Invocation of the Living Soul

As sure as breath fills my rising chest
And blood pulses through my heart
I command my strength of will to guide judgment
As the world is set to rites

May the forces against me falter in my presence
Let my purpose be pure and true
With no distraction to shake me from my path
As hope bolsters my resolve for truth

No enemy of goodness shall stand against me
No trick of evil able to deceive
Blessed with compassion for the deserving
With powers infinite to that answer

Let this soul know redemption
Let this mind feel hopeful
Let this body root into strength
This is my aim toward goodness

Clear my heart of hate
Let only love remain
May awareness guide my forgiveness
And bring forth those to my aid

Woman and Fire

Woman and Fire

Perfect Mixture of Woman and Fire

We visit her new offices
I’m impressed
She’s at the head of her table
Now she’s free to leave
The papers are collected
She gets up for a drink
Smiling to see me again, we meet
Compliments and comments exchange
Business gets concluded
It’s time to close
I’m the last one out
She makes her move, steps back into me
Turning to save her, eyes met, we kiss
Acting on impulse, my heart is warmed
Excitement rules my mind
I look at her, she learns my name
Our plans then formed
The day is saved
The memory made

-Jeremy Edward Dion

Genesis of Prosperity

I feel like yesterday was the genesis of the rest of my life. At about a quarter past 4 pm yesterday, I completed brokering a three-party loan deal that should be very good for me. It was difficult to organize because it required nearly constant attention and renegotiation of terms, all of which I was trying to do without a personal phone service.

I had gone some time without a phone because I haven’t required one while focusing on writing. I was beginning to enjoy the lacking distractions. But Wednesday I received a call through alternate means that allowed me to realize just how important this deal could be for things I wanted to do, and so I became determined on that course. I made some moves to secure operating costs and by Sunday I was talking again.

There were moments that I thought things were going to fall apart but I kept finding energy from somewhere and solutions presented themselves. I wasn’t sleeping much at night but I would feel recharged in the morning. I would wake at the crack of dawn without any doubt I may have felt the previous night. All I could think of were possible solutions that I focused on as soon as I woke.

It’s a good feeling to be determined toward something. It has been a while since I felt that way. Writing is cathartic but it’s becoming increasingly painless for me. It was refreshing to try my hand at something new and challenging. Patience is extremely important to achieve many goals worth pursuing. Many would say I’m behind, but I look at what people have and what people want, then I feel I’ve done alright so far. Ideas are immortal and I’m in no hurry.

-Jeremy Edward Dion

Grainger Smokestacks of Conway

DMG Smokestacks Sunflare

Sunday February 7, 2016

It’s Super Bowl Sunday, and also the day of the demolition of a historic landmark. I awoke this morning to a thunderous explosion followed by a significant earth tremor. I was soon informed it was the destruction of the smokestacks of the late Dolphus M. Grainger Power Station, just over one kilometer away. I was startled by the explosion but quickly recovered. A lingering emotion was regret that I missed witnessing the demolition. I would have made an effort to wake by 6:30 AM and been at Lake Busbee by 7, standing in the cold rain with an umbrella, if I had known about it. I regretted missing the irreplaceable experience of witnessing the razing of a fifty year old local historic landmark of a town which I’ve lived for fifteen years. I regretted this for about two hours until I rationalized the misfortune and learned something important.

I accepted that I was responsible for missing an event that greatly interested me. I had been so preoccupied with work and play that I missed a major unrecoverable planned event of deep interest, occurring just a kilometer from my residence. The crashing boom that startled me from sleep was a literal wake-up call to my senses. It forced me to realize that I want to be thoroughly informed to the local affairs of the city that affects me. I began to regret less missing the demolition. I started to appreciate the omission of the foreknowledge of the event because I had learned something paramount. I became inspired and motivated to read about the power plant and write what I had learned. More importantly, I was happy I learned of myself a characteristic that I might otherwise not have discovered for much longer. I decided to embrace and own the lost opportunity. If I had been told of the destruction, I would have made a short schedule adjustment and gone to watch. Most likely I would have taken that information for granted and not have realized my deficiency. It’s of course simple to say and accept “we’re responsible for what we learn”, but it’s far more impressive a lesson to miss a grand event that affects us.

