Ziv's Illuminated Works

Waiting with the traveler for my ship to come in. Chillin' in Ephrata, WA. Ziv_mobile

Where is the boundary between the inertia of our biological processes and our choices of freewill? Does our choosing something change the probabilities of a certain outcome that is inline with our will? Or is the choice itself an illusion created by multiple layers of complex processes that are each simply following the shortest paths of least resistance? Ziv_mobile

"La Cucaracha!" Testing the hat's ability to make me look cool. Well, I am not sure it worked. http://www.lacucaracha.com/ -Ziv

Delicious dinner at El Lenador.

The beach from the restaurant at Kino Bay (Bahia Kino). Nice!

My favorite pizza and wings place in the US. Nino's pizza and wings. 5800 W. Peoria in Glendale, AZ 623.878.7777

Thanks for the cool pool G&B!

Solar Death Ray Heh... YESSSSSSSSS! -Ziv

Here is a beautiful little prayer I think of before traveling. First in English and then Trasliterated Hebrew, then in Hebrew Text. May it be Your will, Adonai, My God and God of my ancestors, to lead me, to direct my steps, and to support me in peace. Lead me in life, tranquil and serene, until I arrive at where I am going. Deliver me from every enemy, ambush and hurt that I might encounter on the way and from all afflictions that visit and trouble the world. Bless the work of my hands. Let me receive divine grace and those loving acts of kindness and mercy in Your eyes and in the eyes of all those I encounter. Listen to the voice of my appeal, for you are a God who responds to prayerful supplication. Praised are you, Adonai, who responds to prayer. Here Ye-hi ra-tson mi-l'fa-ne-cha, A-do-nai e-lo-hei-nu vei-lo-hei a-vo-tei-nu, she-to-li-chei-nu l'sha-lom, v'ta-tsi-dei-nu l'sha-lom, v'tad-ri-chei-nu l'sha-lom, v'ta-gi-ei-nu lim-choz chef-tsei-nu, l'c

Well, I leave at 6AM for Charlotte, NC. From PDX to Dallas / Fort Worth 1 hour there and then off to NC. I am hoping for a good week and cooperative technology. -Ziv

What do you do during many hours sipping the juice of ground beans at the local coffee shop? One suggestion is to channel the caffeine buzz into co-op fantasy art drawing with the Barista. Look at the bottom of the image after my name to see the tragic part. She spent like 3 hours shading the upper bricks. :^) (Napoleon reference) You should have been there for the Liger drawing competition, it was intense. Thanks Casin! -Ziv

I have been asked about the Rune and what it means, and after a bit of online research I found out quite a few interesting things. Before this search, I knew it meant "safehaven" or "protection". There are some interesting things to interpret from it's meaning and my use of it. Seems the Dark Lord was a guardian/protector... and one of my favorite finds during this search for the meaning was the following bit of inspiration that is from the www.tarahill.com site. You will also see this below, but I wanted to put it here too for emphasis. "In terms of the journey, we have passed through death and rebirth, and must now face the Guardian before returning to our world. It is he who charges us to use our new-found power wisely. The person can no longer be simply concerned with their own personal development, but must now consider the effect that their actions may have on others. This is a crucial turning point, and the person will either choose to adopt a syste

Vintage horror... Boo. :^)

It has been a long time since I heard this track, but I was reminded of it today and so I found a tool lyrics page and looked it up. I remember the first time I heard this... I was in high school, and I used to go to sleep with headphones on listening to a CD. The CD was Undertow by Tool, and as you may or may not know, track 69 is a "hidden" track on the disc. So the last song plays then silence for a while... then this song startles me back awake just as I began to drift off to sleep. As I listened it became one of my favorites. Below is the first part of the track, copied from: http://toolshed.down.net/lyrics/undertowmaster.html "And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own Midwest . And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fe

. This says "Gromit" which is my Black and Silver Miniature Schnauzer's name. I dedicated my first hand painted version to him. The black is the smooth shaved parts after his grooming, the gray part is the hairy legs.

