Film Journey & The Alt Unity

On Setting the Intention to Exercise Your Free Will

Gathering Awareness – Entry #13

If we’ve already perceived that our personal will power is truly free, and in the light of that perception we’ve made a conscious decision to accept its guidance in the directing of our daily affairs, then why does it seem like such a drain of energy when we practice the use of this so-called free will? In my limited understanding of the concept of free will, I intuit that the majority of the resistance we encounter while exercising it, is arising from within ourselves. We’ve been conditioned in one way or another, to believe that being willful is somehow wrong. Many of us have been institutionalized by authoritarian systems of government who, in an effort to gain power over our freedom of will, have taught us that any expression of personal willfulness is indicative of a character defect which they’ve categorized as “nonconformity”, and they’ve placed this defect beneath the broader category of “undesirable selfish behaviors”. Quite a few of the world’s organized religions teach that our free will should be, at the very least, sublimated to the will of God, and at best, completely forsaken for fear of following your will into eternal damnation. For those who’ve adopted these theological doctrines to motivate the curtailing of their own free will, I would ask – Why would an omnipotent God create human beings with the capacity to express personal willfulness, if there was never any intention to let them practice it, freely? Surely, a benevolent Creator would have had your greatest earthly potential in mind. The God of my understanding apparently takes great pleasure in my individual expression of free will. Otherwise, why would I feel such incredible joy when I practice the art of personal willful expression? My will must be free!

“Serpent Sublime” Copperhead photo taken in Blue Ridge, GA.

The Snake, the Frog and the Freedom of Will

Whenever I’m experiencing an emotional hardship or spiritual tribulation, I feel the urge to take a walk outside. I’ve learned that a long walk alone in the woods is usually more healing to my soul than any other activity that I could choose to engage in. Nature, it seems, can absorb and transmute my human suffering, then reflect it back to me in the form of a natural panacea for whatever is currently troubling me. And so, when I am in pain, I immediately feel the need to take a walk.

On one such occasion, I was walking along a path at the De Soto National Memorial in Bradenton, Florida. On this particularly beautiful, blue-sky, sunny-day, I remember being deeply absorbed in my own troubled thoughts. My marriage of twenty-plus years appeared to be coming apart at the seams, and the pain of it was, I had no idea how to sew it back together. But walking wasn’t working, and thinking was working less than walking, so I was becoming more miserable by the step. That was when I heard it… A small but clearly distressed voice, saying “Help Meeeee!” I stopped walking so abruptly that my thoughts seemed to wrench free from my head and continue up the path, unconcerned that they were leaving my body behind. I looked self-consciously around me, completely startled and thinking someone might be playing a prank on me. Surely, I was just being punked. I half expected to see a child of the corn come running out from beneath the mangroves, giggling and carrying on, cheerfully singing “I got you! I got you! I got you!”. Instead, I saw no movement at all, but I did hear the voice again “Help Meeeee!” It sounded like the voice of a terrified tiny gnome, yelling as loud as possible in an effort to get my full attention. When I finally managed to gather my wits, I was able to zero in on the source of the voice after two or three more pleading calls for help. There, on the top of a wooden sign attesting to the exploratory genius of Hernando de Soto, was a garter snake with a leopard frog sticking out of its mouth. On closer inspection, I could see that the snake had already consumed one of the frog’s rear legs and the other one was bending backwards as the snake slowly swallowed its prey. As I watched, entranced by the unfolding drama, the frog let out another pathetic plea. “Help Meeeee!” Even when I was looking straight at it and fully aware that it was a frog and not a person, I still heard a distinctly human voice. That voice was begging for my help.

Frog Friend in the S.M.art Studio2011

I quickly made the decision to enforce my own will on the situation. I bet many of you are thinking “Who in the hell thinks like that?” I mean the very idea of enforcing one’s will on a frog and a snake engaged in a struggle that has been played out over and over, without human interference, for many a millennium. Nonetheless, I really wanted to save that poor frog. After apologizing to Mr. Snake for what I was about to do, I grabbed hold of his ample head just behind the lower jaw and pulled the snake’s writhing body from the wooden signpost. Recognizing its vulnerability, the snake released the frog’s leg to free up its needle-sharp fangs with hopes that it could then sink them into my fleshy fingers. As soon as the frog had its leg free, it hit the ground jumping. Big happy leaps, seemingly. And I seemed to sense an amphibious gratitude left behind along the arched trail of its departure. As for the snake, well let’s just say that it wasn’t impressed by my heroic actions. I set it down cautiously, once the frog had a good head start, and the snake gave me a cold and disdainful look as it slithered away into the tangled mangrove forest.

I’m sure that certain environmentalists would likely chastise me for this behavior, claiming that I had altered the outcome of an important environmental event – namely the predator eats prey event. And certain well-to-do socialites would say that my actions were repulsive and that I should wash my hands thoroughly after handling those disgusting creatures. But, in my final analysis of this true story, I prefer to take a more philosophical approach to describe the nature of my actions. I chose to enforce my free will in a situation that shouldn’t have concerned me at all. I did it with the intention of changing the future circumstances of both the frog and the snake. I have no idea what the outcome of my intentions were, regarding the life of the frog or the snake, or the world for that matter, because you know what they say about the butterfly effect, but I do know that it was me intentionally practicing my free will. And ultimately, I know, that exercising our free will is a very good thing, to practice!

Film Journey & The Alt Unity

An Organization Founded in Fact & Fiction

Gathering Awareness – Entry #15

In yesterday’s journal entry, I touched on some of the early intentions and expectations I’ve been formulating pertaining to the fictional aspects of the Alt Unity (AU). Today, I’ll be venturing into the factual side of this new form of societal interaction. The AU will become a real-world entity, of that I am certain, so I would venture to say that it’s never too early to start visualizing what the objective manifestation of this ‘neo-unity’ might ‘look’ like. I also intuit that now is a great time to extend this open invitation again. So here it is – If anyone reading this blog feels as though they would like to get involved with the Alt Unity or the Grand Providentia Projection, please feel free to contact me here on this site, or through any of the platforms that I’ve provided links for on the Donate * Contact page. In the here and now, I am still the sole member of the AU, so if any of this resonates with you and you’d like to hear a more detailed explanation of the intentions I’m sending out, then I encourage you to contact me and ask any questions you may have. Whether you lean toward the fictional or the factual aspects of the Alt Unity, I have complete confidence in your decision to join, or not to join!

Thomas Edison’s inventive workspace – Edison & Ford Winter Estates, Fort Myers, Florida

Is it reasonable to suggest that many of the facts that are fully accepted now, were not accepted at all in moments past? I’ll assume this is true. Whether these facts were arrived at through inductive reasoning or deductive reasoning, they came to be accepted by the conscious collective, and that acceptance rendered them factual. In the case of the Alt Unity, there will need to be a foundation of factual functionality in order to stabilize the fictional realm of the organization. Participants who lean more in the direction of proven formulas, systematic administration, scientific observation and experiences based on the five human senses will likely gravitate toward the objective aspects of our Alt Unity. As with any unified group of people, there will be a need for structure, leadership, administrators and record keepers. Some will be organizing the moment-to-moment interactions between participants in the AU, while others will be seeking out and securing resources to keep the organization moving forward. Ideally, both the factual and the fictional participants of the Alt Unity will be working in unison to get us where our conscious collective is intending to take us. At this moment, the participants that I’m referring to are not factual (or real) at all. They exist only as thought constructs in my vivid imagination. This observation does not negate the fact that there will be participation in the AU, in fact, in certain ways it guarantees it. After all, does not the Universe always cooperate with our intentional output? Doesn’t it always provide? I would answer a resounding “Yes!” to both of these questions. I choose to live in a world of abundance, so that is where you’ll usually find me.

I hope you enjoyed the reading! As always, you are invited to comment in favor of, or against, any of the content I’ve expressed here. And if you’re absolutely in favor of it, then please subscribe to this website. I promise that it will only get more adventurous, and more real, as each new moment arises and subsides!

Film Journey & The Alt Unity

Getting Down to Some Nitty Nuts and Gritty Bolts

Gathering Awareness – Entry #16

Transformative entertainment would be one way to describe where I’m headed with all of this. The blog, the growing involvement with film, the intentions to follow through on that growth by earning a graduate degree in film directing, the Grand Providentia Projection, and recently, the introduction of the Alt Unity are all flowing in the direction of a transformative entertainment experience. An immersive real-world experience, rooted firmly in our collective conscious intentions. I use the word transformative because I expect that the effects of what is to be manifested will be transformational for those involved directly with the production, but also for anyone who is attracted by the entertainment value of it. I expect also that it will be transformational for our planet, and all the lifeforms that inhabit it. In an expansive way, it might also transform our conscious connection with the Universe.

“Mechanical Attraction” – Providentia – detail

Here’s the idea in a nitty gritty nutshell: As an independent filmmaker, with the help of the Alt Unity, I intend to produce a continuous, reality-style, running documentary, which will be focused on the realization of the Grand Providentia Projection. Simultaneously, we’ll be producing a fictional version of the same story using all of the traditional movie making techniques (and hopefully introducing a few innovative techniques of our own). Here’s the twist – As the factual and the fictional productions are becoming a reality, we will introduce collisions, integrations, cross-migrations, and a number of other blending techniques to arrive at a place where no one person is ever really certain about which elements are fictional and which are factual. And all of this will take place under the umbrella of an organization that has been consciously conceived with the intention to aid in the healing of humanity, preserve the environment we depend on, and bring conscious awareness to the forefront of our decision making for the future.

During the coming three years, while I am achieving a film degree, it is my intention to grow the Alt Unity. Its growth will be measured in terms of human connections based on a common cause, and the support and resources gathered to bring this vision to reality. It is likely that it will be primarily internet based in the beginning, but I expect that it won’t be long before the hands-on work begins. It’s sure to be collectively transformational!

Thesis Film Development

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.