Hi guys ~ been a while I know………but……….even the gravest of illnesses will EVER keep me down. Which is precisely what I would like to discuss today. See the two children on their bicycles above? Of course you do! But do you remember what it was like to BE one of them. I do, and fortunately, I still have that childlike quality. I can’t tell you how many time s I’ve heard , “Tony, aren’t you ever going to grow up?” in my lifetime. Well, it used to bother me but now, most of my friends tell me it’s what they love about me. Go figure?! Well, so many times I’ve been speaking with a person who didn’t really didn’t know me well and I would hear things like ~ “You mean you just packed a bag and left for Mexico without any plans?” or “You mean you just got off of the plane at Rekjavic and decided to stay a few months in Iceland even though you were heading to New York?” ~ Well, YES!! ~ is the answer to both of those questions. It’s how I’ve lived my entire life. I’ve never been afraid in this world. I suppose it was because I had an unusual set of skills and unusual set of parents. My mother is white. blonde hair and greenish eyes, my father is black and Cherokee Indian. So, for me, as I looked around at everyone else’s parents as a child I suppose I always knew that there was no reason to stick to the status quo because, after all, my parents were rebels if you consider they were a bi-racial couple in 1950’s America. More on that story another time. But as I grew older and searched for meaning in this world I knew one thing, and one thing only. That I was not like most other people here in this country aside from my siblings of course. What I didn’t know was that there were others like me I just didn’t have any contact with them. In school I didn’t have to try very hard to get good grades so I was focusing on extra curricular activities. I was a professional magician by the time I was 15. I was soaking up opera, ballet, and symphonies at ages 16 and 17 because I worked at the John F. Kennedy Center in Washington D.C.. When I was 19 I learned how to plat the acoustic guitar. Now, during ALL of those years I was writing, poetry mostly. I used to sit in the Presidential Box at the Concert Hall in the John F. Kennedy Center and write poetry while I listened to the National Symphony Orchestra rehearse. I wrote my first poem in first grade where I won the school contest for Thanksgiving poems and the Principal put my poem up on his office wall. It was one of the best feelings I have ever had as a child and so I guess it was a defining moment for me because I haven’t stopped writing poetry since. A person doesn’t write poetry for money or fame, I think most poets write because we are somewhat arrogant really, or maybe selfish is a better word ~ hell, I don’t know I’m just a writer, a real writer writing what I see and know from a place that is singularly my own with no thought of fame or glory because poets NEVER make money, unless they win the Pulitzer or something. I just recently finished my 800th poem on Cosmofunnel.com ~ a creativity site for painters, short story writers, and poets ~ and that’s just the last 18 months of my writing poetry. I imagine I have written somewhere around 5 or 6 thousand poems in my life ~ mostly left for waitresses on napkins in outdoor cafe’s the world over or for girlfriends and lovers ~ many, many, for my mother (one of my hero’s) and of course I’ve written 171 songs with lyrics. But what truly set me free was my guitar, Because when you can play the acoustic guitar AND you have a bunch of original songs ~ you NEVER have to worry about money, no matter where you are in the world. Music is a universal language so when I found myself penniless in Iceland, all I had to do was play some pubs for cash. What I found was that the FREEDOM that it affords you, in my case anyway, was the freedom to pursue to pursue my beliefs concerning God and all things Metaphysical in this world. I have always known that I was drawn to religious pursuits and anything that could show me the truth behind the façade presented to the world concerning these pursuits. It’s why studied Magic as a child ~ I’ve always wanted to know how things worked and in my case ~ HOW to unveil the truth about God. As I grew older it occurred to me that the most logical path was through Metaphysics and the knowledge of exactly how this world worked. So I have I learned Physics, Cosmology, Astrobiology, biology, Quantum Theory, and just about anything I could get my hands on that could lead to some understanding of what happens to us after this lifetime and ANYTHING that having to do with the inexplicable. I have done these things by teaching myself through books and to a great extent by traveling this planet to the most powerful sites, from Teohtihuacan and the Mayan ruins to our south to having mushroom ceremonies with the Yaqui indian elders in the mountains of Oaxaca in Central Mexico, every single state in America, Stonehenge, Caverns all over the globe with ancient writings, to the most recent discoveries of the modern world in Turkey and Syria either through my travels or the travels others. I have spent my entire life trying to develop my belief system to a point where there is undeniable proof that God is not just a Santa Claus or some Myth perpetuated by the money or power hungry men and women of this planet. When you have a guitar and