The most haunting aspects of the Danny Masterson Case

After I saw the verdict in the news, I woke up in the middle of the night, my head pondering, “Are there other people losing sleep over this case, too?” ……

Why does this case disturb me so much, why did I wake up in the middle of the night? Because SA victims and perpetrators effect society on a visceral level—more than any other crime. Chillingly, the most unsuspecting women you know have been SA victims and sometimes, but not always, unsuspecting “gentlemen” you know have been SA perpetrators to various degrees. There are no winners. I wish I could just tell men to keep their junk in their pants until they get married but I like to substantiate my proclamations with more analysis (see in subsequent paragraphs). Plus, among the powerful and priviledged, this case should have never seen the light of day. The fact that it went to trial and that there was a 30year conviction is unprecedented in rape cases.

According to research, 1 in 5 women have been sexually assaulted. This should scare the living daylights out of men right now—a lot of you guys have skeletons in your closet, although maybe not as brazen as Danny’s, but adjacent to it. Whether you did something as agregious as Danny or were on the periphery (the murky area between consent and rape)—you should be disturbed. You should blush, you should—and I’m going anti-Brene Brown right here—feel some damn SHAME. Heck, let’s get puritanical and go for the jugular of the issue: the majority of 21st century men and women right now should be disturbed just by having a cavalier attitude towards sex in general, stemming from the 1960’s Free Love Movement that gave people carte blanche to have sex outside of marriage. Look around you—LOOK what all of that attitude, that heart postering, has devolved into—so many scandals in varying degrees from minimal to criminal! Am I wrong?? Great if your hands are clean—but that doesn’t give you license to go watch porn, either, which has no doubt influenced SA perpetrators.

If you are a loved one in the circle of Danny and his crazy *church*—perhaps hiding, aiding and abetting his actions or completely oblivious to him and just saw him as this young Mr Rodgers do gooder)—YOU, too should also be disturbed. Lies compound followed by a brazenness to do more criminal acts—that is Danny’s story and that’s how one woman’s life and spirit, one after another and another and another was corroded. Here are aspects of the case that I’m reflecting on right now…

PERFECT STORM: The statute of limitations and multiple Jane Doe’s coming forward

It might have taken 20 years, which most by this time would think time would be running out and weakening the case of the victims, but a lot more was at play. Interestingly, this could not have gone to trial it were not for ALL 3 victims coming together 20 years later—10 years past the normal statute of limitations! There is an ecxeption in the California judicial system that allows for the statute of limitations to not apply anymore when prosecuting a case IF it’s multiple people coming forward, thus bolstering the justification to take the case to trial. Furthormore, if it were not for Danny’s brazen attitude to not even apologize with one often Jane Does several years ago when she gave him the chance to do, that could have shifted the course of events that we see today with all 3 of them coming together to finally put Danny in his place. All she wanted was an apology was so pompous to think he would scoff at that and be let off the hook—because time heals all wounds, right ladies? nah, not sexual wounds, they’re on a whole different class catergory….

THE SCIENTOLOGY BRIGADE ENABLING DANNY FOR YEARS

I’ve seen the case against Danny woven in and and out of the news cycle for years now, but only after hearing of his 30 year sentence this week did the case really hit my psyche for blind justice when it has the opportunity to bloom—in this case it took 20 years. It took 20 years of push back against a multi-billion MLM corporation called the Church of Scientology. Obviousy calling itself a “church” is sacrilegious—it has nothing to do with church and only lining the pockets of David Miscavidge and his elite minions around him.Why else would I call it an MLM? Well, when you have membership of only 45,000 tops worldwide (last I checked) it’s no wonder all the people at the top are raking in fruits of slave labor put in at the bottom by those blue color Scientologists living and working in the Sea Org and only being paid $46/week.

I hope “church” of Scientology—the most annoying and fantastically fabricated “religion” (especially with there 5oc3 tax exmption) in the world (morman is a close second) gets taken down. Last I heard there were 45 thousand members worldwide—that doesn’t compute for a machine that has generated over a billion dollars in revenue over the years. Well, not when your one of their Sea Org members (aka slave laborerz). Those sorry saps get a measly $46/week in pay for their labor and a lot of them begin as children. I believe the only reason Tom Cruse and Joh. Travolta, amoinf other famous scientoloigiests, have not left is because one can’t just leave—they have to escape and if you even escape they have dirt on you now. Blackmail is a currency we often don’t think about.  They have dissected your life. I personally don’t even believe the media reports that Tom Cruise is best friends with head of Scientology David Miscavidge—they are frenemies

What is so insidious is that Danny, either consciously or subconsciously chose women in his church organization—an organization that disparaged its members from ratting each other out to the police.

  

SEXUAL SIN vs SEXUAL CRIME and gaining a healthier fear around sexual ethics in general

As I sorted out the tension I felt about this case, my emphathetic nature extended toward both the victims and the pereptutrator Danny for what he is about to endure in the Californian Prison system (they ain’t kind to white boys) that should put a healthy fear in EVERYBODY on the nature of sexual sin, the severity of how far it can go and the repercussions on society. For instance, we all know there are sins and then there are sins that are flat out crimes. Why do we scoff at the latter but still refuse to work on the latter for our own sake—removing the speck in out own eye? Yea it’s not as big of a speck but it’s a still a speck—a speck that can morph. So the question I posit is this: Men, what is the status of your sexual proclivities right now? People love so many of you during the light of day—but whatcha doing in the dark, behind people’s back? You could be an alpha in the light but if you are watching porn you are actually a gamma beta—you are essentially what you do in the dark. You are not living with sexual integrity, a moral compass based on self control over instant gratification thats bow down to your vices. YOU are aiding and abetting the bread and circuses. When are YOU going to be set apart? Think you’re preparing for a healthy marriage and children by viewing porn? It’s the antithesis of any stability and self control in a man’s life who want to commit to one woman.

The internet has become the Roman Cholossseum for everybody to give their thumbs and thumbs down depending on who should be praised or frowned upon that day. Meanwhile you’ll go back to your iPhone or computer and passively take in cheap dopamine hits that short circuit your brain. Porn is not illegal but it should be—it damn well is a sin though. It damn well not helping the men out in this country. Some become unsatiated by it, they need to graduate onto darker and darker things. Sometimes our sexual sin leads to crimes, other times it just destroys their personal relationships because they have so much baggage behind us or porn has warped our minds. Danny’s case highlights the nature of sexual sin on a whole and it’s rampant in this country.

Why is it more potent—stays with us more than any other sin? You are forever connected to that person. Ancient psychology and wisdom is nevermore found than in the Bible regarding the caveats of sexual sin versus other sins:

“Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body.” 1 Corinthians 6:18

It’s hard enough dealing with your spouse or boyfriend trail of women they left behind before they got together with you. That’s rough. It’s the subconcious feeling of being compared to his past liasons—regardless of if he loves you more. The soul ties still abound in premarital sex—it’s a pure selfish act. And might I say 95% of the is country is guilty of such acts—yep, American adults are all selfish shameless whores  (save for the single digit percentage of virgins) in need of an overhaul and reinstating sexual mores. Yet, what's even more rough is sexual criminal acts you know them for. That had to have eaten away at Bijou. I think she knows—she always knew. But when you are one to go through so much trauma in your own family you are almost primed to get sucked into th web of someone else’s. I think that’s one of the reasons why she became so tethered to Danny. Just my opinion.


It’s interesting that so often in our lives that we look to the friends and family to vet a new friend, business partner or romantic candidate. “Why get outsider opinons—choose the peple that know him or her” we hear. We always assume that people wear the mask in public and take it off for their people to see in private, right?  Well, do we ever think about how it could be true the other way around in certain situations? Judging the character of someone could be a matter of what the public says about them—not what their close cohorts say. They could be grimey in the public view while holding a boy scount gold badge amongst their immediate family and close  peers. Such is the current case with Danny Masterson—the public sees him for the nefarious man he is while his close family and friends still stand resolute, vouching for his exemplarary character and good deeds among them. Philosopher Kate Manne has called this phenomenon “himpathy.”*** As American actor Christina Ricci stated, “People we know as ‘awesome guys’ can be predators and abusers. It’s tough to accept but we have to. If we say we support victims — women, children, men, boys — then we must be able to take this stance.”

