Sam's New Year Party

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: 2007 ## 1 Sam’s New Year Party:

By: Mr. George Patnoe Jr.'s Ambidextrous Writing Brain + Mind

As Sam sat in a tv chair, watching the ending years numbers decrease second by second, he felt physically alone. Unlike those thousands of party goers whose physical bodies were rubbed up against each other on the tv’s screen, Sam could not rub his body up against anyone. He said out loud, "So this is what it fells like to get older and maybe more mature in one’s older years. But Sam felt content , ( if by content it means not needing to be around a lot of strangers), in the chair, a laptop located to the right of him on a dark wooden Chinese table, while to the left of Sam was a pearl stone with glass top coffee table. On the table were many items like some New Year’s rum in a bottle and glass, a slice of cheesecake, a few large art books, candles, a tv remote, some cheap pens and paper and other stuff. A coffee table is supposed to make a statement about the people who use the table or who lived in the house.

Sam wondered to himself, what kind of statement would his coffee table make to all of those party goers on the tv screen and moreover, what kind of statements were being made by all of those party goers at all of those New Year party, esp. if their faces was shone made their way into the lens of the tv cameras? Sam also wondered what the camera man thought when he focused his camera’s lens on the people, what did he see. Sam knew what he saw when he looked at the tv screen. He compared his younger days to his older days and then the compared his life to the lives on the tv screen.

"Hey Sam, how about another beer? "
"Why not another beer!" said even louder than the first beer.
But Sam soon found himself in trouble with the law and even with his job and even with non-drinkers. Sam needed a way out of the life of partying without being in the lens of a court room camera. The lens of a camera always seem to focus in on people’s smiles while they were happy drunk, almost never when they were sad or lonely or even suicidal.
Sam recalled how a friend once stated to him that, "The camera man only wants to see smiling faces, not sad face.."

Sam looked towards the tv as he picked up the glass with rum in it. The minutes were ticking down to the seconds as the old year began to fade out into/from the distance of time, just as Sam’s memories of being a big partyer seemed like an old personal dream which had disappeared long ago from his life. Yet, a New Year was supposed to represent a new phrase of life, a chance for new beginning, but new beginnings happen even in the middle of the year just as it did for Sam when decided to quit drinking and being a partyer.

As Sam watched the drinkers drink beer and wine and other such mind altering drinks, he realized that he did not miss any of those drinks, esp. since he had begin to practice other mind altering practices, such as prayer and dream travel and even hearing the angels speak to those people are in tune with other realms, and have left the false negative dreams behind in the dusk of nothingness. Sam’s mind wandered up beyond the dark sky to other possible worlds, even if those other possible worlds were so far out of reach of the common human being that they should not be talked about in a world where humans are killing humans for no real reason.

Sam loved planet earth, with all of its various life forms, but what would outer space living creatures think about humans who kill other humans with killing instruments, even the killing instruments of the brain’s neurons. Sam wondered about all of those people who were killing their brain’s neurons with beer and drugs, while the while believing that they are cool. On the other hand, Sam also realized that there might have been millions of people who do not drink or take drugs who felt so alone on New Year’s night while they watched the crowds of party goers.
Of course, as the minutes counted down to a New Year, Sam tried to remember when he had been transformed from a party goer to a non party goer who still went to parties anyway, and then transformed even more to a non-going partying going person altogether. A since of stillness enter into Sam’s consciousness as Sam realized that even as he felt angels in the room, looking over him, he automatically knew that being alone was not a bad situation. How many people fell that way?

Models walking on the stage do not feel alone when everyone is watching them, nor do people who are sitting in a courtroom with people obeying the court’s motions of legal activity. Of course, there are those people who are driving to visit blood relatives who are mad that they feel the need to visit people just because they have the same DNA. Sam wondered if the few people in the space station felt alone, or were they so busy working and having fun that they just did not have time to fell alone; that is, up to the moment when they have a moment or two when they can stare out of a window and look upon the rolling earth.

Now how do the human space people feel as their eye sight focuses on themselves floating up above the earth, alone; away from dirt and water and even billions of billions of people and people problems? Obviously their minds will never be the same. With every experience comes a new perspective which so naturally changes the mind, changes what they are conscious of as conscious human being, creatures of the universe. Maybe they feel like they no longer need a party or to drink beer or take drugs for escapism. In short, maybe they no longer need people because as they float up in space, they somehow realize that they might not return to earth because of a fiery accident or maybe their space ship might leak all of the oxygen, or whatever the cause for dying up in space, away from planet earth.

