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Third Eye from the Sun ~ Creative Vision

Suspend your conditioned disbelief and open your mind to the possibility that you’ve been shortsighted from the start. Now, try to imagine a world far beyond your understanding. Why am I instructing you to do this? Because that’s the reality of this world. It’s the reality of the world we’ve all been born into.

“Artifice Unreal”

Vision Statement:

Human beings have historically relied on their limited physical perceptions to find reason and make sense of the world around them. This ‘making sense of things’ has given rise to the amassment of a vast database of accepted knowledge in every field of study which has piqued the curiosity of mankind since the beginning of time. Our need to label and categorize each new discovery and experience, and subsequently place it in the appropriate field of study, has often led to disputes between the various ologies. Notoriously, theology, philosophy, sociology and the physical and theoretical sciences, have been judged as incompatible, incomparable, and even adversarial in their belief systems. This disunifying categorization of ideas has invariably led to one blind spot after another, one war of ideology after another, and yes, one battered and bruised ego after another. But can one belief system ever completely negate another? I think not. And even if the human race could unanimously agree on which belief system we should follow, how could we ever know if we’re heading toward the purest or truest perception of reality. Third Eye from the Sun will seek to blur the boundaries between ideologies. The film will question the commonly accepted ‘sensible’ nature of reality. It is likely that human beings will never fully unravel the mysteries of the Universe, let alone understand how consciousness affects our perception of what is actually happening here. Can the energy fields emitted by collective consciousness be captured and contained to be selectively deployed as curing agents for the existential threats we humans are currently facing? I don’t know for sure, but intuition is telling me that this fringe ideology is worth a thorough exploration.

Preferred location for Uncle Neil’s secluded workshop. The place where Maynard will design and build a conscious energy transmitter and receiver. Rose Dhu Island, Chatham County, GA.

Synopsis:

Maynard Otto Barrett, a discredited and disillusioned quantum physicist, finds himself ostracized by family, friends and associates because he’s been increasingly outspoken about his nonconventional theories concerning the nature of human consciousness. As a boy, Maynard’s favorite relative, and the person who introduced him to the wonders of physics and philosophy in the first place, was his mother’s brother, Uncle Neil. Maynard would visit his uncle’s house out on the marshes whenever he was given permission by his mother, but it was only on rare occasions that she would grant him that permission because she didn’t trust her brother’s judgment. Cindy Barrett knew her older brother Neil was always getting completely wrapped up in his crazy experiments and she feared her little boy would be easily influenced by his madcap imaginings. As any good son would, Maynard tried to assuage his mother’s worries about the time he was spending with Uncle Neil, but the more time he spent with him, the more apparent his intrigue became and the less convincing his arguments were. His uncle’s strange stories and ideas were indeed unrealistic, but Maynard truly enjoyed the way he felt when he was hanging out with Uncle Neil in his ad-hoc laboratory. There, he felt like the world was a magical place. A place where anything could happen at any given time.

Maynard’s father had never shown much interest in his son, or anything else for that matter, so when he abandoned Cindy and Maynard just after the boy’s seventh birthday, Uncle Neil became the one and only male role model in young Maynard’s life. Uncle Neil taught his nephew everything he’d learned through a lifetime of studying physics and metaphysics, but the most important thing he taught him was how to think for himself. At ten years old, when his mother informed him that they would be moving away from the rural coastline of southern Georgia to look for better employment opportunities in Atlanta, Maynard rebelled. At first, he tried to reason with her, telling her that they were doing just fine in Shellman Bluff, but he knew how unreasonable that sounded, so his second strategy was to go to his uncle and ask him to talk to his mother. Neil knew his sister well. He knew that when she made a decision to do something, there was really no point in trying to talk her out of it. Maynard and his mom never made it to Atlanta. Instead, they settled in the city of Athens, where Cindy found work at the University of Georgia, the college that Maynard would attend for the first four years of his undergraduate studies. When they first arrived in Athens, Maynard and his mom talked often about returning to Shellman Bluff, at least to visit Uncle Neil, but within months they were both so caught up in building new lives for themselves that they only rarely mentioned his name, and when they did, it was with a nostalgic reverence that left them both shaking their heads in wonder. In the isolated social environment of Shellman Bluff, Uncle Neil’s outlandish ideas had seemed fairly rational, but in the brightly lit and intellectually progressive city of Athens, those same ideas seemed to be completely delusional.

