Finally! A film reminding me why I loved films in the first place; why I loved those late night stories told to me; why I knew I was fortunate to be able to make the decision to travel, get out of my comfort zone, and see that there were many different cultures, goings on, realities of poverty and desperation and well as care and altruism first ignited by the power of film, the power of storytelling.
We watched @capharnaumthefilm
tonight and felt like we accidentally watched someone’s covertly chronicled story/life — a fly on hell’s window.
We torture between wanting to believe in our culture, our rights, and a very simple pull to help those in need. We are human. They are human. We are the same. Take away all that was created by man and God reveals his truly miraculous work: humanity. One humanity. @caphernaumthefilm #capernaum #lettheheartreign
Mozart Requiem. Sequenz (Amen). Her in my arms, in my hands, lifted from below, resting forward her chin onto the soft, smile between my thumb and index finger. Her hair wild as if she has written a requiem of her own. We lift and slowly descend with the choir, then lift again with the violins, fluctuating slightly upwardly. They start to affect the cells and cries become slow whimpers and the music permeates, settling her into a trance that only the greatest written music can. It corrals you, takes you by the hand, and pulls you through a sweet breath into the throat of a heaven made of panda whispers and stuffed animal gosling. It renders you weightless and allows you to grab on to Jonathon Seagull’s wing for a moment until the Mach descent frightens you too much, so you drift onto another bar of celestial rhythms until, again, it lifts you closer and closer to the moon. You see wildernesses below as they were, going about their businesses, but there you are orbiting them at a cleft’s speed only to settle when the violin’s bow brushes with its last hair and you realize there is no wind. Your eyes are open, a slight breath coming into and from your minute nostrils, while you stare at Carl, your angel friend who comes with you wherever you go, and you see him, again, wooing you, maybe even doing a backflip with his little wings and you slightly startle out of your reverie and you smile a smile only a baby can; it is a smile that, from the pain of childbirth, can only be reached having touched something that we will seek to touch again and again for the rest of our lives.
I believe in humanity. You’re real super hero Irena Ivic.
Congrats mon frere, Michael Muller (@michaelmuller7
). You are all heart. 🤘✊️
My beast received the Visionary Award this past Saturday eve @artofelysium
This is one of the many reasons why... repost @michaelmuller7
The last 3 years, I have criss-crossed the Planet capturing nature’s phenomenons in our oceans via VR. I soon realized how powerful this medium could be to help heal. The minute @jenniferkhowell @theartofelysium
took off the VR headset after an underwater journey, in tears, she understood how it could make a difference for so many of the children they serve. Soon after, I was introduced to Kierra, paralyzed from the neck down, she can ONLY communicate by blinking. She can hear, see and understand everything around her. She will likely, NEVER be able to go into the ocean, let alone dive underwater in this lifetime. With the power of stereoscopic VR , we were able to get her as close to that experience, without getting wet and the result was nothing short of miraculous!! The tears in her eyes and her smile during and after the film touched me in a way words could never do justice. Our goal is to get these devices in every children’s hospital, and let every kid get the opportunity to stop the pain for a brief moment and transport them to places & experiences they could only dream about. Join us in helping make this dream a reality for the millions of people who are in hospitals suffering right NOW. If you want to donate or help, you can go to the link below or direct message me and I will put you in touch directly :
#theartofelysium #artheals #michaelmullersheaven #heaven2019
Drunk: when you think you’re having a rip roaring time and the next morning you wake up and your brain has broken into a frenzied beehive and your body is shattered shards of sharp glass desperately searching for what fits where and your spirit is being eaten by worms with great white bloodied teeth and your heart has shriveled into a black prune churning your intestines to the point where dysentery feels attractive and you can’t remember anything you did so you roll out of bed over last night’s urine and you dial your best friend’s phone number because you recall him lifting you over his head, your whole self, before you hit and broke through the drywall and, you think, a large aquarium and the phone on the other end rings and he picks it up, that clambering for a phone, the clumsiness of a hardline, and you say: “What did I do last night?!” and he answers, after a great pause: “...Dude...”.
I’d like to thank everyone famous for letting me watch the Golden Globes.
You stand there, looking at me, wondering who I am. I stand here, seeing you through the prism of my own memories until I get to know you. We stand here facing each other like two nomadic curiosities. We, like Rilke’s words, will search through “love and other difficulties” but as the road stretches onward, hand in hand, towards that vantage point where the sun rises and the sun sets, we’ll know, intrinsically, that it always rises again (and set again). You and me, round and round, bean in hand, on axis, nomadic, and without a crib. ❤️❤️❤️ #jbkbstucktogether
What an amazing 2018: Westlyn Reign being born, my daughter Eden engaged to her Cameron, my son on the razor’s edge of the revolution, 5 years sober, Chandler and Jamen engaged, my brother in law Austin graduating med school, extended family’s gifts so personally on point, Westside meetings, Gramma Barbra a granny to a newborn for the first time, my wife starting @midheavendenim
on her own and thriving, four films in four months doing very very well worldwide, and just being confronted again and again where I’m at with my own fears and courage. What a year. And yet the navigating through a worldly chaos seems to be the concern. I hope for everyone a peace. As I get older that seems to be what is naturally my greatest weapon: a peace — simply — a peace of mind that I’ve done everything in a day to help others find and create a peace of their own. Everyone deserves that, as we are, at our base, just lucky to be alive. There’s no reason we should be, but the positioning of the planet, where we are in the solar system, we just for some reason are. Everyone deserves an equal chance. Every single person. Happy 2019. #ending2018atsupertarget #beanlove #jbkbstucktogether #trevaniforever