Perhaps they are all in denile but remaining loyal while they plead with the justice system to pardon and negate his transgressions from his early 20s. Sometimes it’s the people closest to us who are the most fooled, not the people standing afar. The public sees Danny for who he is while, ironically, his closest people will be the last ones standing.

 

THE CALIFORNIA PRISON SYSTEM IS ALMOST THIRD WORLD

Ok, maybe not third world but, compared to the backdrop of California glamour, Hollywood and Disney Land that this namesake is known for, I think very few people know about this state’s prison system. Heck, has anyone watched what goes on in one of the biggest for-profit industries in America right now—the penal system? I think every teenage young man in Amercia needs to be aware of the daunting legal system they exist in. Charges can and will be brought against you with enough evidence and SA perpetrators are not treated well in the system. I just learned this year, after getting to know a man who was in prison for a decade on drug trafficking, that there are more drugs running through the prison system than on the outside—chew on that for a bit. Just watch this Growing Up Scientology interview wth former convict Tommy Scolville explaining the daily hell Danny is going to have to endure.

Some people exist in prison in a passive state, but that’s rare—you always need to be on guard because the correctional officers are not “correcting” everything that goes on if you know what I mean. On the other spectrum, the people that will be on the run the most is the SA perpetrators—they are literally the scum in the prison hierarchy. Danny is going to be “paying rent” says Scoville, using prison slang and euphemisms to exclaim the dark streetwise culture of prison for which he spent 13 years of his life. Here is one phrase that he kept reiterating that sent chills up my spine for any human being having to endure the prison system for that long in those conditions: “Danny will be considered an NC among the prison population. That means he’s got nothing coming.” As in, don’t wait for anyone to help you because they ain’t…



NO WOMEN WINNERS

I feel empathy for Bijou—she’s been through a lot of trauma in her life—this is one big add on. 7 years of dating him—you think she didn’t know stuff then? Perhaps she has gone through so much with her own family she didn’t mind being melded into his web of deceit. I think she turned a blind eye and thought all of that stuff was behind them when they went on to marry. I feel sorry for the Jane Doe victims and more to come forward—I’m sure there is this dichotomy of a cathartic release in finally seeking justice after so may years yet a tension to go back in time to relive when they were compromised/incopocitated at the hands of him. And lastly, his mom Carol—he was apparently the “golden boy” in her eyes. Sounds like he had a great relationship with her—but did it go too far as to enable him, to embolden him to do these acts of evil? I think we need to revaluate the notion of “great mother-son” relationships in this country because, as much as I heard my mother tell me growing up that the best indicator of a good man is whether he has a good relationship with his mother, there are caveats to that. We know narcissistic and psychopathic men abound who were not close with their moms growing up, but I think those same men could also come from a “great mother-son relationships” that stoked the egos of these boys so much that they thought they were invincible….and Danny was that for a long time, but today his invincibility was reigned in and shackled.

***Although I do not agree with her vapid inspiration for that which came from the Brett Kavanaugh case. That whole trial and Christine Lousy Ford was a sham that bitter feminists still use an an example of mysogony and men getting away with things—sit down y’all.   




 

My parents

I was just headed out the door yesterday and saw them from behind. Not an irregular site but this moment gave me pause to extract the emotions from my head in writing. My parents are very much in love — they tease each other like the young 20-somethings they were while dating. They still don’t fully get each other, they actually really annoy each other at times — perhaps the novelty and intrigue of keeping a 41year marriage together? The first thought that crossed my mind was more shallow than deep — being a single 36yr old, impatient yet steadfast, with little affection in a while and no man on my radar — are they going to make out after I leave? Then subsequent thoughts took over as I projected myself into their situation…

Gosh, I would be making out with my guy within 1 minute of a snuggle. I can’t wait to __ __ ___ (fill in your crazy rated R thoughts.) Oh the proximity and safety net of being married and having sex pretty much at anytime! Wait, do they still do it? I wonder. Wait, no, actually I don’t want to wonder — Ugh! I wouldn’t even dare to ask them that for fear we both would blush.