During his graduate studies at the University of Florida, in Gainesville, Maynard attempted to contact his Uncle Neil a couple of times through the mail but never received a response. The last time Maynard had seen or heard from him was the day he and his mom drove out of Shellman Bluff heading for Athens. His uncle had always been an off-the-grid kind of guy. As far as Maynard knew, he had never owned a cell phone and he mistrusted the government to the point of paranoia, so it was understandable that it was difficult to contact him. Every time that Maynard thought about driving north to check on Uncle Neil, something would keep him from it. Years went by, and life went on. Maynard earned a PhD in quantum physics, minoring in philosophy from MIT. He was forty-three, married and living in Cambridge, Massachusetts and his world seemed to be spiraling out of control. For the past twenty years his internal thoughts had been waging war with every exterior source of knowledge that he’d been introduced to during his studies. In both his professional and his personal life Maynard felt like an imposter. He was losing touch with everything that had ever mattered to him, which now included an estranged wife and two children of his own. When he took an honest look back at his life, he realized that the day he said goodbye to Uncle Neil was the day that he had stopped considering the unlimited possibilities of life and had started instead to imagine only the limitations.

Maynard knew that it was time to return to Shellman Bluff. He’d concluded that the only way he could untangle the mess he’d made of things was to return to his uncle’s laboratory to see for himself if the man he knew as Uncle Neil was legitimately insane or simply misunderstood by society. He had no idea whether his uncle was alive or dead, but he knew this journey was likely to change his long-held perceptions about everything and everyone. Against all opposition and inquisition, Maynard leaves Cambridge and heads for Shellman Bluff and his uncle’s home in the marsh. What he discovers there is so far outside the boundaries of his previous experience that it makes him not only question his own sanity, but it leads him down a pathway and into an alternative reality from which he may never return.

Third Eye Candy

No Beginning ~ No End ~ In Cyclical Perpetuity

To unveil the new fantastic, we’ll first need to extract some sturdy threads which have been woven into the fabric of our perceived reality by the acclaimed visionaries and exiled heretics who came before us. By simply weaving more unique threading’s into a tapestry that’s already overladen with ideas and imaginings (both antiquated and revolutionary) we’d be bound to obliterate some clear sightlines into the timeless realm of the unimaginable. If just one bold and unadulterated look should bring us beyond the borderlands of the known, we might yet bear witness to the vast unknown. “Beholder of the obvious!”, you exclaim, “There’s nothing new under the sun. Just old ideas reimagined, rehashed and regurgitated.” Let’s suppose I do acknowledge and agree with what you say. Subsequently, I might wonder if that’s why the most memorable modern tales seem to start somewhere in the middle of the story. The story I’ll begin telling you today may not be entirely unique, or even original, in your estimation, but I assure you that it comes from a primordial place within my own psyche. A place that I perceive is eternally in direct contact with all that exists. The story’s origins are ancient and futuristic, both. It’s place in time is ambiguous although its theme is ubiquitous. A story like this one needs an introduction that is outside the norm. And so, it begins, on an outer ripple, somewhere in the middle… –

Once upon a mind, there was an itch, an itch that seemed nearly impossible to scratch.

“Sacred Symmetry – Trees Speaking to the Stars”

Third Eye from the Sun

“It’s happening again. I’ve been driven into social exile enough times to know why it’s happening this time. In fact, if I was getting to know someone who behaved like myself, I would be inclined to exile me too.” Maynard was speaking out loud in the park again. Parents and children were staring again. And although the others couldn’t tell, the air around Maynard felt like wadded wool again. What’s worse, the woolen air was penetrating his scalp and skull again. His itching mind rolled over, presenting its pale underbelly to May’s inward gaze. “Scratch me!” This last was blurted out so emphatically that even the brazen birds went silent. Maynard needed to move. He needed to move now. How long had he been sitting there, back against the chain link fence, communing with plastic cups and cigarette butts? He had no idea how long he’d been there, but he was sure it was longer than the last time the itch had come to visit. Even in the depths of his misery, Maynard was consciously aware of one particularly positive aspect of his current dilemma. He knew that every other time he’d experienced this type of cognitive maelstrom, he’d had a major breakthrough in his metaphysical expansion within days after the worst of the itching had subsided. He was getting close to something magnificent. He knew it. He knew it just as well as he knew that he and Sammy were through. And how did he know that he and Sammy were through? She had told him so, in no uncertain terms. Stiffly, Maynard pulled himself into a standing position and lurched away through the woolen air and the silent stares.

