A Childhood Dream, At Long Last

Do you know who we are?


We are you.


We are the thoughts you refuse to think.


We are the daydreams you'll have but never speak.


We live the lives you'd choose to lead, if every waking moment could be naught but a dream.


We possess the knowledge, we wield the power.


You envy us with your grapes so sour.


But for what reason?


It's time to leave the church bells ringing


And take a listen to what the sinners are screaming.



Over the past six or so months I have grown significantly. I have worked and worked, and learned more than I ever previously imagined. I have learned about love, family, and life, you know, all the good cliches. I have learned the language of undeniable truth, what I mean by that is I've learned how to pick up on those little feelings that never lead you astray, AKA: Intuition. More importantly, I have learned the vital lesson, you are what you think.


Now that I'm on board with the current of life I must move on to the next chapter: the beginning of what I've been waiting my whole life for. The dream I've been dreaming since I was old enough to care about more than napping and snacking. We're afraid to dream big, we're afraid of seeming foolish. How many people want to be president? Or a football star? Yeah kid, we've heard it all before. Those of us who have dreams of changing the world are most afraid. There's a big difference between "Oh, so you want to be a supermodel?" and "Oh, so you want to inspire a revolution?"


Fear is our worst enemy with doubt its antagonistic comrade. What's worse? Choking on a pipe dream for all the world to see, or denying the world its Martin Luther Kings? (Yeah, I said it.) Plus, in my experience, when your intuition tells you something is going to happen, it invariably does. With that being said, I would like to introduce you to Project Snowglobe:


It all started with a song. Well, to be totally accurate, it started long before, but it was the song that triggered it. This song is called Snow, you've probably heard it, it's by The Red Hot Chili Peppers. An unfortunate amount of people think this song is about cocaine; I'll agree to disagree. Now, if you've ever played in the snow as a child, you know it possess a literally magical quality. You'll also know that it's capable of stopping the daily grind in its tracks and enveloping everything in a virginally white peace.


You can picture it in your head, how the cold numbs your extremities and you become very self aware. The snow muffles all distant noises and amplifies the sound of your own footsteps; you can see your breath: a thick fog on the air. You close your eyes, you go inward to your stilling mind. Time is frozen in the ice; for this brief moment, nothing matters.


It is precisely this feeling I believe to be captured and lyrically expanded upon in the so aptly named song, Snow. And it is this feeling I would like to preserve in my mind, and find a way to teach others to do the same. This brings me to my next point, a perfect example of my aspirations. There is a man by the name of John C. Parkin; this man held a very similar goal. He has achieved it to some extent. John Parkin is the author of a book titled: F**k it- The Ultimate Spiritual Way. Let me copy and paste a description posted on his site- http:/thefuckitway.com.


Saying ‘Fuck It’ is like massage for the mind –
Relaxing you, releasing tension, giving up on things that aren’t working.
John C. Parkin argues that saying Fuck It is a spiritual act:
That it is the perfect western expression of the eastern ideas of letting go, giving up and finding real freedom by realizing that things don’t matter so much (if at all).

This is The Fuck It Way.

It works very simply: if you’re feeling stressed about something, say Fuck It… you feel instantly better.

I'm sure a thousand people would tell me, "Easier said than done." That's where I would say, stop right there. That phrase in itself is an example of why this concept seems so difficult for you. It's all about what you tell yourself. You are the only person in this world who can validate or invalidate something for yourself. The importance of anything is assigned by you. Even if you believe the world is truly random, and thoughts have no external power; you will have to agree that the way we react to and view things is completely within our own control. Though, admittedly, it requires a high degree of self awareness, and even, to some extent, self discipline.

About a year ago a life altering event rolled into my world. At first blush it seemed absolutely devastating, even life ending. I doubted whether I would survive. But god dammit, I did survive. In fact I thrived. And I continue to thrive; at the tail end of what is supposed to have been the most heart wrenching thing in my life so far. It is this journey I have taken which has allowed me to acquire the self awareness and self discipline. The very things required to come out of this with a smile on my face and hope for the future. Now my most passionately burning desire is to bring this ability to the masses, in a less traumatic form. I hope you're beginning to picture the concept I'm illustrating.

Project Snowglobe, a band, a book, a movie... A revolution. This is my dream in a sentence. When Project Snowglobe first fell into my head, I thought it would be a book. I tried to write about the transformation of three or four different people whose lives were all stalked by varying degrees of difficulty; a man whose office job was his life, think Office Space. A girl, pregnant, young, and homeless. A single father supporting two children with no high school degree. An abused woman. I would write of how the world would be taken over by the biggest blizzard in the history of mankind, and how it lead society to realize the great unimportance of everything they once thought to be their very worlds. A grand metaphor.

A few weeks into it I realized I had no clue how to write this. Annoyed, I went about my life, until I watched Fight Club for a second time. My mind was pulled out of my head, and the ending song cemented the feeling. Instantly I got the idea of a group of people (slightly similar to Project Mayhem, though significantly less destructive) just as blissfully out of their minds as I felt at that moment, working to spread this state of mind to the world. At an almost rapid speed all the ideas began to form. A band. Four members, each representing a typical member of society. A working man. A housewife. A schoolgirl. A schoolboy. All out of their minds, and representing the rejection of the American Dream. Or at least the perceived importance of it. The importance which pressures us into misery; misery can be conquered by will alone, and we're out to prove it.

There is so much more to come. So keep your eyes and ears open. And by the way, who are we? We are The Domestics.