Here are only a few of the pictures I took. The remainder of my photos are of Alcatraz, MOMA & Heath Ceramics.

{The View from our Hotel room. Westin Hotel on Market}

{Union Square I believe, lots of shopping.}

{They have a Diptqyue store and I splurged and bought a candle. I LOVE their candles. I got the Sandlewood.}

{Going across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito.}

{Tonga Lounge at the Fairmont. This Bar was the most fun.}

{Terrible Picture I know, but there is a pool in the middle with a boat that floats to the middle with a band. }

{Buzzed Blurred picture of the top of the hill outside of the Fairmont. I just thought it was so pretty with buildings and the fog. Not my best. }

{Blue Bottle Coffee Co. & Mondrian Inspired cake at the MOMA}

{The Sutro Baths. Quite beautiful.}

{Alcatraz}

{San Francisco Skyline in the fog early Monday Morning}

Dreams are wonderful gifts. We need to keep it in our hearts. We need it to fire our spirits hence making us more lively and happy. Hope I think is what will keep people moving forward.

Drawing passionates me as much as listening to music, it is one of the main influences on my work, music is the most abstract of  arts, it takes me to different landscapes, real and surreal, future and past, takes me to the deepest of my mind were i can explore ideas, feelings, memories andforms and i try to translate that, as lines on a white paper were i have absolute freedom.

for some time i´ve been thinking in making a series of illustrations based or inspired by songs, i´ve choosen the album “Passage” by swiss band Samael, this is one of my favorite albums, it has a unique and great sound it´s an amalgamation of symphonic black metal and industrial music and beautiful lyrics that explores spiritual growth and knowledge, love, our link with the universe and all living beings, among other themes.

I don´t have enough free time for working in this illustrations so i started with one, i choosed Moonskin because the lyrics are beautiful and powerful, my illustration is just a tribute to the song my personal interpretation of what i imagined when i started drawing and listened to the song.

Passage is a very intesresting metal album, heavy, rhythmic and beautiful, there is also a piano version of the album were you can listen  clearly to the complex melodies. Hope you like this drawing and also try to listen to the album probably you´ll find it interesting too, anyway life is about experimenting and try new things, share and enjoy.

Special thanks to Ara and Enrique for the print.

here you can listen both versions of the song:

With a prayer, quick talk to Kareem, and advice from the women I look up to I was knocked back into my senses. Going to New York, as a raising Junior, with much to offer is a blessing in disguise and I have to take full advantage of this. In life you cannot follow the money, your mind, nor your friends. If you see it and are willing to lose sleep over it, keep it that way until you make it.

The reason why people don’t have enough time is not because they were given less time than anyone else. It is because they frequently have either one or both of these ideas: “I can do it better myself” or “I can do it quicker myself.”

Many times the people that talk about how busy they are are actually the least effective.
Look at the truly effective people in your community. They very rarely talk about being busy. They talk about what they have accomplished or maybe what they are working on. They talk about going on trips, child-related
“adventures,” and business challenges or accomplishments.

The key here is to help you make time and then eventually have the time to do what I do… (haha)
Which is..

On a serious note, Let’s help you, and train you with 100% patience to finally reach your goals.

-MAKE TIME FOR FREE TIME-

It’s like a Christmas prize

Life in a blink

Faster than one can think

L O v E

But let’s keep it 100

This growth could be stunted

My eyes do a 360 around the room

Just as I presume

When a beautiful woman looms

My eyes aren’t the only on her

In my stomach is a stir

I need to feel I’m the only to her

I’ve been waiting to be lied to

By a beautiful woman just like you

So I’m going to imagine she’s

Telling me please

Come save me from these dweebs

As they all make their way

To her she’s still fixed my way

Unknowingly my lips say

Lie to me, lie to me, and lie to me

And hers say that’s too easy

I wink

She winks

I rise and she looks to other guys

But she has given me a prize

Lies Offered via Eyes

Heartbreak, deceit, double-dealing, passion and yes, love,
Will never be the same. Accentuated by actuality
On live TV, the webs of intrigue for power and wealth,
Revenge, rage, vindictiveness and remorse
Fed all our secret lives and made our faults and troubles
And unspoken dislikes seem trite held up to them.

We will have to live with the fact that dying will be dead.
No longer will the villain get his or her deserving end.
There will be no rejuvenation, no returning from the grave
Through some miracle of science undiscovered
In the real world as of yet. Or, coming back as a twin
Now filled with all the altruistic traits of saints.

Worst may be that amnesia, that mythic power to forget,
Will become just a clichéd plot twist to life shuffled off
Into disbelief, a turn in dialogue only now plausible in the past.