“Third Eye Supreme”

Concept development has always been my favorite part of the process of creation. For the coming months, leading up to the fall quarter of my studies at SCAD, I’ll be developing the concept and the visual language that will be used to tell the story of “Third Eye from the Sun”. This story will be told in the form of a 15-minute film and a supporting research paper. I’ve begun the preliminary research for the paper. I intend to study relevant materials from the fields of physical science (physics), philosophy, metaphysics, theology, and the environmental and social sciences. I’ll be using my intuition to guide me in these studies to keep me from chasing too many rabbits down too many holes. This is but one of the pathways I intend to explore on the march toward the realization of the “Grand Providentia Projection”. Subscribe to this site if you’d like to get email notifications whenever I add a new chapter to the “True story, as yet unfolding…”

Film Journey, New Day, Fresh Start

Nine Months of Positive Growth

Before I delve into the future, or even the present for that matter, I thought I should revisit the recent past. When I started my studies at the Savannah College of Art and Design on September 11 of last year, I was confident that I could publish regular updates to this blog while also being enrolled in three courses per quarter at the college. I knew that the blog would have to take a backseat to my education at SCAD, but I thought that I could accomplish both tasks simultaneously, as long as I kept my primary focus on the coursework. Within the first couple weeks of classes I realized that it would take all of my creative energies and my undivided focus just to reserve ample head space for the learning curve that would be required for my academic success. Was the past statement wordy? Yes. In short form, it reads more like this – I had to abandon my blog posts temporarily and adopt a new outlet for creative expression, namely the Film and Television Program at the Savannah College of Art and Design.

I feel extremely fortunate to be enrolled as a graduate student at the Savannah College of Art and Design! I’ve completed my first year of studies in the MFA Film and Television Program with a focus on Directing and Experimental Filmmaking. My current unofficial GPA – 3.66. I could never have made it this far without the incredible support of friends and family who have generously invested in my success! Thank you all, I truly appreciate your help!

Now, I’ll move on to a more comprehensive and detailed description of my experiences over the past nine months at SCAD. For readers who are satisfied with the big picture as I’ve already described it, this would be a good place to click your way to some other worthy story on the vast dataspace of the world wide web. Thank you kindly for visiting the “Grand Providentia United” blog site!

These photos were taken the first time I toured the Backlot at SCAD (September 2023). This is a partial view of Phase 1 of the Backlot project. Phase 2 is currently being built and construction on Phase 3, the final phase (likely to be completed after I graduate in the spring of 2025) has already begun. It’s an exciting time to be learning film production at the Savannah College of Art and Design!

As a sexagenarian and someone who had not been in the role of student at college for more than twenty years, I was quite self-conscious about my age while attending the first few weeks of class at SCAD. My classmates were all at least twenty years younger than me and most of them were obviously well ahead of me in terms of their technological proficiencies and knowledge concerned with the art of filmmaking. This self-consciousness was expected, in truth it had been nagging at me since I made the decision to apply to the program in February of 2022. In the lead-up to the first quarter of classes, I spent many an hour during sleepless nights worrying about my ability to make the grade and ultimately graduate with an MFA in Film. Throughout the first two quarters of classes, a nagging uncertainty dogged me day and night. I badgered myself with constant internal questions: Was I up to the challenge of graduate level studies at my age? Was I delusional, thinking that I could keep up with the academic demands and ultimately make the grade? Was the dream of becoming an independent filmmaker beyond my creative reach? All these questions, and many others, came to a climax at the beginning of the second quarter when I realized how much work was required to make it through just two of the three classes, I’d registered for during the winter session. Toward the end of January, I was so worried about the amount of course work in front of me, that I had an experience that I can only describe as a panic attack brought on by a massive wave of the imposter syndrome. Thankfully, a classmate (a new friend) was there to provide a more positive perspective on my circumstances. He advised me to stop looking at the whole staircase and focus on one step at a time. As soon as he gave me the advice, I realized that it was the same advice that I would have given to someone else if the roles were reversed. This snapped me out of my spiral thinking almost immediately, and once I had returned my focus to the work at hand rather than wasting energy on what-ifs and worries about inadequacies, I was able to prioritize the course work and finish the quarter on a high note. Even more importantly, I was able to relax and do my best work in the third and final quarter of my first academic year in the MFA program at SCAD.