you can play it, money and power become irrelevant, and my search has remained unimpeded for 36 years. When I first got sick 5 years ago and I became housebound by no choice of my own I needed still, a means of expressing myself and continuing my search ~ my brother sent me a computer, which I had always snubbed, I discovered the internet and NOTHING has been the same since. I found that I had tucked away in my bags from travels around the world, some 37 notebooks filled with notes and poems, and songs, and a ton of impressions of some of the worlds most beffudling places and things. What I discovered running through them ALL was a Love of Metaphysics. In my songs, poetry, short stories, drawings, experiences with sensory deprivation chambers, meditation experiences and instruction, out of body experiences and a plethora of mind boggling accomplishments and experiences that I NEVER considered anything but irresponsible. Because that is what everyone had been telling I had become and so I had come to believe it myself until I got sick and began reading my own story. What I came to realize so far, is this. It was my freedom of spirit that drove me to seek out the Shaman in Mexico, to sit for hours motionless in Transcendental Meditations promise to escape the body, to scour the globe in search of what was already in me to find. It was in my child like innocence that my search for meaning in this crazy world, that FREEDOM OF SPIRIT and faith in God has brought me this far with the knowledge that I now have a purpose in this reality. That I have something specific in mind to do with my life, something I have never had before………guess I’m finally growing up!…………I am Dartanion2 ……….and that’s the way I see it…………cheers………..tony xo
FREE SPIRITED ~ the soul of metaphysics
11 Monday Jan 2016
Cherie Sumner said:
Hi Sweet T. I am always amazed to hear of your adventurous life you have led. Your freedom of spirit is what has always fascinated me….because I grew up so contained and repressed in spirit..lol I was an observer of life but not a participator….afraid of getting hurt. .As I read your story, it reminded me of what a beautiful spirit you have…that driving desire in you to find God in any way…unafraid of the typical stumbling blocks that most of us worry about….You just did it. I am thankful you got to do the things you love while your health was not a hindrance, but I do see how you still draw close to God because of your illness now. God can take the most traumatic hard situations and use them for good in His will. He has great plans for you….I feel it. Your heart is open to it and that is when He can really use people. I am sure you have some more amazing adventures ahead of you….and I am just proud to know and love you like I do….to watch your spirit soar. May God bless you on your personal journey. Love and Hugs, xox Cherie
Awwww… my dear brother from another mother…..I relish your writings and memories…..you are a true warrior, and have been a lucky human being in many ways…which is why you are at this realization in your life…..despite your medical difficulties…….you walk down a corridor of the mind, taking the world on a wonderful journey…….
I wish I could say my story is as memorable…..I never knew a family foundation from five…living in many stranger’s homes……moving without a thought, or fear or fright…as God was my Father and Mother Nature my Mother and the Universe, became my family……. and then the medical madness at 22…that left me with no children, family, career. and lost memories from that Spinal Column stimulation machine I pray you get out of your precious body…..
Awwwww…but, the story never stays the same, and over the years, I’ve learned about BRAIN POWER that goes far beyond my understanding, or belief…..and I changed the story stopping the medical chaos and chemicals….taking control of my brain….MAKING MY MIND MY BITCH…lol….. things do get better brother….and your memories are a cherished powerhouse that gives you free reign as you know…..to another dimension within ourselves…..one not many knows exists……learning brain control….and taking back my body, mind and spirit…..Qi Gong…..meditation, out of body experiences…..and calmness of mind……NO ONE CAN ENTER YOUR FORCEFIELD……that Angel is up to you…
…… Give me a year, and I’ll help repair brains……..4 weeks and counting brother 🙂 chemical free…….and I can’t get the smile off my face…..
You will always be a free spirit my friend……and never say you CAN’T…..we can’t think the same once we take a look at what we’re thinking…… 🙂
MAKE YOUR MIND YOUR BITCH….
When I look back on the brain I built
I look back with pride recognizing the filth
That invaded my life from the day I was born
Now this year I rebuild my brain, there’s nothing I mourn
I have all the time, the power and unstoppable faith
To change my impossible, to a possible debate
Who is really the owner of this frame of mine
Who does it’s thinking….I will this time
The chemical madness has gone out the door
The bad energies that surrounded me, are gone, there’s no more
I take hold of my brain, focus, mood, concentration and intent
I will show that there is more to me, than the perceptive penny you spent
Tomorrow I will take control
And as I learn how to move and recreate
This life that shines from every new crevice of my brain
Fills the world with compassion, love and not hate
(c) Giggles the Poet
Jan 11, 2015