Of wearing me.

The coffee spill dried up

Endless rings on endless surfaces.

My hair is dirty

It hurts to get up

I force myself to sleep

Only to dream a nightmare

and to wake up

Knowing it wasn’t me

Biting my lip as

The words relax on the page,

Take space on the page,

Slow down and rewind time

The doorbell rings your name

And there’s just nothing I can do about that

Except breathe

And let you come in.

And rob me of my

Dirty hair

Spilled coffee

And broken dreams

I’ll give you everything except my

Empty

Words

That do nothing for me.

Except fill me up

Deliciously

The Six Rules of Maybe

1. Respect the power of hope and possibilities. Begin with belief. Hold on to it.

2. If you know where you want to go, you’re already halfway there. Know what you desire but, more importantly, why you desire it. Then go.

3. Hopes and dreams and heart’s desires require a clear path – get out of your own way.

4. Place hope carefully in your own hands and in the hands of others.

5. Persist, if necessary.

6. That said, most importantly – know when you’ve reached an end. Quit, give up, do it with courage. Giving up is not failing – it’s the chance to begin again.

You are of God, little children, and have overcome them, because He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world. (I John 4:4 NKJV)

I would say this to myself when I was scared, when I was feeling lonely, and when I needed my fathers comfort. I remember the courage it gave me as a child and I know it still stands true even today, basements still creep me out, and I still use this in situations that creep me out. It’s just a wonderful feeling of calmness and peace that this single verse gives me that I felt it was worthy to mention on my blog.

The rain drops on my ghost-like face

As I drudge along the path

Unbitten

I see the shadows

worth the people’s soul in gold

I cause my own fall

Tumbling bitterly

Buried

In a graveyard of the world’s hopes

Dreams.

Whether it is the pleasurable sensation of night, or the constant, almost incessant day-dreaming which is characteristic of the youth. And that includes me.

I am here for a self introspection. What are dreams? Do they come and go as life goes by, or do people have a dream that lasts forever? Do dreams come true? And perhaps what I want to rant about most-what happens when dreams die?

My life has been a boulevard of broken dreams. But in this boulevard, you will find some dreams which I shattered myself, some which paled away in this world’s rat-race. Some dreams which others bred in me, and still some other which lie waiting in the crevices, still alive, but afraid to reveal itself.

I am about to take you on a journey into my mind. Into my dreams which never bore fruit, which soured quickly and rotted away in my mind.

Welcome to the Boulevard of Broken Dreams…

My earliest dreams were of becoming a paleontologist. I wouldn’t however call this a “dream” because it had nothing to do with anything. Just the fact that my uncle had bought me some dinosaur figures which piqued my interest about the whole dinosaur issue. I remember wanting to excavate my backyard and wanting to find  a huge dinosaur skeleton buried under the debris.

This faded away pretty quickly, and for a long time, I remember walking around telling people that I wanted to be a scientist. What kind of a scientist? No idea. But in my defense, I was 7 at that time. I remember burning all kinds of leaves in the hope of making a discovery. But, as you probably have guessed, no luck there, or I wouldn’t be here writing about my broken dreams.

And now we enter the real world. And in this real world, I was introduced to a competitive side of me. A side which wanted to get the top marks possible, every single time. And in this time, I have to say, I probably lost a large part of me. I became a gladiator, who only thought about beating everyone and becoming the winner. I studied in my own special technique which assured maximum results in minimum time, and I succeeded. I had cartloads of free time then, but I wasted away that time, watching TV, and goofing around. I never, once, thought about my future, about what I wanted to do in life. My life had become a soulless existence.

My definition of a job had changed by then. It had gone from being “do what you love to do”, to being “do what you are good at”. And that is the crossroads that I am at now.

But did I have any genuine dreams? Yes and no.

When I was 12 or 13, I read Harry Potter for the first time, and from that instant I was hooked. But I didn’t settle there, I wrote my own series. A rip off from Harry Potter, admittedly, but my first dream. I wanted to be a world class writer.

After that dream got buried in the rush of everyday ideas, I got the same idea that EVERY teen in this world arguably has. To be an actor. But there was just a tiny drawback. I had never acted before. I did not act in school plays or anything, but I was a regular on the stage. I grew up around audiences and microphones. Ever since I was four years old, I had been getting on stages for recitation, speeches, action songs, extempore, declamation and a variety of other verbal competitions. And I would work hard for them, and not to blow my own trumpet, but I won a whole lot of those events. I even beat out kids older than myself. So when I am on stage, I am not nervous, I am not nervous in front of an audience, and certainly not with a microphone in my hand.

