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Welcome! My name’s Jason Fonceca and I am a creator/teacher. I’m the founder of SpiritSentient, a movement to inspire more creativity and beauty in the world.

I make art, write stories, articles and poems, attract inspiration from all walks, and am currently working on some musical projects.

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the boy who would not wake - 2001

in a small, removed town, when dawn was breaking and the day was fresh; when insects whispered excitedly to the morning dew, of which one drop could satisfy the most dire of thirsts; when the world gently, and in motherly fashion, cast her sunlight upon humanity as a reminder to rouse for the coming day, there was a boy who would not wake.

the boy’s name was thane huxley. it did not take long before his family realized they could not break him from his slumber, and soon his friends were invited to see him sleeping soundly in his cabin and shortly thereafter, the whole community was abuzz with news of event. as is normal for most hamlets, word flew from one end to the other at an uncanny pace and fairly soon, the whole town was in quite a stir with rumours of the sleep-disposed lad.

the only doctor for miles around was called upon, and he paid thane a visit. he used prongs and tongs and instruments of all sorts, poking and prodding and medicating in every which way. as he worked his brow became furrowed and sweat-soaked and a crowd of on-lookers gathered round. after what felt like ages, the doctor emerged from the house followed by a throng of interested parties, and announced that he could not wake this boy, and that the boy was in fact, a boy who could not be woken.

the days passed meandered slowly through the harvest season, and so too did the villager’s speculation, for this is the way of gossip. all manner of theories were put forth, claiming to be reasonable (and sometimes not-so-reasonable) explanations for why thane huxley could not be roused. some said that he had eaten something peculiar the day before, a berry or an herb, and that that must be the cause. others proposed that thane was caught up in a particularly inviting dream and that his consciousness simply preferred the dream to reality. a smaller group in the community spoke in hushed voices that thane was under the taint of something dark and sinister, a power not of nature, not of man, and not of god.

as time went on and the days grew to months, the talk died away and most people put thane out of their heads and hardily ploughed on with things they felt must be done, their jobs and chores, and so forth and so on. only thane’s family continued to check on him once each day, because though he was expending very little energy, he was still growing quite thin.

then, one day, when thane’s mother stopped by her son’s room to see how he fared, he was nowhere to be seen. in a panic she sprang into a diligent search and though it was only an hour later, it had been a frantic hour in her life, she found him cutting wood for a fire about a league away.

“son!” she cried, her face tearing with joy of being able to speak to him “what happened?! are you alright?! why did you not wake?”

“mother,” he replied innocently “i was tired.”

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Risk, Risk, and Risk Some More - 2008

Risk. the verb ‘risk’ is a scary one for many people. merriam-webster defines it like so:

1 : to expose to hazard or danger.

which is a reasonable definition for purposes of this post. all of us take risks everyday that we don’t even give a thought to, simply to live and survive. we walk outside without fear of being randomly struck by lightning, but it happens. many of us cross against traffic, not even at a stoplight, while statistics show that pedestrians are generally at serious risk with tons of high-velocity metal vehicles moving all around them. these are things generally taken for granted (though i’m sure you can find a handful of people who actively feel trepidation as they cross the street or walk outside, but they are considered ‘paranoid’ in their reactions to these situations by society.) i read an interesting article on psychologytoday.com that researched the actual statistical risk factors involved in everyday things we fear, and the results/conclusions drawn were extremely interesting. it addressed questions like why do so many people in our society who do chronically severely detrimental things such as smoking - which ’shortens life’ an average of 5 years - do not fear their habit but instead have an intense fear towards flying in a plane - which shorten’s life an average of 1 day. at the end of the article there’s a quiz on risk-statistics with questions such as: “Which has killed more Americans, bird flu or mad cow disease? ” Answer: no American has died from either cause.

the actual risk involved in many situations/actions, is rarely directly related to our fears regarding them.

many of us suffer from extremely irrational fears unrelated to actual risk-factors? sort of. it depends on one’s view. it’s possible to look at it in a way in which everything is a risk. it’s been said that all we really have in this life is “time,” which we can trade for “anything we want” (often time is traded for money.) so whenever we spend our time (or energy, or attention) on something, we are risking missing out on all the opportunities of directing our time/energy/attention elsewhere. every time someone takes a pill, prescription or not, they are risking a severe allergic or cross-medicated reaction, and at the same time choosing not to take the pill, they risk missing out on relief from malaise or pain. every choice we make is one of risk. some simple choices result in some of the most absurd and improbable deaths.

an pleasantly-phrased explanation may be gleaned from this short prose on risk, from an unknown source (but i’d love to know who wrote it,) and i appreciate it.

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to others is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.

But risks must be taken,
because the greatest hazard in life is to do nothing.

The person who risks nothing,
does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.

They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.

Chained by their attitudes, they are a slave,
they forfeited their freedom.

