Have You Ever Lost Something Valuable At The Movie Theater?

Have you ever gone to the movies and left behind a personal belonging that you didn’t even realize it was missing until you made it all the way back home at which point you reacted in serious alarm? The other day, this happened to me, but I have to admit it’s also a funny story that taught me a very valuable lesson.

It all began on a cloudy, drizzly, and cool August day where I decided to head to the theater for a bargain matinee. Having received much critically acclaimed buzz, I chose to see The Spectacular Now which was about a senior in high school suffering from alcoholism and a broken soul. For just under two hours, I was so deeply engrossed in the main character of Sutter, who is played by actor Miles Teller, that I held a deep urge to go the bathroom during most of it.

While I sat there, I did my best to sit as comfortably as possible, not only with that urge, but also with the physical pains I continue to deal with in my body. Like always, I sat in various weird positions in the relatively empty theater as I tried to ease my pain as well as that urge to run to the bathroom. What I didn’t know was that one of the pockets in my cargo shorts was halfway open and it was the one that always holds a pouch I carry that contains my personal crystals and recovery chips.

When the movie ended, I ran to the bathroom deep in thought about it, especially it’s ending that left me wondering what would happen to Sutter in life. By the time I got home about 25 minutes later, I was still preoccupied with thoughts on the movie. That was until I reached down into my pockets to empty them and relax for the evening, as I had no plans to go back out again. Unfortunately, it was in that moment where all of that reflection, deep state of pondering, and tranquility I was feeling, evaporated instantly as I realized my special pouch of trinkets wasn’t in my right pocket.

I did what most people might do in this situation, which was then to feel in that pocket a ton of more times thinking that it might miraculously appear there with one of those attempts. It didn’t of course and I ran around the house thinking I might have set it down in the places I had gone to since arriving back home. But I hadn’t. So I raced out the door and into my car thinking maybe, just maybe, it might have slipped out in there somewhere while I was driving. But it hadn’t. After a few more times of repeating the same behaviors almost obsessively by going in and out of the house to look for it, I got into my car and decided to start frantically driving back towards this theater, forgetting about all appropriate driving measures.

My phone fumbled in my hands and almost dropped to the floor as I broke even my own cardinal rule of using it for anything but a phone call while I’m driving. I searched in desperation for this theater’s direct phone line on the web and when I found it, I realized it was only the recorded line. After barely listening to the message, I hit zero multiple times thinking that would connect me quicker, but it only reset me back to the beginning of that recorded message. Finally, I mustered up a slight bit more of patience as I merged onto the highway heading towards that theater, and hit the right combination of numbers to get the recorded voice to tell me what the direct phone number was.

When the manager answered the phone from the theater, I rambled off as quickly as possible the exact location where I sat and what I had lost. I know I probably sounded quite desperate, but this pouch contained some things that had deep meaning for me, especially with where I’m at in my life right now. I said something of the sort to that manager who then placed me on hold as she went to look for it. As I continued rocketing towards that theater, I realized I had reverted to my old terrible driving skills. By the time I was no more than a mile or so away from getting back to the theater, the manager came back on the line and told me she didn’t find it. I responded that I was almost there and would help her look again, convinced she had missed it. Minutes later, I was entering that theater again, but this time wondering if I was going to interrupt the next movie being shown by having to ask people to move while I searched for the pouch. Thankfully, neither was true.

After kneeling on a floor that I wished I hadn’t and placing my hands through all that stickiness to find nothing, I got that sinking feeling inside that the pouch was gone for good. Regrettably, I even asked the manager as I got ready to leave the theater if she trusted her employees who cleaned the theater as I thought maybe one of them took it. If anyone could have seen me leaving the theater my second time that day after giving that manager my contact information in case it turned up, I would have looked like I had just attended a funeral.

With a last ditch amount of hope, I drove recklessly back home, breaking my own driving rules once again as I thought maybe somehow it was there and I just hadn’t seen it in my previous frantic search. As I ran back into the house, and past my roommate’s dog who looked at me like I was crazy, I headed upstairs to my bedroom, and unbelievably, there it was. Sitting on my bedside, where I had left it the night before, the pouch had never even been put it in my pocket earlier in the day when I had left for the theater! As I placed it back in my pocket, I thanked God immensely and forgave myself with a smile for how silly the whole thing was.

There’s a lesson in this story for me. And it’s about slowing down, even in my times of greater stress. If I had just taken one of my own moments, breathed, and allowed myself to have a little less fanaticism about my supposed loss of that pouch, I would have realized it had never been lost in the first place and saved myself a lot of unneeded hassle…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Michael J. Fox Is Truly An Inspiration

I grew up watching a funny sitcom named Family Ties that I’m sure many people around my age still remember fondly. Having first aired in September of 1982 and running all the way through May of 1989, the family show starred a young and healthy actor by the name of Michael J. Fox, who played a boy named Alex P. Keaton. During it’s run, he went on to garner three Emmy’s and a Golden Globe for his acting in the show. And for all those who weren’t watching him in it, they probably came to know his name anyway when he appeared during the same period of time in Robert Zemeckis’s Back to the Future Trilogy as Marty McFly. As his career’s success story continued to rise, unbeknownst to everyone else, he we diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in 1991.

In the years that followed his initial diagnosis, Michael J. Fox did what most would probably do in his shoes after receiving that news, he went on with his life as best as he could and continued acting. Over the next five years he pursued his movie career and worked in over 15 of them, of which one of them, Doc Hollywood, is on my list of all-time favorites. By 1996, Fox went back to his roots and got a lead role as Deputy Mayor Mike Flaherty in the primetime television show Spin City, which quickly became a hit. During his four years on the show, while his health continued to decline, he earned praise for his role by receiving another Emmy and three more Golden Globe’s. After four seasons with the show, and opening up to the public about his deteriorating health condition, it became too much for him to continue acting in it. But what I have always loved best about Michael J. Fox is that he’s never been a quitter. And while he may have started disappearing from the acting spotlight around 2000, instead of giving up and letting the disease win, he created the Michael J. Fox foundation where he began to dedicate his life to finding a cure for Parkinson’s disease.