From the 26th Annual SCAD Savannah Film Festival, October 21-28, 2023. What an exciting event it was, albeit a little overstimulating for me, considering that it took place during my first quarter of studies!

Graduate studies at SCAD are said to be comprehensive and fast paced no matter what creative discipline or area of focus you are there to study. In my opinion, that comprehensiveness and learning pace demonstrates that they are adequately earning their tuition fees, and this educational strategy on its own, effectively and continually grows their reputation as one of the top art colleges in the world. One of the things that I’ve come to recognize after finishing my first year at the college, is that I would right now be feeling disappointed and less accomplished had the last nine months been intellectually easy on me. As a result of my struggles, I experience growth, physically, spiritually and intellectually. The way I see it, my first year at SCAD was a great success!

Various BTS photos – Muta, Samantha, Ian, Ved, Eric and Scott
Left to Right – Will – Skeleton King vs. Timber Rattler – Scott, Lilly, Damian – Damian – Ved
Images above are behind the scenes photos taken on set of Father Nature. Photography by Kris Patel.

Father Nature was the first time I directed a film with a team of talented filmmakers. I wrote the script during December of 2023 and captured the principal photography in February of 24. I edited the film over the course of the Spring quarter, adding sound as I learned the process in Sound Design for Film and Television. There are certain aspects of the film that I am still not satisfied with, but I decided it was time to put it to rest and move on to the next big idea. Something I’ve practiced throughout a lifetime of creating art – know when to say the work is finished.

Link –https://youtu.be/no8V6ev5eC4?si=7XLJYKDAvFeE3BOV

This film was intended to be a proof-of-concept piece and I was planning to further explore the concept for my thesis project. I decided at the last moment (during the Graduate Review Meeting) to leave further exploration of Father Nature until after graduation. The thesis will instead be a short film introducing the “Grand Providentia Projection”

Over the course of the spring quarter, I decided how I wanted to proceed with my education and the remainder of my creative journey. I enrolled in a class called Experimental Film and there I found an enormous amount of inspiration. One of the driving forces behind my decision to apply to SCAD was inspired by the work of the surrealist filmmaker David Lynch. After taking this course I decided to lean into the surreal – gravitate toward the supernatural – run straight into the horror – experiment with science fiction – and dream a fantastic dream. I want to make films that make people wonder.

Mindful Creativity

Welcome to Exploratory Sunday!

We stand on the banks of a stream of consciousness. Except that this is no ordinary stream, it is the resulting flow from the current of every stream of consciousness that has ever found its way into the one river of universal potentiality. Where we are now standing, has been the starting point of every great physical, metaphysical, and spiritual exploration ever embarked upon. We have the choice to stay here on these solid shores of security, these granite shores of little risk, or we can choose to trust in the flow. Allowing its beckoning strength to immerse us in its soulful power. For sure, there will be dark depths and shallows of light along the course of this magnificent flow. There will be risks taken and rewards earned. And knowing all of this, we will make the choice to explore or to stay here in our stasis and watch the others letting go. The entrance is by way of a shimmering trail, a pathway of light, hovering just above the surface of our shared consciousness. For some, the pathway appears to be a rickety wooden dock, for others it is as solid as a golden brick road. I am now walking just above the surface of the river, following the vaporous scales of a rainbow serpent’s body. I have committed to joining the flow. Dive in with me. As you can see, the only threats here are the ones that we ourselves are releasing.

