Author: joshuadavidsakharny

Even though I had only seen a part of the second act of The Jungle, the show took me to another dimension — I was there. It didn’t seem to me like a normal play, or a show, where you’re separate from the actors and the script. When the entire theatre violently channeled energy in the midst of gunfire, trauma, arguing, and chaos, my body’s primal instinct told me that I also had to make a decision along with all of the characters who were acting in the show.

Watching a movie, reading a book, or even watching live news does not at all encompass what happens outside the corporation we call the United States of America. As a matter of fact, we practically don’t know anything besides the garbage that’s forced down into the depths our subconscious programming, until we dismiss the rest of the world as irrelevant to our comfortable lives. The Jungle forced me to see an accurately represented image of abandonment, violation of unalienable human rights, violence, desperation, fear, worry, sickness, war, and the substantial father of it all — greed.

You are walking alone in the scorching desert of hell for eternity. A few miles in front of you, you can barely make out a tropical oasis: heaven. Only, every inch you near paradise, paradise inches just that much away from you. Can you imagine? This is what these refugees in Calais, France probably went through. Just on the other side of their camp, right across a body of water, there was apparently the sight of the UK: their paradise. Yet, every time the group got closer and closer to arriving where the grass just might be greener, heaven inches away with threats from government, fear of losing everything, and the worry for children, family, a safe future, and most powerfully, life. To mention that ships and boats traveling on that waterway knew about their situation and sailed smoothly through daily commerce is besides the point.

For a police force to threaten to destroy such a camp — which hosted thousands of refugees from turmoil in the Middle East — under the will of a few at the head of government truly demonstrates how misinformed we are about our family, the rest of the world: humanity. I give the utmost grace to the cast that made that show happen; and unfortunately, I had to leave early, but for the time that I was sitting down, I truly understood not only the suffering and fear of the people in that camp who went through the horrors of war and greed, but also all the people who we don’t hear about: the ones who aren’t reported on mainstream news channels; and I’m sure the ratio of the exposed to the ratio of the hidden is less to more, respectively.

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The Jungle: a depiction of the microcosm, while the bigger jungle — or as I like to call it: the matrix — that encompasses most of the planet: the macrocosm.

To help ourselves is to help the world, and humanity as a whole understood this up until the last several thousand years.

My question: what happened?

9:07 :: Out of my front door. On to the pathway that leads to the street. On the street which goes around in a circle. Tonight, Eye’ll break free from my usual walk. Tonight Eye’ll see where my mind takes me.  Eye’ll see. One hour.

9:16 :: Why exactly did Eye pick to walk by the community field and bay area? Eye don’t know. Maybe it was something about the water. Maybe it was something about the vastness yet quietness of the sea. How much potential is stored in the waters, and yet it sits waiting for Nature to take its course. As Eye strolled down the road, the many trees on the field seem to wave and welcome my presence. For all, in the dark, the street lights barely light and make out the skeletons of the trees now in Autumn, but their bodies seem to be all loving and wise. The body of creation that allows a tree to be a tree, simply. Wise and tall, all Eye could think about were my times meditating under the tree, downloading memories and knowledge from the Akashic archive; the wind blew softly against my face, sending goosebumps down my spine. Eye acknowledge how far I came. Time doesn’t.

9:34 :: As I turn the corner, the swift motions of my legs carried me out of my small shell of a rather private community down Woodvale Ave. From one of the main streets here in Staten Island, Hylan Boulevard, Woodvale Ave looked like a rollercoaster going all the way up, trees covering both sides of the sidewalk, and very dimly lit street lighting made it look almost a no brainer to walk up. Up. And up. And up, but I don’t feel “up”. I feel down. Really down. So much so, that both experiences caused me to question whether there actually is a sense of direction in the worlds above. Down here in physicality, we are here to create. Up there, in spirituality, we simply are. Orientation never seemed too important to me, although my life depends on it. So, I closed my eyes thought of a number from one to three, and selected path two to turn on from Woodvale. Eye leave the how to infinite consciousness. Eye just simply know what.

