<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610</id><updated>2010-03-08T20:26:55.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hundredth Monkey Effect</title><subtitle type='html'>Creation.Evolution.Enlightenment</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-891021639112874753</id><published>2010-03-06T14:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:21:31.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 35: "Blowing Smoke"</title><content type='html'>Om Ram Ramaya Namaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S5Kq9IYwqzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/04OuX7nbQGc/s1600-h/Blowing+Smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S5Kq9IYwqzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/04OuX7nbQGc/s400/Blowing+Smoke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445602866644429618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;"Blowing Smoke"&lt;br /&gt;9" x 12"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Affirmation: "I purify the air with my breath, with my smoke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-891021639112874753?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/891021639112874753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=891021639112874753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/891021639112874753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/891021639112874753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/03/fine-art-post-35-blowing-smoke.html' title='Fine Art Post 35: &quot;Blowing Smoke&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S5Kq9IYwqzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/04OuX7nbQGc/s72-c/Blowing+Smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-4831131566663716271</id><published>2010-03-05T16:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:59:39.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 34: "Neo Sufi Mushroom Movement"</title><content type='html'>Om Ram Ramaya Namaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S5F9incdgMI/AAAAAAAAAsY/0X2i_qhxUwo/s1600-h/Neo+Sufi+Mushroom+Movement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S5F9incdgMI/AAAAAAAAAsY/0X2i_qhxUwo/s400/Neo+Sufi+Mushroom+Movement.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445271458125021378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;"Neo Sufi Mushroom Movement"&lt;br /&gt;11" x 14"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Affirmation: "I am Movement. I am Flow. I am Dancing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Available&lt;/span&gt; @: &lt;a href="http://dustinkellogg.bigcartel.com/product/neo-sufi-mushroom-movement"&gt;Shopppe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-4831131566663716271?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/4831131566663716271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=4831131566663716271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/4831131566663716271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/4831131566663716271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/03/fine-art-post-34-neo-sufi-mushroom.html' title='Fine Art Post 34: &quot;Neo Sufi Mushroom Movement&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S5F9incdgMI/AAAAAAAAAsY/0X2i_qhxUwo/s72-c/Neo+Sufi+Mushroom+Movement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-4429253124788415253</id><published>2010-02-19T05:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:59:57.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 33: "The Peaceful Warrior"</title><content type='html'>Om Ra Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S35mr-2nr5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ekXgzoNNadc/s1600-h/Neo+Bodhisattva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S35mr-2nr5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ekXgzoNNadc/s400/Neo+Bodhisattva.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439898305702637458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;"Neo Bodhisattva (The Peaceful Warrior)"&lt;br /&gt;11" x 14"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drawing Affirmation: "I am the Vow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Available @: &lt;a href="http://dustinkellogg.bigcartel.com/product/the-peaceful-warrior"&gt;Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;States/Stages of Consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Waking State&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Dreaming State&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Seer (Glimpse of Soul)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Cosmic Consciousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Divine Consciousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. Spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Way of the Bodhisattva &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Innocence (Ignorant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Ego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Achiever (ego)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Giver (ego)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Seeker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Seer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. Innocence (Knowing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some Truth by Rumi:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 90, 92); line-height: 18px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, 'sans serif';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everything you see has its roots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the unseen world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The forms may change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yet the essence remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every wondrous sight will vanish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every sweet word will fade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But do not be disheartened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Source they come from is Eternal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Growing, branching out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Giving new life and new joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why do you weep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That source is within you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And this whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is springing up from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The source is full,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Its waters are ever-flowing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do not grieve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Drink your fill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don't think it will ever run dry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is the endless ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;From the moment you came into this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A ladder was placed in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That you might escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;From earth you became plant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;From plant you became animal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Afterwards you became a human being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Endowed with knowledge, intellect and faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Behold the body, born of dust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How perfect it has become!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why should you fear its end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When were you ever made less by dying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When you pass beyond this human form,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No doubt you will become an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And soar through the heavens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But don't stop there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Even heavenly bodies grow old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pass again from the heavenly realm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And plunge into the vast ocean of consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let the drop of water that is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Become a hundred mighty seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But do not think that the drop alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Becomes the ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The ocean, too, becomes the drop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Deepak Chopra's: &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3313968958314441665#"&gt;Way of the Wizard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace Profound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;::)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dustin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-4429253124788415253?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/4429253124788415253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=4429253124788415253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/4429253124788415253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/4429253124788415253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/02/fine-art-post-33-peaceful-warrior.html' title='Fine Art Post 33: &quot;The Peaceful Warrior&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S35mr-2nr5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ekXgzoNNadc/s72-c/Neo+Bodhisattva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-3515543896272785151</id><published>2010-02-17T17:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:11:32.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 32: "Tri-Pineal"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S3xoZTqZ9qI/AAAAAAAAAsI/gog7LNiExhU/s1600-h/Tri+Pineal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S3xoZTqZ9qI/AAAAAAAAAsI/gog7LNiExhU/s400/Tri+Pineal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439337233940870818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;"Tri-Pineal"&lt;br /&gt;26" x 41"&lt;br /&gt;Mixed Media on Watercolor Paper(Heavy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting Affirmation: " I am Health. I am Love. I am Family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tri Pineal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I Open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am Free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see the Riddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Trance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sight is Clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iamami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pineal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enligthenment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Sarswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-3515543896272785151?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/3515543896272785151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=3515543896272785151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/3515543896272785151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/3515543896272785151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/02/fine-art-post-32-tri-pineal.html' title='Fine Art Post 32: &quot;Tri-Pineal&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S3xoZTqZ9qI/AAAAAAAAAsI/gog7LNiExhU/s72-c/Tri+Pineal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-448224321048615257</id><published>2010-02-08T15:34:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:00:59.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tangent'/><title type='text'>Tangent: My Favorite Teacher (Other than Me)</title><content type='html'>Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S3B13K0pyTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nWJcbGXHKDM/s1600-h/Enlightenment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S3B13K0pyTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nWJcbGXHKDM/s400/Enlightenment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435974340894640434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;"Enlightenment"&lt;br /&gt;11" x 14"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font: 30px Modula;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font: 30px Modula; min-height: 61px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;My Favorite Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font: 25px Modula;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;(Other Than Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Hiragino Mincho Pro;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;teacher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; |ˈtē ch ər|&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;noun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;a person who teaches, esp. in a school.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 13px Baskerville;"&gt;DERIVATIVES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 13px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;teacherly &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font: 13px Hiragino Mincho Pro;"&gt;|ˈtitʃərli|&lt;/span&gt; adjectiv&lt;span style="font: 16px Baskerville;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was really surprised when I looked up the definition of teacher... I was surprised because for as much that is made out of “teaching” you would think that the definition would require an encyclopedia. I mean this was one dictionary, one person’s (very elite person) view of what it is to be a teacher, so naturally it is limited... but it doesn’t say in the definition above that being a teacher is “going to school for eight years, while paying into an enormous debt-pool that only gets bigger as we move through the process of life.” This debt accrues but we justify it because “teaching” is our “passion” and we have to continue to acquire sweet certificates for an imaginary wall, for imaginary students who will someday see how great we are. Someday we will have that office we’ve been fighting for our whole life,  so we can hang all our credentials on the wall and be proud... to show all the people how “legit” we are. The whole while we hate school, we hate our-self and if one is being honest, there’s really three major reasons people go to school to become “teachers”... and I think I have a good idea, maybe you’ll think so, maybe not....