Since its inception, the Michael J. Fox foundation has gone on to invest over $325 million and become the largest private funder to finding the cure for this disease he suffers from. After six year went by where I only remember hearing his voice in some animated films, he appeared in a commercial in 2006 where he visibly showed signs of the disease. At the time, I can remember being shocked at how Alex P. Keaton and Marty McFly had grown up and gotten to that state of health. But I also remember being hugely impressed with how humble Michael J. Fox was in being able to show the world what Parkinson’s really does to a person.

Over the years that followed after that commercial aired, Fox spent most of his time supporting his foundation but had some noticeable cameos in shows such as Boston Legal, Scrubs, Curb Your Enthusiasm, and The Good Wife. But it is what is happening in his life during this fall television season that has proven to me that Michael J. Fox is an inspiration for anyone suffering form any disease or disability. Beginning this September, he is back to being the star of a family sitcom entitled The Michael J. Fox Show. It revolves loosely around his own life but is based on a news anchor named Mike Henry who initially gives up his career when he’s diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease and then later returns to the limelight. I am excited for Fox and hope for the best that his show becomes widely successful as Family Ties and Spin City did because of him. I know at least for me that I’ll be watching as I don’t believe a disease has changed his gift of acting.

It is estimated that seven to ten million people today suffer from Parkinson’s disease and Michael J. Fox is one of them. For someone who had such a widely popular acting career as a young adult, Fox has proven to the world that even with having such a terrible disease, he will never give up fighting and doing what he does best, raising awareness of it, trying to find its cure, and all the while, showing everyone he still has what it takes to be an incredible actor even with all his disease’s limitations.

Michael J. Fox is truly an inspiration to me and I pray that God blesses this show and the rest of his life. And I hope that one day soon, his foundation will find that cure…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Hollywood’s Fact And Fiction – Lee Daniels The Butler

Eugene Allen was an African American man who worked at the White House for 34 years under eight different Presidents. And just over a week ago, a movie entitled “Lee Daniels The Butler” was released into theaters portraying his life. Unfortunately, the movie I got to see in the theater was only loosely based upon it.

I’m not sure if I’m just becoming a tougher critic on the films that I’m watching these days in theaters or if my need for “factual movies” to be actually factual is changing my tastes. Either way, this summer has had such movies as The Conjuring and now The Butler that have really taken liberty with true-to-life information and stretched it rather thin. Don’t get me wrong, I felt the movie was done incredibly well in so many different elements. And if I were to base this movie completely on the acting alone, I’d give it five stars. Forest Whitaker, who played Cecil Gaines (the name given to the Eugene Allen character) even well deserves an Oscar nomination for Best Actor, as does Oprah Winfrey who played his wife in the movie. But while the acting was even of that higher caliber for many of the other actors and actresses as well, it was the fictionalized parts of the plot that gave me a less than ecstatic feeling I was hoping for when the movie ended.

The premise of this film does indeed surround the 34 years Eugene Allen served under eight different Presidents. But the beginning of the film that involved a tragic childhood was not factual and neither was the whole storyline about the son named Lewis who was part of the civil rights based movement. And those were only two of the many discrepancies I discovered when I did my research surrounding the real life of Eugene Allen. Ironically, I probably would have gotten that ecstatic feeling I was hoping for if this movie had been a completely fictionalized story. In that case, I would have said it really was a well written script.

I often wonder if Hollywood over fictionalizes these real life stories of people like Eugene Allen because they feel it wouldn’t be interesting enough to make a film be completely or almost completely factual. Would that type of movie have been totally boring and uninteresting if it had been done with Eugene Allen’s life? I don’t think so. I’m sure there are many elements of his life that could have been portrayed accurately and kept the viewers captivated. But sadly, it wasn’t and The Butler was only loosely based on bits and pieces of it.

Thankfully, there are plenty of other movies that have come and gone in the theaters over the years that have been based more upon their factual events in history. _Gandhi, a film based upon parts of the life of Mahatma Gandi, was an example of that. Most of that movie was historically accurate except for a few minor Hollywood differences. And that film is in my collection of movies at home and actually does give me that ecstatic feeling every time I watch it. Even more recent was the release of Fruitvale Station this summer, which portrayed with almost complete accuracy, the last day in the life of Oscar Grant before he was innocently murdered by a transit station officer. It too moved me greatly, but in a different way, and will become one I purchase when it’s released on DVD.

While I am definitely inspired by the life that Eugene Allen lived, I only wish the movie had done a better job revealing his real life events. Regardless, the movie in itself is inspiring in the way his life is portrayed which stands to reason why the theater I saw the film at erupted in applause at the end. I can only hope that Hollywood will make factual films be more factual in the future and a lot less fiction. But if they stay on their current course, then maybe they should make a film based around my life. I’m sure the Hollywood version of my life would have a lot of good drama, and more than the type I ever was known to create…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Paying It Forward

I own a rather large and diverse collection of DVD’s that have been inspirational to me over the years. One of those happens to be a movie entitled “Pay It Forward”, which stars Kevin Spacey (as Eugene) and a young Haley Joel Osment (as Trevor). The movie’s concept is simple. Trevor is given a class assignment by his social studies teacher, Eugene, to come up with a plan to change the world through direct action. On his way home from school one day, Trevor befriends a homeless man named Jerry, who is played by Jim Caviezel. Through that interaction, Trevor manifests the idea to “pay it forward” by doing a good deed for three people, who in turn must do good deeds for three other people, thus creating a charitable pyramid scheme. The rest of the movie revolves around Trevor’s execution of this plan and the interconnectivity to how it all eventually comes together. Quite frankly, our world desperately needs something like Trevor’s plan to be implemented immediately.

Anger and self-centeredness appears to be on the rise everywhere in our world these days. There is major unrest in Egypt and many unnecessary deaths occurring there. It seems as if people are “going postal” daily and murdering too many innocent lives. And even on a smaller level, I observe many people these days focusing solely on their own needs, wants, and desires, and caring less about the rest of the state of the world. It’s sad and unfortunate that this is happening but it doesn’t have to be. Each of us have the power to turn it around and bring more light and love on this planet by doing our own actions of “paying it forward”.

There are so many opportunities for doing this and yet too many of us rarely make a single attempt to move in this direction. Instead, people appear to be doing the exact opposite like throwing trash out car windows or leaving it behind for someone else to take care of in public places. There’s those who are constantly cutting others off or not let others in on roads that they’re driving in. Some aren’t doing an action as simple as holding a door open for someone following right behind themselves. Others watch as people are short on change or a few dollars to make a purchase in front of them when they have the amount in their own pocket to contribute. All of this is just plain selfishness and self-centeredness. We let our brains tell us we don’t have the time, money, or energy to help out or we allow our constant state of stress and anger to leave us in the state of mind to not giving a crap about anyone else.

