in a language independent of our ignorance. It is our humanity that bends itself to the universe. 

As America slowly tortures itself for Election Day – the moment that will essentially define the future of America and the world, I wonder what chain of events will unfold. What will become of the center stage? A storm has been brewing in the cold hearts of the hateful across the land. Yet on this very same land before the dawn of the so-called new world, newcomers of the west arrived with hateful cold hearts. For the native hunters, the moonlight played a significant role to help them prepare for the coming winter. Centuries later I am reminded of a time long forgotten. How something simple as moonlight made a difference between life and death.

Will Election Day mark the end of this new world? Are the hateful cold hearts from the time before anymore different than the hateful cold hearts from today? Will we cause our own destruction? I hope just as tonight’s moonlight shines brighter than most nights, the future of the world will also shine brighter than all the times before. After all we have been to the moon and back. I guess in a way we are all each other’s moonlight. And that can make all the difference between life and death.

Welcome to my multiverse where all things wonder, human and stars come together. This is my very first blog post. For a very long time I have been meaning to do a blog, mainly just for myself. Friends have been trying to make me do one for ages. Well here it is, the random musings of a dreamer. This is a work in progress. Small steps. I am still learning how this works. For me this is a journey of self-discovery and the discovery of others. Join me if you wish on this journey to the stars…and beyond. And if not, well it does not stop the skies from calling.

 

Watch this space.