The doggy and the white out

A few month’s ago, I was traveling the “haunted highway” 152. As I ascended up a steep hill, we entered thick low cloud that seated itself comfortably on the green rolling hills. …

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The doggy and the white out

A few month’s ago, I was traveling the “haunted highway” 152. As I ascended up a steep hill, we entered thick low cloud that seated itself comfortably on the green rolling hills. I could not see for more than 2 feet in front of my car. I had to stop. I was stuck in a WHITE OUT. The CHP were on every side of us announcing by megaphone that all cars must stop. I stepped out of my car. I looked around. We were surrounded by walls of thick white. I thought I was at a Utah Jazz home game. Hundreds of cars were in front of me , with hundreds more behind me. It was like a spooky scene out of THE SHINING. You could not even see your hand if you positioned it in front of your face. Everyone turned their cars and music off. Suddenly a woman started shouting for her minitaure Schnauzer named SUNNY. ” Help!” she cried. ” My dog jumped out and I can’t find her. HELP” Her voice rattled me, because it sounded familiar, as if my spirit knew her.
” What kind of dog is it?” Yelled someone.
” She is a white miniature Schnauzer! Her name is SUNNY, and she is white! SUNNY! SUNNY!|
” How the hell we gonna find a damn white dog in this spooky cloud!” Yelled another man.
” Does the dog have a name tag on it’s collar” a woman shouted. Maybe we can hear your dog?”
” NO! ” yelled the dog owner. ” She lost her dog id tag when we were in SF. And there is a cliff to the right, and I don’t want her to fall off the cliff. Please someone help me? SUNNY!”
” Hell no. I’m not gonna fall off some damn cliff looking for an invisible dog” yelled the grumpy man.
Everyone shouted messages of helpfulness. ” I’ll help” shouted one woman. ” I”l help too!” Yelled an elderly man.
” Don’t worry! We will find your dog!” Yelled a teen age girl. None of us could see each other, and the ominous cloud seemed to thicken.
” We ain’t gonna find no white dog in a white out.” Yelled the grumpy man.
Suddenly we heard a doggy whimper.
” Hey! I heard a dog whine. ” I yelled.
Several of us moved slowly in the direction of the dog whimper.
I bumped into two people and we quickly greeted each other. One was a field worker from Mexico, another was a Doctor from Bakersfield. We all held hands to create a gentle net. We were approaching the doggy whimper , when suddenly a woman, sung in an operatic voice ” I FOUND YOUR DOG! I FOUND SUNNY!” Everyone started
APPLAUDING and CHEERING. When we made contact with the woman who found the dog, we asked her if she was a professional singer. ” Yes, she replied, I am an Opera Singer in Europe. ” The woman who owned SUNNY started panicking.
” I can’t find you! Where are you! I can’t see. ” The Opera Singer, began singing an aria so that the dog owner could find her.
” Keep singing! I am close to you! ”
Finally the woman found us.. She quickly grabbed Sunny whose tail was wagging like there was no tomorrow.” The cloud began to lift and everyone surrounded the woman and her dog. Happy that they were reunited. I stepped towards the woman who owned the dog, and as the cloud dissipated I realized it was a fellow USC Alum, Laura. During my first year in film school I was short on tuition and she secretly paid my tuition so that I could stay in film school. I offered to pay her back when my scholarship check came in late , but she would not take it. I did not bond with many people while attending film school, but Laura and I bonded the minute we met. We embraced and exchanged phone numbers. I have tried to locate her over the last 5 years, but she relocated to NY. In any case. This story for me, is a metaphor for what most Americans are going through. We are stuck in a zone of uncertainty. We cannot see what is going to happen tomorrow. And in this moment we need each other. We need to work together and not allow our country to become lost, or go over the cliff. For me the dog represents American core values which we are determined to take back and protect. Continue reading

Dear President Obama

Alex C. Muñoz

Dear President Obama, I still remember coming home from a full day of filming and turning on the TV. I was gripped by disbelief as I watched you and Michelle slow dance , while Beyonce sung ” AT LAST.” I got teary eyed, and every cell of my body was full of euphoric excitement. . I remember a CNN reporter cutting to Spike Lee asking him how he felt about that moment, to which he replied. “Only in America. Yup, Only in America. ” Tomorrow I will again, be gripped by disbelief but in a very different way. For weeks after the election I asked myself . ” Is this really happening?” Well I have, since then escaped my denial. I can go on and on about your many significant accomplishments. Several of them deserve praise and applause. There was not one terrorist attack under your watch. You kept us…

