Why?

This week, I thought I would connect: Why? Why is and why does: it is what I am blogging about and it does matter!!! It matters because the act of seeing forms and shapes some or many people's beliefs. These are two phrases used in the Bay area, "This is real talk... Just like that!?!" To begin to accurately answer the question, I have to begin or review starting at the word "Why?"(wise) ending. The end is the letter Y.

It is divine synchronicity that the letter Y is the ending of the word why and this questioning is emphasized by the punctuation's double meaning which is the same as the word (Even my play of words is a chorus' caroling chord reverberating truth's sound. This is deep folks and IT IS known as the language of the mystics.) Our westernized cultures refer to this type of occurrence as a coincidence. Coincidence is the "coin inside us". However, the original currency everyone shared was shells. The specific shells are called cowries. The translation and pronunciation is cow-R-we. (For deeper meaning and context, see my letter A drawing in The Book of Logos: Dispelling the Myths.)

Please excuse and pardon "my shameless self promotional plug (the basis of this blog is primarily for my thesis)", no one else has written documentation defining these particular components that I have read. (If I am wrong and someone knows a source please, please post a comment. Please note: My work began in 2000, reading: Mysteries of the Alphabet by Marc- Alain Ouaknin.) To understand all that I have written and said, one must know a few things about the Hebrew, Greek and Latin alphabets.

One does not need to speak several languages to examine the alphabets. What are important are the patterns. The Hebrew alphabet consists of not only calligraphy glyphs, there are numbers and metaphors that ascribe each of the letters. The Greek alphabet is numbers and symbols that mirror the Hebrew reviewing the numbers as a guide. The Latin alphabet is purely symbolic form echoing the Greek alphabet. However, the symbols are cloaked and the numbers are disassociated codes.

The Book of Logos has a section that places meanings to the Latin alphabet using metaphors and numbers. My metaphors are metaphors of the Hebrew metaphors that I conjured using my intuition. Reflecting backwards honoring all our collective ancestors, I imagined our beginnings and true meanings.

The first letter of the Latin alphabet is the letter A. In Greek, the letter is Alpha. In Hebrew, A is the word and letter Aleph. The Hebrew number is one. The Hebrew metaphor is ox. My metaphor is cow. It is interesting because ox not only refers to a castrated male animal. Also, it is a term to describe any domestic bovine mammal. I could interpret each letter here. Although, I am not explaining each letter because our focus is "Why?" (Thus, I am not showing the image for the letter A. The image is my vision of a Kemetic or Egyptian turquoise blue cow's head.)

The letter Y in Greek is Iota. The Hebrew letter is Yod. The yellow background colored drawing is of a right hand. Upon the meat of the thumb defining the "lifeline" of the palm, there is an ant. Below the ant, there is a white circle filled with ten glyphs and a wheel barrel. The idea is: that when one examines either hand holding five fingers straight and together extending the thumb. The entire hand forms the shape of the letter Y.

Page 98 of my Text of the Book of Logos (this book has three forms: Imagery, Text and Divination Cards) reads, "The letter Y is touch. The collective has forgotten who invented the wheel barrel. I believe collective hands could clearly touch this idea by simply observing an ant."

The wheel barrel is an unknown invention. Herein, I am hypothesizing the reason that it is unknown is that we didn't need a patent and/ or "ownership" rights of ideas when we had our original collective consciousness. We observed an ant carrying massive loads and developed a similar devise that would mimic the same process.

The ten blue glyphs that are pictured in the white circle around the wheel barrel are the Hebrew letter Yod. The Hebrew metaphor is hand and the number is ten. My metaphor is touch. (My numeric values match the Hebrew and the Greek letters. THIS is the original emphasizing material I am presenting. Occult and Meta-Physicians have written about THIS type of eradicating. However, my analysis and re-eradication is apt and an artful twist that intersects metaphors and similes, similarly.) I believe we have had a difficult time touching the truth because we have not been really clear about why we do anything or how present events occur!

The video is titled See Wear I Walk: Chalked Magic April 24, 2008. This sidewalk art birthed the "Ear the Art" logo that can be seen on the right strip of photos. The logo has a purple wall, which is the mural in my video Frank Juggling Balls March 25, 2008. This logo was added to the wall's mural April 25, 2008. This blog does read about synchronicity, here it is happening, again. The day after 04/22/08 Earth Day April 23, 2008, I made the logo's stencil. Also, I made "real" Art spraying and chalking the side walk as a Community Collaboration Art piece. One day after that, I made the video See Wear I Walk: Chalked Magic April 24, 2008. The next day April 25, 2008 I added the logo to the pre-existing mural one month exactly to the day that I had made a video called Frank Juggling Balls. The top central photograph in this blog is a garage located on Oregon Street taken April 25, 2008, as well. This is what could now be considered a "Community Art" works in progress, which was previously an obscure and profound defacement that Stacy wrote about being beautified on her block in the comments on my Part Three The Pictures: I Have Got the BALLS to Save the Universe! blog.

