A Perfect Life in Ecco Domani
- March 31, 2022, 4:18 a.m.
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As my conscious mind drifts back through my life over the waves, two (or more) separate stories took (are taking) place, and multiple threads of plots cosmically weave, and unfold in my minds eye. I see the apexes of perfection, and journey’s through Mordor, and other caverns of monsters between the mountain tops. I have had multiple perfect lives, and loves. This morning in my waking dream, I saw one peak in particular. It was the moment I was planning to have a family that never happened. I was in peak yoga shape. I imagined having a yoga family. I would travel around the world, and find a princess, and we would eventually come home to my Organic Farm, and spend our time growing mushrooms, reading great literature, kayaking, beach surf trips, yoga in the sun, and we would be happy.
My life has been a series of balancing two realities. When I was younger, I created imaginary fantasy story lines to cope with the non-sense. My life has been an amazing journey like that of Marco Polo. It has been a series of hard-work, dedication, practice, study, fun, and adventure. I build something beautiful. I invented the perfect daily routine consisting of the perfect diet, exercise. A perfect life; sublime tranquility. And like a phoenix spreading it’s wings to fly, I am shot down out of the sky, or stabbed in the back before battle, or sabotaged before review. An invisible hand appears out of somewhere unknown, and my perfect reality is ripped out of existence. I am shoved from the apex of a beautiful mountain top into an abyss of monsters, and darkness.
TL ⋅ June 30, 2023 (edited June 30, 2023)
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I too spent a lot of time in my own head. I used to spend my days laying under my bed with my headphones on blast. My mind would create stories from the music and then take me away. It wasn't the healthiest balance. Probably a trauma response, most would say.
PS
I'm not throwing shade
Zampano TL ⋅ July 04, 2023 (edited July 04, 2023)
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I will say that the good take-aways from Church were the meditation, time in thought and the music. Ah yes, concept albums like Pink Floyd. A storyline along with the music. You sound very similar to the folks I have grown up with: music, art and literature buffs coupled with a healthy lifestyle. One that was passed along to me from a best friend at Church Camp (who has now passed away,) and a cult-classic for the friends of us who stuck together over the years is House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. "Zampano" is a character from the book. Micheal, my friend, who passed-on, introduced me to that novel, the band Dredg and pot all on the same night when I was 16 at another church camp in the dorms of a Christian college down South in Alabama. Dredg's album El Cielo compliments the novel like an unofficial companion piece. I experienced it and later I passed it along to my Piano Major roommate in college and he agrees as well that somehow there is a connexion with the album and novel.
TL Zampano ⋅ July 09, 2023
Nice. I wouldn't say that I would have lived up to the impression I had made through Prosebox. Most of that character development came later.
I used to go to a bible camp. I have fond memories of it. I had a weird relationship with that religion. I felt a connection to something in it, which I have recently discovered, but I also had some resentment toward it because of what it did to my family via residential schools.
Zampano TL ⋅ July 10, 2023
I have a similar testimonial. Great times and friends I would never give up yet cult like implications in making your own decisions on how to live your own life.
I'd be interested in reading your experience if you ever wrote a Journal on it.
TL Zampano ⋅ July 12, 2023
What experiences are you looking for exactly? I could probably deliver.
Zampano TL ⋅ July 12, 2023
Well it's all very diverse. I went to an old school, Bible thumpin', hard benchin', Southern Baptist type. I don't believe enough attention and credit is given to a preacher's wife and children. My mother, for instance didn't marry a preacher. He eventually decided that was what he wanted to do. My mother grew up Catholic and most of her family have been drinkers for generations. i.e. drastic lifestyle changes.
Also, in at least our church, the preacher's family is part of the deal when a preacher lands a church to preach for. So, when my father interviewed, we the family and kids were apart of the interview process. Which meant being active in singing, leading prayers, and overall presentation. If the kids were in trouble or just going through normal growing phases that all kids go through, trends and music, it was a reflection on our income.
If a father were a Biochemist for instance, what his children did in school or sports, or their friends couldn't directly effect the father's paycheck.
Even to this day, I have to run in circles of folks I would normally not have anything to do with just based off my father's job. When I visited my father he lives in a house his boss owns and they are missionaries together. His bosses son is the president of a Christian University and I have to see those folks just to visit my father (which I don't do anymore.)
I'm an Environmentalist. They are Climate Deniers. I lean more toward Catholic and Orthodox but Universal and Buddhist/Yogi or really just more into Philosophy and Art rather than Theology. They are the "Only Church going to Heaven'' type. It's all just a really big pain in the ass to tell you the truth.