And I thought a big break came for me, when I was invited to act in a local soap. A small role, in one episode, and one small dialog. But I was thrilled. I immediately accepted and if I may say so, nailed the scene dead on. This was my supposed big break, but with a minor complication.

Issues within the channel buried the soap forever.

And it sort of buried me.

The acting bug lay dormant in me for so long, but now after watching India’s Best Dramebaaz (IBD), I seem to get that urge every now and then to pursue an acting career. But my parents, normally the Best Parents Ever, tend to be dream killers. Besides that I have no idea what to do. I have no interest in the course I am doing, I am fed up by this sick, monotonous life that I am living.

But this is where I am terribly stuck. I don’t have a dream. At all. All of my dreams are muddled up in my head. This is becoming a noose strangling me to death.

But despite that, I still remain a firm believer in the power of dreams. I dream a lot. A LOT. Not all of them come true. And many probably never will.

But that’s the thing about dreams. You never know. Maybe, after I complete my degree, I will get into acting. Maybe I’ll be an anchor, entertainer or talk show host. Maybe even a writer.

This is what keeps us from giving up. This is what gives us hope to push on through the darkest of times. This is what keeps us dreaming.

And that is why I said in the beginning, dreams are the most powerful things in the world…

[FYI: IBD is an Indian show featuring children of ages 7-12 in a series of acting challenges. Their performances are totally out of this world, and you often wonder if they are kids. And this is my enabler right now…]

I’m not exactly the religious type, but this place has a especial meaning to me. This cathedral became my companion as I wrote the ideas for my novel. I would sit on the stairs, feel the wind play with my hair, as I’d gaze down at my notebook and start writing down the ideas I had for the next chapters. This was a place where I truly felt complete. I might have been alone, but I felt that warmth you feel whenever you’re with someone you love.

Writing is my passion, my way of expressing what can’t be said.

Reading is my path to freedom, because whenever I read, I’m transported to another world.

Reality is my muse, because it was the reality I lived in, that turned out to be the one to lead me to my passion and freedom.

Words have power. Words can destroy and create.

I’ve been destroyed by other people’s words, but the only thing that gave me was the desire to create. Create a world where I can take someone else and make that person fall in love with the characters, the plot, the setting…

Bad experiences can turn into that tiny spark that’ll end up lighting up the fire inside your heart.

The End of Athens is on Amazon’s Hot New Releases for Myths and Legends. At last check, it is number 13 on the list. It will be free all this weekend, so make sure to get a copy before it goes back on sale at $2.99! If you love Greece and believe in fighting for your dreams, I think you will find The End of Athens interesting and gripping!

I like projects, I like organizing, goal setting and seeing things through. The problem I have is I never focus that dedication, energy or motivation on myself. Sure, sometimes I do it for small bursts of time and then it slowly pittles away until there is nothing but me and a shitty feeling about myself and you know  feeling like a failure. So my friend said, I should think of myself as a project, for some reason I never made this connection and I feel like this is the trick to help me over come some of my own obstacles. So I am going to get moving on making a project me project. Re-imagine myself and work on my issues, my biggest being getting active and healthy.

It stands erect,straight
Beauty personified
But it grows old too
Like the man with the spectacles

I’m talking about
The chinar
To which my home is sparkled
It is like the young me
In autumn it sets that example.

But it also fades away
like my parents and I would
This is the world’s story
Where everything that goes
Around comes back.

They set for the journey
To there dreams
But leaving their
Old one’s alone.

They cry inside but
Never return back,for
They want to learn more.
Family is broken

Parents are shattered,
But these children make
A loud cry amidst the stars
When they shine

They go back to their parents
Repenting about their act
I was sitting on a bench
Beside the brave chinar.

Witnessing the story of the
Separation of kids
Tears flowed and I cursed
I had too left
But today i want to tell

My icons the tale of love
Dear,you are my heroes
Not less than any superhero
I am the one who escaped

I am the one who broke
But my deeds payed
Though leaving you alone
You’re my infinite lord

Ill be back
Back with the treasure
I would let you fly
Dont grow old till then ,I would be back with your love..

(#a tribute to my parents for letting me enjoy the every miracle of life, and a tribute to say that I LOVE YOU )

Finally!! Tonight was the first time I got really and truly dirty and it felt good One mom, two kids,two shovels, and a rake accomplished a lot in 2 hours.We put dirt in 2 of these, and it was dark by the time I took the picture.

I still have room to use the claw and work some fertilizer in there. I am meeting Dr P at 7:15am tomorrow morning to get my plants. Doing all of this physical labor proves that this girl is out of shape! I think we all knew that already but now I have proof.