(As the reader can see to getting to The Book of Secrets is very complicated. The Book of Logos is not necessary to understand the secrets, but it helps spell out the coding and redefine lost symbolic meanings. I trust myself and am presenting all information as facts because I am attempting to reformulate the R("are","our" and ire) and the US("us" not only this US ("United States")) that compose the definers making words like trust have deeper meanings and to square or true the value. Try removing the first T of the word trust and the word transforms to rust! Synchronisitically, I could say that the tagged garage is rust colored considering it is on Oregon ("ore-gone" and "ore-G's-on") Street. Then again, call it coincidence. If it makes your soul's sole feels better!(Synchronicity has synonyms: fate, happenstance, luck, chance or serendipity. I'm not perfect I am open to any and all added comments?))

Part Three The Pictures: I have got the BALLS to save the Universe!

This first photograph was taken yesterday Monday, April 21, 2008. Playing with my shadow, I found a way to make the picture a little more exciting then just asphalt and a tennis ball.

 

The second is another tennis ball taken the day before Sunday, April 20, 2008. 

The third is of the third ball I had found. Synchronistically(Seriously: It just is; It is never planned!), it is page 3 of The Book of Secrets: Ritual Observations of Mapping the Ordinary and the Mundane. A glowing red dome partly submerged in water taken on Saturday November 11, 2006. 

The fourth is the ball that fell into Lake Merritt on Saturday April 12, 2008 one cannot see the Tigger logo that I mentioned.

 

The fifth is the ball that the man slid across the street. This is a large green ball that color wise appears like a tennis ball. However, it is a softball that has expired. Again, this photograph was taken yesterday Monday, April 21, 2008.

 

Lastly, the word "IRIE" on the right photograph strip that frames these blogs is graffiti scribed in the cement. I took the photograph on Thursday April 17, 2008 on Adeline Street and Stuart about twenty-two steps or so to the left of Crixa Cakes at 2748 Adeline Street walking toward downtown Berkeley.

Part Two Lowered Gaze: I have got the BALLS to save the Universe!

Part Two: I have got the BALLS to save the Universe details how and why I began lowering my gaze. Wednesday, October 23, 2006, I photographed my first ball. This ball is a rubbery container encasing a split ocean's blue. The casted light immediately caught my attention. This picture to the right is that first photo. After taking this picture, I examined the mini orb finding it's pleasant blue waves held a shark. Yes, I said, "This beautiful image is of a blue ball that has a shark inside of it."

To me, it was metaphorically odd and funny. It was odd because the ball's photograph is such a delight. Yet, there is a shark (something to be feared) mysteriously disrupting the positivity. Immediately my mind wondered the meaning of this situation. A very novel sort and acme kind of idea making the situation funny, arose. It is funny because I was biking down San Pablo Avenue. The operative parts being funny are: biking and San Pablo Avenue in Oakland, California. Myself, I can say there are a few nuts that bicycle San Pablo Avenue, and I am one of them.

These words are solely from my own experiences: every bicycle rider who treads San Pablo is at risk. Nonetheless, I continue to ride a bike everyday because death is inevitable. Also, a year after my arrival in the Bay area which synchronistically is around the same time I took this picture. I had a sister (term for any random woman of color whom one wants to identify and communicate with)say to me, "I've seen you biking up and down San Pablo all the time for the last year. Sister, you are doing it for all of us." This was a major affirmation.

There are people biking in this area. Given the ratio of cars to people versus people biking. Not very many people of any color are biking daily. It is a battle and arduous journey that can be really a drag, especially when the trip is far. My personal key to eliminating turmoil is allowing ample time to balance the distance. My second ball was found while I was biking, again. 

Monday November 6, 2006 (fourteen days after the first ball) I photographed my second ball. The second ball was a tennis ball. This image is not included in this blog (given the time period between then and now I've seen a lot of abandoned tennis balls some are not very interesting (I do not photograph all the tennis balls that I see). 

The tennis ball photos I have included in Part Three were taken this week. I took one picture Sunday April 20, 2008 and the other I took yesterday Monday April 21, 2008. The truly fascinating thing about all of this is: I was wondering how this week I would explain all this. If one listens, one can hear the Universe's voice in many different tongues and languages speaking a sound that is transparent. 