Ironically, all of this can be turned around in a millisecond by doing a few random acts of kindness every single day. They don’t have to be as pronounced as Trevor did in Pay It Forward either. It can be as simple as cleaning up that trash left behind by someone else. This is one of the things I try to do quite often, such as in a public bathroom, when I see paper towels strewn across the floor, I take the time to clean the mess up. People notice these types of actions and it affects their own hearts, minds, and souls where it often inspires them to doing the exact same thing.

Try doing anything that is a random act of kindness. Buy a person’s coffee in front or behind you in a line that you are waiting in, even if you only have a small amount of money on you. Place that loose change or even a dollar or two in that homeless person’s cup regardless of what you think about them. Allow a person in a store to go ahead of you in a line even when you’re brain tells you that your in a rush. Take the time to ask someone crying near you, even if you don’t know them, if they need any help or even better, a hug. What this world truly needs is for all of us to begin paying it forward by doing things like this. Every kind act that any of us ever do is always being noticed regardless if we are seeing it or not. I believe God constantly keeps a watchful eye out for things things like this and puts things along our path all the time that could use our charity.

I encourage any of you reading this to take a moment, breathe, and try to do one random act of kindness today that can begin your own path of paying it forward. Trevor believed and committed deeply in his soul to his quest in doing so, and you can to. Begin to do your own version of paying it forward and not only will you feel better, but the world will move one step closer to being a more loving and peaceful place to exist in.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

The Conjuring of Hollywood

I doubted that paranormal activity existed for a very long time until I experienced my own real taste of it, but more on that in a moment. Many movies have been released lately that are depicting this genre. One of them is The Conjuring, which since it’s release a bunch of weeks ago, has made a ton of money and built a lot of hype surrounding it. I finally decided to go see it because of this. As it began, words were placed on the screen that said the movie was based upon the true case files of the Warren’s, who were a paranormal investigative team that accumulated over 10,000-plus haunting cases dating as far back as 1952.

While the movie did its best to scare me, which at times it did, I began to wonder as it ended just how much of it was factual. After doing a little research on the internet to find out more details on the actual case file for which the movie was based upon, I found some serious discrepancies. So as not to ruin anyone else’s experience from watching this movie as it was entertaining, let me just say that Hollywood took a considerable amount of leeway in making the film. What really happened to the Perron family at their farmhouse in 1971 was noticeably different as compared to what the family experienced throughout the movie.

In doing this research, I also discovered other horror movies that were based upon factual events had similar exaggerations in their films. Some of those included The Devil Inside, The Haunting In Connecticut, Amityville Horror, and The Exorcist to name just a few.

Hollywood has done a great job today making scary movies even scarier, especially for those based upon true events. And while I’m not denying that those events didn’t happen, it’s the way they are being portrayed that has me appreciating what I’m seeing as pure art and and not reality.

Are there things that go bump in the night? Are there ghosts? Are their malevolent spirits? My belief is that the answers to each of those questions is yes. But that’s only because I’ve had my own paranormal experience, that changed my doubting mind.

I once owned a bed and breakfast named the Island Manor House that was operating in a home built around 1848. The home held much history from it’s conception and often guests would report seeing various ghostly apparitions. Two of those included a little girl who always seemed ready to play or a woman in an old nurse’s uniform that checked in on guests in their rooms in the middle of the night. After doing some research into these events, the other owner and I learned the original family who owned the home had a girl who died at a young age. In addition, we found out that part of the home was once used as a Civil War hospital for soldiers who were wounded. Even with hearing similar stories over time from random guests, I never saw any of what they had reported and remained skeptical. But one morning, I noticed something odd that began to change my view surrounding all of it.

In the center of the B&B, there was a common room that I called the Game Room. It had a fireplace, a chest of games, and a table that had a built in chess set on top of it that I had purchased for the room when I had moved in. Every night when turning in, after all the guests had already done so, I always moved the chess pieces back to their starting positions for a new game. But on this one morning, I noticed a single pawn had taken it’s opening move while the rest of the pieces were as I had left them the night before. I moved it back and went on with my day thinking nothing of it. Morning after morning as guests checked in and out, this continued to happen. I thought my business partner was just playing a joke on me, but when I asked, he had no idea what I was talking about. A number of weeks continued with this single pawn moving forward and it really began to bug me until I finally decided to take the matter a little further on one specific morning. When I emerged that day, every single guest in the house was in the dining room having breakfast, and the other owner was cooking. I spoke into the empty air and said “if there is a ghost in this house, show me in a more direct way that you are real…” I laughed off my insanity and went into the dining room for a minute just to check in with the other owner and say hello to all the guests. When I came back through that common room with the chess set, all of its pieces were moved around the board as if a whole game had been played. It was then that I knew and really began to believe that ghosts do exist and that there was some truth to paranormal activity.

So while I’ve come to accept that there is some truth to those questions I posed earlier, I’ve also come to understand that Hollywood takes a lot of their own liberties when making any film based upon factual events, especially those which are paranormal based. I’m sure if they were to portray my ghost story, it probably would be turned into the table levitating or the chess pieces flying around the room, neither of which happened. Don’t get me wrong, I actually enjoyed watching The Conjuring. But I decided the next time I see any movie like this that states it’s content is based upon factual events, I’m going to take it with a grain of salt, sit back, relax, and be entertained by that Hollywood magic.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

The Tragedy At Fruitvale Station And Racial Profiling

Most people around my age have probably heard of the name Rodney King and the story behind what happened to him. A similar, and less well known story, but just as tragic, was what happened to Oscar Grant on January 1st, 2009, when he became another wrongful victim of racial profiling and was murdered by a Bart police officer named Johannes Mehserle at Fruitvale Station.

Recently with the release of the movie titled “Fruitvale Station”, the events that happened in that early morning tragedy have taken a much larger spotlight in the nation. I have to admit that up until I saw that movie the other day, which was directed by Ryan Coogler, I didn’t know anything about the terrible misfortune that happened to Oscar Grant.