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Dear President Obama

Dear President Obama, I still remember coming home from a full day of filming and turning on the TV. I was gripped by disbelief as I watched you and Michelle slow dance , while Beyonce sung ” AT LAST.” I got teary eyed, and every cell of my body was full of euphoric excitement. . I remember a CNN reporter cutting to Spike Lee asking him how he felt about that moment, to which he replied. “Only in America. Yup, Only in America. ” Tomorrow I will again, be gripped by disbelief but in a very different way. For weeks after the election I asked myself . ” Is this really happening?” Well I have, since then escaped my denial. I can go on and on about your many significant accomplishments. Several of them deserve praise and applause. There was not one terrorist attack under your watch. You kept us safe, as you promised. You are the only US President to insure that all Americans have fair access to affordable health insurance. Under your guidance the Supreme Court passed marriage rights for the LGBT Community. You have provided new and broader resources for Native Americans. Buttressing them like no other President in my life time. And you got Bin Laden. You got him. That took courage and disciplined precision. Not to mention , you turned our stagnant economy around. I had 8 friends and family members who were unemployed in 2007, they are all now full time employees. But for me , your legacy, resonates in my heart on a much deeper and more personal level. I am an eye and ear witness to the transformative power inspired by your philosophical approach to humanity. Since 2003 I have been teaching filmmaking to incarcerated youth. After you became president in 2008, I began seeing a flicker of light , and a sliver of hope in the eyes of not only young black men, but also young latino men. In fact all young men of color who I encountered in youth corrections facilities were transformed your rise and triumph. I should mention too, that the young men I worked with in Hawaii and Guam were highly energized by your becoming POTUS. Your Presidency empowered, uplifted, and emboldened them. They all stood taller. They all began looking at me directly in my eyes with new found purpose and pride. I thank you for being a profound example of dignity, integrity, and effectual leadership over these last 8 years. I will miss you and Michelle, and I know most of us want to continue to hear from you as we face volatile and uncertain times. Thank you President Obama’s for eight inspiring years.

 

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The Christmas Candle and the fragility of life….

Last week one of my former FYI FILMS students was shot. His mother called me at 1 AM and I rushed to the hospital. As I entered the emergency room, I noticed a flickering Christmas candle on the counter of the central nurse’s station. The mother of my student grabbed my hand and led me into the room. She gripped my hand so hard my hand began to fall asleep. My student was hanging on for dear life. He was in severe pain and had all kinds of multi colored tubes connected to his arms. He immediately recognized me and I told him . ” Rest. You need to rest.” You mean REST IN PEACE he asked. ” No, just rest…so your body can heal.” Suddenly his heart stopped and he went unconscious. We were asked to step out of the tiny room while they attempted to revive him. His mother began to weep uncontrollably as her left hand clutched tightly onto a beautiful Rosary made of ruby colored beads. I held all my emotions in so as to be strong for her. Tried my best to comfort her, but inside I feared the worse. As I held tightly onto her hand I noticed the flickering Christmas Candle went out. Above the candle hovered a cloud of smoke which assumed the shape of an Angelic figure with eagle like wings. Suddenly we heard gasps of air. My student shouted as air exhaled from his lungs. His mother raced into the room and hugged her son. The tracks of her tears dripping down his neck resembled rivers of love, there is nothing in this world like a mother’s love for her children. She looked over at me and signaled for me to enter the room. As I stood at the side of his bed I became overwhelmed with the fragility of life. How in one blink of an eye we can be called to the other side. I looked over at the Christmas candle on the counter. The flame returned to the wick, and danced about as if celebrating my student’s recovery. The past 2 years of my personal life has been loaded with intensely stressful and emotionally charged experiences. Been so focussed on projecting a shield of strength that I have become split off…detached from my own emotions. Unable to show or let any feelings out. But something happened. A trigger point. Later that morning my student’s mother and I went outside , and across the street this DJ store which specialized in selling DJ speakers, played an amazingly moving Gospel Version of ‘Amazing Grace’, and well I just lost it. And it was not a trickle that flowed from my eyes, it was more like the faucet was turned on full blast. Emotions repressed deep inside the hollow crevices of my soul chambers were forced out. All of them. Than it was my students mother who comforted me. We held hands and went to eat a McDonald’s breakfast. Everything tasted so good….and the good cry made my body relaxed , stress free…and I was happy. Happy that my student survived, and happy that we all are given this precious gift called life. We only get one. Around us the staff was quickly putting up Christmas decorations. This is going to be a great Christmas…with Gratitude leading the way……….

