(November 26 10:09 AM) My diary here is in a horribly jumbled transitional state, but I'm ready to write the close to Gott Ist Tot We discovered God was dead when science was homosexual, not as a philosophy of Nietzsche. His writing; yes, but not necessarily his words. This phrase has since become a very known one, and a very misunderstood one. God is dead is interpreted as the death of early Christianity, and the wake of the modern mind. I find--many find--that today people see God as a tool of protection, of obedience, of fear and hardly anything more. Christ Carries the Rock-a-bye Tree... is still going to be the first thing you see as you come to my diary for a while, because I don't believe it's fulfilled it's purpose in my art or in my writing yet. I've done a small comical sketch using the theme of Christ Carries the Rock-a-bye Tree in my sketch book, in which Christ's cross has branches growing from it with cradles sitting in them, and people are gathered around, and from left to right (just because I knew people would read from left to right) their prayers begin becoming selfish (words similar to: protect my family until finally it comes to kill my husband) Fashionable fascism Also another phrase/phase I created, which has not and will probably never die to me. This is the idea of art that censors; the idea of me, as an artist, wanting to censor the thoughts of people who oppress. This idea, though not readily shown on this diary, also has yet to fulfill its purpose. It is a personal movement similar to that of the DaDa movement, in that it is somewhat ironic in itself. Me and...These Days: Me and God These Days I believe I've begun to do something I've wanted to do for so long now, and that's not to be of any real religion, but not be an atheist. I think I'm going to take a stab at coining the term Phenomenotheism [Forgive me, if by some chance, someone else has already created such a ridiculous word.] It is fact that I do not believe in a physical god; a real, supernatural, being that created the universe. But I have growing principles of god to prove the undeniable existence of GOD (An exact phrase I use; a twist of what I actually mean) I believe many months ago I spoke on here about one of those writings I was doing on blogger, and one would be the undeniable existence of God. This will be a compilation of notes; perhaps my Bible for this belief, should it ever come to existence. If you're confused, then hopefully in the future I will make something available so someone can understand what I mean. It'd be nice to convert people to phenomenotheism as well. I can imagine it now: Christians stop being Christians and find God through me, atheists further discover the lack of God...through me. Whoa, that'd be the SHIRT! But I was kidding about that last sentence, though that would be very nice. Everything before that though, I was for reals. And that's that, kids. Me and Dreams These Days Surrealism has become my thing lately. Dreams. Dream interpretation. Dali. Freud. I have submerged myself in pseudoreality, in hopes of the fruitation of a superior form of reality. I've taken the understandable idea that dreaming makes things happen, and made it into a personal belief that the more we delve into our subconscious, the more we become consciously aware of the realms we open in the real world. No, I'm not talkin' about ghosts, aliens, goblins, and Jesus coming out of wormholes. I'm talking about Real Stuff here. Our plans, our awakening, our fate, is all in our heads and we produce all the realistic things we want. These are the things I think when I look at Swans Reflecting Elephants or the moustache of Dali. The things we dream when we're asleep are inspirations of what we dream when we're awake. And what we dream when we're awake is what this world is made of. Me and Love These Days Sweet and True Words for Erika #24 A BREAK FROM A SERIES OF NINE Nothing on Love has changed for me, but the person I love has influenced my interpretation of dreams, of life, of reality. Erika has brought me to a new state of consciousness; to realize the power of being in love and the power of tears and cheers. Being a part from her is like being a part from a dream and entering a nightmare. She keeps the world conscious. An End This writing was not meant to lead where it did. I've discovered a lot of things about myself through the course of writing this. I've put a lot of new ideas together in my mind and beyond. In the mean time, continue to watch the transition. And keep your eyes on the eye of the arrow.