Back to "talking" about these balls, the second ball has some major significance besides being numbered two. Tennis balls are the most consistent theme of balls that I see. However, I have seen too many balls to bother counting. The number of balls isn't my focus. Counting is pointless and trite. The fact that balls are aimlessly rolling around is a fresh and meaningful concern. In fact, the notion of being neglected and abandoned is the concern needing all our collective attentions. 

Since I started writing this blog, I have seen basically how it all happens. I am finding and photographing these balls because of accidents and laziness. Accidents: Balls bouncing or rolling away are initially how many balls are unintentionally lost. Two weekends ago, I was Lake Merritt near the children's playground in Oakland. As I sat near the lake, I watched, at a distance too far to run and take action, a father chasing after a ball and a two year old. 

He yelled to everyone (three people) who were oblivious to the rolling ball heading their direction. Timing is essence viewing syncronicity. By the time it registered to the three people that he was yelling in their direction, the ball had rolled into the Lake, which was a seven foot drop. It was a blue plastic ball that had a logo of Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. (See Part Three to view this ball's photo.)

Laziness: The other cause of misplaced balls I witnessed last night near the park by my house. It was and is a really bizarre sight(site and cite). This man was rolling a ball with his foot across from one side of the street to the other. So in your mind picture this, he was using his foot to roll and move this ball. He was not kicking it. He was sliding it. He slid the ball because it was busted. It appeared that he lived in a house on the street. However, the ball was a nuisance and he didn't want to touch it. After I photographed the ball (it is green like a tennis ball and can be see in Part Three), I placed it in the trash can that was less than ten steps away. I did not speak to him or acknowledge his blind stupor.

My third ball encounter was November 11, 2006 (five days after finding the second ball). This was nineteen days after my first encounter. Immediately, I noticed this third ball because it mirrored the sun like a glowing red circle of fire igniting the gutter. Examining this ball, it was a hollow pink plastic form. There was no bounce or excitement to the ball once I removed it from the water. The element of synchronicity surrounds the third ball because I had the first ball with me at the time that I had found the third ball.

The winter session of 2006-2007, I had a graduate class where I was asked to bring a unique personal object. In this class, I shared the first ball and the photograph in my cell phone. I had discussed that I found the ball and photographed it not knowing any meaning or having any context. Everyone thought the shark inside was interesting. I was surprised to find the third ball the same day (synchronistically just after) I shared the first ball with my class. There it lay reflecting light in an opposite matter compared to the first ball. The first blue ball had light shining through it. This third red ball had the light animating from inside its dull form.

In the last sixteen months, many things have happened. I did not immediately understand the connection linking these balls. However, paying close attention and listening to mute sounds I have discovered many things. The most important thing is the ability to scream, "I have got the BALLS to save the Universe!" The detailing of my circumstances is quite complicated so, I apologize to my readers because where and when I found I had the balls to the save the Universe is information that is coming up. Be sure to view Part Three to see the photographs that this blog details.

Part One Gall and Nerve: I have got the BALLS to save the Universe!

In a week's time, it is amazing what can happen. So much has happened, I was forced to split my: "I have got the BALLS to save the Universe!", as three blogs(all 3 blogs will be posted today by 1:11 p.m.). This first part, explains the scope and direction of having the balls to speak out declaring one has the gall and nerve. The second part is my lens' angle. Part two outlines how and why I began lowering my gaze. The third blog is the pictures. So, with all that out of the way and into the air, let me explain my scope and direction. 

It is necessary for me to outline the scope and direction to align our vision so, that we can manifest productivity and resuscitate our collective intents. Besides, I am fully aware how controversial my photos slant has seemed. 

Last week's central photograph was the basketball hoop pictured here. It was unbelievable synchronicity that the boys were there. (I have blocked their identities out using a Photoshop stamp of the second boys' hand and shadow over both boys faces. There are no other modifications or transformations added to this picture.) 

Here are sample participants experiencing this hoop and the tags. One's first thought may be that this is negative reinforced profanity. Our young black males are faced with negative messages reestablishing a negative relationship with Law Enforcement. I say that because my first thoughts when I took the picture were along those lines. The picture was taken Sunday April 13, 2008. 

I mention the date because I couldn't add this picture before given the context. There are some format limitations as to only being able to "blow up" central or main images. If I had placed this photo with last week's post I believe the presentation would have been tasteless. I am not attempting to shock the palette. I am attempting to refine the collective taste buds to digest a new perspective dish. This dish's delightful meal consists of appeal that creates a new collective craving. 