While the movie did a fantastic job depicting the last 24 hours in the life of Oscar, it also shed even more light into the police brutality that still exists in our country which often arises out of racial profiling. Having grown up in a middle to upper class family that lived in a completely white neighborhood out in the suburbs, my family never experienced any of what people like Oscar went through. But back on an early summer night in 1991, I met someone very similar to him when I was hanging out at a house in the inner city of the area I grew up in. For the three months that followed, I spent time with this individual and got to see a completely different side of the tracks and one that Oscar Grant would have been all too familiar with.

I have often looked back at that summer and felt amazed that I even survived through it. Some of the things I did during that time period were definitely illegal and very insane. Sadly, this person who became my best friend at the time also became someone who was the object of my sex and love addiction even though I was never able to admit that to myself or him back then. He and everyone else I spent time with were black yet I was still readily accepted even though I was white. He was also a small time drug dealer just like Oscar was, who did enough of it just to get by. He had his group of close friends who drank and smoked weed with him at night too. And it didn’t take long for me to be quickly absorbed into his world as I started doing the very same things as him.

There was one night that I was hanging out without him and with one of our mutual friends instead and I can still remember what happened in vivid details. The two of us were lighting off small firecrackers on the train tracks and heading back to his house to crash for the night when suddenly police came out from all directions and drew their guns on us. We were both thrown up against a fence, roughly searched, and talked down upon with curse words even though we hadn’t done anything wrong. The officer who searched us definitely didn’t like how I looked. At the time I had a six inch high flat top, lines and zigzags throughout it and my eyebrows, and wore clothes that definitely fit the inner city look. He told me if he ever saw me downtown again, he was going to “put my wigger ass in jail”. It was the first wake up call I had in my life to how privileged I really had it, as compared to what that friend and all the others I hung out that went through, every single day of their lives.

And that incident wasn’t the only one to happen to me like that either. When I went back to college, I retained that inner city look and went to house parties quite often. On one night I went for a stroll from one of those parties to go get a pack of cigarettes as I smoked them too back then. I was walking up a street headed to the nearest store when a police car passed by. With a screech and a quick turn around in the middle of the road, the car raced up to me and two policeman jumped out. They drew their weapons and threw me up against their cruiser and searched me. When I asked what I had done, I was told to “shut the fuck up”. They then literally forced me quite hard into the back seat of their cruiser without reading me any rights and took me to an apartment complex a few miles away. A person then emerged and walked around the cruiser looking in at me, then shook their head and left. After that, the police took me up the street and kicked me out of their cruiser with no explanation of what any of what had just happened was all about and I was miles away from where I needed to go.

It’s sad but what I experienced is probably only a mere fraction of what many black people, as well as all the other minority races, continue to go through. Oscar Grant lost his life to police that were racial profiling and acting violent because of it. Thankfully, my ending wasn’t the same from when I once fell prey to the same thing. But what did come out of all that for me was a greater understanding and compassion for what the minority races have to endure in this world from so many others, including the police. Fruitvale Station was a riveting film about that and a rather good portrayal of how inner city life can be like for a minority based individual like Oscar was. Hopefully there will come a day when things like his homicide won’t happen anymore. Until then, at least a movie like this will help raise greater awareness to the racism that still exists in our country.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Focus On Your Own Reality Instead Of Someone Else’s…

Back in 1999, there was a cute little film named EDtv, starring Matthew McConaughey, that was released into the theaters. A simple concept really, it was about a television network who followed a guy named Ed, twenty four hours a day, 7 days a week, and aired it as a show on prime time. The show soon became a number one watched program where everyone always wanted to know with great anticipation what was going to happen next to Ed. Zoom forward to 2013, and it seems as if I can find a version of EDtv on every single channel almost all the time.

I’ve lost count of how many shows exist now that are about following the lives of certain people or groups of people. Some of the real big named reality shows in the past few years, have included Duck Dynasty, Jersey Shore, Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, Keeping Up With The Kardashians, and The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. And this only is just a fraction of all of them that exist. Not only are there reality shows that follow this type of sub genre which are labeled as Documentary style, there are plenty of other classifications as well including historical re-creation, science, dating, law enforcement/military, makeover, lifestyle change, fantasies fulfilled, hidden camera, game shows, talent searches, spoofs, and parodies.

Ironically, what was once the majority of the type of shows that existed when I was growing up are now fast becoming the minority. Much of the world has become fascinated with watching everyone else’s realities now. Why is this? Why are millions upon millions of people watching reality television when they have their own realities to deal with? Is it an escape or an avoidance of their own lives? I don’t have the answers to those questions. The only thing I know is that I miss television from the 80’s when most of those shows didn’t exist.

Back in that time, when I was a teenager just starting to get into television, there were only a handful of channels to watch. During the morning it was all about cartoons, during the afternoon it was all about talk shows, soap operas, and games shows, and during the evening, all the programming was fictionalized drama or comedy based shows. Shows like The Hulk, The A-Team, The Six Million Dollar Man, The Bionic Woman, Knight Rider, Too Close For Comfort, and Three’s A Company were some of my favorites. While shows like this still do exist in different incarnations, they are rapidly becoming extinct and being replaced by those scripted reality shows that people are watching so much more of now.

What’s ironic is that my life is full of reality every single day but I don’t have any camera crews following any part of it. Is that because I’m not important enough or because my life doesn’t have something that’s interesting to follow? I’m sure Honey Boo Boo thought the very same thing until her life became a hit television reality show. Regardless, I try not to invest much time in watching any of those reality television shows these days. I find it’s more important for me now to work on creating my own reality of being a healthier person in this world who is dedicated to helping God bring more light and love to this planet. No offense to the Kardashians or Honey Boo Boo or any of the Real Housewives from anywhere but there is no difference between any of you and any of those of us who don’t have shows about our own lives with maybe the exception of the fact that you are making a lot more money from people who keep tuning into the shows about you. We are all God’s children and each of us have an equally important reality and purpose in life that don’t need cameras to chronicle any of it.

Could our world be a much more loving place to be in if we all started tuning out some of those reality shows and started tuning into working on our own lives a lot more by bettering ourselves and being more loving to each other? By working on bettering myself and being more loving to everyone, I have learned to really enjoy my own reality as compared to my past where I wanted to tune it out and follow someone else’s instead. The last thing I want to do now is spend my days vicariously watching anyone creating their own realities when I am already doing so with God. So maybe then I should have a show named ANDREWtv…NOT!

