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Captain, my Captain.
GR-F, an addendum.

At the age of around 17, I was struggling with some very bad circumstances, and was on a one way downward spiral.  I was at the lowest point of my life.  My time was limited, and there was no help to be had.  By chance, I rented a VHS of a movie called ‘Dead Poets Society’.
I watched the entire movie, silent, wide-eyed, awe-struck.  By the time the Captain, my Captain scene came on, my world had already, irrevocably changed, for the infinitely better.  A new dawn, all new possibilities with no limitations, renewed energy flowing again.  By the end of the movie, I was in tears, trying to assimilate it all.  This movie marked what was the beginning of a change for the better.  My life began again.  It is fair to say that this movie saved my life.  From here my journey of discovery started, and continues on to this very day.

Today, I shed more tears.  But I will walk on, my eyes, mind and heart full, continuing to explore, not wasting the gift of insight granted to me that day.

I have no more words left to me, Robin, except to tell you; thank you.

Captain, my Captain.

Captain, my Captain.
GR-F, an addendum.

At the age of around 17, I was struggling with some very bad circumstances, and was on a one way downward spiral. I was at the lowest point of my life. My time was limited, and there was no help to be had. By chance, I rented a VHS of a movie called ‘Dead Poets Society’.
I watched the entire movie, silent, wide-eyed, awe-struck. By the time the Captain, my Captain scene came on, my world had already, irrevocably changed, for the infinitely better. A new dawn, all new possibilities with no limitations, renewed energy flowing again. By the end of the movie, I was in tears, trying to assimilate it all. This movie marked what was the beginning of a change for the better. My life began again. It is fair to say that this movie saved my life. From here my journey of discovery started, and continues on to this very day.

Today, I shed more tears. But I will walk on, my eyes, mind and heart full, continuing to explore, not wasting the gift of insight granted to me that day.

I have no more words left to me, Robin, except to tell you; thank you.

Captain, my Captain.

New Blog. Dark Philosophy: Tao of Shadows.

My new work is now online and live.  Text only, written as if I am writing a book, all work is original.

Dark Philosophy: Tao of Shadows.

http://taoofshadows.tumblr.com

Jun 9

Archived 10.06.14

Archived for reference purposes, on request, 10.06.14

New blog coming, also on request, sometime this week. Link will be posted here and on FB.

Walk On.

In two weeks, the Ghost-R Fusion blog will be shut down. The purpose for which it was designed has been met, and I feel to continue on would be redundant. Stagnation is beginning to creep in. It is time for me to move on to my next phase of operational work, personal training, creativity and part of my life. I would like to thank those of you who have been reading the blog over the last 18 months or so, and I hope you’ve been able to gain a small tidbit here and there in order to make your own paths more navigable. I would also like to sincerely thank hexington, lil-foxes-story, thisissoniaspeaking, mesmemos, & themillionway for providing much needed inspiration; keep fighting the good fight folks. For those who wish, I can be contacted via my Facebook; Akki No Kage.

I will leave with what is, for me, the most important lesson in Jeet Kune Do.

"Learning Jeet Kune Do is not a matter of seeking knowledge or accumulating stylised pattern, but is discovering the cause of ignorance… If people say Jeet Kune Do is different from ‘this’ or ‘that’, then let the name of Jeet Kune Do be wiped out, for that is what it is, just a name. Please don’t fuss over it." - Bruce Lee, Tao of Jeet Kune Do.

Keep on flowing.
Axé.

There is a great balance to be found, I know now, for utter selflessness can be as great a fault as utter selfishness, and a life of complete sacrifice, without joy, is, at the end, a lonely and empty existence.

- Drizzt Do’Urden, The Two Swords, by R.A. Salvatore.

Ghosting.

