Champion of Every One…
And together I declare you as a CEO too, the Champion of Each Other…
A CEO of life’s adventures…
flow
An AUDIO Message For You ( And The Sacred Sound Bells Ringing: an interlude… )
Click Play…
Come with me for a moment.
Out for a walk,
under the mysterious sky,
the castles close by and
a message
for you.
Thank you for being here, but I need some clarity…
I answer all my emails.
[email protected]
p.s.
You know I want the best for you, for you to live your genius, your wonder, your wildness… Everything I share, moves in that direction, the expression of the existence called you.
Hugs and love…
I Have To Talk With You About Something That Is Dear To My Heart…
It was that last year in proper University, the time before I started slipping into performances to watch professors profess, before I was taking my desire’s desires to heart.
It was for the sake of learning alone.
We are talking my 7th year in university and a class that was one of many beautiful terrors, the terror of beauty.
I can’t explain my struggle with Charles Baudelaire at this moment, but let’s say a French name to my naive glottal was lost and the resulting articulation was one for embarrassment to all who listened, particularly the professor, who corrected me thrice.
And while the Le Fleur du mal transformed my life, the moment I want to tip with you is Walter’s ways with the Aesthetic Movement…
Walter Pater…
I have never experience sentences of your kind.
And that was it.
The exploration of art for art’s sake, and then to find a sentence that kept turning my mind, wanting me to read it over and over and over, was unbelievable to my virginy mind.
A thousand blushes of naivety.
And this one book explained myself to me with words that I hadn’t yet discovered to put upon my own experience.
It had been my experience that being is it, being for the sake of being, being without having to be anything other than the beauty that is life.
And you are life. I am life. We are in existence, and beauty matters to me.
Everything Becomes A Blessing Upon Beauty, Upon Existence, And Life, Art Itself…
If your life is simply your art, than you experience things in a different way than most.
Every moment, when you are awake to it, becomes a part of your story, of your paintings, of your words.
And that only comes after the experience.
To have the experience, adn then turn the translation for others, well that is the art of sharing.
Art of a being is circular.
It lives like this, live and be, create and translate those experiences as you might, share or give away to others to ingest as they will.
And it becomes a kind of circular sensation.
Creating for pleasure…
There are transitional moments in all of it, in places that gifts you the opportunity to feel and emote, to experience and twist life all upon your body and mind.
It’s an excuse perhaps…
An excuse to fondle life completely…
But if you are the tongue and the taste, and the taster, you must believe that nothing turns on another like sharing the kiss.
We will speak more about this soon…
What of that sentence? The Sentence That Many Know…
18 years ago, I didn’t know its popularity, but like a taste of wonder, most who know, know…
But I no longer have the book, which I gave to a friend some time ago, but there is a quote not the one I wish to share, but one that speaks to so many, “To burn always with this hard gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.”
Who wouldn’t be attracted to such potential.
Hugs and love,
Emeric Damian
p.s.
Follow along on this adventures and more importantly share your own if you are so inclined.
The two mentioned:
- The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry by Walter Pater
- Le Fleur du mal, by Charles Baudelaire
Her Helmet Said Yes, So Why Would I Be So Foolish To Say No?
And hello my love,
It’s always a pleasure to be here with you for a few moments, to share an experience, an unfolding of the existence that we are sharing with each other.
There is nothing in our lives that keeps us from moving together, traveling together to exist upon the mystery.
So we play and we travel and we don’t stop, we keep running into the explorations.
Here I am in this moment, a motorcycle and an open country.
And in all of that beauty waiting for a taste of the living death. You know that sensation that asks you to acknowledge a whisper of hesitation, a slight of fear, a way of being the excites, even though it potentially torments.
And so here we are in that space, walking, running, riding and otherwise lying entwined in the universe.
Of course I said yes!
Wouldn’t you, I hope it’s true, that way we can dance and play and enjoy our days…
Love you,
Emeric Damian
Protected: I told you your love of Metaphor Matters…
Time, Identity, Stories of Reification…
Quick summary…
The story reifies a reality, not reality, but a reality…
You can create a reality based off of your story, based off of your telling, the telling of your goals, the telling of your vision, the telling of truth.
And that requires you to go into your exploration of identity, of the identity you are wearing, and and identity that can be chosen.
As I said it connects back to reifying your concpetions of who and what you think you are.
Reification…
Now we are moving onto time, which doesn’t exist, even though it does and in this way it is a key component of Story, of Reification, of Identity…
Some Questions To Ask?
Can we tell ourselves a different story of time that recreates reality?
How can you use story telling as a way to reinvent reality?
But for me, I’m talking about creating reality and life in the beautiful impossible.
I saw it and tasted it again earlier this afternoon. I’m always tasting.
To be continued…