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Turbo Charged!

I’ve been on such a movie kick lately seeing quite a number of films at the theater. For me it’s one of the things that summer’s all about anyway. So two nights ago I went to see “Turbo” at the local cinema given that I’m a big animation fan. What’s funny is how this film, like several other films I’ve seen recently, was so closely connected to some of my own life’s experiences.

The film’s plot is actually rather simple. It’s about a snail who has a big dream to go as fast as an Indy race car. All the other snails that live around him laugh at his absurdity and just go on with their daily lives doing what they always do, which is to harvest and eat tomatoes. Due to a freak accident that happens on a venture away from home one night though, the snail is doused in a bath of nitrous oxide when it’s sucked into the engine of a car that’s street racing. When the snail is thrown from that engine, it’s not to long after that he realizes he’s able to travel at speeds upwards of 200 mph and gives himself the nickname Turbo. The rest of the movie is focused on him trying to achieve his dream of being an Indy race car driver when every other snail, including his own brother, still thinks he’s insane and does their best to convince him otherwise.

What I relate most to this plot is the path I’ve been taking these past few years of my life to heal. That path began a few years ago when I made the decision to fully walk away from an addictive lifestyle and start spending most of my time in solitude to try to grow closer to God and to myself. In doing so, my physical body deteriorated and most of my days became filled with vast amounts of mental and emotional anguish. For awhile, I tried to take medications to deal with all the pain and I followed all the doctor’s advice who I saw, none of which helped me in the least bit. Then came the day where I walked away from all those pills and appointments and accepted the only way I was going to heal was to live my life as healthy and spiritual as a human could and that God would help me complete the rest. Like Turbo, I have often thought way bigger than what everyone else around me thinks. Many have thought I’m crazy and that God isn’t going to ever heal me. People have tried to convince me all the time that I should go back on medications or that I have some disease which just hasn’t been discovered yet by the doctors I once visited. Others have told me to just accept I’m always going to be dealing with the pain and make the best of it. But I continue to believe differently than all of them.

Turbo never gave up on his dream and neither will I. He eventually experienced the fruits of his hard work and I know I will too. I refuse to believe that what I’m feeling right now is the best it’s ever going to get for me. So each day now I do my best to trust inherently in God that I will be delivered out of this suffering and restored to a healthy state of mind, body, and soul by remaining patient and continuing to do the hard work I do each day to heal. I leave the rest in God’s hands and truly believe that through all of this, God will eventually turbo charge me too…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

The Way Way Back To Being Yourself

During May to September, so many movies are released that cost millions and millions of dollars to make. They are usually filled with tons of special effects or are sequels that people have been waiting to see for a long time. “Summer Popcorn Flicks” is a nickname that is often given to any of them. But occasionally, a gem of a movie is released during these months that stands apart all on its own where it hasn’t operated off of a large budget, where its actors are either unknown or have taken pay cuts to be in it, where special effects don’t really matter, and where the storyline of the movie is really its only heart and soul. “The Way Way Back” is an example of such a movie that not only allowed me to really connect to the main focal point of the movie, which was about a shy and lonely boy named Duncan who was trying to find himself, it also helped me to remember my own journey to doing so.

In this movie, Duncan was a wallflower. He didn’t stand out as anything special to anyone around him. Most would probably label him as a nerd or a dork in their minds and no one was giving him the time of day. Everyone close to him was either generally ignoring him and focusing on their own selfish needs and wants or they were making fun of him in subtle ways. At the age of 14, Duncan was presented as this extremely withdrawn kid that ironically was no different than who I was at his age. Thankfully, he went on in the movie over the course of a few summer months to find redemption in his lonely life when both a pretty teenage neighbor girl and a cool manager of a water park took interest and showed him just how special he was in his own way. Unfortunately, it took me a lot longer in life to get there.

There are a lot of people out there who may never fit the “cool bill”. People often point and laugh at them, like they even did in this movie with not only Duncan, but also the kid next door who had a severely lazy eye. They get passed over in gym class when teams are being picked, they are excluded from many group activities, and when people are told to pair up with another person for some exercise, they are usually left by themselves only to be paired up with the adult who’s coordinating it. Like Duncan was, many of those kids find their only company is the music they listen to in their headphones, the walks or bike rides they take on their own, or the books they read, because at least in all those cases, no one is picking on them, putting them down, or outright ignoring them.

In the movie, Duncan’s redemption came at a water park where its manager believed in him so much that he gave him the ability to find himself by offering him a job there. Sadly, no one ever came into my life that gave me that chance and for years, I tried to find myself through being a chameleon or following what everyone else was doing just so I didn’t stand apart. While that prevented me from being picked on a lot less, it also impeded any progress to ever finding out who I really was inside.

Last summer, by the time I turned the age of 40, I had already made the decision it was time to stop following everyone else. It was then that I actually felt as if I stepped back in time to where I was still that innocent and nerdy 14 year old boy no different than Duncan. But instead of going down those paths that I did at a young age to fit in, I went back to those activities that once brought me great comfort such as listening to music, reading, and sitting on the beach alone. What’s funny is that in doing that, God has brought into my life a few people who like that shy and lonely nerdy boy that I’ve become again. What’s even better is that I’m ok with it now too.

“The Way, Way Back” movie was a great portrayal of an accelerated version of something that took me almost three decades to do. I connected with Duncan’s life so well as it reminded me of a time when I wished my family, or anyone for that matter, had paid attention to me. Today, I don’t seek that because it’s already there in the way it’s supposed to be. I’ve seen that in being myself, those that are meant to be in my life are there and really enjoy being with me, and those that passed me over for whatever reason, aren’t.

Today I’m finding that some of the most interesting people are those who are often overlooked by society. They usually have the most interesting and heartwarming stories to tell and also the greatest capacities for sharing love. Duncan is an example of one of those people and so am I. There was nothing ever wrong with Duncan or myself back at that young age even though we both stood apart from most everyone else. While it wasn’t a water park manager who helped me to figure that out, God did and because of that, I’ve been able to find “the way way back” to being myself again.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Is A Heart Connection Lacking In Those Box Office Bombs?

I’ve been a big movie goer for most of my life. But something has changed a lot since I was a kid. As the technology has continued to evolve, it seems as if all movies are shifting their attention away from good acting and more onto how many amazing special effects can be pumped into a film. The result of this is that I’ve been enjoying my movie going experiences less and less.