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reason #1:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t know what else to do, we have had very little direction in our lives and it seems safe and easy enough... we think to ourselves “well, I’ve been in school the last 16-20 years, why not, it’s what I know... I know school... “I’ll be a teacher!”)... plus there’s not much to guess about; we pay money, we go to school for such and such a time (of course working really hard the whole time) and then the rest is written (its’ been the same system for over two hundred years, it seems like it’s not going anywhere... it’s safe, it’s  secure.). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reason #2:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were picked on in our own schooling, we were made to feel dumb, we were made to feel like no one was listening, and what better way to be listened to then having five to thirty ‘fresh young minds’ to mold, in each class. Our parents didn’t listen, our friends didn’t listen, SOMEONE has to listen...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reason #3: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The third is my favorite... Altruism. We just can’t stand the way we were raised or the schooling that we went through, so we’re going to go in and change it. We are going to go into the School System and show everyone how to really teach kids... how to teach them how to learn. We’re going to be the teacher they never had... and we are REALLY going to get through to the kids and REALLY change the world. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;{By no way is the trifecta of generalized reasons listed above a definitive guide to understanding the mind of a teacher, but I’ve talked to a bunch of teachers, from many different backgrounds, these are merely those most common I’ve come across. I am of course open to variations, but I think my assessment of the situation isn’t too far off. Of course, I can only speak from my specific Reality Tunnel but my reality tunnel includes as many perspectives as I can possibly have, if you have a fresh perspective feel free to share  it with me.}&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My favorite teacher doesn’t fall into any of the categories above. My favorite teacher didn’t go to school to become a teacher... he didn’t dream all of his life of having a classroom where he could pontificate his latest discovery or “learns those kids on some shit”. My favorite teacher worked his ass - off his whole life... I mean his Whole Life, from when he was a zygote.  He worked and worked and worked and one day someone came up to him and said “Larry, you know a bunch about this subject because of your years of experience... why don’t you teach it?” He said.... “ Hell no, I’m not a teacher... I’m a Do-Er... so you better get out of my face with that teaching nonsense (I exaggerated here)”.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This favorite teacher of mine is my Father. And some might think this is sweet or endearing and some might be completely surprised... but if I have to be honest, which I really have no choice these days... my favorite teacher is my Dad... and it’s funny because he was a mediocre Father, in terms of what I wanted him to be, but he was the greatest teacher I’ve ever had.... which in turn made him a really awesome Father... I just didn’t realize this until recently... sometimes it can take a while for us to realize how closed-minded we’ve been... taking individual responsibility has the ability to cut at the ego... and the Ego doesn’t like this. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My Father and I butted heads a lot growing up... I died my hair blond, pierced my ears and my face, got tattoos and I drew a lot... this didn’t fit into his worldview, so naturally there were complications. He worked a lot, pretty much his whole life, it’s what kept him sane (sort of, haha). He was a pretty conservative dude, from a family of state-suppressed farmers from upstate New York. He worked on the land most of his child hood and he grew up in a house with seven brothers and sisters... in a house that is smaller than the two bedroom apartment I live in now. His father died when he was around fifteen and it seems the best advice was given to him by his older brothers... they were taught to survive... and that survival didn’t come from waiting for other people to do something, or for other people to show you how to do something. It seems that survival is throwing your self in the mud and learning the tools to come out alive and if your that good... you can come out clean. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My father went to college for a hot-second but he told me that it was less about his studies and more about other things... I will let him tell that story. But he left school and joined the military, the Navy, and he became a Medic. He did autopsies for a while at VA hospitals, I believe in California and Connecticut. He was discharged from the Navy for a hand injury but he was a rebel in the Military anyways (him and I share a common bond when it comes to Authority... we don’t like people telling us what to do). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My father had a family to care-for, so he went back to school. This time, it seems, he had a direction, he went for an associate degree in Electrical Engineering and quickly got a job out of school at Northeast Utilities as a linesman. I remember going to his office and him showing me his desk where he would draft-up the plans for laying down electrical poles and lines... I think all his drafting equipment subliminally stuck with me, because I love drawing till this day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My father worked as a linesman for a while and us kids; me, my older brother and my younger sister were young, so naturally we were proud of our father and to me, what he did was as mysterious and awesome as being a Rock Star... I looked up to my Dad. He later got a job at a Nuclear Power Plant on the eastern coast of Connecticut.... He still works there, I don’t know how many years it’s been, but it’s felt like my whole life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Papa Lawrence started working as an electrician but I think he wanted more... I don’t know if he will admit because he always seems to be satisfied with what he has, but he never settled for what people told him. He’s a really driven guy, he won’t just learn something to know it... he will learn something to utilize it and to “do” it, to be the best at it. I wasn’t there, but I’ve worked with a lot of his colleagues and they all told me that he takes everything he does super-seriously and that they learned so much from him (even before he became a “Teacher")... it seems as if my dad was slated to be a teacher... but all he wanted to be was an appreciated worker. He doesn’t like the spotlight... he just wants to be recognized for why he is here... like most of us. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He had spent the later years of his Nuclear Career moving up the Corporate Ladder to that of a Supervisor. This is a position that has the appearance of authority, but in reality there are seven bosses above the Supervisor, so “shit rolls down hill”... yeah know?!  I worked for my dad when he was a supervisor, and he was lousy... it’s hard when you are an “expert” at something to then be an authority on it and it was apparent that he had become his own worst enemy... there is a fine line to walk when going from being a super-worker to a super-visor. His career as a Supervisor was short lived and I think we saw my father’s stress level drop a smidgen when he decided to take a “Teaching” position. This position had been offered to him many-a’-time, but he had turned it down because he would say that he hated teaching. He was periodically given the task of teaching classes to new electricians, mechanics, carpenters, and all the specialities that lie in between the lines of these general occupations and he was always good at it...   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After having a “teaching” weekend or going away on a trip to teach at another power plant he would come home and he would vent some of his frustrations of being a teacher. He really didn’t like it... he just wanted to be given a work - order, sent out on a job and to be left alone to do what he does best... fix other people’s shit! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel like my Dad is the quintessential American Blue Collar worker but I know he is so much more than that... but he seemed to be quite comfortable with that title (me, not so much). After a few years of living my dreams I had to come back to “reality” and get a real job, so I got a job working at Nuclear Power Plants. Every Spring and Fall power plants shutdown to do Government Agency ordered maintenance... I worked as an MOV Tester, MOV stands for Motor Operated Valve... everything is a fucking acronym in the corporate structure... it gets a bit annoying after a couple days... because you find yourself speaking in acronyms. I’m not going to get too much into my personal experience here, but I learned a lot about not only my Self but my Father. It gave me a great insight into what this man did for the past ten-some-odd years... I lived, first-hand, what my father experienced... and, to be honest, it kind of depressed the hell out of me... but I learned so much in the process that I can’t hate. I don’t work at the Nuke-Plants anymore, thank Jesus, but I would never take back the four/five years I worked them... I learned work - ethic... I learned that I am not my profession and I learned that my father wasn’t the asshole that I thought he was (because he was always working). I got a great perspective... and I am so grateful... it makes me cry (seriously I’m crying right now).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I first decided to work with my Pops, we flew out to Washington State where he was teaching a beginners class on MOV’s. He told me to come with him, so I could learn and then I would be able to work the next Power Plant Outage (they call the shutdown an “Outage”, like power-outage). I went with him, it was the first time I had chilled with my Dad in years, a lot of the teenage/college animosity towards each other started to lift and I felt really close to him... like I was finally getting to experience my Dad, I mean at this point I knew very little about the guy... beyond the anger and frustration I had towards him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I took my father’s class and I saw how quickly we all learned. At the end of the class, the other workers would say to me “bro, I don’t know your dad, but we have taken so many classes on nuke-plant shit, and this is by-far the best class we’ve ever had, we actually all learned something... except for Frank, but he’s just a moron.”... I love blue-colar honesty it beats high-class pretentiousness any day. My Dad was great... he was a great teacher... at the end of the week I felt like I understood mechanics, I understood electrical theories, and for the first time I actually did something with my hands that wasn’t feeding my fat mouth or drawing/painting/computing pretty pictures. I’m not saying I was an expert or that I fully understood but what I was most amazed about, is that I could see the energy that my Dad brought to the “learning” experience and I felt like I understood a bit of him. Many things started to become clear. He became less of the role- Father, and he stepped into being a teacher for me... a guru. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Over the next four years, I took multiple classes that my new-found Guru taught. I worked for two - four months out of the year, I did as he did, at the plants. It wasn’t easy... and when your an emotional, sensitive “Artist-type”... being around a bunch of working-class dudes, who Identify with being working-class can be really taxing, not only on the imagination but on the spirit or essence of a human being. I saw why my father worked so hard and I saw what he had created for himself. There is no one like Larry Kellogg at any Nuclear Power Plants I ever worked at. I know I am bias, because he is the vessel that helped bring me into this world, but he was the smartest guy I met at the Power Plants... he knew what he was talking about... he didn’t just know theories, he didn’t just stand at his pulpit and dictate something that he had learned in “school”... he taught what he knew... and he knew what he knows because he DID it the majority of his life. He knew how to implement shit... and he basically restructured the MOV program for not only his home-plant but for plants across the country... they call him the “MOV Guru”... and I was the MOV Guru’s protege... haha... I laugh because this grasshopper has learned so much more than MOV’s from the man they called the MOV Guru.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My father (and mother but that’s a whole other story) would probably say that I am giving him too much credit or that I am injecting meaning into this experience but he taught me to be self - sufficient. To be self - reliant... that if someone doesn’t know how to do something, gently remove them from the situation and do it your - self... because no one is going to do it how we do it. He taught me to be hard working and to work for the stuff that you want. He taught me that it doesn’t matter what your background is, where you came from, what social status you hold, it only matters what you have done in your life... who you have touched, who you have made smile, who you have taught something to and who has taught something to you. He taught me that people will never live up to what we have in our heads of them... that we have to let people be people and let them learn on their own (my mother still tries to re-enforce this point when I slip). It’s funny because some of the harshest lessons in life can never be recreated in a brick and mortar structure... it can never have curriculum designed for it... it’s life... it’s changing... it’s flowing and it’s fleeting... Life is a learning process and we are all the teacher... we are all the student... or so it seems. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My father, I feel, taught me the most important lessons in life and for so long I blamed him for a lot of my problems... but again, like the great teacher he is, everyone has problems... and it is our own, Individual, responsibility to face those problems and overcome them ( sometimes, if not all the times, with the help of others). He wasn’t and isn’t the most expressive guy when it comes to his feelings, but he taught me to hear what people have to say because we can only learn more about our - Self by doing so. He taught me to face my - Self, to not rely on anyone to do it for me and he taught me to keep doing what I’m doing... to keep doing what I’m doing... to keep doing what I am DOING... Do... do....do...do. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;And I am grateful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;“Those who can’t do... teach. And those who can’t teach... teach gym.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;-Jack Black (School of Rock)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;*Note to the Reader&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you are reading this and you are a “teacher” and you identify as a “teacher”, a “nuke-worker”, an “artist”, a “whatever” you think you are... I urge you to step outside of the role that you are playing. I urge you to step outside of the box that not only our ass-backwards society has setup but the box that you have setup for yourself. If you think you are a person that lives “outside-of-the-box”... think again! Because there has been a great effort to put us all in boxes... and up until now it seems like it has succeeded... look around... all I see is boxes... but it hasn’t succeeded... I assure you... I have proof but I fear that you won’t accept it... so, other than that, you will have to wait and see, or we can join hands and decide together. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you think I am bashing teachers, or that I am coming down on your passion or profession... maybe I am... I can accept that. But I don’t do this to position myself in some place where I think I am better than you. I have worked as an Animator, a Tattoo Artist, A Nuke-worker, an Illustrator, a Muralist, a Fine-Artist, A web-designer and now a Writer... but none of this is who I am... and if you want to “Bash” any of these professions, I have novels worth to say about them as well. I am not better than you because I don’t identify with my profession... I just don’t get offended... I am open to information no matter how much it may hurt my Ego at the time... and urge you to open up to all information, no matter the credentials or the source... weigh the information for your - self... don’t listen to what I say or what anyone else says... and if you ask  “ then why are you writing what you write?”... I would say to Wake you Up... to wake my Self up... to finally Express how I feel about this thing we call Life. And if you don’t think you are asleep, that’s okay too... I’m not trying to convince anyone of anything, I am only trying to offer my perspective, what you do with it, is up to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-448224321048615257?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/448224321048615257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=448224321048615257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/448224321048615257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/448224321048615257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/02/tangent-my-favorite-teacher-other-than.html' title='Tangent: My Favorite Teacher (Other than Me)'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S3B13K0pyTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nWJcbGXHKDM/s72-c/Enlightenment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-5903653801194237056</id><published>2010-02-04T05:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:00:09.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 31: "Native Lady"</title><content type='html'>Om Ram Ramaya Namaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2qkvk9LUaI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VZEyDkJ1qIc/s1600-h/Native+Lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2qkvk9LUaI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VZEyDkJ1qIc/s400/Native+Lady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434337037657002402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;"Native Lady"&lt;br /&gt;11" x 14" &lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Affirmation: "I am whisper. Do not forget me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we will listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like it you can purchase it @: &lt;a href="http://dustinkellogg.bigcartel.com/product/native-lady"&gt;Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-5903653801194237056?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/5903653801194237056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=5903653801194237056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/5903653801194237056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/5903653801194237056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/02/fine-art-post-31-native-lady.html' title='Fine Art Post 31: &quot;Native Lady&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2qkvk9LUaI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VZEyDkJ1qIc/s72-c/Native+Lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-177916255223511393</id><published>2010-01-30T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:42:14.245-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painting Sessions'/><title type='text'>Painting Session: "Painting for Cory"</title><content type='html'>Om Ram Ramaya Namaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPe3v2MCI/AAAAAAAAArw/SF304gsk0kk/s1600-h/Me+Painting+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPe3v2MCI/AAAAAAAAArw/SF304gsk0kk/s400/Me+Painting+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432695179783319586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPeRKJq5I/AAAAAAAAAro/veaxR3R73mk/s1600-h/Me+Painting+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPeRKJq5I/AAAAAAAAAro/veaxR3R73mk/s400/Me+Painting+03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432695169424665490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPeJS9EnI/AAAAAAAAArg/gvoAo8P7FbA/s1600-h/Me+Painting+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPeJS9EnI/AAAAAAAAArg/gvoAo8P7FbA/s400/Me+Painting+06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432695167314104946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPdj28DZI/AAAAAAAAArY/ETsrG9TI5fU/s1600-h/Me+Painting+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPdj28DZI/AAAAAAAAArY/ETsrG9TI5fU/s400/Me+Painting+07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432695157264485778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPdMSQBFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jggqn7pcWOg/s1600-h/Me+Painting+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPdMSQBFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jggqn7pcWOg/s400/Me+Painting+08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432695150936589394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2010&lt;br /&gt;Series of Photos&lt;br /&gt;"Me Painting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith snapped a couple shots the other night when I was full force into a painting session. This is a rare glimpse at my painting space. The Sacred Painting Space that you see in the photo is a 9' x 9' room with a scarlet read wall and two pillars adorning the entrance. Although I may not enjoy "condo"-living as much as the next american dreamer, I do appreciate the space and for the second time in my life I have found a space that is conducive for creative exploration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saraswati is sitting next me and she is smiling... I love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei!&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-177916255223511393?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/177916255223511393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=177916255223511393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/177916255223511393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/177916255223511393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/01/painting-session-painting-for-cory.html' title='Painting Session: &quot;Painting for Cory&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2TPe3v2MCI/AAAAAAAAArw/SF304gsk0kk/s72-c/Me+Painting+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-5551257412665313431</id><published>2010-01-30T03:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:43:33.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 30: "Cyclops"</title><content type='html'>Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2PzfQcGiuI/AAAAAAAAArI/bSuR6S2fZVg/s1600-h/Cyclops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2PzfQcGiuI/AAAAAAAAArI/bSuR6S2fZVg/s400/Cyclops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432453293853280994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cyclops" &lt;br /&gt;9" x 12" &lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Affirmation: &lt;br /&gt;"I am Cyclops. I am Foresight. I have been forewarned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like the drawing, you can purchase it @: &lt;a href="http://dustinkellogg.bigcartel.com/product/cyclops"&gt;Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-5551257412665313431?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/5551257412665313431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=5551257412665313431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/5551257412665313431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/5551257412665313431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/01/fine-art-post-27-cyclops.html' title='Fine Art Post 30: &quot;Cyclops&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2PzfQcGiuI/AAAAAAAAArI/bSuR6S2fZVg/s72-c/Cyclops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-5717745713988447161</id><published>2010-01-28T20:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:43:45.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 29: "Mystical Dragon 2"</title><content type='html'>Om Ram Ramaya Namaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2JRE7tg1uI/AAAAAAAAArA/GjgL9LbNXpc/s1600-h/Mystical+Dragon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2JRE7tg1uI/AAAAAAAAArA/GjgL9LbNXpc/s400/Mystical+Dragon+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431993245752153826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mystical Dragon 2"&lt;br /&gt;11" x 14" &lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Affirmation: &lt;br /&gt;"I am the Eightfold Path... I am Determined... I am Success."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why exactly but the mystical dragon told me to remind you of the Eightfold Path:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Noble Eightfold Path describes the way to the end of suffering, as it was laid out by Siddhartha Gautama. It is a practical guideline to ethical and mental development with the goal of freeing the individual from attachments and delusions; and it finally leads to understanding the truth about all things. Together with the Four Noble Truths it constitutes the gist of Buddhism. Great emphasis is put on the practical aspect, because it is only through practice that one can attain a higher level of existence and finally reach Nirvana. The eight aspects of the path are not to be understood as a sequence of single steps, instead they are highly interdependent principles that have to be seen in relationship with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Right View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right view is the beginning and the end of the path, it simply means to see and to understand things as they really are and to realise the Four Noble Truth. As such, right view is the cognitive aspect of wisdom. It means to see things through, to grasp the impermanent and imperfect nature of worldly objects and ideas, and to understand the law of karma and karmic conditioning. Right view is not necessarily an intellectual capacity, just as wisdom is not just a matter of intelligence. Instead, right view is attained, sustained, and enhanced through all capacities of mind. It begins with the intuitive insight that all beings are subject to suffering and it ends with complete understanding of the true nature of all things. Since our view of the world forms our thoughts and our actions, right view yields right thoughts and right actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Right Intention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While right view refers to the cognitive aspect of wisdom, right intention refers to the volitional aspect, i.e. the kind of mental energy that controls our actions. Right intention can be described best as commitment to ethical and mental self-improvement. Buddha distinguishes three types of right intentions: 1. the intention of renunciation, which means resistance to the pull of desire, 2. the intention of good will, meaning resistance to feelings of anger and aversion, and 3. the intention of harmlessness, meaning not to think or act cruelly, violently, or aggressively, and to develop compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Right Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right speech is the first principle of ethical conduct in the eightfold path. Ethical conduct is viewed as a guideline to moral discipline, which supports the other principles of the path. This aspect is not self-sufficient, however, essential, because mental purification can only be achieved through the cultivation of ethical conduct. The importance of speech in the context of Buddhist ethics is obvious: words can break or save lives, make enemies or friends, start war or create peace. Buddha explained right speech as follows: 1. to abstain from false speech, especially not to tell deliberate lies and not to speak deceitfully, 2. to abstain from slanderous speech and not to use words maliciously against others, 3. to abstain from harsh words that offend or hurt others, and 4. to abstain from idle chatter that lacks purpose or depth. Positively phrased, this means to tell the truth, to speak friendly, warm, and gently and to talk only when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Right Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second ethical principle, right action, involves the body as natural means of expression, as it refers to deeds that involve bodily actions. Unwholesome actions lead to unsound states of mind, while wholesome actions lead to sound states of mind. Again, the principle is explained in terms of abstinence: right action means 1. to abstain from harming sentient beings, especially