Improve your Memory

A psychology professor gave us a challenging assignment in class. We were instructed to pay close attention as he recited random words (nouns) aloud. Once he stated 20 words in total, he asked us to raise our hand if we remembered them all. About a third of us raised our hand. Then he asked us to write down all the items on a piece of paper in the exact order they were called out. Less than 5% of us were successful. My method for remembering all the content was an envisioning technique that allowed me to string all the words together into a unified sequence of events. Check out my video above for a brief demonstrate:



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Prudence hangs from the tree of knowledge.
We have to stretch ourselves to reach it.
Once fully apprehended, then we can see.
That all the branches stem from eternity.

The Fall of 2017
By Jason Youngman

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Under Duress Her Sweet Caress

(Atlantic Ocean from Signal Hill, St. John’s, NL. Click on the image to view more of my photography)

Upon the surface of the sea she looked back upon me.
Her smile hidden in the darkness below.
Her reflection white as mountain snow.

No matter the distance she follows me wherever I go.
Forever flowing with the gravity of e-motion.
Turning round & round like an eternal ocean.

In the deep her creatures await their moment to rise.
They surface during the low tide.
Through infinity the many collide.

The young and the old, the first, the last and the bold.
Laughing, dancing, singing & wedded love.
Eventually looking for ways to get out of.

Soon the sun will come to vanquish the illusory from sight.
There will be gnashing of teeth.
The creatures return underneath.

E-motion runs dry without a heart to defy.
No more stuff to mold & manifest.
Finally the traveller finds rest.

The moon god dims away into a new day.
And the morning star burns brightly.
Yet Artemis in secret returns nightly.


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Begin Anew

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Begin anew.

Even when the winds remove your home.

Start over.

There is blood on your hands and rage without thought.

Begin again.

You have habitually drifted into sloth and cowardliness.

It’s a new day.

Hate foams from your mouth, causing harm to others.

Make things new.

Friends no longer surround and you are alone.

Help the needy.

Self loathing consumes your soul and makes you feel disgusted.

Be renewed.

Many have been crushed in your vicious blindness.

Begin again.

There is nothing on the horizon for you at all.

Make your own dawn.

The remembrance of love is faded and gone.

Love is a verb.

Your keen intellect receded into dullness and apathy.


Others no longer shed light upon the path.

Be your own light.

Confusion and uncertainty rob you of life.

Be still.

By Jason Youngman
Fall of 2017



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Artemis – Wild Beauty & Natural Art

During an afternoon excursion around town my gaze fell upon a statue of Artemis. In fact it was more like falling head over heels in love. Time fell away from consciousness as my soul blended with her archetype. After several shots with the bow (my camera) and stretching myself into ungodly positions so as to render her Ideal in the most beautiful manner, her image came into true form. Above her a natural canopy to hide her naked wildness from her twin brother Apollo.

Love & light,


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The Sphere of the Plant

(Long Pond, St. John’s, NL – Aug 2017 – Click on image to download in high resolution.)

From the rustling of the leaves, to the morning song of the sparrow, to the awesomeness of the blue sky, the aesthetic aspects of nature brings me back again and again into a state of gratitude and tranquility. On occasion you may find my person in the solitude of the country surrounded by spruce, listening to the wind swirl through the trees as they comb-out from my mind all that is heavy and complex. The fragrance of the pine cone stirs an ecstatic emotion that remains forever nostalgic; a memory never quite actualized yet yearning for paradise. What branches may have grown forth; in their stead knots of various kinds. In these high places of reflection nature can speak with us, not to us, not with words or printed letter, but through intuitive recognition and kindred participation. Like foliage being blown away to reveal a spot on the ground or a clearing in the bush formerly hidden by shadow, all revealing random images that flow together as one non-sequential form; the flower of life. The more beauty we take in, the more vivid the flower of the intellect is recollected. Science would have us believe that the brain is wired with interconnected neurons to make sense of things but what about the roots of the trees that run deep into the soil? Do they not also commune with one another in subtle ways and behold a network of their own? And should we sit in meditation under its cover, what prevents human-being from receiving their unbroken line of thought? Just because we are in the habit of breaking up thought into fragmented pieces so that we might ascertain its meaning through discursive thinking, doesn’t render vertical thought (non-thinking) of no importance. Perhaps it is beneficial to be attuned with thought at the level of plant before climbing the ladder of cognition.

Here are a few quotes for further reflection.

Love & light,


“Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” – T.S. Eliot


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Eight Degrees of Wisdom

The flower above caught my eye from a distance. Its puffy green centre and its eight silky petals boasts an unusual sight, even for the eye that is constantly on the look out for beauty. Its name remains a mystery to me but perhaps we can call the flower ‘Prudence’ until we know better. Like the notes of a musical octave, the plant reveals the likeness of a galaxy, as above so below.

“Wherever you turn, wisdom speaks to you through the imprint it has stamped upon its works…. Look at the sky, the earth, and the sea, and at whatever in them shines from above or crawls, flies, or swims below. These have form because they have number.” – Augustine

Love & light,


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Grave digger you are far away from home.
Sleep walking through phantacies magical lore.
You faintly hear my voice and recoil with fear.
Wakey wakey it is time to come home my dear.

There is truth to what the voices say you know.
But you listen with your ear to the ground.
Soon they will disturb your whimsy design.
But you know all stories must end in time.

Grave digger you are far away from home.
Sleep walking through phantasies magical lore.
You have wandered too far into the deep.
Now your soul is heavy with sordid keep.

Clad in rotting clothes made of fairy dust.
Chasing after shadows with Pan you lust.
I see your receded star in this cyclic bind.
Tied to the ground with the rest of mankind.

Sleep walker you are far away from home.
Digging graves for a bloodbath in Rome.
Distracted with every passing thought.
Believing in things that come to naught.

Wakey wakey it is time to come home my dear.
And release your hold on every worry and care.
Grave digger you have hit the bottom of the hole.
For the love of G-d just pay the birdman’s toll.

By Jason Youngman
Summer of 2017


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What is your personality type?

How useful is it to attain a more thorough understanding of your personality? Here’s a link to an Enneagram test that may prove to be a colourful approach to better know thyself. It took me about 10 minutes to complete this online and it’s free. To help confirm my results a friend also did the test on my behalf; that is she answered the questions in view to her understanding of my disposition and temperament. We both received the same results. There’s no denying that my enneagram personality type is indicative to who I am. But by no means should one reduce their perspective of self through such a lens. On the contrary it may serve us well to count it in as another surface to the multifaceted diamond by which the spectrum of character or virtue can shine its light, thus illuminate your sight. Like the image above it may help reveal your peculiar way of flowing with the Universe.

Click here to download the picture in high resolution and access my photo album. You are welcome to use my photography creatively and freely to bring joy and edification to others.

Love & light,


“He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened.” ― Lao Tzu


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The Soul of Metaphysical Reflections

The apex and role of an artist is to bring beauty, harmony & splendour
into the mundane world through the vivifying qualities of the Muses.

A bold statement in need of validation yes; so let’s reflect upon the creative literary art of Plato to determine for ourselves whether or not there is truth and inspiration to be received through the wondrous power of the Muses. Click here to access a handful of passages taken from the dialogues of Plato (and Plotinus) that may help to rekindle the fire of imagination.

Love & light,


“As for the Muses and music and poetry in general, they seem to have derived their name from their eager desire to investigate and do philosophy.” – Plato



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