This year has already dealt with many big budget films bombing at the box office. Some of those have included Jack the Giant Slayer, A Good Day To Die Hard, After Earth, The Lone Ranger, and White House Down, all of which I got to see at the theater. In each of those films, the emphasis seemed to be more on how much the director was able to give the audience a “wow” factor using special effects and less on the quality of the script and acting. This is contrary to the main reason why I have always loved attending movies.

I have always felt the best movies are when I can put myself in the actor’s or actress’s shoes and feel as if I’m living the movie as them. Lately, that hasn’t been the case in many movies where all of that green screen technology and computer animation is being used. While I may be having those jaw dropping moments with how realistic the special effects are becoming, the fact remains that I’m not connecting anymore to the characters. In other words, my heart isn’t being moved much anymore.

Movies like The Notebook, Ghost, and The Shawshank Redemption are a few of the ones that come to mind that have inspired me over time and had greatly moved my heart. While each of those may have had some special effects, the emphasis was less upon that as it was with their heart warming plots and incredible acting. Sadly, the film industry has been moving away from making movies like this and instead are pumping more and more money into making these huge blockbusters that are often bombing lately when they don’t make their budgets back.

Could it be possible that these movies like this summer’s The Lone Ranger are performing poorly because the emphasis was placed less upon giving heart to the movie and more upon its special effects? My most recent experience of a movie like this was when I saw Pacific Rim the other day in 3D. Easily it had the greatest special effects of all the movies I’ve seen so far this year but I just couldn’t connect to any of the actors or actresses in the movie and felt my heart stayed detached throughout the entire film.

Here’s a little secret about me. What I love best about a film is when I can leave the theater, get in my car, break down in tears, and end up praying to God about something in my life. This happened when I saw “42” this year, which was the Jackie Robinson story.  I was so extremely moved by what he went through in his fight against racism that when I got in my car, I cried and asked God to help me to continue to have the strength to keep going in my quest to heal.

I guess what I’m trying to say in all of this is that I simply just want my heart to be moved when I see a movie. But with the focus becoming more and more on the special effects in films these days, that seems to be happening less and less. For a guy like me who is spending a lot of time lately connecting to God, seeing two hour long films that are lacking in warm feelings are leading me to spending less of my money on films with no heart. Who knows, maybe if the film industry could go back to making more films that are intended to move the audience’s heart and not their brains, they might start making back their budgets and then some…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

A Movie Preview Or A Trailer For My Future Life

Have you ever wished you could see a preview of how your life is going to be down the road, somewhere in the future? This is a question I have often pondered with much introspection over the past few years. For the longest time, it was something I really wanted, but that was until my recent movie going experiences changed my viewpoint.

For anyone that knows me, it is a well known fact that I head to the local multiplex at least once or twice a week to see the latest films that have been released. But there is one very disappointing trend happening lately that has started to ruin many of the films I go see and it has to do with those trailers that come out weeks, months, and sometimes even a year ahead of its release.

When I was a kid, I got very excited when I would see a 30 second preview of an upcoming movie that was only a few months away from being in the theater. Normally I might only catch that preview a few times and most of the best parts weren’t given away during it. Unfortunately, I can’t say that’s true anymore for the films of today. Many big budget movies have trailers for it now that are several minutes long in length and sometimes even up to ten minutes long when a portion of the film is shown during a special television show. While it may be exciting to see some of those really cool special effects, or those moments of gut busting humor during all those minutes of previews, there is a downside to it as well. It takes away from the excitement I might normally get from seeing them when I watch the entire film the first time.

I have already seen most of this summer’s tent pole movies up to this point and sadly, because of all the trailers I have seen ahead of time, many of them haven’t been as fun to go see because they spoiled most of the surprises. I didn’t laugh as much at the jokes during The Internship for this reason. I wasn’t scared as much with those zombie ant hills and zombie swarms in World War Z because of it. I wasn’t as excited about the big airplane takedown scene in The Fast and The Furious 6 due to it. And well, this list could go on with how I’ve felt about other movies such as White House Down, This Is The End, and others. Now, I’m leaving the theater feeling more let down then not because of these previews spoiling too much of the film’s fun. Also just as noticeable is that I am starting to skip a lot more films now which is not like it used to be for me. Previews show so much now that I often will not go see a film because too much of it has been revealed, thus making it unattractive to go see. A good example of this is with the movie The Purge. Many years ago, I might have gone to see this film by reading up on its description alone, but this year’s trailer depicted so much that I felt I had already seen the majority of what the movie was about, so I didn’t go see it at all.

If you’re wondering how all of this compares to the original question I posed about wishing to see a preview of one’s life in the future, it’s pretty simple. If any of us were given a several minute long preview of our coming life, there’s a good chance it might spoil any excitement we would experience when that future actually happens thus making life appear very boring as it occurs. And if that preview of our future showed too much, including things that might not be so alluring, there’s a good chance we’d probably do everything we could to change it, or avoid it altogether. Because of this, I came to the conclusion I’d rather not ever see any preview of my future life.

I hope at some point that the film industry might develop the same conclusion with previews and trailers as I have come to with not wanting to see parts of my own future. While that may never happen, I guess you can say that I’m glad at least that the technology hasn’t been created yet for me to see what’s coming down the road in my life. For now at least, I will continue to be able to enjoy a spoil free future when those wonderful things happen and also just as important, I won’t be trying to skip my attending any part of it either.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

The Zombie Epidemic

I had a chance the other night to go see World War Z at the theater starring Brad Pitt. I thought the movie was pretty decent as it kept me on the edge of my seat for most of its running time. But let’s face it, doesn’t it seem like lately that zombies are popping up everywhere in television shows and movies? Why is it that everyone is so fascinated by them now?

A quick google search showed me that zombies have been around for much longer than I thought. Their first real appearance goes all the way back to a film called White Zombie that was released in 1932. But it really wasn’t until George Romero released a 1968 movie named Night of the Living Dead that they became infamous. Ever since then, zombies have become more and more popular and been simply known as “the living dead”.

Over the past few decades their notoriety has been gained through movies such as 28 Days Later, Resident Evil, Shaun of the Dead, Zombieland, I am Legend, and most recently Warm Bodies. And there’s even an extremely popular show about them now entitled The Walking Dead that has millions and millions of fans watching it.