A recent conversation with a brother. He asked me how I was going; he’d seen what he knows as a danger sign from me of late- I was going very quiet. Others have been remarking about it randomly of late. On the job, it usually means that tactically, I was about to assertively and quietly deal with something and make sure it was sorted permanently. I didn’t really say much in reply, except to tell him that I was ‘Ghosting’. He understood immediately, and was placated somewhat.
Ghosting means to go incognito. Being the ‘grey man’. Hiding in plain view. Walking on. But it also means not getting into trouble, and hence, why my brother was satisfied with my response. I did not elaborate with him why I was Ghosting, nor did he ask for how long.

This conversation was held with another friend, whom I hold in very high regard. I touched on only a few of the gamut of issues that have arisen of late. She reminded me that things happen for a reason, and to never forget to look at things from alternative points of view. ‘Captain, my Captain’, I remarked to her at the time, quoting Dead Poets Society.

But the time has come for me to take a step backwards. Other issues remain, and I need a break, before the said issues break me. The oak tree, unbending, snaps under the weight of snow; a willow will bend and survive. But a willow, too, can be buried if enough snow falls. It is then a question of survival under duress until the spring thaw. Periodically, I retreat within myself to look deep within and find resolution. I cut myself off from those around me and disappear for a time. I fear that to those around me, I come across as silent and offish. I have yet to master the art of self reconciliation and at the same time not pushing away those for whom I care. To them I say; be patient with me where I cannot be patient with myself.

Due to a recent wrist injury, my training must now evolve. The old ankle injury has healed, and so I will be renewing kick based training; leg and lower body weights coupled with some bag work and some Capoeira until my wrist has healed. I’m hoping this will help some; the benefits meditating to my music whilst I work on a floor to ceiling bag cannot be overstated. Work is driving me to absolute distraction, but my return to the gym must wait for 4 more days on account of my irregular hours.

To where from here? I still do not know, save to remark that this shadowed path I walk in the moonlight, I must accept that I walk it alone. Some may travel in parallel for a time, but inevitably, they must be free to find their own destinations, unencumbered.

My weekend is free, and as it approaches, I find myself planning to drive to a national park a few hours from here, and disappear for a couple days. I need to find perspective, and it is my hope, some inner quiet.

Captain, my Captain.

For some reason, this reminds me of a few years back when I was teaching martial arts on top of a high rise in New York.  The view, the chi, everything was incredible.

For some reason, this reminds me of a few years back when I was teaching martial arts on top of a high rise in New York. The view, the chi, everything was incredible.

Via ESPN F1.  Monaco 2014.

Via ESPN F1. Monaco 2014.

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.

- Caitlin Moran  (via spiritualjournies)

Wow. Wow wow wow

(via shayeofthesea)

'To Change with Change is the Changeless State' - Bruce Lee.

(Source: lustsandluxuries)

Sepultura- Roots. Screen caps.

Axé.

Sublime.

Via the Chive/List25.

Sublime.

Via the Chive/List25.

Count your blessings instead of your tears, count your strengths instead of your fears.

- Via Popi Doukakis FB, today.

hexington:

Have you planted any Easter eggs in the show?
David Peterson: One of the biggest is from Episode 3 this season. There’s a scene where the Meereenese rider is challenging Daenerys’ champion. He’s shouting and Nathalie Emmanuel [Missandei] is translating – but she’s not translating what he’s saying. He’s actually saying a Low Valyrian translation of the French guy’s insults in ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail.’ That was [series creator] Dan Weiss’s idea and it was so hilarious that I had to do it.

Have fans caught on?
David Peterson: They know that something’s going on. Right after that episode aired, I was getting tweets like, “Is he saying a ‘your momma’ joke?” Close… But no, he’s actually starting out with, “Your mother is a hamster.”  (x)

Amazing.

… speaking of Pythonesque humour.

(Source: stannisbaratheon)

Some awe inspiring photos on the Chive today. Too many to post, here are two random ones.

Life is good.

The act of helping and giving with no thought for return or recompense will reward you with good karma with dividends.

- A.N.K. (In conversation with a colleague today during ops).