Sam’s mind returned to earth as he immediately realized that if a drunk died in a fiery car cash, their minds would not be located on earth either because their minds would be so buzzed that they would not realize where they were, not to mention being so buzzed as to not realize that they are even a conscious creature. Maybe that could be a new definition of death - if you are so drunk or drugged up to be unaware of your human self or aware of your own consciousness, you are in a real way, already dead; unless if you snap out of being drunk or unconscious afterwards.
Sam looked back at the tv screen, realizing that after these thoughtful concepts, he considered that many if not most of the people on the tv set were dying just as they were losing their sane consciousness to a drunken consciousness. Sam laughed out loud, but then he became sad because he realized how many people were trying to be social so as not to be alone, when in fact they were practicing a death drink as they drunk they way into a New Year. Sam had no objection to a social drunk, esp. since he was holding a glass of rum in his own hand. But he long ago made a promise to himself that he would never get drunk again.

Sam also realized that it had been thirty years since he had taken any drugs such as speed or marijuana or crack or other such drugs. Thirty years of no smoking or popping speed pills or even one hit of LSD, into the brain of Sam. Sam realized that just because he had emptied drugs from his brain, his brain was still working on a higher level without the drugs. Instead of taking drugs, Sam took the drug of metaphysics; meta meaning above, above physics or the realm which the brain seems to see. Sam had come to realize that there was a sense of escapism which consisted of looking past what the limited brain saw with limited eyes and heard with limited hears. Even as the brain still had to operate on a seemingly material level, the brain somehow escaped from itself to reflect on realms far above its own comprehension.

Sam knew that there were other people watching tv who also had matured enough to be alone, even if they were partyers in their younger days. Sam also knew that there were some people who had never partied, but had escaped from the material sense of their material self-hood to realize their higher sense of their spiritual self-hood which would be reflected in the human as leaving the drugs and beer behind. The ball started its long descent down to the crowd and people started counting off the numbers to the last seconds of the year. Sam wondered how one minute could seem to speed up just because a glass lighted ball was falling steadily downward to the ground. Was that an illusion too?

So many illusions to choose from when the brain was looking at the world, even the world of the tv screen’s display of a New Year. For many people, the New Year really started a new year of taxation, but for the others who did not pay taxes to the government, the New Year night was just an excuse to party, to waste the night away a good night. A few of those people might end up in a drunken car accident, causing death or injury to innocent people. If the drinkers were not conscious of the life around them when they hit a car or person, they might not ever feel guilty for the harm they caused to another human being, a human being who might have changed their world if in fact they were in perfect operating status.

Sam had remembered how he felt when he walked into a brain injury group meeting long, long ago. Sam can still see the scene before his eyes, young and old people in wheelchairs, because they could not walk because they were hit by a car that was being driven by a drunken driver. People whose lives had been changed because of a senseless mind who cared not for life or even for death. When people have to hang between life and death in a state of dismay because a drunk driver hit them with a ton of moving steel, Sam had hoped that those people had a mind that could see and hear and sense other worlds beyond the so-called material universe. If a person was stuck in a wheel chair forever, maybe their minds actually were forced to travel to other mental states than if they could freely move their material bodies. Sam wondered if, by forcing the body to remain constantly still, the mind would be forced to move into different states of consciousness than it might otherwise might if the mind was trapped into believing that the body was the only reality there was as their selfhood. Sam did not know if that possibility was true or not, but maybe so.

People were making such a big deal about each new year, but Sam thought to himself, "for some people, it did not matter, so they went to bed to sleep early, missing out on the ball’s descent to the last seconds of the New Year. Somehow, these people had come to some realization that the year’s number being added by one was not a big deal. Why did these people feel this way? Maybe because at every new year, the tv just showed the newest young people who believed that the party and the money was all worth it. Sam used to think that way too, that money was the only reason worth living for. But money is not God.

Sam thought about all of the trillions upon trillions of dollars that exchanged "hands" one way or another each and everyday over the whole globe. Yet, how many humans would kill another human for money? Sam wondered about those people who spent money on the drugs that would kill neurons in their brains and maybe would even kill the person taking the drugs. As one homeless druggie once stated to Sam, "Having to much money can get me into trouble." Sam laughed at this homeless person as he rode away on his mountain bike. A statement from a homeless person that same would never forget.

After all, how much money would it take for a homeless person to get into trouble with, when after he gets a few dollars, he then gets into trouble? But if the homeless person does not spend the few dollars correctly, he would get into trouble, for sure. To buy a book that would at least inform the homeless person, or to buy drugs that would mess up and destroy the homeless person’s brain’s neurons. But even the homeless person knew that he might make the wrong decision if he was in the wrong state of mind when he was given a few dollars. / But even the homeless person knew that he might make the wrong decision with a few dollars if he was in the wrong state of mind.

Sam wondered if all of those partying people would regret wasting money and time after they left the New Year’s celebration? Sam remembered how many times he had wonderingly regretted wasting time with "senseless" party people when he could have been spending positive quality time with un-partying people. And all that wasted money. Sam wondered what his life would have been like if the had spent more time with the un-partying people, like book readers and thinkers. Sam wondered how many books he could have bought with the wasted drug money and how much time was wasted by frying his brain’s neurons instead using his time wisely reading all of those books that he could have bought with the money.