Only the person who risks can be free

how often have we not spoken up because we might look foolish? ever encountered a guy or girl you felt strongly like speaking with, but chose not to? can you remember why not? how often have we chosen not to help someone or passed on an opportunity because we feared being involved, perhaps a cause or relationship required some relatively small time committment, but we were scared to give up our freedom, and so it never came to be. what was the motivation? how do we want things to go?

if we take risks unconsciously if every day, just to live and survive… i propose that the people who truly excel in life, the people who thrive, take ‘risks’ consciously.

even writing this article’s like this is a risk of sorts for me. on the one hand, i am pursuing my dream, doing my own thing relatively far outside of society’s recommended paths, and with every step i am open to the possibility of falling flat on my face, and yet — almost paradoxically — at the same time i have a deep, pervading knowledge that i am doing the ‘right thing’ and failure is ‘not what lies ahead for me.’ i could be ridiculed or look stupid after ‘wasting’ my energy because i did not ’succeed.’ i could be bombarded with wrath and ire from people who do not appreciate the things i am saying. i’m not concerned about these things, which brings me to the most interesting view on the concept of risk for me personally.

nothing is a risk.

what’s that? nothing is a risk? this is my personal view on risk. free-climbing the grand canyon, kissing someone with a deadly communicable disease, playing in traffic — none of these are off limits to me because none of them are risky. to properly wrap one’s head around this, its important to first be at home with this concept:

everyone (with a physical body) dies a physical death.

if we’re ok realizing that everyone dies, then we realize that any action we take will either bring us closer to death a little bit or a lot.¹

so lets say we believe that every action we take brings us closer to death by a measure.

the next concept to understand is:

that no one knows rationally whether death is something to be avoided.

we truly have no idea if death is some trascendent form of awesomeness or just us becoming worm-food (though our physical/bodily instincts certainly jerk us away from it as if it is,) or something else altogether.

i know you’re still following so we have inevitable death, and human beings not even knowing if that is ‘good’ or ‘bad.’² and to really demonstrate just how all up in the air it is, i’d like you to be open to the concept that every action others take, or nature takes, or whatever, has the potential to bring us closer to or further from our death by a certain measure and:

it is our own actions in combination with the actions of others/nature/life that really decides the outcome.

except you can only choose your own actions.

so the situation is this:

1. everyone dies.
1b. dying may be a desirable step, an undesirable step, or a neutrally desired step.

2. our actions in life combined with everyone/everything else’s actions in life affect how close we are to death at any given time.
2b. we can only choose our own actions, and cannot control any of the external actions/choices occurring in life.

people can die from just about anything, in any way and besides that, trying to avoid it is futile. now this is a very analytical, logical, mental-process-driven look at things, and it paints a view of nothing being a risk since the outcome is already decided and seems almost infinitely out of our control. so where does that leave us?

it leaves us with a completely blank canvas of life, to live as creatively as we please with every choice, with zero fear of the consequences, since it’s all a ‘crapshoot’ anyway.

so how do we decide what to do?

the upside of the absence of logical, rational criteria, (besides variety of experience,) is that it allows people to live life as art and beauty and creativity. we can live and choose from our hearts, and do what we _feel_ is the right thing to do.

won’t that result in paralyzed confusion with no criteria in making decisions, or even complete anarchy as everyone acts wild-crazy selfish with the proposed ‘no-consequence’ mentality?

possibly. paralyzed confusion and/or a type of hedonistic anarchy is a possible result. i’d love to reassure you 100% that this scenario would not occur, but nope, it’s a possibility.

humanity has evolved extremely far from its beginnings. we’ve learned so much and taken huge strides. we’ve accomplished tremendous things. perhaps at this point we’re on the edge of a change in which we are finally ready for the kind of creative freedom i’m talking about. perhaps that’s why people like me are writing articles like this.

perhaps a few people can make the jump to living-from-the-heart with risk-assessment not necessary, all the while co-existing with the more conservative/reserved people who’s lives revolve fear and risk-factors.

…or confusion and anarchy could rein. hey, sure it could. that’s a possibility; that’s a risk

¹even this is not necessarily true once we transcend the concept of time or if we understand ‘pre-destined’ times of death, or how one’s thoughts affect life in tandem with the plans of god/the universe, but that’s another post altogether. or bunch of posts.
²there are a significant number of people who label any action that appears to have the result of keeping them alive or safe from death as ‘good’, and vice-versa.
³ regarding the photo above: lorenzo! is author of a book called 25 lessons - the art of living. in it he discusses his personal experience with risk, here is an excerpt: “Just as it happens to millions of others, I began to loop around as I fulfilled the various sacraments of modern life: professional job, marriage, children, better paying corporate job, moving out of the city to suburbia. As a result, I began to take a lot less risks, I began to play it safe and in turn my soul began to shrivel, as it yearned to be on the edge, it hungered to be out there venturing into the unknown, it was eager to strike a chord.”

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