The
Norman Bethune Centre
for
the Study of Ethics and International Relations
When I started my Odyssey, all I had
was dubious faith {read that “devout agnostic”} and a concept: in
order to get over my depression I'd simply live my life as my nom de
plume, Tomorrow Sweetwater, after all, He was always happy.
The thought train went a little like
this, and forgive me if this goes astray, when I was depressed my
work was, well, let's use “not very good “ as a good euphemism.
On the other hand, when I was happy, my work was inspired; I could
write poetry, design anything, even make semi-pleasant sounds come
out of my guitars or sax.
I'd tried everything that modern
medicine and low budget psychology had offered yet I was still unable
to do what needed to be done. Hindsight tells me that anxiety was
what led me to become 320lbs and suicidal. I lived in 250 sq ft of
squalor, reality TV type filth, I swear, but the an incident with my
friend Kat made me realize I had something yet to do. I could still
take one more run at the brass ring so to speak. {There's a racy
version of that story but this is neither the time nor place}
Everything changed with one question...
“What would Karma do?”
Help people of course!!
I describe the process as “an
intentional dissociative episode”, it was somewhat cathartic; I had
video, I recorded everything along the way but SuzieQ made sure I
could never recover any of those videos, I hate Trolls. By the way,
Trolls is the name I give to those who don't understand me and
perform what I consider to be disrespectful acts like calling the
cops to have me removed.
//begin Fredism\\ I often misunderstand
those who misunderstand me and we each do ourselves a disservice.
//end Fredism\\
It's funny, when you live by the motto
“Always take the Moral high ground” and tell people exactly what
your intentions are, many still don't want to afford you the time or
trust to fully develop your designs. Very few of the residents of
Muskoka seem to understand the concept of yin/yang power exchange,
myself included, but at least I'm aware that such exists.
The plan was to write a book which, in
turn, would lead to a movie deal and Oscars and my dream job, “Nobel
Laureate”, all I had to do was live a life that was worthy of a
Seth Rogen movie. Certainly sounds simple, right?
Actually, yes, it's really just a mash
up of Inception and This is the End and it really is my surreal life
with characters like my besty Noah Deare and his wife Sparky, Dr.
Larry Gandolf and his wife who appears to be an important player
joining the game. I am Tomorrow by the way, and this is my Manifesto,
the foundation upon which we shall finally build a better
civilization.
I've lived an interesting life, I have
run two companies of my own and run companies for others from here to
Riyahd, my friends include “Junk Buddhas” and Saudi princes, one
of whom bailed me out at 2am when I tried to enter the country with
an expired exit visa, fen tashirat zojatee? I've made much
higher than market returns on the properties I've owned and
renovated; I was a used car salesman while still a teenager, sold
furniture and advertising space, schmata and stereos. I learned to
frame houses and read blueprints from Jesus {He was just a disciple
of Jesus to be honest but he was the coolest Christian I've had the
pleasure to know {sorry Steph.}
It's a rather eclectic resume but the
only thing I've ever been really good at was learning, until now that
is.
So far, the only outwardly noticeable
difference is that I've lost slightly over 100lbs, yes, I'm a
fraction of the man I used to be 2/3 actually. Blue light special in
aisle 3 Greg is now 34% off! But I digress; I've met many fascinating
people over the last year, people who have opened my eyes to
everything I was seeking, enlightened me and taught me that I have
much to learn. I've discovered that my story is just a metaphor for
everyone who's a victim of the global drama which is human
civilization. Yes, that's you, whether you like it or not, try
living without money for a while and you'll quickly understand.
Welcome
to the start of the Post-Humanist Epoch
I am the sign-maker, I am Tomorrow {I
was going to say “ and I AM Canadian” but not until M-C signs on
the dotted line; T-dotted that is ;-}
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