9:50 :: How am I even walking? What causes me to walk? Why did I even leave the house? Do I even know anything outside these walls? The cool air of the autumn night. The dimly lit streets of the Staten Island suburbs. All of the elements of nature, still intact, but with human formation. And here Eye am. Eye see. Eye feel. Eye experience. Is this all there is? Experience? Isn’t it the grandest of all consciousness? The manifestation of thought into words, and then action? And Eye am walking around thinking about the small things like satisfying obligations which Eye signed up to be put under. Eye think about the rest of the world, and why everyone else is doing life completely differently. After all, welcome to Babylon – actually, Eye mean America. Eye’ll head back. I’ll walk back down Woodvale, up the community streets into the circle. Eye like it here. Loops and things and a simple cipher: think, speak, act.

10:07 :: Home. Breathe. Okay…. Tools. Walks. Spaces. Ideas. Papers. Pens. Computers. Clouds. Elements. Nature. And who am Eye? Infinity is a big thing. Not so much of a ginormous thing, but a big thing. Eye don’t like to think about it because then Eye will never think of anything else. Who am Eye? What does this all even mean? Are we just all “winging it” here on Earth? Who am Eye? Eye feel pretty comfy with my plane, Eye’m winging it just fine, and yourself? Yes, you can always land. Just be mindful, you’re going to have to wake up in order to realize your full potential. It all starts with this:

10:10 :: Who am Eye?

Andre Kertesz – Photo 7 :: Artist Website

Andre Kertesz, born July 2nd, 1894, was a Hungarian-born photographer who was extremely well known for his contribution in the practical and literary world of photography.

In terms of the studium, Kertesz simply shows a photograph that has a “broken glass” effect. That is what the main focus of the photograph is.

This particular picture, deemed “Kertesz-7” as the name of the photo on the artist website struck me because it is very close to how I see the world myself. For me, the punctum is no other than the inescapable hole of reality which Kertesz depicts as a shattered piece of the photograph. Why? Because in the matrix of all things material, I see too the “hole” in the reality around us – the vibrational truth of how our universe functions, compared to the seemly real corporal matrix that we’ve been programmed to believe exists as separation from everything else. A more or less popular quote would be “A picture is worth a thousand words”, but this work seems to disorientate the entire paradigm of that exact quote into “A black hole consumes the words out of the picture, for nothing escapes a black hole; all attention is drawn to it; everyone will always ask ‘What happened?’ and the words become simply wondering, and wondering can be a dangerous thing if no conclusion is reached.”

Essentially, Kertesz’ work leaves me with a sense that there is more to life. There is more to this reality we have been presented with – and with good reason. It hits me in the place that goes beyond the planes of existence in which we are all conditioned to live in without question. Through all those tall buildings, those beautiful oceans, tall mountains and the gorgeous skies, to the colors we can see and the thoughts we experience… Is there a deeper connectivity to all of this than we think? Who are we and how far do our limits actually reach? Can you actually stick your hand through some hole broken into the construct of the matrix of reality? What do you think you would pull out?

It leaves the viewer with a sense of curiosity for what is beyond the picture. It reminds me of what it would feel like to prove any philosophical argument “right” or “wrong”.  It shows something that cannot be shown. It is truly a photograph that inspired me to write music recently that I didn’t really think I could make. It seems to me that once you break the “rules”, you start to rule yourself.

“Cleopatra’s Needle” – Khemetic Obelisk :: Central Park, NYC

The moment where the Ankh around my neck started to glisten and glow like never before, and glancing up in astonishment I saw it. Or rather, it saw me. This Ancient relic of Ancient Khemet was magnetizing my Ankh with insane amount of energy.  In that course of vibrational uplift and energy, I realized how powerful this stolen artifact really is; I realized that we are technologically nowhere near where our ancient ancestors were thousands of years ago.

A powerful moment it was for a young fox just learning about true history, and this obelisk isn’t any stranger. I remember the first time approaching the structure, fascinated by its cryptic language  and its ancient origins. When I read the assignment for Blog Post 2, I knew this had to be in here.