to abstain from taking life (including suicide) and doing harm intentionally or delinquently, 2. to abstain from taking what is not given, which includes stealing, robbery, fraud, deceitfulness, and dishonesty, and 3. to abstain from sexual misconduct. Positively formulated, right action means to act kindly and compassionately, to be honest, to respect the belongings of others, and to keep sexual relationships harmless to others. Further details regarding the concrete meaning of right action can be found in the Precepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Right Livelihood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right livelihood means that one should earn one's living in a righteous way and that wealth should be gained legally and peacefully. The Buddha mentions four specific activities that harm other beings and that one should avoid for this reason: 1. dealing in weapons, 2. dealing in living beings (including raising animals for slaughter as well as slave trade and prostitution), 3. working in meat production and butchery, and 4. selling intoxicants and poisons, such as alcohol and drugs. Furthermore any other occupation that would violate the principles of right speech and right action should be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Right Effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right effort can be seen as a prerequisite for the other principles of the path. Without effort, which is in itself an act of will, nothing can be achieved, whereas misguided effort distracts the mind from its task, and confusion will be the consequence. Mental energy is the force behind right effort; it can occur in either wholesome or unwholesome states. The same type of energy that fuels desire, envy, aggression, and violence can on the other side fuel self-discipline, honesty, benevolence, and kindness. Right effort is detailed in four types of endeavours that rank in ascending order of perfection: 1. to prevent the arising of unarisen unwholesome states, 2. to abandon unwholesome states that have already arisen, 3. to arouse wholesome states that have not yet arisen, and 4. to maintain and perfect wholesome states already arisen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Right Mindfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right mindfulness is the controlled and perfected faculty of cognition. It is the mental ability to see things as they are, with clear consciousness. Usually, the cognitive process begins with an impression induced by perception, or by a thought, but then it does not stay with the mere impression. Instead, we almost always conceptualise sense impressions and thoughts immediately. We interpret them and set them in relation to other thoughts and experiences, which naturally go beyond the facticity of the original impression. The mind then posits concepts, joins concepts into constructs, and weaves those constructs into complex interpretative schemes. All this happens only half consciously, and as a result we often see things obscured. Right mindfulness is anchored in clear perception and it penetrates impressions without getting carried away. Right mindfulness enables us to be aware of the process of conceptualisation in a way that we actively observe and control the way our thoughts go. Buddha accounted for this as the four foundations of mindfulness: 1. contemplation of the body, 2. contemplation of feeling (repulsive, attractive, or neutral), 3. contemplation of the state of mind, and 4. contemplation of the phenomena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Right Concentration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eighth principle of the path, right concentration, refers to the development of a mental force that occurs in natural consciousness, although at a relatively low level of intensity, namely concentration. Concentration in this context is described as one-pointedness of mind, meaning a state where all mental faculties are unified and directed onto one particular object. Right concentration for the purpose of the eightfold path means wholesome concentration, i.e. concentration on wholesome thoughts and actions. The Buddhist method of choice to develop right concentration is through the practice of meditation. The meditating mind focuses on a selected object. It first directs itself onto it, then sustains concentration, and finally intensifies concentration step by step. Through this practice it becomes natural to apply elevated levels concentration also in everyday situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/buddhism/eightfoldpath.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like the drawing, you can purchase it @: &lt;a href="http://dustinkellogg.bigcartel.com/product/mystical-dragon-2"&gt;Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-5717745713988447161?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/5717745713988447161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=5717745713988447161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/5717745713988447161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/5717745713988447161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/01/fine-art-post-26-mystical-dragon-2.html' title='Fine Art Post 29: &quot;Mystical Dragon 2&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S2JRE7tg1uI/AAAAAAAAArA/GjgL9LbNXpc/s72-c/Mystical+Dragon+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-9194797582819967119</id><published>2010-01-18T15:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:43:55.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 28: "No Authority No Masters"</title><content type='html'>Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S1TMYQaqvoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/CL_E2a5c3CE/s1600-h/No+Masters+No+Auhtority.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S1TMYQaqvoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/CL_E2a5c3CE/s400/No+Masters+No+Auhtority.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428188167984037506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Authority No Masters"&lt;br /&gt;8.5" x 11"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper (Bond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be lying if I said that I adhere to any sort of Authority or Hierarchy... and it's not necessarily because I am a radical, or a revolutionary or a anarchist... those are all just words that point to concepts. And although I was a quasi-rebellious teenager, I do not have any "problem" with Authority. It seems like I can follow directions very well, but in Reality, there also seems to be No Authority or Masters, so why should I pretend like there are? Can you answer me that? Why do we pretend like our parents know better? Why do we pretend like our teachers, lawyers and doctors know better? Why do we still pretend like our Resumes matter? Why do we pretend like prison rehabilitates? Why do we pretend like we have it "together"? Why do we pretend like if we didn't have Government we wouldn't be safe the world we be chaos? Or that if we didn't have Police, the streets would be chaos... have you been in the "streets" lately (I guess it's how one defines chaos)? Why are we Pretending like we are Free instead of Living like we are Free? Yes... this is a matter of individual perspective, that's why I am asking you yours? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these concepts, like Authority, Hierarchy, Liberty, Enlightenment, most people haven't even begun to contemplate. Most of us just accept what people tell us... it seems like we very rarely challenge each other. Maybe because we know if we challenge each other we might push one of Us over the edge. We are insecure and we are fragile, and no matter how many times we keep repeating the story, we still feel that emptiness, that void. It's not a matter of gaining our soul back, if we are alive, our soul never left. This is about forgiving our - Self for the asshole that you know it is, and then we can forgive all the other assholes in our lives. Then it seems like we can move on and create a new reality where all the assholes in our lives are now Enlightened - beings, and so we are and we can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I have the ability to be very inspirational and very motivating but I have also been told that I can push a person to suicide. I will admit that I am relentless... and I know this may sound contradicting, especially from someone who claims to hold Compassion, Understanding, and Enlightenment as the highest principles of Human-living, but most people are already dead. It's hard to hear, I know, and it sounds pessimistic, it sounds negative, maybe even arrogant, but I am willing to risk being called all of these things to WAKE YOU UP!!! And maybe you don't need to be woken up? Maybe I'm not the person to help in your awakening? But I have been gifted, and I have had the determintation to recognize who is awake and who isn't. It is not necessarily a "judgment"- thing, for me, it is more of a "sense of energy, or vibration". This concept also may be difficult for people who do not trust their senses enough to know that there are other senses that cannot be explained, especially by science, or "rational - pragmatists" who seem to be more like "material - illusionists".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of flow in the stream of rational spirituality, which is a only a combination of words, but it is a concept, when contemplated, that can open you up to infinite dimensions... where the mundane reality that you thought was "Real" is only one level of a multi - dimensional existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of fucked up, because the more I have lost my mind, the more sane I have become, internally at least. But I seem insane to everyone else. I don't care though... and not in some nilhistic, fuck-you, kind-of-way, but more of a; I can't worry about what other people think, because most "other-people" are trapped in Ego, Role and Story. And I don't know the future but I have to do what is true. If you want to challenge me your wasting your time because you've already won... but if you want to challenge what is True, what is Truth, then feel free... feel Free... FEEL FREE.... FEEL FREE.... close your eyes and feel it, it's right there... really feel it... let it absorb your whole being... let it become you and realize that it is you... it is me... we are FREE! WE ARE FREE!!! WE ARE FREE!!! WE ARE FREE!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From a broad perspective we can see that we really don't give a shit what anyone thinks anyway, some of us still pretend to. It's not "bad" -thing, or you are not a shitty - person if you define your - self by what you own, what your job is, your family, your economical status, your race, your sex, your gender, or your species but this is all a story... an illusion. A way to stay trapped in the Wheel of Suffering or The Wheel of Life. See, I tend to call it The Wheel of Suffering, Samsara (like the buddhists), because Life is Love and Love is everything, in and outside the wheel. Life is a vibration not a wheel. The stream of life is never out of reach, we will never be thirsty when we Live. We will never go hungry when we Live. The Life - Force is infinite and if you remove the veils, the illusions, the story, you will never die. We will not Die. Life is One transition to another. Always changing and always evolving. Don't fuck with it... just flow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;p class="pageheader" style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 15pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Four Noble Truths&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraphheader" style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/buddhism/fourtruths.html#truth1" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-decoration: none; "&gt;1. Life means suffering.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraphheader" style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/buddhism/fourtruths.html#truth2" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;2. The origin of suffering is attachment.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraphheader" style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/buddhism/fourtruths.html#truth2" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/buddhism/fourtruths.html#truth3" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;3. The cessation of suffering is attainable.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraphheader" style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/buddhism/fourtruths.html#truth4" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;4. The path to the cessation of suffering.