After watching World War Z and many of the other movies and TV shows which portray zombies, I can see why people are drawn so much to them. The most obvious reason to me is that zombies are people too. They were someone’s friend, husband, wife, son, daughter, mother, father, etc. Placing myself in some of those situations I have seen in these movies and television shows, I really can’t imagine what I would do if my sister or my partner or one of my closest friends had become one. In the movies, when I have seen those situations, the people usually shot their loved ones in the head with terrible regret or they get bitten while trying to do the right thing and become one of them too. It’s a horrible dilemma to think about and I’m sure that’s one of the top reasons why people are so intrigued by watching a zombie invasion. I believe another big reason for zombies growing popularity is this end of the world concept that has been growing fear in so many people lately. In World War Z, most of the human population is decimated by this zombie plague. And that’s only one way that films and TV shows are showing how the end of the world might happen. Often it’s also shown as an asteroid about to hit the earth, or severe weather outbreaks from global warming, or some other deadly disease, or Revelations from the Bible. In all of them, the majority of the human race is lost and I’m sure most everyone who has ever watched any of these portrayals on the big or small screen has imagined themselves as one of the last survivors on Earth. And of course, a final reason why many people probably like zombies is just because they think they’re cool. Television and movies have become so realistic and graphic lately with blood and violence that zombies are a very good way now to shock audiences as they chase, jump on, and rip and tear the flesh off of someone. The truth is I really don’t like zombies that much because of all of this. I always get nightmares when I go to sleep after watching something they were in. When I watched the first two episodes of The Walking Dead in Season One, I got next to no sleep and that became the end of my tuning into that show. So you’re probably wondering now why I decided to go see World War Z given this fact. I don’t really have a good answer for you, except for the fact that I love movies especially those big budget flicks that come out during the summer like this one.

The bottom line I’m trying to make with all of this though is that with all the diseases that are running rampant these days, with many labs doing terrible animal testing, and governments secretly working on biological warfare, it’s extremely possible that something like a zombie epidemic could happen. And if it ever does, I just hope that a rapture will occur just before it’s outbreak, and that God will choose to take me during it. I really don’t want to see my nightmares become reality before my eyes. Regardless, I think I’m going to pray now that I don’t have a nightmare tonight and that zombies will always just remain something to frighten us in a theater or at home on a television screen.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

A “Drive-In” To Good Memories

Spring is in the air and summer will be here shortly. With both comes the return of activities that the warmer weather can only bring. And one of those I was able to enjoy just the other night…the Drive-In.

There aren’t many of these left in existence today. Most will say it’s because of the rise of the multiplexes and their huge screens, digital surround sound systems, stadium seatings and plush recliner seats. While I love the movie theater experience, no matter how amazing it seems to get each and every year, I continue to be drawn to finding drive-in theaters and reliving one of the good moments I had in my childhood.

It’s true as they say, the older one gets, the more nostalgic one becomes with things of the past. While my childhood was filled with many unsettling moments, there are some that I am beginning to remember when I felt happy, the more that I heal. Going to the drive-in was one of them.

In my hometown, Poughkeepsie, NY, there were at least four drive-in’s in local proximity that my family would go to quite often throughout the summer. My family liked following the same habits a lot so that when we would attend the drive-in on a summer night, it would always be the same pattern. Dinner would be McDonalds take out where I usually had two cheeseburgers, an order of fries, and a diet soda. We would eat it after finding the spot to park the family station wagon which was faced backwards towards the movie screen. I can still remember sitting on the tailgate, eating that meal back then which I always found to be delicious. Today I’m not so sure but that’s because I’m a more health conscious person and McDonalds isn’t the first place I think of when it comes to eating healthy. Anyway, I usually devoured that meal so that I had a good half hour to hour on the playground that was situated right below the large movie screen. I spent most of my time riding on this contraption that doesn’t really exist anymore because of the danger it brought over the years. I can only describe it as a circle of interconnected benches that sat on top of a spindle, that someone would grab onto and run as fast as they could until at the last second, they would hop on it and enjoy a dizzying spin. Between that and the swings which I usually loved jumping off of once I got really high, I was always quite excited by the time the first movie was about to begin. My parents were pretty strict about the movie ratings with my sister and I. So for most of those drive-in experiences, I could only watch the first movie and not the second as it was beyond my age range they would tell me. With it, I was supposed to fall asleep but never really did. I remember one time I peaked over the seat without getting caught and watched a bit of Animal House that was “R” rated. I know today that wouldn’t be that big of a deal to many children who’s parents allow them to see just about anything at the movies but for me it was exhilarating.

Thankfully, there are others like me around today who are nostalgic and still enjoy going to a drive-in during the warm summer months. Poughkeepsie still has two in operation but I live no where close to there now. Unfortunately in the area of Massachusetts where I still live, there aren’t any close by. Where my partner lives though, there’s one still left behind in operation and that’s where I found myself with him this past Saturday night. There are some differences today from back then that I notice have evolved over time. Gone are the playgrounds where I once would have played. Gone are the bright colored poles with the small radios that would have gone on a car window to listen to the movie. And gone are the reel to reel devices the movies were brought in on, having been replaced by digital versions. Regardless of those changes, I still enjoyed my time there watching Oblivion and Identity Thief. Although I must say, what’s funny is that I really liked the first movie which my parents would have allowed me to see as a kid. The second movie, the “R” rated one, I didn’t like at all.

Thinking back to just a few years ago, I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed going to any drive-inn because everything that I thought of with my family brought back the bad memories and not the good ones. As I have worked hard this past year in turning my entire will over to God, I have found more healing from all those not so happy childhood memories and begun to remember all the good ones. Going to the drive-in was just one of them and now today because of all that work I am doing on myself, I can enjoy this experience and think back to a time in my life where I knew my parents loved me and that being a kid was pretty cool.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Sneaking Into A Movie

I love the movies. Tuesdays seem to be a great day for me to go because many theaters now are offering Discount Tuesdays where the cost is almost half of the normal price no matter what time the movie starts. Yesterday I went to the movies at a local theater where the cost for the movie ticket was $7.50 which was about $6 less than it’s normal price. Because I had the time available, I paid for two movies (Snitch and Jack and the Beanstalk in 3D) that I could go from one to the other without missing any of either. A long time ago, when I was a misguided young adult, I thought it was cool to go from one movie to the next on a crowded Saturday at the theater. The difference then was that I wasn’t paying for each ticket, I was only paying for the first.