I had this dream last night and I was smoking cigarettes…lots of them and it tasted awesome. In my dream I even bought a pack of them. I also flung a lit one at bad personal hygiene girl and I don’t know why. Right after that I was leaving work and there was a parade and I remember thinking “what are all of these little kids doing in the hood?” So I waited to turn left ( the on ramp is literally right there) the kids disappeared and there was a cop at the end of the parade. He let me pull out and get on the freeway to go home..but then he was going through my closets? Then I woke up…just another wacky dream I guess.

Hopefully my sleep will be more like a rock than wild ass crazy dreams tonight. This girl is tired! Till tomorrow…..Zia

MERmaids/MERmen = REM sleep. The word MERMAID contains someone who cleans up after you. We are at the end of the Piscean Age so the MERMAIDS are returning to clean up after 3D Earthlings. Also, MERMAIDS come from the SEA. MER + SEA = MERCY, a key idea in the Christian RELIGION. As many synchromystics know, Christianity is largely a fish-oriented, Piscean RELIGION.

Matthew 4:19 -
“And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”                              

R.E.M. is also a band from Athens, Georgia. They have many track titles and lyrics that sync up with today’s post. Athens is very close to ATLANTA a.k.a. ATLANTIS. ATLANTIS is a lost em(Pi)re where today’s civilization originated from.

The Real HOUSEWIVES of ATLANTIS. The makeup artist made the cast members look Egyptian. EGYPT is tied to the lost cities of ATLANTIS and LeMURia. HOUSEWIVES are related to MAIDS because they clean up after their husbands and family.

Check out all the crazy codes in the R.E.M. STAND video! TOO many to break down! The main idea is that MERMAIDS don’t STAND on their two feet. This video just happens to be 3.14 minutes long!

We are at the end of the Piscean Age and headed into the Age of Aquarius, so the next R.E.M. sync video fits the theme of this post Pi.rfectly.

ME(r)Maid = MEM which is the water, boy!

The Hebrew letter MEM translates to “WATER” in English & is the 13th letter of the Aleph-Bet.

The Phoenician letter MEM.

RAM = Random Access MEMory and (Pi)n = Personal Identification Number

REM = RAM (MEMory) and in the R.E.M. STAND video they are not only talking about the FEET but the HEAD as well. ARIES the RAM = the HEAD. The astrological sign of PISCES (the FEET) leads into ARIES (the HEAD).

ARIES the RAM and PISCES the FISH

I also downloaded that the SKIRT/DRESS originated from the MER of the SEA.

Dress in the Roman British period about 78-500 AD

Men’s fashion – 1837

KILT = KIL(L) + T –> STOP duali(T)y or 3D

The PENCIL SKIRT. PENCILs are made of LEAD which is SATURN‘s metal and sATURn = TIME.

The Mermaid-style dress has become quite popular recently.

While I am writing these blog posts, I hear constant SIRENS coming from emergency vehicles as they drive by. I live at the BEACH. The SIRENS on the ground sync with the SIRENS of the SEA. The video below is one of my favorite tracks of all time as well as my MERmaid SEAst☆r, Amanda, and my other half Jim who helped contribute to this post im(M)e(N)SE(A)ly!

In the years of 2011 and 2012 I clairaudiently heard sonar while living normal, everyday life.  The message I took from that download was that the dolPHIns/cetaceans were done with their work here in third density (3D) and were headed back home to wherever that may be…Sirius, the Pleiades, Delphinus or 5D.

Jim saw 5 dolPHIns last summer while watching the Sun rise here on the Jersey Shore.

A S(EA)weet(d) bEARTHday gift from my best friend, Amanda, that syncs up with my recent download/s!

For more background on the ocean/SEA energy, see my previous post here.

Last night I had a horrific nightmare that was basically just a rehashing of a very emotionally wrenching discussion I had with a loved one not long ago. Except in the dream it was multiplied – nay, amplified! – exponentially in the sense of “gravity to the situation”. It was dark. I felt like my world was ending. Yet when I awoke, I can’t put a finger on why, but somehow I had a deep sense that Lord Vishnu was right there with me, or (and not being much for dualism, this seems more appropriate) that His form actually was the wrenching discussion, the “gravity of the situation”, itself. I can’t explain it, and I am not going to try to ramble on about it until I reach the explanation. It was what it was.

Let me say this to you though: I just had a conversation with a friend a couple of days ago over lunch in which he somehow coaxed the story of the original, real life, emotionally wrenching discussion, out of me. So maybe it was still at the forefront of my mind. Maybe that explains the dream, right? But it does not explain the sense of calm. Of well-being. The sense of purpose in being reminded. Does it?

Even a nightmare can be a source of great joy.

Jai Hari Aum.