Sidewalk Ghosts / Interview 404 Prologue: Hard Words To A Soft Message.

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“A child is a promise of immortality.” -Herbert A. Sheen, M.D.

We sit talking… surrounded by walls filled with pictures, art and history. Photo opportunities posed with presidents and celebrities, tribal masks and musical instruments fill a home that is more like museum. Those alone are topics worthy of conversation. Yet, in minutes they somehow fall into the shadows as we converse; and as we do, one painting somehow takes on a light of it’s own. “That’s my father” she pauses with a grace of appreciation.

For two hours I spend with my new friend of the day… No… I hope for life, Dolores Sheen as she talks about her life, the seeds her father planted and the work she is committed to. Her depth of spirit, character and wisdom is heartfelt and her mission to love her neighbors, and educate our children, is powerful.

She is one of those special people. The kind who like many great doers, walks with a warmth, peace and courage in reaching out to better the world around her. By no means is she financially wealthy (actually turns the bulk of her income back to community); carries no mainstream fame (although she has rubbed elbows with many of the worlds elite) and refreshingly asks for no glory in her accomplishments (which are more than enough the cover her walls, and then some).

404 a76 years strong she has walked planet earth, and in all, has stood as a beacon to her cause: That is to do her part in getting people to look at one another as, well, basically human; unique contributors to a world filled withst diversity. Dolores holds the torch high, in boldly saying, “there is no such thing as a Nigger.” A statement that I know would cause the gaping grasp of prejudice to fall upon my shoulders if uttered from my lips. But Dolores has the credentials to make such an aggressive statement, and although I’m caught off guard at her first mention of the term (Nigger being one of the most derogatory words on the planet). How could I not respect her council, a woman of such presence, peace and knowledge?

We talk about it for a while, and as we do clarity comes to my mind. Dolores is not making a racial statement at all. What she is saying is crystal clear. What Dolores is proclaiming is the simplest fact that we are all equally human. I know, hard to swallow for some. Especially when history and much of modern mainstream media have disgracefully proven that, even though we all bleed the same red blood, many terrible atrocities have come and continue to pass. Just look at the fight for the civil rights movement and the enslaved conditions that remain on many a continent. I could go on and on, and I’m sure you have a few shadows in the closet as well. But still, with Dolores’ bold statement we have been shocked into perspective.

In her admonition, she challenges us to reflect upon our own situations, biases and personal histories, and in doing so are encouraged to deeply ponder the labels we put on each other, as well as ourselves.

Regretfully, the dark side of the equation does have negative merit. For there are many who are a divided and opposing people. Forgive me if I sound a touch fatalistic or terse. But I call it as I see it, and if I watered down my observations that would only enlist me into the club of hypocrites and over-inflated evangelists.

That said… I’ll now jump into the brighter end of the swimming pool, the side where no one has pee’d in the water.

For it is because of you, our readers; and through you, the brave many who have stepped forward to be interviewed; and with you, the contributors and followers of Operation 365, that we may all courageously unite in willingly taking the punches to simply love our neighbors. Thus a thesis is proposed and it is up to us to prove its merits.

We are “The Silent Majority.” You and I… everyday people living everyday lives. It is through us that the walls of the misinformed can be toppled down. No, we don’t all have to live the same lives or lifestyles. We don’t even have to agree with each other. That is the beauty of it all. The utter diversity is the very thing that can not only bind us together, but more importantly help us to adjust our personal perspectives. That is if we allow ourselves to drop our own barriers that block what we see at first glace.

Yes, the world is full of pains, disagreements and injustices; and most of us are injured in some way. Yes, there will always be those who exalt their power over the weaker; and yes, with the advent of new technology, along with its rapid distribution of information, the temptation to make quick assertions is ever present. But one the other hand, there is an alternate point-of-view, and its impact is certain. A cause, that through this advent of new media along with the bravery of a new generation of young warriors, could quite possibly begin to turn the wheels of perception. Therefore, might we, the old and the wise ones, do our part to teach as we listen?

Shall we all raise our chins to the world, us… the green, the purple and the orange, to embrace the message that Dolores has so eloquently encapsulated in her proclamation, “There is no such thing as a Nigger!”

Please come back tomorrow to meet Dolores, She has so much good to share and I’ve got way too much interview footage to cut in one day.

Operation-365… we were once “Strangers…” now we are “Friends.”

Sidewalk Ghosts / Interview 403: “The Bigger Things?”

“Hard work, dedication and perseverance pays off…” Giovanni

Sidewalk Ghosts / Interview 402: Nancy Advises… “Let’s Start From Fresh”

“I think we are nearing the bottom of a tremendous economic crisis…” —Nancy

√Interview 401: “What’s Right Is Right… And What’s Wrong Is Wrong.”

“’Well wisdom to me is a living knowledge and I would share the words that were given to me from wisdom directly. ‘Haven’t I given…’” —Ray

2pm… Today’s episode due in two hours… miss it… miss our daily time stamp (4pm to be exact). I have no idea of where to go.

