Thursday, September 18, 2008

All is One


Yup, that was Walter Lee Watson III circa 1978 or so. Those children were enemies at that moment. It was a struggle to get them to chill out enough to take the picture. The guy snapping the photo just could not get the boy to smile. The photographer finally gave up, and the result was what you see here. A moment came where her life was in danger and it made him think about her completely different. He'd spent so many years not liking her just because. It all went out the window when his ego had to face losing something to lash out at. Before he knew it, he recognized that he would miss her being around. He accepted the fact that he loved her. She got better, and so did their relationship.
It's hard for me to say that is me because I realize that my cells and bones have regenerated to a point where that literally is no longer who I am. I did not just grow, I became anew! That girl next to that little boy was his sister, Alexandria. The Alexandria of today is in the Air Force and has also become anew. The reality of it is that I always loved my sister, and that her life was always a precious and delicate thing. It is also reality that I loved her, even when we fought. So, indeed I have not told you two stories, but one from two different perspectives. All
Is
One

Monday, September 15, 2008

As if. . . Because

All is One


My weekend

It started with me getting into an argument with someone very close to me. We argued as if we did not know each other at the time and therefore had no reason to think before we spoke(which, of course, also did not make sense). We were supposed to do something together, but the argument cut things short. As I was realizing that our plans were not going to happen, I got a call from some people I was supposed to get up with a little later, as if they had received a message . That person was saying that they needed to come through to pick me up because their day was full after that. I rode out in a car with one person I had not seen in a while and others I had never met before. We conversed comfortably, as if we had been around each other forever. A part of me still wondered about the argument I had earlier, but the other part of me consoled it by reminding it that there was no need. I returned to a peaceful home early the next day. My original plans took place that day as if they were meant to. The person I argued with continued on as if nothing had really happened.



I realized the truth about my weekend when I replaced the "as if's" with "because".

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Walt's Anger: The Road to Enlightenment


I am going to keep it one hundred percent real with you right now: I'm feeling anger. The situation that "caused" my anger is not important. What is important is how I am feeling at this moment. There is subtle tension that I feel in the center of my chest that probably would be exhilarating if not for it's "cause". There is a sweatiness to my hands that moisturizes the keys as I type. My mouth feels dry and my stomach feels semi-empty even though I ate dinner a very short while ago. My brain is in what I call its "turbo mode", where thoughts race by but still remain very clear (as if it were preparing for combat).


The beauty of what you have just read is that by me reaching this point in the entry, those feelings are gone! The more attention I gave to those angry emotions as an entity aside from myself, the harder it became for me to actually claim them as mine. I became a scientist, observing anger as if it were an alien being. And like that( fingers snap), I am back above the clouds. Thank you for this space to communicate and please take this as an example. I know I will.

Above the Clouds. . . No, Really


The dude to your left is my father, retired Colonel Walter Lee Watson, Jr. He flew various aircraft for the Air Force for over 10 years. One of the planes that he flew, the SR-71, actually went three times the speed of sound! He was the only black man ever to touch its controls.
One day I was speaking with my father about quantum physics(I did not study it in school, but somehow I felt like I kind of got it). Basically I was asking him how flying at supersonic speeds effects the body. My father (who is a brainiac my nature) rattled off a formula to me, humbling me into recognition of the fact that I may have felt quantum physics, but I didn't get it. Anyhow, he told me that once you reach a certain speed, time and space begin to alter. He said that because there was a time when he flew at such speeds, his physical age is not the same as his age according to his birth certificate. At points in some of his flights, time was standing still or moving in reverse! Essentially that made my father Marty McFly and that SR-71 his DeLorean(see "Back to the Future" for reference).
My question to you is this: If speed can make time and space transform, how concrete are they?

Monday, September 8, 2008

The Battle


The other night I dreamed that I was in a battle with this kid. We were on a street corner in an urban setting, grey skies, buildings and all. I do not recall my appearance, but I do remember that my opponent was wearing a baseball cap that somehow completely covered his face. I set the whole thing off and came across rather nicely. This kid, however, was some kind of mutant rhyme beast because he tore into me verbally in a way that I had never experienced. There was a rather large crowd watching us, jeering me and cheering him on as he continued to bombard me with rhyming insults. My cell phone's alarm woke me up abruptly, much to my relief and chagrin. For a good 15 minutes I felt completely demoralized. "Damn, I can't even win a battle in my dreams?" I thought, wondering if I was indeed too old to be rapping. I was sitting on the end of my bed, sulking, when it hit me: That other kid was me! I was battling myself! There was the "me" that I was conscious of, then there was the "other me" represented by "the kid".
My spirits lifted immediately."The kid" was the part of me that I did not recognize fully, that's why I could not see his face . On a deeper level, he represented the space from which greatness comes from. The "I" that I identified with represented the image that I had of myself at the time. My mission from that point on was(and still is today) to never get in the way of my own creativity.
"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream".