To be GOD's Gladiator, means taking action in HIS 3D Mind

There’s things that come up in my life

sometimes I feel could have been avoided if my understanding had been deeper;

California is culturally rich; 

Everyone’s culture is rooted in family;

Moving away as it turns out 

allowed me to escape the identity of my family roots for a while

when I ventured to the Land of Oz

Pueblito de Los Angeles to become a storyteller at USC

University of Southern California 

It’s where George Lucas found his tribe 

before the tribes got infected the virus of the industrial matrix - 

I’ve come back aware of the reality that I inhabited since 1991

I became a true Angeleno 

went to college

learned advertising through internships

studied high-risk populations at UCLA for a couple years 

then I went to work for a Japanese corporation 

then I became a teacher for 23 years — 

co-created a beverage company - Sun Cola

participated in the Global Learning Xprize with a team called “Class Nube” 

a journey that revealed to me the real behavior occuring inside 

the public school system in Los Angeles - they came after me

made up evidence -

put words into children’s mouths while they were writing their statements 

create a false trail of evidence 

and used all or our tax resources to build a fake case against me 

I experienced all of that first-hand

California gives that school system $20 billion dollars a year 

and if you know where the money was really going

you’d probably be just as upset as me

if you knew the truth about the process they’re using to 

program out children with tests that keep them limited 

in their perspective of their own greatness 

It’s an industrial age formatting the minds of our children

suffering, enduring, adapting, becoming what they have to do

in the circus that the politicians have created through performative politics. 

Meditation for me can be described as

asking myself how I can act from a more informed perspective

at USC I once had a professor tell me - “You can argue that the moon is made of cheese, but it isn’t.” Literary theory requires a real event, a real feeling, a subtle reason, coincidences — triangulating the meaning of event means asking — what is actually happening here? What is reality? 

Zooming out and seeing yourself in a story is useful perspective. 

I haven’t been around them consistently for 34 years, just five days at Christmas and five days during the summer, maybe spring break — knowing your family in person is different than than being in proximity — you energetically strong around your family — in Los Angeles for 34 years — it was a true plot line that I can look back on with gratitude — being at USC was a dream come true for me — I loved the feeling of Los Angeles — I got to know Los Angeles through a cast of characters beginning in my residence at USC, Pardee Tower, where I had the distinct pleasure of being housed on the third floor, I think room 315 — with a guy named Brett Levenfeld who would go onto become a Doctor around where he grew up in Cupertino, California — he married the girl he met from BIOLA university…and when I googled a picture of him he was completely bald, instead of a head full of curly hair on a tall frame. He had a face that always seemed to be smiling, even when he got upset, like he couldn’t really be phased — a look that said, “You really wanna mess with me?” I always like that part about him. He told me a story about how a kid tried to fight him at a party, and he just held him down and said, “What are you doing buddy? You can’t hurt me.” He was a swimmer, a Michael Phelps of sorts — he even invited out to his house in Cupertino — his sister also went to USC — she was a professional photographer with a boyfriend in some fraternity — and his mother and father were real nice. His dad had a light blue Porsche from the 70’s — he said his dad was a real car enthusiast. It was cool to hang out with Brett and his family for a day — his family made me feel very welcomed — he was someone I could not even imagine could exist — there was something amazing about him — being roommates, we did have conflicts every once in a while — but I think Brett taught me that we had grown up very differently. He was the kind of kid who told his parents everything; I was the kind of kid who grew up with a hot-blooded Italian mom, and a father who made me feel I was in trouble half my life. I didn’t have that kind of perspective back then; what’s amazing though is having someone like as a roommate was a gift of my experience — we got to workout our differences and get to know each other — for some reason about large portion of our dorm room floor was a group of Orange County kids — big into fraternities and football and sports — a lot of those guys were friends at first, but when they joined fraternities they sort of went off into their own little world. A kid named Andy who looked like a mirror image of the super villain in “The Boys” used to say, “Getting girls is so easy man. It’s too easy. They’re crazy.” And was a tall kid who was very confident; he used to walk about of the shower, take off his towel, and flick people with towel while walking around completely naked. His confidence impressed me. One of the guys from Orange County, Adam - a red head kid who looked like John McEnroe — used to be an alternate kicker for the USC football team — Him and Andy would line up golf balls at the end of the Hallway, and drive them straight through the windows at the end of each hallway. I only remember because we all laughed when they broke the window at the end of the hallway that faced Doheny Library. The whole floor was amazed how the triple-paned window had a hole going right through the middle of it — Woah! That’s crazy. It wasn’t even enough to convince them to stop driving balls in middle of the hallway — a couple days later, the window was replaced — nobody asked any questions — just a brand new window, though the window remained intact for the rest of the school year. 

But there were others — one guy named Ray Delgado, a guy who came out of the closet that year — was my friend. When I asked him if he thought I was attractive he said, “I knew you were going to ask me that,” he said. “No.” He did, however, introduce me to his friend from high school who would be coming to USC. He was from West Covina and that’s how I met my first girlfriend in Los Angeles — for six years, Adelina and I dated…and my relationship with her was what made moving to Los Angeles one of the best ways to transition into the city. 

Re-examining your life is not an opportunity most people get, but when LAUSD released the Kraken on me — I went on a search for Medusa’s head (a symbol of a woman with snakes on her head (a symbol for stories) ; if I was going to create this Medusa, I needed the snakes on her head — I needed to know how LAUSD did what they do — luckily, the machine is not very conscious — it just mindless does what they do without thinking too much about it — adaptability comes from thinking about the reality that is occurring — is LAUSD so confident that they think they can just make up evidence against me with the resources of the people of California? 

I was interested to see how they revealed themselves through their action — a true revelation of character. Figuring out how to do this meant engaging them, like in a fight, but not letting them know that I would be capturing their algorithm in the process — the way I saw it, this was an opportunity for understanding — if God wanted me to move on to my next chapter, I had to understand why — and what I learned revealed the purpose — I had first-hand evidence LAUSD is behaving corruptly — sure, nobody is aware — but I am aware — and that awareness, it turns out, motivates me — how can what exists now transition to what it should be? 

You’d have to know how to do it.

How do you get that knowledge?

Research. 

The concept of what Jesus said on the Sermon on the Mount is that we should learn from each other’s stories 

But when the stories aren’t that good anymore

You know the spammers have taken it too far — spammers are people trying to make money just to make money — they’re not enthusiasts for unique, memorable stories nobody has ever seen before— but making that presentation is a challenging feat. 

With my preparation, I feel I can finally go into politics with enough understanding of reality to begin transforming California into what it should be. 

The revelation of Truth is the revelation of God’s narrative. 

Truth is God.

Exiting that darkness is an engaging process,

It’s an arrival into the light 

Access to a portal that needs to be framed into an interface 

a story. 

I am Indiana Jones in the Temple of Doom

I found the enslaved children

The story I tell will collapse the illusion of freedom

that they told you existed, but you always could observe it didn’t 

— I am here to validate what you have seen. 

We are living in a dystopia. 

we are all under a spell…

Let’s begin to talk about it. 

Let the witches Melt

Let the wizards fall

the illusion can now be observed

the puppet show is over

Louis