Off to Owensmouth as I decide to cruise up and down the street. I’m clueless as to why I am here. Just seems like the place to be. Close to home. A quick race back to Adobe Premiere, and after 45 minute of editorial an upload is in progress (even as I write this note).

Ray is his name and after setting up a camera rig on the corner across the street from the bus stop, he approached me in offering his words.

A quirky songwriter, Ray offers us a few great thoughts to consider; and yes, he is quoting Janet Jackson.

Talk tomorrow my good friends,

Richard

Sidewalk Ghosts / Interview 399: “Under The Thunder”

“I think love, forgiveness and compassion are three things that we cannot have enough of in our lives, we often forget to give to ourselves…” —Matt

It’s a thunderous day today, and I’m water-logged rushing to make today’s time stamp. Not a bad thing, California has been going through a rough a drought and the rain is quite a blessing. But as the clouds rages, I find my self-wading in my own storm of turbulence.

Seems that half of my audio of today’s interviews of 3 amazing new friends has gone astray, corrupted by a faulty microphone cable. My monitoring was perfect, just the signal to the camera went south on us. Or should I say, became all washed up (Oh Richard, please, for the sake of all humanity, stop with rain metaphors).

But there is a silver lining… Of our three awesome new friends, (Lidia, Cindy and Matt), turns out that Matt’s words were salvageable. So Lidia, Cindy, please accept my sincerest apologies. If you would like to get together to interview, just get in touch with me. We can call this first go around a rehearsal.

Matt, the stage is yours, and I have a feeling that Lidia and Cindy are OK with what your sharing. Your words truly do sum up what you all had to say.

Talk tomorrow my good friends,

Richard

Sidewalk Ghosts / Interview 398: Benny “The Jet” Asks, “What Stops You From Your Better Self?”

Do you fear your anger? Do you fear not having control? Do you fear of loosing control? Do you fear of being judged..? —Benny “The Jet” Urquidez

When you first meet him it is hard to look into his gaze. His history reads as who’s who list of martial arts and film credits (check out his IMDB). Just observing the poised body language he carries might make a person or two somewhat intimidated to engage with him as his eyes pierce deep into their subconscious.

At first I try to look away as I talk with him, but there is something too hypnotic in his expression to ignore. My role is to interview him, and for a brief moment I catch myself speechless, caught completely off guard, and not sure how to loosen my fears in getting to know him.

So I ask, a little wobbly, in anticipating a response, “Are people intimidated by your eyes?”

He smiles, “A lot of people say that,” and the ice is broken.

Benny is his name, rather “Benny The Jet,” an honorary title he has earned after decades of blending his authentic spirit of compassion to a field that can only be expressed as warlike. But The Jet is not a war searching man. He is a man who possesses an inner tranquility that is the genesis to his piercing eyes. In getting to know him it is apparent that he is sizing you up for the kill. He is inviting you in to a world of self-development.

Check out what Benny has to share, might pause you as it paused me.

Talk tomorrow my good friends,

Richard

Sidewalk Ghosts / Interview 397: Why Should People Do This?

“It’s good for all to find common ground, and when you are put on the spot like this, you really tell the truth about how you feel about what’s going on; and you can only go forward when you get a bunch of great ideas together…” —Tasha

“I’ve got to get my head in the right place,” rings in my head as I am writing this entry. Yesterday Lucy gave us advice on responsible use of technology. I agree with her. Yet, as a tool in bringing us together, it is equally as relevant. This age of worldwide web has allowed us an instant connectivity live never before.

Through it, it is almost uncomfortable to think about how easy it is to connect when comparing it to that of engaged face to face. I guess it is easier to commune within the seemingly safe walls of electronic distance. A place where we are free from physical attack or hard to escape exchange. A place where one quick mouse, or button-click, terminates just about any dialogue or uncomfortable situation. Although with this protective barrier we are at risk of paying a price that is possibly worse than the risk of engaging in good old face to face.

I know there is many a time where we are afraid or intimidated to reach out to the physical beings that are walking flesh and blood. After all we all have that sense of self-protection and do deserve our privacy. So we default to the mind connect (or is it?) of digital bliss. Reject me or accept me, it matters not. For If I find myself in strange places, or hearing words that I don’t understand, a new connection or found similarities are only a message, or comment away.

Now don’t get me wrong, as I regularly state, our modern methods of communication and its aligned information stream are a fantastic thing. But as yesterday’s friend, Lucy, has called out, only if used wisely.

Why this preemptive reasoning in introducing today’s episode and friends? Call it a comparison. For today has not been an easy one in talking to strangers. I’ve learned over time that there are days when it seems that the world is conspiring against me, and today is such a day. It’s late, and with 3 hours of rejection after rejection behind me, I default to one of my halls of comfort to lick my wounds… Starbucks, corner of Fallbrook and Victory. A place where I have had many a friendly conversation with that guy, or gal, at the table next to me.