Dear god Janus, It is comforting to know that the feeling symbolized in the god Janus is not new to humanity. Facing in different directions at the same time. past / future, young / old, winter / spring, transition... I am feeling like you lately, facing where I have been while looking to the future. The question I would like to ask is... Are you always like that, constantly split, or do you ever get to look in one direction and devote yourself to it? It seems to me that you cannot devote yourself to one direction, unless you were to cut off one of your faces. This would of course change who you are, and leave you disfigured and unrecognizable as your former self. But is that a bad thing? Would the disfigurement make you more beautiful in other ways? Hey Janus, if you are out there, any advice would be welcome. -Ziv http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janus_%28mythology%29 http://www.livius.org/ja-jn/janus/janus.html http://encyclopedia.laborlawtalk.com/Janus_(mythology)

. I have been working on a form of artistic encoded information transfer. Each of these images contains a word, that has been converted from ASCII to binary and then used as the foundation template for the resulting image. I use colors and the form to try to communicate the word and a feeling of it. Here is how I do it. "Ziv Art" :^) In a computer simple text is in a format called ASCII, and in ASCII each letter is made from 8 bits (1 or 0), or one byte. For example the ASCII letter "L" is actually made from 8 1's and 0's in the following order: 01001100. I took the word "Love" and converted it into binary code. So each row of 1's and 0's is a single letter. Like this: L = 01001100 o = 01101111 v = 01110110 e = 01100101 Then, I used this pattern of 1 and 0 as the basic form of the painting. In this image, there are four lines of numbers, one for each letter of the word, and eight numbers across. Then I paint all the 1's one color and

Look to many happy days full of it.

All the bleeding holes in the blue nothing of a life alone.

From the heart.

Love is right there if you know what to look for.

April Fool's has gone and past, and I may be the fool at last. Seems like just when you got things figured out you realize it was folly. Would be nice to know up front before things get difficult. On the bright side of the day, Google Gulp was funny... http://www.google.com/googlegulp/ -Ziv

Besides the value of human order and unification, is there a higher purpose served? It started with the denial on my part to accept Jesus as G-d in human form. I have been told that G-d came and dwelt among mankind in the form of a man, and was tortured and murdered by humans, so that humans could be free from the punishments they deserved after they die, for the wrong things they do on earth. I asked, why does this G-d not just reveal himself in his true form to each one of us directly and obviously. To remove all doubt and questions to what it is and what he expects from us. This would eliminate all the warring and killings in the world over religious disagreements and since he is omnipresent he could work with each one of us individually, giving us perfect advice and to help us become the best possible human we can be during our time on earth. I was told that if G-d were to show us his pure form, that we would become like robots, unable to maintain our freewill and ability to chose

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -Macbeth (Bill S.) Thou shalt hear my roar!!! -Ziv

No flesh no form the mind free to roam. The brain only a byproduct of the organization of the soul. The greymatter forms first by the intention stored in DNA then modified by the watching controller given charge of it's fate, buried within the shell of quarks. We are the bosons delicately directing the movements of matter. Light is the limit but only for matter. E=mc^2 is the law that the soul with dreams can break. Speeding past time, then looking back at it and watching it unfold. Eyes and mind are processing the images as the soul leads the action. The movement of matter is the wake of intention moving through the sea of possibilities. Thought leads action and the transmission of dream's intent to the quantum sea then into matter forming reality. Like a ship slicing water, the path is seen in the arrowhead always pointing to the creator of it's shape. We are only a sea of probability, the location of me is the product of the path of my intentions. Intention leads matter

Let there be light... That was a joke, below is the verse. Cut Off and Back Again, a thumb-tip's tale... I cut off the very tip of my left thumb tonight. It did not hurt as much as I would have expected. I figuratively cut off a piece of my heart once, and that hurt soul deep. I AM... that is the truth, it seems I always have been since time began. Sure, maybe not in this current form, this monster organic machine I call "me". But, connected to it since there was "it" to connect to... spread out over time and space. I see that I am a part of the "Way", in the Taoist sense of the word. The universe congregating in my body and brain so that it can look back on itself and say... GREAT, NOW LOOK WHAT I HAVE DONE! ----- I've been White Rabbit rushing to my last day, and am only now beginning to see what the pocket watch has been telling me. It says to me... do you see my smallest hand, it shows you the thing of most importance. It shows that there is no