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraphheader" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a name="truth1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Life means suffering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; "&gt;To live means to suffer, because the human nature is not perfect and neither is the world we live in. During our lifetime, we inevitably have to endure physical suffering such as pain, sickness, injury, tiredness, old age, and eventually death; and we have to endure psychological suffering like sadness, fear, frustration, disappointment, and depression. Although there are different degrees of suffering and there are also positive experiences in life that we perceive as the opposite of suffering, such as ease, comfort and happiness, life in its totality is imperfect and incomplete, because our world is subject to impermanence. This means we are never able to keep permanently what we strive for, and just as happy moments pass by, we ourselves and our loved ones will pass away one day, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraphheader" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a name="truth2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. The origin of suffering is attachment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; "&gt;The origin of suffering is attachment to transient things and the ignorance thereof. Transient things do not only include the physical objects that surround us, but also ideas, and -in a greater sense- all objects of our perception. Ignorance is the lack of understanding of how our mind is attached to impermanent things. The reasons for suffering are desire, passion, ardour, pursuit of wealth and prestige, striving for fame and popularity, or in short: &lt;em&gt;craving&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;clinging&lt;/em&gt;. Because the objects of our attachment are transient, their loss is inevitable, thus suffering will necessarily follow. Objects of attachment also include the idea of a "self" which is a delusion, because there is no abiding self. What we call "self" is just an imagined entity, and we are merely a part of the ceaseless becoming of the universe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraphheader" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a name="truth3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. The cessation of suffering is attainable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; "&gt;The cessation of suffering can be attained through &lt;em&gt;nirodha&lt;/em&gt;. Nirodha means the unmaking of sensual craving and conceptual attachment. The third noble truth expresses the idea that suffering can be ended by attaining dispassion. Nirodha extinguishes all forms of clinging and attachment. This means that suffering can be overcome through human activity, simply by removing the cause of suffering. Attaining and perfecting dispassion is a process of many levels that ultimately results in the state of &lt;em&gt;Nirvana&lt;/em&gt;. Nirvana means freedom from all worries, troubles, complexes, fabrications and ideas. Nirvana is not comprehensible for those who have not attained it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraphheader" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a name="truth4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. The path to the cessation of suffering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bookman Old Style', Bookman, Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; "&gt;There is a path to the end of suffering - a gradual path of self-improvement, which is described more detailed in the &lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/buddhism/eightfoldpath.html" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Eightfold Path&lt;/a&gt;. It is the middle way between the two extremes of excessive self-indulgence (hedonism) and excessive self-mortification (asceticism); and it leads to the end of the cycle of rebirth. The latter quality discerns it from other paths which are merely "wandering on the wheel of becoming", because these do not have a final object. The path to the end of suffering can extend over many lifetimes, throughout which every individual rebirth is subject to karmic conditioning. Craving, ignorance, delusions, and its effects will disappear gradually, as progress is made on the path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/buddhism/fourtruths.html"&gt;(Source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we Are, in Essence, is Consciousness. We Are Consciousness experiencing a multi-dimensional, interconnected, virtual reality and until a good portion of Us realize this, we will continue to let other people Rule Us. We will let other people manipulate our minds, and control the direction of our flow. Until we realize that we are Divine, and that each and every one of us is the center of our own universe. That each and every one of Us, is God, and that we are simultaneously projecting  an infinitely-dimensional reality that really has no limits or rules.  Yes there is a Tree of Knowledge, and yes there are the Laws of Nature, but a new dimension has opened, and a new portal to healthy living has revealed itself, and this is the Tree of Love. Where all things realize their true nature and transcend the Wheel of Life... The Wheel of Suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, this thing, this thing we call Reality... it is a big movie. A big story-line, written by the Illuminati. We wake up ever morning and we put on our costumes, we assume our role and we live life through the story - line. We generally think that life is mundane and that drugs, alcohol, and processed foods are the only escape from such a boring existence. We submit to limitless authority and we think that we do this because we are "free". We think we do this because this is what "progress" looks like. We think we do this because we are altruistic and the rest of the world is sick and we have to save them. There really is no One to save you but your - Self. And you can hide under the bottle. You can hide under the prescription pills. You can hide under the pain. You can hide under "your personality". You can hide under the suppression. You can hide under the fear. You can hide under the government. You can hide under your childhood and you can hide under your stuck emotions. Or you can remember to start breathing. Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't stop breathing. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In and out. INnnnn and OUTttttt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inhale through the nose, exhale through the nose. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is breath, I am breathing. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It ebs and it flows. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is a Riddle. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Ride.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Vibration.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Note.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Tone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Hum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hear my breath. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here my breath.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here I am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was a character in this story for far too long. I have let go of the story, and although I still create art, I still express how I feel, I still communicate, and I may live in the illusion but I do not live from the illusion... No - thing will ever look the same. I am not afraid of my - self anymore and I am not afraid of you. You can keep telling me your story and I will listen but what I really want to know is, are you awake? Are you free? Can you love me? Can I love you? Can we dance together? Can we create together? Can we Live together? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can live in the Light and We can give space for the Darkness. Don't be afraid. We are here... just start telling people who you really are... let them know what moves you and what scares you. It's a perfect process, and never-ending process. The apocalypse is Now... it's a simple choice... Insanity... or Enlightenment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks from heart to all of you who have shown me that I can be me and I can love... and I don't have to be afraid anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Om Brzee Namaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Profound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-9194797582819967119?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/9194797582819967119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=9194797582819967119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/9194797582819967119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/9194797582819967119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/01/fine-art-post-25-no-authority-no.html' title='Fine Art Post 28: &quot;No Authority No Masters&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S1TMYQaqvoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/CL_E2a5c3CE/s72-c/No+Masters+No+Auhtority.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-7675975814256031134</id><published>2010-01-07T05:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:44:06.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 27: "Cosmic Flower"</title><content type='html'>Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S0W30gxfDbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FC3Vg_C1ol0/s1600-h/Cosmic+Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S0W30gxfDbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FC3Vg_C1ol0/s400/Cosmic+Flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423943439016201650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cosmic Flower" &lt;br /&gt;17" x 28" &lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Antique Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A taste of new things to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-7675975814256031134?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/7675975814256031134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=7675975814256031134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/7675975814256031134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/7675975814256031134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2010/01/fine-art-post-24-cosmic-flower.html' title='Fine Art Post 27: &quot;Cosmic Flower&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/S0W30gxfDbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FC3Vg_C1ol0/s72-c/Cosmic+Flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-6521364514971190248</id><published>2009-12-29T02:17:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T05:02:35.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 26: "Om Brzee Namaha"</title><content type='html'>Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SzmtIYPElRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/FBxNCK3J0go/s1600-h/Im+A+Multi+Millionaire.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SzmtIYPElRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/FBxNCK3J0go/s400/Im+A+Multi+Millionaire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420553985973327122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Abundance (Specifically Financial)"&lt;br /&gt;9" x 12"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this for my 'Vision Board' which is actually my art studio, but one wall specifically has everything that I would like to manifest in the upcoming moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I've never really been fond of money. In fact, for a while I hated it... I thought it was evil and I thought that anyone who had it was an asshole. I don't know what happened but I eventually realized that I was dead-wrong and my attitude about money was actually shaped by the environment I grew up in, including geographical location, sex, race, gender, my family, my schooling, my economic status, etc... I remember my parents arguing a bit about finances, money always seemed to be a problem, not a solution. My parents would play the lotto and I would always have these wild fantasies about what we would do, as a family, if we became millionaires... I imagined being able to backpack all over the world and just travel. I imagined having all the latest gadgets and technology. I would be able to go to the best schools, get the best education and become everything that I dreamed could be possible. At one point it was a goal of mine to be rich and famous, I either wanted to be a famous Hockey Player or a famous Artist. I thought that if I were famous, that obviously means I would be rich and then I could be loved by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first dream job, at the age of 20, working for Nickelodeon as an Animator (I've told this story a thousand times too many). To make a long story short, I didn't vibe well with the Corporate structure, and thankfully we all got laid-off after 9/11 and I got to pursue another dream of mine to be a Tattoo Artist. To make another long story short (that I also, have told a thousand times too many) I learned that working at a 'Tattoo Shop' was just the same as a corporation only on the other side of the spectrum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love for animation and tattooing never wavered but it had been seriously jaded for a long time, because of money, or at least that's what I thought at the time. For most people being able to work at their dream-job would be enough, let alone twice in my short existence. I don't know why I wasn't satisfied but I didn't want my life to be about money, or about a paycheck. I lost all aspirations to become Rich and Famous, for a cornucopia of reasons, and money continued to be source of anger, frustration, hatred and ignorance, for me. It seemed like money was keeping me in a depression, as it continues to do to most of us, each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to learn about money... I mean REALLY learn about money. I learned that it pretty much is a figment of everyone's imagination and is actually printed out of thin-air. The Fed prints all the money... The Fed is everyone's Sugar Daddy. We all suck from the teet of The Fed's nipples. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the Fed or think we should destroy it, I just think we should bring light to the situation and see what people think about a private banking consortium raping their children and their children's children... not to mention the entirety of Earth's Indigenous population, until this day... this hour... this moment. With every press of the printing an Indigenous farmer loses their life  and their seed; a multi-national corporation moves in to rape the the Land and the People, until all natural resources run dry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to realize or see that the Architects of Civilizations were controlling the masses with rectangles. Elongated boxes that have weird symbols and pictures of dead guys on them? I realized that where the religious-types got lost  by worshipping false idols, like "Jesus" and "Muhammed", the materialist-types got lost in worshipping the false-idol, the all-mighty, green rectangle (created by the shadow magician). What was I to do? I tried to bring Jesus into my heart but that didn't work (I was raised and confirmed Catholic, I fought Tooth and Nail but had to succumb to the guilty brainwashing that is known as the Catholic Church, no offense ( don't worry... I have since deprogrammed)).  