Sam had began to realize how lucky he was, living in an age and in a country called America that would allow him to buy and read as many books as he could possibility buy and read with the time he had been given from birth. Sam began to think that maybe a great sin was being committed by all of the people that were frying the brains with drugs of any kind when after millions of years of human brain evolution, each conscious brain step should be a forward step to new and higher levels, even within the material brain, instead of destroying the millions of years old brain with drugs and beer and all of the negative stuff that dump people were putting into their bodies and into their brains.

Sure, thought Sam, it was ok to celebrate the New Year, but why not celebrate it without taking drugs and drinking beer and making a complete fool of themselves. Instead of celebrating the year 2007, why not celebrate the year, 1,000,000,000 or maybe the year 100,000,000 or maybe the year 700,000,000. In other words, why not celebrate the present day and the future by celebrating the millions of life on earth and by celebrating the billions of years of the present cosmic universe of our current space-energy-time dimension that we currently live in.

In a sense, it seemed like the slowing falling New Year lighted and glowing ball represented the slow decline of the human race instead of the celebration of the New Year. If the New Year owned only a bunch of billions of lost and confuse people, who were only destroying not only their own brain waves, but even the planet earth with all of the problematic lively issues that humans were creating for themselves. Sam had bet that some and maybe most of the world’s leaders who were now watching the partying humans were also watching the earth in a global watchtower, knowing that even as huge world leaders, they could not control every human being, even if they were destroying their brains and their bodies and even the earth itself.

Sam suddenly realized that some of the world leaders might have prayed every now and then that if, a big if, if all of the billions of people on earth would stop destroying their own brains and bodies and even destroying each other with methods and weapons of war, and even destroying the only planet that was meant for humans, that if every individual started to take even small steps to control their own decision making processes for the good instead for the evil, then billions of humans making the correct decisions would add up to no more war, less pollution, less hospitals, less death, and even less money problems. But then again, maybe some leaders like the world just as it is because if everyone acted as all good humans should like, they might not need leaders to solve problems because the world’s problems would decrease, which would lead to a decrease of government jobs.

Sam often wondered about the future human race. Say one thousand or ten thousand years from the time the big glowing New Year ball touched the ground. Would every human be completely hairless and would the human race have reached a level of spirituality that would cause no more war and senseless killing among each other? And would the human race have cleaned up the earth and the earth’s water and air because they realized that they needed to respect the planet as a living creature which it is, as the American Indians stated in one form or another not so long ago?

Or would the 3007 or the 13007 human race be as dumb and stupid as it is now. Would the human race have learned that frying their brains on drugs and beer, etc. would lead to a slow mental and bodily destruction? Or would the human race have learned sometime after 2007 that frying the millions of years old brain was just a really stupid thing to do?

The second numbers dropped as the party goers yelled and cheered about the new year, but Sam would bet they were not even planning for the next year not to mention the future thousand or ten thousand years. Sure thought Sam, it was ok to party and to celebrate the New Year, and why not when the old year was gone and a New Year was upon all people on planet year. But Sam thought that it would be nice if the New Year bought a new human race; a human race that did fry their millions of years old brain and a human race that did not hate and kill each other as much as they do now, especially over a primitive religion that was already thousands of years to old.

What was needed for 2007 and for the future years was a new religion without a magical human god up above the sky somewhere, but a spiritual god called Love that never wanted humans to hate each other and then to kill each other in the name of a false god. A real God for a real human future is what was needed, instead of people walking into a church to pray for world peace when world peace needed to be in the hearts of all men at all times. When the human animal was overcome by the spiritual human or when the spiritual self hood destroyed the animal in the human.

But even the animals were not as bad as some humans when it came to being evil, nor could animals be as good as some humans when it came to being good. So it seemed as humans had to choose between being either really humanly spiritual or really sub-animal, especially when it came to sex, hate, and killing. As the ball dropped down from 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, the fireworks sparkled in the sky, and the old year was gone, except in the memories of the families of war who had lost loved ones, or who had loved ones wounded in battle. Blood is red all over the world!

Sam picked up his small clear glass of rum, looked up in the air and said to God and the angels, "Thanks for another year." One or two sips was all he needed as he watched the fireworks. Sam could not resist eating some more chocolate ice cream and some cheese cake. Spring would soon be arriving and Sam knew he would be jogging again to burn off the fat. That seemed to be easier than fixing people’s fried brains and their old concepts of religion. The fireworks were cool, but Sam remembered traveling to them also. Now, even the fireworks seemed a bit boring.

What was the fuss was all about, but then again, when a person is young, the world’s foolishness seem to be a state of glory. But when one stops worshiping the world’s money and other material idols, even the world’s fireworks for the New Year become boring. Some glitter with a bang!