The Force Awakens - Theories and Back Stories of Rey

If you haven't seen The Force Awakens, you have been warned.

In the movie, where Rey grasps Luke's light-saber and has the vision, both Yoda and Ben Kenobi are either talking to her, or she is hearing memories of Luke's...

However... Ben Kenobi speaks directly to Rey, after the visions of her childhood life and glimpses into the future, saying

"Rey.... these are your first steps." It is just a whisper, and I didn't catch it until I started watching the movie with subtitles. And the subtitles clearly show: Kenobi: "Rey... these are your first steps."

So what does this mean? I think it means that as a child, Rey was taught by Luke Skywalker. Ben Solo was also a part of that group, though he would have been much older, and the top student of Skywalker. Ben kills the other students, when Skywalker isn't present, and Rey is somehow saved.

Prior to Skywalker going missing, Rey's memories of her being a Padawan, and her knowledge of her abilities with the force are wiped. This could have happened after the massacre, next to a fire, with R2-D2 and Luke. There is a two second scene of just this in the movie. Why is it there otherwise?

Why else can she fly a ship she has never flown before, in ways she has never flown before - the GARBAGE ship a.k.a Millennium Falcon to be exact? Why else can speak droid, understand Chewy, and have sudden proficiency in the force, enough to hold her own against Kylo Ren - who by the way held a blaster shot in mid air, like he just don't care.

Rey, was trained in the ways of the force as a child. Her memories were wiped. The resurfacing of those memories and abilities leads to the title of the movie

---The Force AWAKENS ---

How much for your Dreams?

This post will be slightly different than others that I have written in the past.

I have been negligent of writing and of tending to my creative abilities as of late. Schooling, new jobs, house hunting, and other hobbies have all seemed to take precedent over writing...

a grievous sin, of which I am well aware, but bear with me...

Someone once asked me, in a small coffee and sandwich shop, what my dream was. He asked me, what gets me going in the morning, more than anything, what is it I want to strive towards. I answered, and shared with him something that perhaps he wasnt expecting.

And now, thinking back on that memory, looking back on the past few years, with everything that has gone on, I begin to understand the phrase

make time...

There is only so much mental energy,  and prioritization needs to be done. Thank god for chocolate and protein shakes.

Are my dreams still important to me? Have I sold out for an easy living? I don't think so.

I could say that I have been telling myself stories of self deprecation and fear mongering, but that wouldn't be true. The truth of these past couple years, with all of their ups and downs, is this.

I haven't loved writing as much as I used to in times past. The addiction isn't there anymore, yet even this blog is evidence of its resurgence. HA!

No, that isnt it either.

I simply haven't made time. I have been making excuses not to write. I figured that if I have time to write, I have time to do other things... house chores, my thesis, get dinner ready.

I simply need to MAKE TIME.

A line from the band COLORS, keeps playing over and over in my head. The song is called Soledad, and it has a lot of meaning to me (you can read the lyrics at http://www.azchords.com/c/colors-tabs-6243/soledad-tabs-103479.html).

One particular line is this:

Every now and again, somebody is going to say, "How much for your dreams? Tell me, what can I pay?"

How cheaply do we sell away our dreams? How short do we sell ourselves in our day to day activities? How often would some of us (raises hand) binge out on a favorite series, realizing later that those hours could have been spent refining talents and capabilities?

I need to MAKE TIME to write and get back into this.

Forgiven?

Forgiven?

the past is cement,

cracked, broken, and remaining

the memories, the pain and regret

the longing for wholeness,

for what once was and now isn’t

Oh fool I am, ignorant and unyielding

Could you ever forgive me?

Could things ever go back to as they were?

I have no right to ask you,

but I do,

Will you forgive me?

Time to Break

TIME
Time to break free from the mold of this osmotic generation. They give themselves to an undulating flow, easily seen, easily judged, easily influenced, Lemmings with their heads held low, Pride held high.
Discontigent from their predecessors, yet contingent upon their success. Trivialized by the old guard – professional reticulations -- they oscillate with need, regret, fear, honor, anger, and frustration. And the lemmings live up to their name.

I must break free.

I will break free.

Moments of clairvoyance, moments of clarity, moments of truth realized. That comment vocalized, then thoughtlessly flicked, dismissed like a pesky gnat.

An oracle.

I must break free.

Moon’s light dilution through misty night

Moon’s light dilution through misty night
Harbor regret, pain, and fright
Clicking footsteps on cobblestone
Nearer death comes, chilling the bone

Moon’s light dilution through misty morn
Blood on the threshold, a lover’s scorn
Carriage and horse, wisped alight
Death has come and made right

Moon’s light dilution through rainy sky
A lover’s revenge, an unheard cry,
Blood on the mantle, blood at the door,
A heart once cheated, hardened forever more.

Moon’s light dilution through misty night

Here Lieth the Con of the Millennial

A father once told his child that he could do anything he wanted, that he was smart, that he was talented, that he was unstoppable, that his dreams and passions could come true if all he did was reach for them.

But when we have thousands upon thousands of dreams to choose from, we freeze. We spend our time searching for what will make us happy, when in actuality it is us who have to make us happy.

A father once told himself that “this life isn’t the life I want” and repeated it over and over until he believed it was true, until it became a part of him. He spent his life searching for something, someone, some situation that would make his life happy, never realizing that it was within his own capacity to make himself happy.

And that small part of him… that small voice that screamed “You can do better than this” was passed down to his son. The trait of wandering for happiness was passed to the next generation, and it met with another voice it did not entirely expect.

Another voice calls up from the gut, a drive to be better, a drive to succeed, and with that drive came an added perspective – clairvoyance. The next generation could now see what others missed. Not in terms of being a great detective, but seeing things for as they really are. The next generation looks into working America, corporate America, where people busy themselves with chasing "the dream", chained to a device, chained to someone's will for hours on end, and hears the excuse that “this is how life is”.

This is not my life – the one side says.

Then what is? – asks the other.

Like a dog chasing its tail, the next generation spins madly, constantly wanting to search for something better, some opportunity to be successful, to have the life he has always wanted, yet never knowing what that life is.

Is he destined to madness? Should his mind be broken and succumb to the dark and dreary world of submission and invisible cages?

Here lieth the con of the millennial generation.

We blame the priors for problems of our present, yet do nothing to fix them.

Here lieth the question to the priors. How can we with what was left to us?

And we have come full circle.

The solution is there in front of us, waiting for us to reach out and take it.

The way will be clear in time.

Because of Him

Recently, a friend of mine had a tragedy in her family. I am sure that there are thousands of others who are in the same boat, when a loved one is soon gone from us.

On this special day, I would like to share a brief thought about Christ, His resurrection, and what it means to me.

As in Adam, all are dead, in Christ, all are made alive. It is because of his resurrection and grace that death is not the end. No matter how long the agony holds, or how cold the despair may seem, I can take courage and light in the fact that those who are dear to us, and departed from us, await eagerly for us to be together again. It will be in those moments, when our spirits will be reunited with our bodies, and the pains, sorrows, and sicknesses will disperse as the morning dew on a summer day.

Christ is the resurrection and the life. The tomb is empty and he is risen.

http://easter.mormon.org/



Jesus is the Son of God, our Savior and Redeemer. Because of Him, death is not the end, and life takes on new meaning. We can change, we can start over—and we can live again with God. This Easter, celebrate His life and discover all that’s possible because of Him.

Happy Easter and God Bless