I’m going to start reading local newspapers and follow local politics. I want to know about the developments that occur around me. I can’t expect to effect desired changes if I’m ignorant of my environment. I think it’s crucial to take responsibility over our individual education. I can’t presume this is a rare epiphany unrealized by most, but I feel it’s important to share that it took me 37 years to realize I’ve been failing myself by treading water without air in my lungs. Perhaps with my head above water I can get a clear picture of where I’m at, then I’ll start to swim toward beneficial goals.

– Jeremy Edward Dion

Rubble and SmokestacksSmokestack TopsSmokestacks and Clouds

Cool demolition video:
http://www.myrtlebeachonline.com/news/local/article58981203.html

All photographs from:
http://www.myrtlebeachonline.com/news/local/article58791323.html

Relevant articles:
http://www.sciway.net/sc-photos/horry-county/lake-busbee.html
http://wpde.com/news/local/dismantling-of-grainger-power-plant-underway
http://www.thestate.com/news/business/article20715948.html
http://www.myrtlebeachonline.com/news/local/article58791433.html

The Center of the Soul

Several days ago I had a dream about the soul. At least, I think it was about the soul but it might have been allegorical to a thought I had while awake. I don’t need to make a ruling on the reasoning, because either way I learned something. I’m a distant person. I’m extremely involved in something most of the time. Even when I’m at play, it’s usually in a manner of my own design. Games can be very scripted and show a clear path and goal in mind. It’s easy to group and cooperate when the goals are the same. But I have very clear goals for myself as far as design and function. There is a quote that is relevant.

“Work like hell, tell everyone everything you know, close a deal with a handshake, and have fun.”

That’s a quote by Harold Eugene Edgerton, a famous electrical engineer. That motto sounds like a good maxim, but one part is extremely difficult for me. The “tell everyone everything you know” part isn’t probable. It’s also not wise when the general morality of a given society has been diminished.

There are plenty that attempt to tell everyone all they know, but it’s an exhaustive practice and often serves to devalue the reception of what they say. Speech becomes cluttered with redundancy and the practice can serve to alienate those that don’t tell everyone everything they know. This practice can very easily be misinterpreted as desperate attempts to bolster one’s ego by divulging all their knowledge, especially around those that already know the subject matter but refrain from telling everyone everything they know. Certainly it’s a valid argument that people care to share knowledge; sharing an informational resource is a valuable practice after all. But context and presentation shouldn’t be overlooked. There is also a level of self-awareness that should be observed when practicing the impossible. Practitioners should be mindful of individual operational preferences, so as to not be received as being critical of their method, or presumptuous of their ignorance. Clearly just because another doesn’t reciprocate in telling everything they know, doesn’t mean they don’t already know what you’re telling them. It can become quite insulting to relay common information effortlessly.

So where am I going with this and how does it relate to my dream?
As I stated before, I’m a distant person. I don’t greatly require human interaction, but when I prefer it, I go out. I used to believe that was how most people operated just because of the self-projection principle, but then I grew up and observed otherwise. The dream was the presentation of these thoughts in a concise package, presented as a colorful example.

The message of the dream was this: The soul is the collection of our knowledge and it craves strong affirmation.

This is also theorized as the same goal of a story-teller. People ultimately want to be taken seriously. Even a comedian requires an attentive audience for them to be effective. Their skill relies heavily on their knowledge and cleverness. They don’t want to be ignored, they want their comments and ideas to be affirmed; positively received. Ignorance (ignore-ance) is the opposite of sharing (or receiving) knowledge. So to not share and be affirmed, one would assume that individual may be ignorant. So the presumption of a quiet individual’s ignorance could be a valid reason for other’s to unload much redundant information on them. The soul would be the collection of one’s knowledge, and thus the defined character for that entity. People often believe they retain their information in the various forms of some afterlife, but again those are conscious thoughts of operational energies forming new connections and knowledge inside the fatty meat of the brain.