Alex C. Muñoz

Christmas candle bokehLast week one of my former FYI FILMS students was shot. His mother called me at 1 AM and I rushed to the hospital. As I entered the emergency room, I noticed a flickering Christmas candle on the counter of the central nurse’s station. The mother of my student grabbed my hand and led me into the room. She gripped my hand so hard my hand began to fall asleep. My student was hanging on for dear life. He was in severe pain and had all kinds of multi colored tubes connected to his arms. He immediately recognized me and I told him . ” Rest. You need to rest.” You mean REST IN PEACE he asked. ” No, just rest…so your body can heal.” Suddenly his heart stopped and he went unconscious. We were asked to step out of the tiny room while they attempted to revive him. His…

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The Christmas Candle and the fragility of life…

Christmas candle bokehLast week one of my former FYI FILMS students was shot. His mother called me at 1 AM and I rushed to the hospital. As I entered the emergency room, I noticed a flickering Christmas candle on the counter of the central nurse’s station. The mother of my student grabbed my hand and led me into the room. She gripped my hand so hard my hand began to fall asleep. My student was hanging on for dear life. He was in severe pain and had all kinds of multi colored tubes connected to his arms. He immediately recognized me and I told him . ” Rest. You need to rest.” You mean REST IN PEACE he asked. ” No, just rest…so your body can heal.” Suddenly his heart stopped and he went unconscious. We were asked to step out of the tiny room while they attempted to revive him. His mother began to weep uncontrollably as her left hand clutched tightly onto a beautiful Rosary made of ruby colored beads. I held all my emotions in so as to be strong for her. Tried my best to comfort her, but inside I feared the worse. As I held tightly onto her hand I noticed the flickering Christmas Candle went out. Above the candle hovered a cloud of smoke which assumed the shape of an Angelic figure with eagle like wings. Suddenly we heard gasps of air. My student shouted as air exhaled from his lungs. His mother raced into the room and hugged her son. The tracks of her tears dripping down his neck resembled rivers of love, there is nothing in this world like a mother’s love for her children. She looked over at me and signaled for me to enter the room. As I stood at the side of his bed I became overwhelmed with the fragility of life. How in one blink of an eye we can be called to the other side. I looked over at the Christmas candle on the counter. The flame returned to the wick, and danced about as if celebrating my student’s recovery. The past 2 years of my personal life has been loaded with intensely stressful and emotionally charged experiences. Been so focussed on projecting a shield of strength that I have become split off…detached from my own emotions. Unable to show or let any feelings out. But something happened. A trigger point. Later that morning my student’s mother and I went outside , and across the street this DJ store which specialized in selling DJ speakers, played an amazingly moving Gospel Version of ‘Amazing Grace’, and well I just lost it. And it was not a trickle that flowed from my eyes, it was more like the faucet was turned on full blast. Emotions repressed deep inside the hollow crevices of my soul chambers were forced out. All of them. Than it was my students mother who comforted me. We held hands and went to eat a McDonald’s breakfast. Everything tasted so good….and the good cry made my body relaxed , stress free…and I was happy. Happy that my student survived, and happy that we all are given this precious gift called life. We only get one. Around us the staff was quickly putting up Christmas decorations. This is going to be a great Christmas…with Gratitude leading the way……….

The Gathering Storm and the Panther.

Und so Weiter.

Alex C. Muñoz

It was a yellow and black butterfly near Zar’s family property on Guam who first warned me. 10 years later in Colorado a black and gold butterfly repeated the same warning . The warning. That metamorphosis is neither pain-free or painless. I am an obsidian Black panther with long elegant bright white wings given to me by a Kingly American Bald Eagle in Hoopa California. My eyes are sapphire blue and I can see from very long distances because they were given to me by a beautiful elegant hawk who soars effortlessly over the stunningly colorful Southwest Colorado landscape. She generously gave me 3 eyes. I told her I only needed two, but she insisted on giving me three. Around my neck is a glowing bright white Sinahi, it fell from the sky and landed before my feet while I was visiting my family’s property on Guahan. It landed gently…

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The Gathering Storm and the Panther.