I tried to become rich and famous but I couldn't or didn't suck enough cubicle-cock (excuse my american accent), and then the New World Order declared jihad in NYC. I felt like I put in a good effort and I have since moved on to a new objective... a revamped, childhood objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Architects of Civilization know that money is an illusion, that it is just a symbol of energy. That it has no intrinsic value and that it is more a mechanism of control rather than a tool of commerce or economy. Printed money is actually a symbol that we do not live in a free market... because in free markets green pieces of paper have very little value... except for maybe wiping your ass, or lighting a fire? I guess it depends on your perspective. Now I know this, now You know this... no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are in the last days of a Monetary System and we are witnessing the machine's breakdown. It's been long over do... the indigenous blood is sparse but it is ready, thank Gaia that I have a little of the blood running through me. But also understand that bloodlines are for the Illuminati, Consciousness is far stronger than human blood; even if there is only One Indigenous brother or sister left on this planet, the consciousness of the Earth, The Elements, The Four Winds, The Fire, The Ether, does not die when indigenous blood runs dry. The Great Spirit has spoken and a new way of life is upon us. The Ghosts are dancing, the spirits are lining up for the show, the Gods are preparing a feast, the Light Beings are here to assist our transition and the White Buffalo is standing on the horizon. The Globalization of commerce has shown us, with more clarity then ever, that the Architects of Civilization are scared, they are relentless and they will not stop until there is no trace of sacred blood, of sacred seed, of sacred water. We will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should welcome the collapse of the Monetary System, it means we have the opportunity to forge a new vision but just in case it decides to stick around for a last gasp, why not transfer some of that energy into the hands of beings that know what to do with it. And I figure while The Fed just keeps printing money, why not attract some of it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new life objective (I figure if I declare it, I will have to live by it) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mystical Constitution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To Do what I love.&lt;br /&gt;2. To be the best version of my-self.&lt;br /&gt;3. To be of service to those around me, in the best ways that I can (Especially to my Special Lady, Meredith)&lt;br /&gt;4. To Travel around the world in converted School Bus with my Special Lady, while learning how to live with the land.&lt;br /&gt;5. To spread love, information, vision, imagination, creation, creativity, and health.&lt;br /&gt;6. To live optimally, freely.&lt;br /&gt;7. To listen to the wind... to observe the fire... to connect to the earth... and to flow like water.&lt;br /&gt;8. To live in abundance, in health, in mind, body and spirit... and in finances (as long as the monetary system is still kicking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Awake!&lt;br /&gt;I am Free!&lt;br /&gt;I am a Multi-Millionaire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help spread the good word... Let everyone know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namaha! Om Brzee Namaha! Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;Abundance! Abundance! Abundance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-6521364514971190248?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/6521364514971190248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=6521364514971190248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/6521364514971190248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/6521364514971190248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/12/fine-art-post-23-goddess_29.html' title='Fine Art Post 26: &quot;Om Brzee Namaha&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SzmtIYPElRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/FBxNCK3J0go/s72-c/Im+A+Multi+Millionaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-3604381584906326344</id><published>2009-12-22T03:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T03:14:59.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illustration'/><title type='text'>Illustration Post 12: "Profoundly Raw"</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SzCDXanfGYI/AAAAAAAAApw/DEFVpzCY8Jc/s1600-h/Profoundly+Raw+Final+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SzCDXanfGYI/AAAAAAAAApw/DEFVpzCY8Jc/s400/Profoundly+Raw+Final+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417974790031874434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an illustration I created for an awesome project called &lt;a href="http://rawreform.blogspot.com/"&gt;Profoundly Raw&lt;/a&gt;. This project was created by fellow Raw Foodie &lt;a href="http://rawreform.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela Stokes-Monarch&lt;/a&gt; and she has put together an E-book; a collection of 12 chapters from some of the leading speakers/healers/researchers/etc. on Health and Healing and so much more! Meredith, my Special Lady, also wrote an amazing poem for it... it is truly an honor to be apart of such a heartfelt project. I learn something new each day, and I realize how blessed I am. Many Thanks! You can download 'Profoundly Raw' for free @: &lt;a href="http://rawreform.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raw Reform E-Journal &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rawreform.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And thanks for everyone's support, I'm feeling the love these days! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-3604381584906326344?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/3604381584906326344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=3604381584906326344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/3604381584906326344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/3604381584906326344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/12/illustration-post-12-profoundly-raw.html' title='Illustration Post 12: &quot;Profoundly Raw&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SzCDXanfGYI/AAAAAAAAApw/DEFVpzCY8Jc/s72-c/Profoundly+Raw+Final+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-741336750158786093</id><published>2009-12-17T02:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:44:28.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 25: "Goddess"</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SynfT9banFI/AAAAAAAAApo/1Bab335k93Q/s1600-h/Goddess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SynfT9banFI/AAAAAAAAApo/1Bab335k93Q/s400/Goddess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416105560889793618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-741336750158786093?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/741336750158786093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=741336750158786093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/741336750158786093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/741336750158786093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/12/fine-art-post-23-goddess.html' title='Fine Art Post 25: &quot;Goddess&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SynfT9banFI/AAAAAAAAApo/1Bab335k93Q/s72-c/Goddess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-5049100651413602739</id><published>2009-12-15T02:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:45:17.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 24: "Magical Balloons"</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Syc6p4Iqn8I/AAAAAAAAApg/8YCGRdYSiRg/s1600-h/Magical+Balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Syc6p4Iqn8I/AAAAAAAAApg/8YCGRdYSiRg/s400/Magical+Balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415361568054091714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magical Balloons" &lt;br /&gt;11" x 14" &lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Affirmation: &lt;br /&gt;"I am vision. Allow the light to heal my vision. Grab a balloon, rise up in the now, and imagine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to escape through drawing. I didn't want to face my reality, at the same time I had a hard time ignoring it... now I feel like I'm diving right in. I feel this incredible sense that the "creatives" will have a large role to play in the creation of a new Earth. Some people see destruction; tidal waves, earthquakes, hurricanes, tornados, volcanos erupting, famine, drought, nuclear war, biological war... but this doesn't have to be our end. It seems hopeless sometimes... that's why I drew "Magical Balloons"... sometimes you have to see this as a trip... I want to travel by balloon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like the drawing you can have it @: &lt;a href="http://dustinkellogg.bigcartel.com/product/magical-balloons"&gt;Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-5049100651413602739?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/5049100651413602739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=5049100651413602739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/5049100651413602739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/5049100651413602739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/12/fine-art-post-22-magical-balloons.html' title='Fine Art Post 24: &quot;Magical Balloons&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Syc6p4Iqn8I/AAAAAAAAApg/8YCGRdYSiRg/s72-c/Magical+Balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-5289803389177372180</id><published>2009-12-12T05:09:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:45:31.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 23: "Lady With A Machete"</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SyNsQMzJj7I/AAAAAAAAApY/kW3XZznBOSo/s1600-h/Lady+With+Machete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SyNsQMzJj7I/AAAAAAAAApY/kW3XZznBOSo/s400/Lady+With+Machete.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414290202598936498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lady With A Machete"&lt;br /&gt;9" x 12"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an idea the other night, maybe it was a series of ideas but it got me thinking about the new renaissance or rise in feminine energy. I was pretty devastated when I had learned that the Women's Suffrage Movement was funded by the CIA, and it was basically a big rouse to fracture the fundamental family dynamic and force women into a different type of slavery. Plus it increased the tax revenue the government receives, through an illegal "income-tax". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women are still abused, are still prostituted, are still exploited. Don't get me wrong we have Benazir Bhutto, oh wait she was assassinated... um... let me think here... we have the token "powerful" women outside of the realm of politics(which we all know is a puppet show), Martha Stewart and Oprah. I love Oprah as much as the next bon-bon eating, overweight, depressed, middle-aged, average-american, woman(excuse the stereotype) but why are the biggest examples of "powerful women" connected to commercial enterprises? I know there are many examples of strong women throughout history... but we need more powerful women Now... Right Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a call to women, I don't know what that call sounds like necessarily but it might want to be a call that transcends tradition and role, a call to women to be the highest versions of themselves. Unfortunately the dominate Masculine energy has past on it's overbearing Ego and women are not, in truth, in any more of a position of power than they were in the 1920's; they just pay taxes now and have inflated ego's like their male counter-parts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was inspired by indigenous culture and their connection to the machete, especially women. Something about watching an old mexican woman chop fruit is very hopeful. There is still hope... Obama didn't steal all of it. There are women who are not only so connected to their food, but they know how to use a machete and it seems like a very spiritual connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I just drew the woman holding a machete as her subliminally holding my phallus, but I assure you there is very little subliminal sexuality in my intention for this drawing.  If the "civilized", tax-paying, puritan-inspired, woman picked up a machete instead of a suit and a briefcase, we might start to find a new balance in "civilization" that many of us see, at the moment, as necessary to our survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO RISE UP WOMEN!!! Put down the makeup and light that pant-suit on fire and rise up from the ashes. You are a Goddess, not a second class citizen. You don't have to get on your knees anymore. This Patriarch has failed... Don't allow War to control our families anymore. You are beautiful. Pick up a machete and start to show this society what women are really capable of. Join your fellow man and help him find not only his own masculinity but his femininity as well. It seems that if we balance these energies inside we start to sense a potential for balance on the outside. Kundalini rising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like the image, you can purchase it @: &lt;a href="http://dustinkellogg.bigcartel.com/"&gt;Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-5289803389177372180?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/5289803389177372180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=5289803389177372180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/5289803389177372180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/5289803389177372180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/12/fine-art-post-16-lady-with-machete.html' title='Fine Art Post 23: &quot;Lady With A Machete&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SyNsQMzJj7I/AAAAAAAAApY/kW3XZznBOSo/s72-c/Lady+With+Machete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-2159869751125393576</id><published>2009-12-10T05:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:45:42.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 22: "Mystical Dragon 1"</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SyDU16yFd0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/4lpuZKEQMmc/s1600-h/Mystical+Dragon+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SyDU16yFd0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/4lpuZKEQMmc/s400/Mystical+Dragon+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413560774876821314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mystical Dragon 1"&lt;br /&gt;14" x 11"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Affirmation: &lt;br /&gt;"I am Prana, Chi and Life Force. I am Mystery. I am the Dragon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like what you see, you can have it hanging on your wall. Or resting on your desk. Or you could even use it as an oversized bookmark... whatever the utilitarian purpose becomes it will serve you in many ways, seen and unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this one night thinking of a specific dragon. A dragon that had been living in my head since childhood, and I finally reconnected with him... This dragon can serve as a talisman which may induce high levels of mystical vibrations throughout your whole being. The puff of air that is coming out of his mouth is not smoke, it is fresh, clean, air... pure air, no pollution. If you would like to purify a room or a space, hang the Mystical Dragon up and it will be so. The Mystical Dragon has done many things for me, I hope he can for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To purchase this drawing please visit my online shoppe @: &lt;a href="http://dustinkellogg.bigcartel.com/"&gt;Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also available for commission work, for drawings, portraits, illustration, or sacred tattoo. See some of my work @: &lt;a href="http://dustinkellogg.carbonmade.com/"&gt;Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-2159869751125393576?