The specifics of the dream are for myself, their relevance to anyone else are limited and I will not share them. But the result of my findings are that in some cases, I appear to be stupid. It sounds funny to say that. But stupidity relies on context of subject, and what is considered common sense of a majority. So for me to not give strong affirmation, or otherwise show interest in what someone is telling me, it leaves an opening for it to be assumed I am ignorant on that subject matter. And when dealing with new data on a subject, it is likely to be true. Just as it is equally likely that I have a preference to spend my time working on my own projects than the interests of others. If my projects lead me into those subjects then I would show interest, but even if that occurs, it’s unlikely I will deviate from my current methods to entertain another’s take on any given subject.

Ignorance and knowledge management also has much to do with the passage of time. Many young people spend an enormous amount of time on activities that have little likelihood of being beneficial to their future usage of time. Bad habits are formed. One can spend a great deal of time learning everything everyone wants them to know. But without having discretion on the dissemination of your knowledge, then a great deal of time is wasted trying to spread knowledge to busy people doing their own thing; they are hardly a receptive audience. But how much effort are you willing to spare?

Now this leads me to the practice of procreation. What is life if it isn’t the spread of information? Procreation and building a civilization is based on the spread of information. But without exercising discretion, we’re likely to end up with undesirable results. The genetic information that’s passed from parents to child are literally a physical manifestation of the result of combined information. The offspring can be undesirable if the creators don’t exercise control over their information; diet, nutrition, wisdom, exercise. But who determines what information is proper for each other to share and reproduce? That should be common sense; which brings us back to the “stupid” argument. Eugenics is a form of procreative control. It deals heavily in the management of genetic information, but it’s still just a design based on the ideal’s of a small group of people trying to control the outcome of other people as per their desired result. It’s common sense to want to have the best possible outcome for your children, so why would anyone listen to the discretionary principles of others that are far removed from your conditions? People must decide for themselves what is right for them. Information can be shared, but have no expectations of strong affirmation for your principles because ultimately, everyone should value their own voluntary efforts over the designs of others.

Let’s get back to the soul. So here is this alleged collection of a living essence. What else could it be if the collection of energy and information wasn’t central to its existence? So if there’s an afterlife.. Take comfort in knowing all your knowledge will be shared with the other energies thereafter. And if there is no soul, then why would you spend so much time attempting to tell disinterested people everything you know when your time is better spent working toward your immediate or long-term goals?

Every so often I’ll elect to tell others something I know, but I have no expectation of how it will be received. I prefer to use discretion most of the time because it feels rude to dump subjects on others without receiving interest from them. However if people have made it a habit to unload on you, it’s customary to dish it back from time to time. But by no means should you project insincere interest, that serves nobody. It wasn’t always my way to manage information in this manner; but experiences have developed a tiny bit of wisdom on the matter.

– Jeremy Edward Dion

No Thing Good

Illuminate Darkness

There’s an annoying pain in my foot. It’s a reminder of past accidents and current regrets. I don’t currently have anything good I want to say. I’m not feeling well right now. There is so much to respond to but I have nothing constructive to add. Things are falling apart. I’m ten days from leaving the state. I’m not looking forward to the drive but I’m excited about the destination. But now my attitude and hope has changed. It took years to be rid of the pain before. It’s back with a vengeance. I knew better than to get comfortable in my environment. I must always be guarded. Everything is designed against you. On a long enough timeline, people are defeated by their environment.

I hate the dark. It’s a classically simple deception. One would not expect danger to be at every corner, but that is the nature of darkness. It is the illumination of those spaces that delivers us from our troubles. It’s too late for me. I can’t trust that things are where they should be in the dark. No one should. It’s quite an unfortunate reality.

I sometimes wonder what it’s like to starve to death. I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about it. I hate food and eating, so I bet that has something to do with it. I’ve never gotten used to eating. Some things taste good but it’s still a burden, as are all things associated with eating. Like the dark, I don’t trust food. A vegetable can look beautiful in the light but as soon as it’s eaten it’s in darkness and begins doing unspeakable things to your body. It’s a really foreign concept. Everything people do is to ensure a food supply. The need for decent shelter can come and go with nomadic migration but food is what keeps the slaves from venturing too far from their trusted sources. People used to take a special interest in food, growing or acquiring it from local sources, but now people eat foreign objects from bags or cans shipped from far off lands. Food is a different kind of darkness and shouldn’t be trusted.

-Jeremy Edward Dion