Imagine a warm, sunny day – a stroll through the massive Central Park. Greenery, scenery, plant life and abundance of Nature’s fresh and rich atmosphere – a true insight into the mind of the universe around us. Smiles amongst faces in the crowds, laughter, love and photos, the air is humid, but not too humid; a breeze can be felt. Suddenly, as I turned my attention to the all-familiar opening in the park, I felt the atmosphere become magnetic, uplifting, and grounded. Then, as if my legs pulled through a warp-hole into an opening in outer space, there is was. The Obelisk. The structure which I have came to numerous times in the past for study, spirituality, conversation, and of course, meditation.

You can seriously understand what’s it was like to walk in Khemet when near this obelisk. Central Park turns into a magnetization field of an insanely high stream of consciousness, and the pineal and pituitary glands in the back of your brain start to vibrate faster than you ever thought possible. All of a sudden the wildlife around you seems more like a living organism than simply separate entities of meaningless life. The sun shines through the Obelisk into what feels like the True-You, the Soul. As a matter of fact, still to this day I can approach the Ancient Energy Needle and feel the unbelievable energy looping infinitely into my Ankh as I meditate on the frequencies emitted by the Obelisk.

“The Temple’s Cult & Decoration” – Khemetic Artifacts :: MOMA, NYC

Upon entry into the mysterious, dark and occult exhibit, I could very strongly argue that one of the statues gave me a stern look as I approached the relics. All jokes aside, the experience was so real that I even felt back at home in Khemet because the stones and carvings still carry energy that has been working through them for thousands of years. Besides the fact that most the Khemetic artifacts in Museums around the world are stolen, its excellent to know that they are taken care of, and that they haven’t been altered or cleaned enough to relinquish the vibrations that make these great structures what they are.

Given, when approaching the exhibit, I immediately noticed that the area was more dim (enter Night) and it made the artifacts stand out even more. While natural sunlight from the exhibit in the day time would’ve almost perfectly emulated what it might’ve felt like back in Khemet, the luminous nighttime lighting in the exhibit casted a much more mystical and awesome experience.

The statues themselves seemed to be made out of a grayish stone material, and the building structure towards the other side of the exhibit seemed to take on the classic Khemetic limestone look and feel. Given, the artifacts make the environment fade away, as opposed to the Obelisk’s environment, to which it gave life.

Overall, my experience at both pieces of art deeply connected me back to where I believe my roots are, all where the beginnings of Al-khemy and Khem-istry were actually realized. From the land which the nescient masses call Egypt, from the land of Khemet, which I call home.

The Sleeping Gypsy

Henry Rousseau

• “Rousseau, a toll collector for the city of Paris, was largely a self-taught painter, although he had ambitions of entering the Academy. This was never realized, but the sharp colors, fantastic imagery, and precise outlines in his work—derived from the style and subject matter of popular print culture—struck a chord with a younger generation of avant-garde painters. Rousseau described the subject of The Sleeping Gypsy thus: ‘A mandolin player, lies with her jar beside her (a vase with drinking water), overcome by fatigue in a deep sleep. A lion chances to pass by, picks up her scent yet does not devour her. There is a moonlight effect, very poetic.'”

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• a.  Noticeably textured, the Lion seems to have almost an soulful yet mystical appearance, his tail extended as if it were a radio antennae guiding the Lion from security from the back. The Lion is definitely more stylized as it does seem to have a dotted or a pixel-y texture, with its color being extremely delicate in regards to the lighting in the painting.
• b. The Lion’s tail, mane, and surrounding body-glow all seriously stand out to my eye. His mane so luscious and furry, his head bowing down to the ground in a very humble but bold way.
• c. The Lion’s body is very much related to the color scheme surrounding the artwork, however no one can miss the Lion as its presence next to the Gypsy is very bold and strong. The landscape shows a nightly desert along with mountains and very milky moon, giving us a very powerful sense of being in the painting.
• d. To me, the Lion has a very comfortable presence with me. I love animals and nature, and for such a beautiful creature to be portrayed as peacefully walking next to a human is a wonderful sight. It allows the opportunity to give much thought to our relationship with Nature, today.