It was a yellow and black butterfly near Zar’s family property on Guam who first warned me. 10 years later in Colorado a black and gold butterfly repeated the same warning . The warning. That metamorphosis is neither pain-free or painless. I am an obsidian Black panther with long elegant bright white wings given to me by a Kingly American Bald Eagle in Hoopa California. My eyes are sapphire blue and I can see from very long distances because they were given to me by a beautiful and noble  hawk who soars effortlessly over the stunningly colorful Southwest Colorado landscape. She generously gave me 3 eyes. I told her I only needed two, but she insisted on giving me three. Around my neck is a glowing bright white Sinahi, it fell from the sky and landed before my feet while I was visiting my family’s property on Guahan. It landed gently, in the exact place where I last saw Nana. I looked up to the sky and thanked her for it as I placed it around my neck. When I walked through that raging fire storm I felt numb. I felt nothing and thought that perhaps, I became a zombie. I told this mischievous medicine man named Jennings about it and he explained to me that I was not numb, but rather I was protected. When I left the medicine man I met a reluctant free angel who showed me the power and beauty of the mountains in New Mexico. I am flying through the bitterly cold dark winter sky now . The thoughtful and caring Creator made a special bright blue star in the shape of a fish to guide me, so that I do not lose my way. The color of the star is akin to the beautiful Pacific turquoise waters surrounding the enchanting Mariana islands. While flying through the toxified air over North America, I began to have difficulty breathing. Out of no where my grandma appeared to me. She handed me an oval shaped piece of soft Portuguese flannel. She gently placed it over my snout to filter out the dirty air. When she left she waved good bye and I cried. A purple Prince once told me he “saw the future and it worked.” But the future I see is both shapeless and a formless, and loaded with confusing ambivalence. My Currandera warned me. Warned me that when I received my third eye, I would see things that would trouble me deeply. She foretold my encounter with Jenning the medicine man. When I first met him I had my doubts. My mind reversed when I saw him heal the badly injured left shoulder of my little brother. Later that same day I met a Bear near Durango who gave me a Louder Growl. I politely declined his growl, but he told me that I would need it. As I continue to fly over the Main Land, I look down and I see vivid orange hot lava flowing angrily in every direction, forming complicated spider weblike patterns. I cannot decipher the writing on the smoldering landscape. I do not understand the meaning …the secretly coded message, so I look to the fish shaped blue star. It’s glow grows brighter so I growl loud like my Bear friend and the thunder claps for me. Thunder’s applause energizes me. My ancestors blow feathery whispers in to my cold ears. They tell me to “keep going.” And to “grow strong”. And so I do, because a STORM is coming. And it’s going to be a bitter and epic STORM. I am a three eyed  Eagle winged black panther with no name, and I am blessed to have so many loyal , loving and devoted friends.

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Der Amerikanischer im Berlin

Over 100,000 Berliners are prepared to welcome and cheer President Obama when he gives his farewell speech. Sadly, as in 2008, I arrive in Berlin shortly after his visit. Schade und Verflixt! Word is that Angela Merkel is completely MORTIFIED by a Trump Presidency. What a class act President Obama has been. He is tutoring and mentoring the inexperienced President Elect Trump. This is the first time in US History, that Americans have elected a President with no previous experience in Government or in the armed services. Last week thousands of Berliners took to the streets and protested Trump’s proposed policies. The dominant theme of the Berlin protests was UNTRUMP THE WORLD. I arrive in Berlin next week, and look forward to being interviewed by a major German Newspaper and Berlin Radio station about the current instability and strife we are experiencing in our great Nation. I’m really looking forward to it. I will follow our President’s example and embrace grace, compassion and hope when I share my perspective. I am so grateful that we have had such a great President who inspires us all to be our best. He is an unmatchable ROLE MODEL for us all. Berlin is a very progressive city, and Germans are not trapped in myopia. They are not a geocentric people. A Trump supporter yesterday demanded that I leave the country after I expressed my deep concerns regarding Bannon and Bolton. What a mistake to leave our country during a time when we are most needed. The world certainly has changed since last Tuesday. Ich werde spass machen……now Obama’s message of HOPE resonates much stronger than in 2008.161116-obama-0435_e3a298eb9bf665aad00d238a5d4fe924-nbcnews-ux-320-320