Lately, this seems to becoming an epidemic as the costs of anything seem to be rising, especially movie tickets. I’m not sure if more and more people are sneaking into movies after seeing another but I have definitely have observed it happening lately. Take for example yesterday, I had just finished seeing Snitch and had gotten a refill on my popcorn. Across the hallway from the entrance to the Jack and the Beanstalk showing that I was going to, was Die Hard 5. Two men emerged from that theater having just seen it and cautiously looked over their shoulders a few times and then headed into the theater I was going into. I watched them pull out an older pair of 3D glasses that was in their pockets and wipe them off and proceed to stay for the whole movie.

Movie ticket prices today are a reflection of not just a factor of inflation, they are also a factor of many other things as well such as the actors and actresses asking for more money, the cost to producing a film rising, people not going to the movies as much anymore, and then there are those like these two people who were sneaking in and seeing a movie for free.

I’m guilty of having once done this. I did this a long time ago when I wasn’t trying to be in integrity in my life, be God-centered, and honest with all that I do. There was a part of me back then that said it wasn’t fair how expensive ticket prices were and I justified that I didn’t have the money to pay for multiple movies. The truth is that I did have the money. I just wanted to get away with getting something for nothing. I told myself that no one was being harmed in me doing that. Today I realized that I was part of the reason why movie ticket prices continue to soar. I also realize that sneaking in is essentially stealing. It’s no different then going into a store and taking anything off of a shelf, putting it in one’s pocket, not paying for it, and leaving.

I have a friend in New York who is a lawyer and earning more than six figures every year. He has a nice home and a family, and on just about every weekend, he goes to at least three movies and pays for only the first one he sees. Can he afford the other movie tickets? Of course and he would openly admit it that he could. So why does he do it? Why does anyone steal anything if they do steal? When I did it, there was a thrill or a rush of getting away with something. In other words, I got a “high” in doing it. The funny thing is that the money that I “saved” was only spent on something else that I couldn’t get away with stealing. A thought to ponder is what if all of the world’s goods were done on the honor system? What if the price was posted everywhere for each good but it was on the honor system to pay? Would anyone pay? Or would everyone just take and take and take? Today I can honestly say I would pay the price that was being asked. I wonder how everyone else would handle an honor system based society?

While people may not look at sneaking into a movie as stealing, it is. I know that to live a spiritually centered life, I can’t do things like that which I once did. I don’t want to live that way and I am glad I’m not. Today I refer to this as my God consciousness. What people don’t realize when they sneak into a movie or steal anything for that matter, is that they are hurting everyone else with the rising prices, and even worse, they are hurting themselves by corrupting their souls.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Not So Beautiful Creatures

Normally I wouldn’t make a blog entry this late into the evening as it’s currently 1:00am here on the east coast, except I just came from a movie that I was extremely excited about seeing and instead left very disappointed. The movie I went and saw was Beautiful Creatures which is based on the book series by authors Margaret Stohl and Kami Garcia.

A few months ago I saw a preview and read that this movie was similar to the whole Twilight series but instead of vampires and humans as the focus, it was witches and mortals. I thoroughly enjoyed the Twilight series on screen and while I didn’t read the books, I decided to do that with Beautiful Creatures. And I loved it immedately. While the books do draw some similarities to the way the Twilight series was set up with good versus evil concepts, they really are two completely different works of fiction. Within a matter of a few weeks I had already gone through the first book and the second book. By the time the movie arrived in the theaters a few days ago, I was buried deep into the middle of the third book with high hopes for the first movie to be as engrossing as the book series had been.

As the lights dimmed in the theater and the previews rolled out, I anxiously awaited the opening scene for the movie and then it finally arrived…in a different version, quite different from how the first book began. I shrugged it off and said oh well to myself and continued to watch with anticipation for many of the sequences that I was looking forward to seeing how they would translate onto the screen. Most of them never came. Scene after scene, storyline after storyline, change after change, the movie seemed like a completely different piece of work. While the foundation of the story was kept intact about a witch, referred as a Castor, and a mortal, with no special abilities, meeting and falling in love and finding their love to be taboo because of a curse, the things that made the book unique were missing. As I watched the credits start to roll after the last scene to this Romeo and Juliet tale, I noticed that there had been very few people there watching it. Was that because of all these changes that were made? I don’t know. What I do know is that on opening weekend of a Twilight movie or a Harry Potter movie, a person would be hard pressed to find an open seat.

All of this got me to thinking about my own life. When I was a young boy, I was quite original and unique in my own way. Sadly, when I got into high school, I began to change those parts of me, altering myself to ways I thought people would like better. By the time I left high school and college behind, most traces of that boy inside that was unique and different were gone. From the outside image of me, to the talents that I pursued, what the world saw in me now was a mere fragment of what I had originally been scripted as.

Luckily, I’ve woken up to the chameleon effect that I created and about a year ago, I began to strip away all the layers that were pasted on top of the original me. Ironically, now at the age of 40, I’m back to doing most, if not all, of those same things I did as a kid. The difference today is that I don’t want to change them, alter them, cover them up, or make them any different. I want to be me. And I believe that the new/old me that is emerging will be liked by many more people as compared to the life I had lived up until last year that was filled with sadness and loneliness.

Like Beautiful Creatures, I lived my life from high school to last year continuously adapting to meet what I thought others might like. And consistently, I lost the interest of those I met most likely because I wasn’t original and unique anymore. I had made myself a carbon copy of what I thought people might like. Except I’m not the way anymore and I’m thankful for that. My license plate is now “BURSLF” which means “BE YOURSELF”. And today I am. I’m back to being that boy again, living his life as original as I can be, beating to my own drum and I believe that people are going to love this original recipe much better as time goes forward.

I wish Beautiful Creatures had done the same and stuck to what was in print. I’m convinced that this was the reason why the theater had only a handful of people in it on opening weekend and why the box office numbers were showing it in a dismal sixth place in earnings. At least I can go back to the original me but this movie is already produced and forever on a reel in this version. But who knows, it’s Hollywood and remakes happen all the time. Beautiful Creatures, just be yourself, it’s the best way to be.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson