Star Wars

I finally broke down today and went to see, “Star Wars: The Force Awakens.”  I’ve been resisting because it is so violent, and I didn’t want to bring more violence into my world and by transitivity into the world around me.

But I broke down and I went because the fact of the matter is the most conscious most wise most present people I know are in near-constant battle.  They fight amongst themselves and with other great humans around the world.

They don’t fight with guns and bombs; no red blood is spilled.  Rather, they have heated arguments over lofty principles and visions of the future and the direction of the planet and the allocation of global resources and the teaching methods most deserving of investment and on and on and on…

Their light sabers and laser guns are filled not with highly super-charged photons, but rather with beam-like, concentrated mental and psychic energy.

They fight and they fight and they fight, and if we possessed the power to perceive the beams of energy, we would see the skies around us and above us filled with the criss-crossing patterns of electric blue and red light.  We would see the dark grey smog which arises as the beams interact with the nano-sized particles of pollution in the air:  a thick soot choking out the healing rays of the sun.

Why did I go see Star Wars?  Because Star Wars is what my experience is.  Star Wars is what is happening in my life. Star Wars isn’t creating the violence:  it is art mirroring life.  It is making the invisible visible.

It may be a John Lennon-esque thought, but if we put all of the resources we put into fighting into meeting the needs of everyone who joins the wars, we could create need-free people, who would then largely lose the impulse to fight in the first place.  And — I assert we would have lots of resources left over, because I suspect it is a lot cheaper to give people what they need (and to a degree what they want too) then to pay for all of the battles.

May the Force be with us all, everyone of us!

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The Newsroom, Opening Theme, Orchestral Score (Sheet Music)

I’d be happy to send you a PDF file of the score, which you can receive by emailing me at Happy music-making!

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The Newsroom Opening Theme–First Fragment

The Newsroom Opening Theme--First Fragment

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Meditation Q & A.   The subtitle is, “Questions submitted to online forums,
answered by Prahas.”  Enjoy!

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Blocking communications

It’s the 2018 NFL football season, and the Pittsburgh Steelers (of all teams) have perfected a secret device to tap into the on-field communications systems of the other teams.

As they go through their season playing against the San Francisco 49ers, the Seattle Seahawks, the Washington Redskins and others, the men from Pittsburgh are able to block the messages from the sky box to the coaches and quarterback on the field, and instead have their crack team of voice actors issue their own commands.  And they manage to do it in a subtle enough way that the other team doesn’t know it.

At the key moment, a wrong play is called and the other team makes a game-losing mistake.  

In that fashion, the Steelers cruise to a Super Bowl victory with an undefeated record.  

Word of the secret device leaks out, but the society has become so devoid of integrity that nobody cares enough to do anything about it (fearing violent reprisal from the thugs who own the Steelers).

That, the plot of my as-yet unnamed upcoming techno-thriller…

‘Nough said (for now).


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It has been said it is time to write.   

Write what? 

Already I feel the neurons constricting.  The face muscles contorting.  

“Shut up!” is the message.  The whys left unspecified.

And so, a recurring subplot in the stream of micro-events I call “my life” is the conflict between the “write now” character and the “shut up!” character.

“Write now.”

“Shut up!”

“Write now.”

“Shut up!”

Left out of the erudite conversation is the issue facing most thoughtful creators of all stripes:  is there anything of significance which needs to be expressed?

This has always been an issue facing the artist.  Today the issue is made complex by the fact that our audiences are faced with mega-info-overload.  Five hundred satellite TV channels, a bizillion blogs, a million magazines, and on and on and on…

The mega-info-glut presents two problems:  1) doesn’t it seem likely that everything worth saying has been said, dozens of times over?  2) Even if I stumble upon a tremendously fresh new insight, and manage to write it up in an interesting, competent manner, how in the world is anyone going to find it?

It seems to me a much more useful application of my time and energy is seducing people into the world of not-expressing:  that is, into the various spiritual disciplines which, when practiced diligently, take the participant into realms beyond the mind, beyond language, beyond thought, and beyond expression.

The mystics down through the ages have always been engaged in this seduction.  These days, it has become apparent to me that the only truth which needs to be expressed is the truth that non-expression — that is, silence — is what is truly needed in each of our lives.

So count my little essay as another Zen “finger pointing toward the moon.”  I have to use words to direct you, dear reader, towards the place residing beyond all words.  

Find this place and abide there:  allow it to nourish you and shower you with wisdom, bliss, and peacefulness.



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On rag-dolls and zombies…

“Please: No violent video games.”

A simple request of a sixth grade computer class in which I was the substitute teacher.

Of course, this becomes “the line in the sand.”  Thoughts race through the students’ minds:  “How much can we get away with — our guy being a new substitute and all.” “Dude — how do you pronounce your name?”  Never mind that I’ve already veered away from the optional lesson plan which would involve actual teaching and learning.

First there are the sports games. While they provide a comparatively healthy outlet for pent-up energy, they are violent.  (Wouldn’t you call twenty two big men crashing into each other with all their might violent?)  Given the options, the lesser of available evils.

Then there is the otherwise-bright girl who decides to pull up a game which involves throwing rubber balls at a “rag-doll-person,” who appears to be injured by the pelting.  Certainly violent, but at least she’s firing rubber bullets.  I could relate to this girl. The peer pressure is intense — fit in or else…

What about the on-screen bicycle rider, careening down a set of stairs, body parts and blood flying. Is this a violent video game?  The students I asked did not think so.  After all, the only person getting hurt is the bike rider himself.

And of course the zombie games: first person shooters with blood and gore everywhere.  The 12-year-old’s analysis:  “The zombies start out dead, so it’s not really violent.”  I kid you not.

To be fair, one student spent five minutes on a web site which creates opportunities for students from 130 countries to work together on projects which make a meaningful contribution to the health and welfare of the planet.  A drop of sanity in a sea of lunacy.

My classroom was being dowsed with violence. Energies from parents, teachers, and friends who are not getting what they want, and who would rather fight with each other than sit down and discuss their differences like grown human beings. Discuss, collaborate, and share the resources we have available to all of us.

Think of the paradise on earth we could co-create if we took all of the resources we employ to beat each other up, and instead used them for the things we all need to live a beautiful and rich life.

I will not be silent any longer. I will speak common sense until my last breath. There is just too much at stake to do otherwise.

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