Yes, I am that annoying man who is always saying “good day” and trying to talk to you. Most of the time it is an engaging experience. While I do admit, some throw those piercing “stay the hell away from me!” eye glares; something that I have learned to appreciate in a bizarre way. After all, we all deserve our private time, and must respect the reactions put upon us via the cultures we live in.

The reality is pretty straight forward, there is no way we can have an idea of what is going on in the mind of our unknown neighbors. The only thing we do have control over is our own thoughts and actions. That is the free agency we all have right to. That right to be left alone is an inalienable one that we all have claim to.

But here is the thing, how do we choose to express ourselves? Is it in the many a time falsified world of Facebook, Twitter, Instagram or the plethora of vicarious devices that are readily at our keystroke? Or, is it through taking the risk of good old face-to-face dialogue?

There is no black and white, right or wrong, answer to this question. Only a nagging examination of our own hearts, lifestyle and even the content we choose to contribute that can truly govern our answer… and more profoundly, our actions.

My camp? I’m all for the new tech, but with one distinctive amendment, “It must be used as an augmentation to humanly connected interactions.” For to get lost in the maze of online tunnels of relationships, and information, is par with a socialized form of solitary confinement.

Yes, I’ve been heavily rejected this evening, and do not bring to you an experience of meeting, or hearing the council of a complete stranger. I’m bowing to the acceptance of this is OK. Because at least I had a chance to feel of the emotions experienced by not being accepted through this night.

However there is a silver lining to this experience, one that is pulling at my intellectual self (even as I write this rather lengthily entry). A commodity that is free to purchase as I settle back at the patio of my fallback healing place, namely this Starbucks, corner of Fallbrook and Victory. For here, and unexpectedly, I commune with past “Strangers…” now “Friends” as we again resume our dialogues of politics, education and society (365 Day 245 / “The Patio Rats Convene”). Some points we wholly agree on, others we adamantly debate, but in the ends one fact stands strong, I have no idea of who we’ll meet tomorrow and what we will talk about, and my friends, that is way OK with me.

Operation-365… we were once “Strangers…” now we are “Friends.”

See you tomorrow,

Richard

Sidewalk Ghosts / Interview 396: Flavio and Lucy (Part Two) – "Everyone Is Looking Down"

“Turn off your electronic equipment, if only for a day. It is harming the children in ways we don’t realize. It’s okay to use an iPad for learning, some science, or learning something, but what I usually see are people completely disconnected to the world. Everyone is looking down…” —Lucy

The last week I had grand intentions of writing some kind of wisdom that aligned with what our new friends are bringing to the table. Even when meeting Flavio and Lucy at a birthday party my daughter was invited to, words and thoughts rung in my mind. Now starting our 3rd week of O-365 blogumentary (and getting up every morning at 5am to edit before my “real” job starts) the full weight of this commitment is bearing its reality on me.

But just as the first one-year challenge (September 9, 2011 to September 9, 2012), the tired self cannot be slept. The payoff is way to great to let mere fatigue slow me. It is more than my stubborn Taurus personality that pushes me. It is the inspirations being shared by so many. They are much too precious to shelf.

So we will continue to meet new people. Hear fresh and repeated perspectives; and in all, my hope is unhidden. That we will kindle our desire to know our neighbors, support our communities, and as often as we can, raise our chins to greet the world.

As Lucy so well observes, “Everyone is looking down.”

Operation-365… we were once “Strangers…’ now are are “Friends.”

Talk tomorrow my good friends,

Richards

Sidewalk Ghosts / Interview 395: Flavio and Lucy (Part One)

“We all need to lean, we need to connect our senses, our brain, our body and our spirit more together” –Flavio

Sidewalk Ghosts / Interview 394: “Why Don’t We Quite Ourselves?”

“I am humbled to think of the possibility of future where people are serving one another. Not just because they are of the same religion, race or of the same anything, but, simply for the fact that they are another person who has a story just like they do. Everyone wants to tell their story… but they don’t necessarily want to hear someone else’s…” —Brian

Something about them drew me in. Perhaps it was the feeling as we passed on the sidewalk. Maybe it was my mind profiling those who seemed open and approachable. Or quite possibly it was the fatigue setting in as I fought off the day end weight of tired and heavy eyelids. But whatever it was, it stopped me in my tracks to interview todays “Strangers…” now “Friends,” Brian and fiancé Melissa.

In watching their interview, it is not a far reach to realize that Brian and Melissa are people with great conviction of their beliefs– smiling and enthusiastic followers of Jesus Christ. Speaking with ministerial excitement they express perspectives on sharing, listening and what’s to come.

Brian sums it up. “Why don’t we make it a future of looking outwardly, laterally, around us, and not just inwardly at ourselves; and ultimately, my prayer is, that we would look upwardly.”

Brian, Melissa, thank you for your faithful word. May we all take them into consideration as we ponder our own spirituality? For at the core of our discussion there is one undeniable condition. We are all of similar blood and have right to worship as our heart and spirit dictate. As Brian and Melissa have so eloquently displayed, so shall we be inspired to shine our light upon the world around us.

Talk tomorrow my good friends,

Richard