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/2159869751125393576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=2159869751125393576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/2159869751125393576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/2159869751125393576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/12/fine-art-post-15-mystical-dragon-1.html' title='Fine Art Post 22: &quot;Mystical Dragon 1&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SyDU16yFd0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/4lpuZKEQMmc/s72-c/Mystical+Dragon+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-1304418592658568624</id><published>2009-11-23T15:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:33:56.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>News: New Artwork For Sale</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Swrs-WKB6GI/AAAAAAAAApI/4YWPJVrNEbA/s1600/indeximage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Swrs-WKB6GI/AAAAAAAAApI/4YWPJVrNEbA/s400/indeximage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407394858455394402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just posted a whole mess of new work for sale @: &lt;a href="http://www.dustinkellogg.bigcartel.com"&gt;Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to support an independent artist, Now is the time. When we support art, it's not necessarily about hanging a pretty picture up on the wall to make ourselves feel better (although this is a great bi-product), we are supporting Creativity. When we buy artwork we are saying, not only to ourselves but to the Universe, that Creativity will always be supported and will always remain a priority in our culture... even if that culture tends to focus most of it's energy on destruction, war, violence, and ego. We can help each other out of the trenches. We can do this by being creative and expressing our views through art, this is a very powerful process... more powerful then I think most people realize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art Galleries, the Museums, the Institutes, all have their place, but honestly they have hijacked creativity and art. Over the years art has been made into this "Esoteric" expression, that only certain people "get it". I say forget that. Art is creativity and creativity is the expression of imagination and imagination is the glue that holds this whole reality together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an independent artist I would like to survive off of my art. No art galleries, no museums, no clubs or initiations... just Me, You and Creativity!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you say? Go buy some art @: &lt;a href="http://www.dustinkellogg.bigcartel.com"&gt;Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Item comes with infinite affirmations of Love, Health and Creativity. I guarantee that you if you hang this artwork up around your house, or give it to a friend, that it will start to not only change specific things in your life but it will transform those around you as well. I have seen the healing power of art and I put all of this intention into my work. I do not want to sell you a "pretty picture" to hang on your wall. I want to sell you the opportunity to expand your awareness... expand your consciousness and to open up the creative potential that is this infinite reality! Thank You! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-1304418592658568624?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/1304418592658568624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=1304418592658568624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/1304418592658568624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/1304418592658568624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/11/news-new-artwork-for-sale.html' title='News: New Artwork For Sale'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Swrs-WKB6GI/AAAAAAAAApI/4YWPJVrNEbA/s72-c/indeximage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-9158517244946455302</id><published>2009-11-20T19:25:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:27:18.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Video Post: State Controlled Consciousness</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ogCc8ObiwQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ogCc8ObiwQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend posted this video and I thought it was really relevant to the Hundredth Monkey Effect. I know a lot of family members and friends who are teachers who might find this clip interesting. It's kind of funny,  when I talk to people that identify themselves as administrators, teachers,  or even students, everyone, for the most part (when they are being open and honest), will admit that the system is completely failing. Yet, because it is their "job" or position, they will defend it to their death... Our educational system is not educational. It is a socializing, indoctrinating, and an assimilating system. It turns children into automats who turn into adults that have very little capacity for free thinking. And I didn't get this information from a book... I didn't read it somewhere... this is just my observation... if you need "facts" I can point you in the directions of some books. Although my ideas aren't, necessarily original, I have thought about them freely, without ideology. If you took the time you would observe a similar thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children are going to learn we need to get out of state control... and start to teach our kids how to grow their own food, make their own clothes, make their own shelter, find their own water, and teach them the most we can about their bodies, their minds, and their spirit. We can help them find that creative passion inside and let that drive them through their lives, intuitively. Once you know all of this, the Earth becomes a huge playground with infinite possibilities... instead of a war zone, where who knows where the next bomb will drop? Often if you just let kids guide you in what they want to learn, you would probably find them a whole lot more free thinking and intelligent. I have met kids who are raised out of the state indoctrination, these kids seem to be the most bright, the most intuitive and the most free thinking (attributes that are rarely seen in the "Adults" in our lives). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to remind everyone that Albert Einstein dropped out of school at a young age. Granted, he contributed to the atom bomb but we all have our faults. Also there's a really brilliant mathematician, his name is &lt;a href="http://www.theresonanceproject.org/"&gt;Nassim Haramein&lt;/a&gt;, my friend Cory pointed him out to me. Nassim has actually, accurately modeled the structure of the Universe, with the Unified Field Theory amongst other things. He is one of the most brilliant people I've ever heard... he bridges all sorts of gaps... and he dropped out of school as welll. He recognized, from an early age, that school was limiting him. There are countless examples of the most brilliant human beings, leaving "school" and discovery things on their own. It's not just limited to a handful of people... it's just not something they broadcast on Fox News, CNN or the Times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being in school as a child and thinking how absolutely absurd it was. I was a fatkid (at least that's what people told me) but I wasn't lazy, I was driven... I did my homework, I was an "A" student... I just was aware that the adults around us were dumbing us down. Following bells, and standing in line for lunch. Sitting at our tiny desks, listening to mostly-insecure-humans drone on about some pre-determined curriculum. Even private schools or "alternative" schools, they are just different levels of indoctrination. The kids aren't "smarter" they are just indoctrinated to be the future leaders or a to be a different class of human. Public school kids, for the most part, will become the burger-flippers, the road-makers, the widget-producers, Teachers, Nurses, Congressman, Small Business Owners, or Tradesman. Private school kids, for the most part, will become Accountants, Doctors, Lawyers, Senators, Engineers, Corporate Executives or Scholars. Alternative school kids, for the most part, will become Advertising Executives, Writers, Artists, Musicians, Poets, Creative Directors, Small Business Owners. I'm not saying that this is what happens all the time, I've seen public school kids become the most brilliant philosophers, scientists, or artists and I've met private-school kids who are now crack-heads (not that there is anything "wrong" with being a crack head, I mean if you are a crackhead you are destroying your body and mind, but you aren't "evil"). Some of us slip through the cracks and surprise everyone, but It's all systematic. It's a systematic way to control society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into who funds what. Follow the money trail and you will most likely come to similar ideas as the man in the video above. This is not information that you have to "read in a book" either. Most likely if you think back to your own experience, you can come to similar conclusions... or if you are having a hard time looking at it objectively then go sit-in on a classroom for week. It's not about the Intentions of the individual teachers, administrators... They are not intentionally trying to dumb kids down, they have just fallen into the same trap and they are abiding by the same System... if you want a good idea of the what the System is, just google "System" and don't ever stop asking the question "why?". And if you think you are changing the System from the inside, think again... the current model for education was created in the early 19th century, probably even before that, in Prussia... we are now in the 21st century... have things changed? The mask has changed a tiny bit, but it's the same ol' indoctrination. And where are we as a species? Facing destruction... on all levels, it's not really limited to one particular form of destruction at this point. But have no fear... We are here... and We know who we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to point out, that if you shift your awareness and you come into a "higher" state of consciousness, through meditation, breathing techniques, etc., then you can live inside the system and use all of it's tools... you don't have to abide. This sounds hypocritical, contradictory, or maybe it sounds like a paradox. "How can one live in the System and use all of it's tools, but not be a part of the system?" This is a great question... and my answer is open yourself up. Open your self up to the possibility that everything you were taught was a lie, but not an intentional lie, it's not anyone's fault per-se. Open your self up to all information, no matter what the source. Do not judge a book by it's cover, or a person by their credentials. In a world that is completely ass-backwards, which if you don't think it is, step outside and open your eyes but in a world that is ass-backwards, a "bum" could be the most intelligent person you have ever met and a "scholar" could be the most indoctrinated of them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no real authority. Really... I promise. You, the individual, are your own authority. If we really educated not only ourselves but our brothers and sisters, and we helped them see the abundance that is all around us, we would probably see a lot less violence, a lot less aggression, a lot less war, and we might see the most innovative inventions start to pop up all over. In fact there is much evidence of all of this already existing... personally I have experienced it and I have seen it to be true. Some of the "smartest" people throughout history have seen that any attempt to "normalize" children is in fact indoctrination. This indoctrination seems to flow two ways. You have the "Haves" and the "Have-Nots"... and each one thinks they are better than the other. It's kind of like the Democrats and the Republicans (this is on purpose). Which one are you? If you asked me, I would say that I have stepped back from this polarization and I am Free... you can be too. There is no One that is better than Another. There are people who decide to take responsibility for their reality and there are those who choose to live by someone else's but even this polarization is an illusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge the teachers in our school systems to help the children wake up to this. It's not about replacing one ideology for another... It's not about learning the Right English, or the Right Math or the Right History. It's about opening your self up to all information equally and deciding, for your self, which information best suites the reality that you want to create. When we teach children, even in a state institution, we teach them to make the connections... if we want to understand anything, we have to make connections between ideas. What has happened is the System limits the amount of possible connections. It's like thinking you made a choice in the grocery store when you bought Heinz ketchup instead of Kraft... the truth is the ketchup is made by the same corporation... and distributed by the same corporation. If you want to see an example of this, go to any commercial street or place that has a handful of gas stations... watch when the gas truck, that replenishes the supply, goes from one gas station to the next. It's the same gas! But one place will charge 2.49, the other 2.53... it's the same gas? The illusion is that you had a choice... we do have choices, but when you have "bought-in" to the system you have relinquished all of your autonomy, all of your liberation, all of your freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we even pretend to be free when we haven't even recognized