Now, we’re releasing the rainbow serpent’s head, as it dips down and withdraws, we become one with the fluidity, two with the solidity, and three with the ambiguity. We are at once a musical note with twice the reverberation of a bull moose bellow, but we’re also a ringtone described by a cello. We wonder about stars, on Hollywood Boulevard, while we are dreaming with Costner about wolves dressed in baseball uniforms. Not old school uniforms, they’re not worn in uniformity at all, more in tune with motley crew outfits, donned by the cast of the Deadliest Catch. We all catch a chill, and we release it as well. These days there is a shortage of every fish it seems. Even white wine served at room temperature has a short fuse. Bullets and bombs should be stored in root cellars, let the roots stay connected to the tree trunks who need them. Gold crowns encrusted with white flour by star studded bakers, are eaten by preachers, leading their flocks of daily bread takers. We’ve now entered an eddy, a roundabout in the road, our way forward is spiral, ham-hocks and tick-tocks gone viral. To avoid motion sickness, we’ll watch the horizon, where every big event appears smaller, with the exclusions of waterfalls and sun rises. Back to the main flow, orientation a given, we now understand, why our lives are worth living. It’s not for the fame, the cash flow, the glory. It’s not for the pain we attach to our story. We live to experience what it’s like to be human. To experience the love and forgiveness we offer to ourselves and each other. To share with one another the joy and the wonder of this incredible journey we call Life.

Exploratory Sundays are likely to continue indefinitely. Hopefully, they will always be enjoyable, and ideally, they will encourage a smile!

Head Tales

Casting Dark Shadows #1

Chapter 1

~ Black Dogma ~

As a boy I often wondered exactly how dark the color black could get. I also wondered about the brightest white, just not as often. While being forced to sit on a metal chair at a cafeteria table in Catechism class, I made drawings of demons with a #2 pencil. Totally dissatisfied with the results of my creative efforts, I wondered where I could get the blackest pencil on earth. I imagined myself making a deal with the devil to get the blackest pencil, and once he had forked it over, I’d ask him to please sit still so I could capture his unholy likeness in my current cartoon style. I never did get the opportunity to cut a deal with the Master of Demons back then, and years later when I finally did, I’d already learned just how dark the blackest black was, so bargaining for a magic pencil no longer seemed relevant or appropriate. I’d come to know that the blackest black inhabits a place of no coming back, or if you do come back, you always bring some of the black back with you. Your shadow gets darker, your life-light gets dimmer and your chances of achieving sainthood grow slimmer. Absolute black is a living organism. It resides in the place where night terrors gnash their teeth and shriek their fury. It holds its rightful place within the infinite span of our cosmos at the gateway of every sucking black hole in the Universe. Now I’m left wondering whether every black hole in space might lead to the same Catholic Hell. Eternal damnation becomes a serious consideration when you’re raised to fear God, Satan, and fire. Isn’t it interesting though, that a fiery hell on earth seems more and more plausible when you factor in the onset of global climate change? I can’t quite remember – Is digression one of the seven deadly sins? If so, you can add it to my lifelong list of transgressions so I can atone for it later. Great balls of lightning, I must get back to the point! This narrative is not meant to be funny or fictitious, or even an attempt to entertain. It is a grave warning. It’s a metaphorical fable about what might happen to you, if you dare to go looking for the source of absolute black.

“Unwound”

I’m still sifting through the finer details (i.e., the charcoaled remains of my journey to hell’s gateway) in an attempt to find reason, or at least some semblance of rationale behind my decision to follow Darkness to its source. A central factor in my choice to set forth on a fool’s quest to find the origins of evil, was my premature introduction to the story of Jesus Christ. Like most of my childhood friends, I deeply appreciated my Catholic upbringing, on one day each year – December 25th. But when it came to Sunday morning masses and Catechism classes, I thought the toys and candies of Christmas fell short of sufficient payment, especially when I took into account the yearly quota of lost playtime hours invested. Halloween, on the other hand, asked for no penance or devotion, seeking only a one-night stand of some good old-fashioned gluttony and a propensity to play pranks on unwary adults. And at least the inventors of Halloween were forthright about its roots being firmly grounded in fear and morbidity. Halloween was, and is still, one of my favorite holidays. But the world doesn’t offer a religion based on Halloween’s moralistic principles, and even if it did, I’m sure my mother wouldn’t have approved. So, it’s back to Saints Peter and Paul church and my misguided interpretation of the story of Jesus Christ.

This is the first chapter in the first book of a trilogy I’ll be writing. The three books will be based on the true story of my lifetime (as yet unfolding…). Please feel free to criticize. But do be advised that I still have connections in the Kingdom of Absolute Black!