Bursting the Bubble of An industrial Age Illusion

Experiencing life can most accurately be described as “surfing on the plot line” — once you get the physics of it — imagine God gave us a big space ship called “Earth” — and we’re in middle of space — and all we have to do is emerge out of caves and learn how to get along — let’s say that’s the premise — is “get along” and figure it out — that’s your generational game — sure you can talk about the physics and the back-end of the dark matter that is invisible on purpose - that is “consciousness” — that is God’s computer — God exists in the emptiness and in matter — and light — that’s how he puts on the show — his exposition can be triangulated — that’s how I became a surfer on the timeline — perspective changes the game — especially when its literature — you can think about intersecting plot lines like literature in a story — Emma Roberts — a lost child in a grown-ups body with a deep yearning to be an artist — what a magical possibility, what an unleashed force, potential energy can become kinetic — and there goes all that potential traveling on a rock called Earth — and nobody is doing a thing about it. 

That’s what makes me sad

is how afraid everybody is of just being themselves

and being honest about reality

everybody is either unaware, afraid or in a spell so deep

that can’t be unlocked

That is reality. 

So I’m asking myself — how am I going to be able to hack in the industrial-age system of I ain’t got no money or resources, and my retirement account is about to run out, and I got no dentist or hospital, and my account is getting closer to empty…I just how wonder what kind of leap of faith God is asking me to take…but this isn’t about the money — this is God’s story — and, if it means I gotta hustle my way through it — God will be able to see me trying the best with everything I know to put together this first community that’s going to create a process that will make God’s kingdom a reality through a set of tactics that will achieve a reality. 

What are those tactics? 

I’ve been thinking a long time about how to incept these ideas into reality

and it’s been in its seed phase for so long, and I’m finally at a point where there is something coming out of the seed …and you can’t ever see the future, but you can look back and triangulate what will likely happen…and being a literature major, with deep character knowledge, one can ascertain what someone will do with an opportunity by asking them a few questions — putting together film crews as a teacher, I had to determine who could go in what group to create a proper balance between students to make sure the films would get completed.  Two alphas in one group. Disaster. Too many betas. Nothing happens. Find the resonance — give them a process — walk them through the steps — the fights in between —- the process — only once out of my entire teaching career did a group complete their film without me — the group leader, Anush, delivered the film saying, “I didn’t think it would happen, Mr. D.” And I marveled and her talent to deliver her group’s project without my intervention — Anush she knew she was working with middle schoolers — she came to me with questions about how to handle her problems and she would go back and implement the countermeasures — she asked, listened, and understood the purpose — but she had no interest in being a filmmaker. 

At her age, I was living in Spain tweedling my thumbs in Mr. Leon’s math class where his accent made me chuckle inside for some reason. He was very dramatic, and he dressed like the 70’s — by the time I had gotten to 8th grade we had lived in Texas, Alabama, Texas again, Panama City, Northern California — and Spain would be the first stable educational experience I had — we’d get pulled out mid-year, and sent somewhere else…Math class was like a show that rarely ever made sense to me — I’d see snippets — then I’d arrive in another part of the movie somewhere else — I’m doing algebra now, barely knowing what it is. Trigonometry? What?  Now, I can no longer pretend…my senior year of high school I had my first strict math teacher. She wanted me to do things I had never learned before…it was the only F I had received in high school —she also happen to be my student body advisor when I was student body president. She was the one who taught me the reality of politics — don’t run if you’re incompetent — which is exactly what I did when she asked me too — little did we both know I would win and become prom prince my junior year of high school — all because my teacher walked by me and said mockingly, “You should run for president, Louis. We need more candidates.” She looked around the class, as if expecting a laugh. Nobody did — it was just the audience inside her head. 

“I will,” I told her, and that moment changed my life. 

She was a teacher that taught me that understanding is God’s way

She used to talk about how her first husband would beat her

and someone said she stabbed him back

Her daughter one year younger than me

and apparently, it was her dad that was the one who had slapped around her mama to make her this way

At the time, the way she treated me made me feel bad

like a failure as a student body president

the people who got elected with me were all A students 

and they didn’t want to help me even understand what I had gotten myself into

At the time, it was perceived like cruelty

With time, I began to understand God’s lesson. 

If you ever want to be a leader again, Louis. 

You’re going to do it right

You’re not gong to win a popularity contest

You will deliver God’s will…

and so while the Los Angeles Wolf came after me 

I went on a hunting journey 

the Wolf tracked me

it sent in reinforcements 

and as I baited it into the forest 

I let it take action and filmed the entire experience 

this is REAlITY, Louis 

This is not freedom

and that realization 

changed me. 

It was like a heartbreak from the reality that I thought existed

Santa Claus did not exist 

It is an illusion — and so having seen it first-hand inside LAUSD

I formulated a plan to take it back…

and it involved become this alter ego

like Bourne identity 

a red bag — a collaborators along the journey

I am in a modern, urban western in California 

I’m the new sheriff in town

That’s my character. 

Louis