our slavery. We have all been enslaved to this System, even the Elite Authority... most of us are the pawns, some of us are knights, bishops and such, and then we have a King and a Queen... but all of those pieces are confined to the Same Game. Slavery is a mindset, a mode of being and an illusion. I stay near the Chess board because I recognize that I can never, no matter how hard I try, live "out-side" of the system. Fundamentally I am a co-creator in the system. So I have created my own piece... I widdled it out of wood and I painted pretty (haha). And my position in the game is to get all the pieces to Wake Up and see that it's just a game and We can decide where to go from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Note: To the reader... if you are trying to box in my ideas. Don't. I am not a 'hippie', a 'new-ager', a 'communist', a 'capitalist', you don't need to call me anything or compare me to anyone other than me. If the information is solid, it is solid, and it doesn't matter what I call myself or what you call your self. Not everyone has to become the same either... just because we each recognize, that fundamentally we are the same, we can all express this differently... in fact that is why there is not One Single Human Being that repeats itself... we are all innately, inherently unique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go One place to get all of my information... I go inside and when I do this the information will reflect itself in other people, places or things. If we really want to "change" things I have an idea. It's very simple. Just stop what you are doing... right now! Just stop! Please Stop! If we took a global day to just Stop, we would see that the Earth still spins, that things still get done, that people go on living and that this reality that we experience is infinite. There are really infinite possibilities, and if you want proof, just start researching everything. Have you ever heard that saying " you are your own worst enemy" well it's right on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we know our self, we know our enemy and we quickly come to the realization that there is only ever Peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-9158517244946455302?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/9158517244946455302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=9158517244946455302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/9158517244946455302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/9158517244946455302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/11/video-post-state-controlled.html' title='Video Post: State Controlled Consciousness'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-8303409333665149787</id><published>2009-11-16T19:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:31:35.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo Design'/><title type='text'>Tattoo Design Post 10</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SwHqVbigKBI/AAAAAAAAApA/r1RAaKAsfRg/s1600/Aysha+Hundredhth+Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SwHqVbigKBI/AAAAAAAAApA/r1RAaKAsfRg/s400/Aysha+Hundredhth+Monkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404858681711929362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tattoo design I completed for a young lady from Kansas. She feels really connected to the Hundredth Monkey Effect, not this website per-say, but the Theory or the Story of the &lt;a href="http://www.infinitebeing.com/0507/monkeys.htm"&gt;Hundredth Monkey Effect&lt;/a&gt;. She has seen it's effect in her own life experience and she wanted a tattoo to represent that. We are going to change the hand to the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;rlz=1G1GGLQ_ENUS317&amp;um=1&amp;q=Abhaya%20Mudra&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;sa=N&amp;tab=iw&amp;start=0"&gt;Abhaya Mudra&lt;/a&gt;, which I think is a great idea. I can't wait to tattoo this one, it's going to be full color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-8303409333665149787?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/8303409333665149787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=8303409333665149787' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/8303409333665149787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/8303409333665149787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/11/tattoo-design-post-10.html' title='Tattoo Design Post 10'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SwHqVbigKBI/AAAAAAAAApA/r1RAaKAsfRg/s72-c/Aysha+Hundredhth+Monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-2754029728505604965</id><published>2009-11-09T02:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:45:56.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 21: "Bug"</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SvfJ3vWgnmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ykKcPoNyRhE/s1600-h/Bug+and+Toe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SvfJ3vWgnmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ykKcPoNyRhE/s400/Bug+and+Toe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402008237495066210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bug"&lt;br /&gt;17" x 14"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our dog Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-2754029728505604965?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/2754029728505604965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=2754029728505604965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/2754029728505604965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/2754029728505604965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/11/fine-art-post-16-bug_09.html' title='Fine Art Post 21: &quot;Bug&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SvfJ3vWgnmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ykKcPoNyRhE/s72-c/Bug+and+Toe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-8720947326282471734</id><published>2009-11-05T06:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:46:11.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 20: "Owls"</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SvKyJy8_bAI/AAAAAAAAAow/bVsOkZmntyU/s1600-h/Owls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SvKyJy8_bAI/AAAAAAAAAow/bVsOkZmntyU/s400/Owls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400574784536800258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owls"&lt;br /&gt;17" x 14"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-8720947326282471734?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/8720947326282471734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=8720947326282471734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/8720947326282471734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/8720947326282471734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/11/fine-art-post-16-owls.html' title='Fine Art Post 20: &quot;Owls&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SvKyJy8_bAI/AAAAAAAAAow/bVsOkZmntyU/s72-c/Owls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-8365840870426157050</id><published>2009-11-03T03:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:34:18.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketchbook'/><title type='text'>Sketchbook Post 44</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Su_mtVXYIrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZAKuczVsL6Y/s1600-h/Sketchbook+Loose+26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Su_mtVXYIrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZAKuczVsL6Y/s400/Sketchbook+Loose+26b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399788144744211122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Su_mtG52aYI/AAAAAAAAAog/EhiGwFzKgpI/s1600-h/Sketchbook+Loose+26a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Su_mtG52aYI/AAAAAAAAAog/EhiGwFzKgpI/s400/Sketchbook+Loose+26a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399788140862269826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Female Studies"&lt;br /&gt;14" x 17"&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Drawing Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Drawings are Female studies for up coming series of the Hundredth Monkey Effect. I just started the first painting of the new series... it's going to be really colorful and a lot different then anything i've done yet... painting-wise. I'm working with acrylic on canvas and I'm taking my technique a little further, with attention to more detail and coloring... I've been drawing the most I ever have and I feel like this new series is going to pretty sweet.  I've been working a bunch on female sketches and I feel like I'm coming to a decent proportion. I'm really looking forward to the oil series I'm eventually going to paint, if I don't it's cool too because it's already in my head. The series is going to be a combination of everything I've experienced, in my short existence on this planet, thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-8365840870426157050?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/8365840870426157050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=8365840870426157050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/8365840870426157050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/8365840870426157050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/11/sketchbook-post-44.html' title='Sketchbook Post 44'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Su_mtVXYIrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZAKuczVsL6Y/s72-c/Sketchbook+Loose+26b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-1872890886926862223</id><published>2009-10-31T03:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:46:39.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 19: "Breathe"</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Suvs0HyIeXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/r9pbV9gSvjE/s1600-h/Breathe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Suvs0HyIeXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/r9pbV9gSvjE/s400/Breathe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398668958520342898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Breathe"&lt;br /&gt;11" x 17"&lt;br /&gt;Ink and Marker on Bond Paper(Heavy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paralyzed by the system, I had enough sense to recognize that tiny spec of light. I was beaten, battered, stuck. Like a recored I went round, and round and round and round. The utility of technology kept me in my own interest. Egocentric, Ethnocentric, World-centric, Kosmo-centric, I flew through infinite and saw no end. Now, right now, I experience cosmic consciousness. Awareness is my occupation and observation is my craft. Time is not linear... space is always filled with something. You can't have dark without light and vice versa. I am energy and light and so are you. We have now seen that the cube of the illusionist will not succeed... you cannot box-in consciousness. Consciousness is structured by a mathematical equation that the cube rests on. Wake up from the dark magician's trance... it is no longer necessary we can handle the truth now. Know yourself. Stop fighting. And if you made it this far, why the shit aren't we living in tree houses? Oh yeah... Let's Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-1872890886926862223?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/1872890886926862223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=1872890886926862223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/1872890886926862223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/1872890886926862223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/10/fine-art-post-13-breathe.html' title='Fine Art Post 19: &quot;Breathe&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/Suvs0HyIeXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/r9pbV9gSvjE/s72-c/Breathe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640307671978879610.post-3547489528870942457</id><published>2009-10-30T16:32:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:46:56.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Fine Art Post 18: "Inention"</title><content type='html'>Om Brzee Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SutNkp9JXGI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/EzDE0CSogcE/s1600-h/Intention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SutNkp9JXGI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/EzDE0CSogcE/s400/Intention.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398493870466620514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intention"&lt;br /&gt;17" x 11"&lt;br /&gt;Ink and Marker on Bond Paper(Heavy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was commissioned by a friend to do a couple of drawings one of them being this drawing. Intention is key. Intention guides action and action creates karma. So if our intention is positive so will our actions be. It seems hard these days with all the EMF's and the poison that most people are eating, these thing skew our perception. When our perception is skewed our intention may not be as clear, which lends to half-assed action... which creates a karmic momentum of half-assed-ness. My friend wanted me to do these drawings to help remind him of his own intention or maybe even to be just mindful of intention (because you really can't control it, or TRY to have good intention... a lot of times you just have to let go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the drawing and feel free to print it out and hang it up to remind you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Eim Saraswatyei Swaha!&lt;br /&gt;Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5640307671978879610-3547489528870942457?l=www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/feeds/3547489528870942457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5640307671978879610&amp;postID=3547489528870942457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/3547489528870942457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640307671978879610/posts/default/3547489528870942457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.hundredthmonkeyeffect.net/2009/10/fine-art-post-13-inention.html' title='Fine Art Post 18: &quot;Inention&quot;'/><author><name>Dustin Kellogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16958411841436507689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11353476656334377475'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDt5-Q15sxo/SutNkp9JXGI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/EzDE0CSogcE/s72-c/Intention.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>