It would have shown no tact to make this photo conjunct with last week's vibe because there is more to understand and see viewing this picture. All right to understanding this picture better, I placed myself in the mind set of a boy who might use this hoop. By the way, these boys were alone. There was no parent or guardian present. As a boy who might play here, I realized what a release of stress this might be. Imagining that I had a rough day at school, remembering the frequent days of feeling like nothing had moved or gone right. I could see and envision how this hoop could be bliss. 

Young black males are bombarded with daily reminders of how hopeless it is to be a black male. My observation and experience is that they are getting two extremes: neglect or smothering. The neglect is a mind or state of not caring. The smothering is pushing them to be better than their parents. The problem is that it is not really clear actually where the parents or anyone else is standing. Thus, this pushing of fostering one into their boot straps has become a voided search neglecting real identity and purpose. 

What one cannot see in this photograph without knowing the area is that Berkeley's Tool Library is the background's formation examining the right above the small grey car. For me, it is synchronistic that the word TOOL is hidden and even obscured. Being hidden and obscured is synchronicity caroling a chorus of why one has be patient and cautious about drawing conclusions. Also as a side note, I like the ball sitting to the left on the fence. One can see, it appears very curious how it is stuck floating there. If one double clicks this picture to blow it up please do inspect these details.

The point my blog is emphasizing is that we have to begin to articulate negative perspectives and ideas reinventing our tools. The first negative perspective I am reinventing is having the BALLS to save the Universe. It is my experience that folks are afraid of speaking out for the biggest cause: our HUMANITY. Please read part two, I have enough balls to share so other people can begin to feel a similar fervor, too.  

   

Game UP! Could This Be A Motif?

      The average mind might see these images and say, "So, what?!?" That one is absolutely correct and right, being singular. However, a collective mine must ask, "What is really going on and happening here?" I thought it was visual poetry given that the basketball image is page ten of my book. 

The photo of the basketball hoop was taken April 09, 2008.  Being the day after my first post/entry/blog, this is synchronistically connected. I didn't plan to take the picture forcing or setting the date. I am presenting the information as it comes. The imagery may be unnoticeable: offensive and disturbing. To some this may be read as plain and simple: ugly defacement. Is this a faceless crime? Could this be an offense that is only witnessed or experienced by casual participants who chose to play ball "over there?" Perhaps, it is so pervasive that, "There is no point cleaning it up, they just keep coming back. The only hope maybe is to catch the criminals." (These quotes are my emphasis, only.)

Robert Byrne said, "Getting caught is the mother of invention." Byrne is also noted for saying, "The purpose of life is a life of purpose." Ignoring a voice because we don't like the sound or aesthetic is what is the foundation of hate. We are suppose to be more civilized than to knowingly hate. Aren't we? Michael Walsh's book Graffito is a great angle on how graffiti was viewed ten years ago. Most of his imagery and text are tags and throw ups done in the Bay area. Also, he has interviewed several graffiti artists about their efforts including the positive and negative perspectives of related government officials.

The intent in using this image to blog is to create a whole new perspective. The smaller picture to the right is my book's page ten: trash surrounding a basketball near a gutter. I snapped the picture because of the irony or lack there of, of baskets. After writing my first entry, I went to the basketball court less than one block from my house. The pictured hoop is what I saw. Some may think this is useless banter. Nonetheless, I am here to state that, " I have the balls to save the Universe!" Page ten is merely one example. Please join in and leave your comments or questions... 

The Book of Secrets: Ritual Observations of Mapping the Ordinary and the Mundane

This picture is page 39 of my book which is stated above as this blogs title. I took this photo using my Nokia 2 mega pixel cell phone. However, I did not alter the billboard. I am an artistic recorder of the signs and synchronicity conducts the reverberated flow. I love this photo and I wanted to post it on the web freely. It is the most prolific and blatant statement. The picture was taken in Berkeley, California at the intersection of Ashby Avenue and Sacramento Street on Wednesday March 26, 2008. This was two days before my thirty-ninth birthday. I find it an interesting dichotomy that this is viewed as a crime in the eyes of the Justice System. However, the point's attack is the most accurate artistic statement presenting our current time(s). I'm not implying that artist have to be criminals. That idea was perfectly captured in the movie Art School Confidential. What I am implying is that spray painting is inherent in the human vocabulary as establishing a voice and a vision informing community. As an artist, I have had the privilege of observing the nature of things. Nature is in perfect order. Humans generate all the problems because we think. We think it has to be the way we think it works. We are not looking at what is working now and how it exists. We are looking for what and how will benefit us as individuals. I believe it is in our faces daily disguised as trash and uselessness: We are collectively going to have to examine our dependency using capitalism. It is inevitable!