We are the product of our path though the universe. The sum total of the life we have lived to each moment. The stream of events and interactions of our entity with the universe. We are confronted with little decisions every moment, one could say that life is a continuous decision. The persistent choice. These little decisions lead to other little decisions leading to others and so on. Our path started before we were conceived and the effects of our path will linger on even after our bodies have dissolved. We are sensory creatures, we experience the world around us with limited capabilities. Our eyes only detect a certain wavelength of radiant energy. Our ears only tell our brain about a certain range frequencies. Our touch has a minimum resolution. Then we have a range of detection of events, we only can know what we can bring into our minds from the sensory systems. You tell me something, but you are on the moon, odds are I won't hear it. And if I don't hear it, I won'

Do we dare say that the moon is two pieces? The light part and the dark part? To do so would make a person look to be a fool. Everyone knows that the Moon is one entity and it's relationship to the light that creates the apparent division. We look at our self and see two (or more) parts, separate pieces that stand alone, a light side and a dark side, the funny and the serious, the virgin and the whore. The truth is that the division is just an illusion, a construct of our unwillingness to intergrate it all into one. It is a trick of the light of our minds. Also powerful, is the reinforcement for this behavior we get from society. Only acceptable if we act not as we truly are, but only what the time and place will allow us to be without pain of punishment in all its ugly forms. What would happen if we saw everything as it is... One complete and undivided unity of energy. With little ripples and eddies that make up more influential parts of space in time. We are a swirlin

If there is one human, then there is no interference. Each movement of the mind and body create ripples of effects that move away with diminishing energy as the move throughout the medium of space and time. Add another soul to the cosmic energy pool and now interference patterns emerge. The cause has an effect and the impact is felt by the other. Maybe the distance makes it so slight that it may not exist, but maybe when brought together the patterns are so strong and so new that the two can spend their lives discovering the ever changing patterns that manifest as each one acts independently. Blow this up to an infinite number of souls all acting at their own will. White noise, chaos, it all is there from discrete sources, but the total pattern is nothing that can be predicted or even evaluated.

Today I saw the wave, it was a slow moving rise in the ocean. As it approached, I could feel the water pull toward it, like a massive breath in. Then the swell, it was incredible, from low to high, the power was impressive... I am watching the life of a soul drawn in to its own rhythm. Breathe in... Breathe out, it is such a simple concept but at the same time such a powerful and critical pattern. So here I breathe, as my soul crashes upon the shore. I am the wave, I am the ocean, I am the rhythm of life. The patterns of survival. It is all here and at the same time, everywhere. What should I say, is it contrary to the natural patterns to want more? To seek the truth of the patterns. To find the source of the pain. All I want is a day filled with light, to have the clouds not rain down on me, but to feel the warm sun on my shoulders. The light of the star telling me it is okay, that I can move on and that tomorrow will be brighter than today. It is too much to ask? H

Here I sit, in peace. Surrounded by the shards of my broken illusions. I don’t know everything, but I do know all. All is one in motion… The water is the cloud, the cloud is the rain, the rain is the stream, the stream is the river, the river is the ocean, the ocean is the cloud and the cloud is water. I am stardust, I am a single cell, I am a baby, I am a child, I am a youth, I am an adolescent, I am an adult, I am elderly, I am stardust. Reality is transition, it is the Delta. I am “Delta Stardust” in the behavior of the dust I find myself. Without the transition, I am not. I used to fear what was to come, the next instant in time was a terror in the back of my mind. We felt it more as children, the boogey man of reality under our beds. The constant anticipation of the nightmare, that waits for us in the next moment. Now I know that there is nothing to fear, that things are unfolding as they have been since before matter formed. It is a flow of energy,

The earth has been spinning on it's axis for as long as I can remember... (3 decades). Things have been becoming what they are for millions of years. Yet, when the asteroid hits, they will say it happened today. To that I will laugh, and say, You short sighted fools, it happened at the big bang, you just now noticed it. Is there choice or has it all been evolving from the rules of the universe since the rules began. I look to the people with short sighted natures, who like to believe that they have some great cosmic role to play. I look to them to enhance my illusion. I want to believe they are right. But here I am, on this crazy hunk of fermions, zinging through space, on a course that only the rules know. Finding myself responsible for my effects. What a joke, the cosmic joke, you don't even know the process for digesting your own food, yet you are supposed to be responsible for your actions. You are a monkey... blind to the truth of the universe and acting l