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About Before the Flood:
Before the Flood, directed by Fisher Stevens, captures a three-year personal journey alongside Academy Award-winning actor and U.N. Messenger of Peace Leonardo DiCaprio as he interviews individuals from every facet of society in both developing and developed nations who provide unique, impassioned and pragmatic views on what must be done today and in the future to prevent catastrophic disruption of life on our planet.
It was a Thursday afternoon and everything was planned to go up north to visit UC Davis with my boyfriend and our friend, whom would be attending for the fall of 2015. We meant to leave after I got off work, but turns out that my car broke down and instead we decided we would have to drop it off at my house and we would go in my bf’s car. After hours of trying to get my car to work, my car was fixed, we dropped it off, and our road trip began. Driving up to Davis overnight we had to stop to grab a bite; luckily we found an In N Out and we stopped to eat.
After eating we got back on the road to arrive around 4 in the morning at the University. Our friend was able to sleep in the dorms, but my bf and I had to find a place to visit or stay while he had a tour of the school. We found a hotel to stay at that Friday, slept in, and once our friend was done we went to take a tour around the schools neighborhood, which was nice and peaceful (really good ice cream too!). After a long trip and long day we all went to sleep in our queen bed that fit the three of us! Next morning we got up and went to grab some delicious breakfast next door to our hotel. We got back on the road after a few hours, finding where to go as we drove. We ended up deciding on Lake Tahoe. None of us had ever gone so our next adventure began soon after the decision was made!
Understanding one’s self is a task that many of us take on for our entire lives. We search and search in order to uncover who we are. We listen to all sorts of advice telling us how we should be, we read all kinds of books telling us how to behave. We look for answers to the questions that haunt us most. What do I stand for? What am I doing? Who will I be?
Truth is, we do not have to work hard at discovering our selves, for who we are at this very moment is who we are. Every thought that comes into our mind is actively defining our self; every action that we decide to take molds what we stand for. We are the sum of every experience that we’ve ever had; not just of what happened, but of how we have let it affect us.
Ahh the beauty of it all. The luscious moss, dripping off the sides of the trees. The trees themselves, grandiose and strong. The smell is overwhelming, the essence of freedom and life that it gives off.
One deep breathe, and you forget it all. One deep breathe and you become it all.
I continue my stroll, feeling the grass drape itself over my toes. The softness, the liveliness. It shouts green, it whispers life.
“Tell me all your secrets, tell me where you came from”
I kneel down, rub my hands through it. It embraces everything it touches. It continues to call my name, and I am powerless to its beauty. I lay down. Let it speak to me. It holds me as the rays of the sun creep through the trees. They creep closer, advancing forward in silence, bringing its warmth along for the ride. It starts with the toes, climbs up through the legs, embraces my torso, massages my arms, and covers my face. Tingles run down my skin as my body embraces what gives it life. I close my eyes, let the beauty sink in.
I’d like to share what I experienced the other day. It was on the bus. In the front row was a veteran, trembling in his wheelchair, still wearing his USA attire. His hair was long and grey; he looked worn out. At that moment, I wanted to see his point of view. I wanted to understand him a little better. I imagined what it would be like to experience life through his eyes.
The fight was tough but it was exactly what I had wanted. The amount of vigilance necessary in order to survive was demanding, I thrived off of that. Every day you don’t give a fuck what goes on out there, you go out there to do what they want you to do. There is a mission to accomplish and you’re making sure you keep your part, because you know you’re capable of it. When else are you tested to your full potential? This is what I live for, and if you would like to watch, go right ahead. Enjoy the show because I’m a fucking monster.
I imagined the days that made him a veteran and I pictured him as a total badass. I felt the thrill and surge of power that comes when you’re defending yourself. You’re sent over there for a reason, making your sole priority to accomplish the goal and survive. I could feel the hustle that it required.
I get caught up thinking about other’s thoughts. It’s not about what others think about me, just what they’re thinking in general. Thinking amazes me. Every body is doing it, yet everyone does so differently. The problem is that it reaches a point of distraction. I get caught up thinking about the world that I lose my sense of placement. I forget that I am currently what exists. I am alive; a part of the present and everything in it, capable of interacting with any body and experiencing what is out there. The trees are amazing, the sun is incredible, and all that surrounds me is beautiful.
Welcome to Under the Oak. Here ideas are free flow and grow without the pejorative of judgments, beliefs, and biases. Like watching a movie, come in with a open mind, and suspend doubts. Come take a seat with us Under the Oak as we dwell into what makes people charismatic, and where the answer to the meaning of is life found.
Growing up I was raised as a member of the Catholic church, attended mass every Sunday, and went through the processes of baptism and first communion. I mostly viewed all this as a way to spend quality time with my family, but it did open my eyes to great powers. It taught me the power of hope and faith; the way it allowed those who had reached a dark abyss to manage to turn their lives around. These people told their stories with great passion, great sincerity, and in the end the message was always the same; “I thank God for showing me the path and giving me the strength I needed to fight for my life”. My question was always the same as well, “Who is God”?
I recently saw an article online that was discussing how doctors are looking at the medical benefits of hypothermia. They believe that maybe we could save more lives by reducing people’s body temperatures in a controlled way. We also started talking about the many worlds interpretation of Quantum Mechanics, and what is Enlightenment.