Some things in life are better left a mystery and this is one of them. I still want to pretend like I have the innocent mind of a 5 year old in their eyes. I want to shield them from the proclivities of my wondering imagination at this age and in this frustrating growing-state of singlehood I am in. They look so sweet and freshly married young 20-somethings in spirit, eventhough they are chronologically in their mid 60s. Age is a cruel labeler as biologically younger-looking people have to fight against her prejudice of how society dictates a 65 year to look and act.

The couch snuggle will suffice for these two — and any couple of their longevity and rollercoaster of a marriage. Frisky thoughts are a feeling of the past (that I won’t comprehend until I reach their age). I tell myself, Whitney, right now they are just tired. Dude. 4 decades — they are probably just tired and soaking in that tiredness together. Some of their marriage days — even months and years, you could say — were like a boldozer held on by a shoe string. It’s quite remarkable they made it this long, their fire intact — that fire when they both met each other at the age of 19 and 20. If only our spirits intertwined with one another could stay frozen in time during the fever of First Meet — the beginning of dating, the vows on the wedding day, the honeymoon stage thereafter. If those feelings could only stay in Arrested Development while the rest of our lives matured, do you think more couples would still fight to hold on to the sacredness of their marriages no matter the nauseating drudge of life and selfish enterprise (from either one spouse or both) that came with that? I wonder.

Surely 40 years ago they would be a lot more physically lustful after I leave the room, but honestly, I think that’s not what couples do at this age. My mom and dad’s lustful fire for one another has morphed into a wholesome love — wielded by years of highs and lows that have found themselves a calm homeostasis energy I wish I could have experienced more as a child. But life and the things that happen in it are not some linear equation — some Leave It to Beaver Family in the calm utopia of a suburban coldesac. Oh no, my upbringing was not linear. I had to deal with more emotional turmoil as a child than I did as an adult — don’t you wish it was the other way around? I’m sure alot of offspring have felt the same as me. It should not be that your heaviest burdens come as a child, that should be the most lofty time in your life. Adulthood is for the emotional turmoil — for the Dark Ages. We can handle it better can’t we? Well, for some of us not living in that linear dimension, we had no choice: we had to handle it as children. Growing streetwise, not a snowflake gene in us, we overcame the drudge earlier in life than most of our peers. I don’t know about other’s cirmcumstances but that’s not to say I had bad parents — I had incredible parents dispite the emotional turmoil of witnessing them fighting alot. Sometimes I think about what era I would not want to time travel to and that is the Midievel Era, a.k.a. the Dark Ages. Likewise I wouldn’t want to travel back to parts of my childhood. That’s how dark it was sometimes. Othertimes it was so based, so euphoric and wholesome — in fact, if I took an honest inventory, that was actually most of my childhood and I look at my parents in that way. They are frozen in my memory as the cup is over half full: not just the opportunities they gave me in life but the genuine love and laughter that came over our home, overshadowing and softening the Dark Ages.

Seeing them sit there, I have fun thinking they could pounce on eachother after I leave the house. But again, as I remind myself, I think they are more tired than frisky — tired of living +40 years together. Too tired to get down like my mind — in its sexual prime — wants to think is a possibility. But it’s not all sexual energy on my mind, it’s logistics, too: the thought of forward thinking. A younger unmarried couple have no past to reflect back on; they are only thinking about each other’s future—or immediate future—as anxiety palpates through the girl’s veins and brains, as she wonders “Is this The One?”; whilst discomfort and excitement in a certain region of his as he wonders “Please don’t blue ball me again like last time, seriously, how long is this girl going make me wait?”lol Yet, for a couple that has been married so long, they are probably less looking at their future as they are reflecting on their past together: building a life and family, prevailing over the most tempestuous of seas that gave them no flat horizon in site and the trenches they could barely climb out of. They never gave up. As trite as it sounds: where there is a will there is a way. We have different camps of thought in our culture that dictates marriage longitivity: some say its practicality/peaceful ease of living together and others say its chemistry/fire — which is it?! Because the fire of chemistry might not always come with the peaceful ease and visa versa. Pick your flavor before the ice cream of relationship opportunity melts. (Believe me, I am reminding myself of this despairing notion more and more everyday.)

Perhaps that is what they are reflecting on: We made it. Four kids. Look what we built. Etc…I can only imagine that etcetera, being a fly on the wall of their thoughts as they lean their heads on each other. There is a redeeming and cleansing aspect to pushing through — but how much to push through and for how long? Well, even one of the most experienced marriage counselors could not answer that for two spouses currently hanging by a thread. It’s up to the people who said their vows — they have their own unique threshhold, what do they want to make of this life? Are they going to keep on this jarring journey of staying together through thick and thin or are they going to break off and (hopefully) each find a new adventure to face. The risk to stay together versus the risk of breaking up and facing the unknown (another kind of drudge) —oh, the epitome of being between a rock and a hard place. The grass ain’t always greener. Although mixed families are becoming the norm, there is something to be said about the only once-married couple: the diamonds in the rough they are — the rough times that shaped them, that challenge the vows they made. Nobody sees their diamond really glitter until much later — like my parents. Their’s was a diamond in the rough for a very long time….and I hope their’s never gets compiled by the pains of the past because no couple who survives the Dark Ages of marriage deserves to go back. They prevailed and I hope others can have faith in their First Love to do the same. A rose can only blossom after the rain. It won’t be easy — most great things in life never come easy. I hope you give your budding rose of marriage a chance to blossom in due time.

“You mock my pain.

“Life IS pain, Hingness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

  • The Princess Bride

SLEEP

Reflections on the necessities of life and encouraging your child to embrace sleep time!

 


When I was young it would meet me at night and I would fight its mysterious welcome,  embracing me in that strange darkness as my eyes closed and my mind faded. “But Momma, no! I don’t want to go to Sleep!” I said so many times. Sleep seemed so boring and I was curious why I needed 8 hours of it. Where did I go for those 8 hours as I closed my eyes? Sometimes I would be taken to places called dreams or nightmares, other times I would go nowhere and wake up with nothing to talk about it. Sometimes Sleep didn’t give me a meaningful story to retell myself; other times it did, predicting the future and peculiar things that would end up coming true in my life. Either odd or glorious, Sleep gave me a world I strangely looked forward to more and more as I grew up. Sleep was my favorite when I got home after a late night party with people and loud noises. It welcomed me in her elusive arms as I dozed off that night, always treating me as it remembered me so well as a baby when I first came into this world, frozen in time:

 

 “Come child, rest your little heart and mind. Maybe I’ll let you take your imagination places tonight or maybe I’ll just leave it be. I hope its bright and cheerful but if it’s dark and scary I promise to wake you up. You’ll be ok. That’s what Day is for sometimes: to recover from night. But most of the time it will be Sleep (me) you need to recover from Day. I will rejuvinate your soul, mind and body so don’t forget how important I am. Sometimes the most satisfaction comes in little hour naps, too, when you can’t bear to get through the whole day without me. When you wake up from those little bouts of me you will feel a quiet kind of jubilee, ready to go through the rest of the Day before you meet me again at night.”

 

Often, as I would open my eyes in the morning, I was intrigued by the realization that I just slept for 8 hours. “What if I never needed Sleep”, I thought? Like an owl or a fish, that would be quite lonely because everyone else would be embracing Sleep around me. So, I’m glad that I now love Sleep and look forward to meeting it every night. Resting the beat of my heart, the thinking of my brain, the tension of life—it's like Sleep repairs me every night and that’s why Day feels so sweet again. Sometimes I look forward to going to bed more than I feel like waking up whereas other times I look forward to waking up more than I look forward to going to bed. Sleep and Day balance me out. I get to accomplish another exciting Day because Sleep gave me that strength I needed, recharging my life in such mysterious ways when I open my eyes back open every Day…..Thank you, Sleep. See you again soon.

Swimming in Deep Water: Why are we so scared?

My psychological assessment…


It’s the same buoyancy as swimming in the shallows where we can see the bottom.

But, oh no, for some reason our brain still equates the ocean deep to the land steeps—a cliff.

It’s as if we feel like we are going to fall down to the bottom, get dragged down. “But don’t be afraid, buoancy is the same as the shallows,” we console our minds. What’s really going on is the darkness and the lurking of something that may or may not be there—THAT’S the new “gravity” we are fighting against that we would otherwise be fighting if we fell off a cliff. The darkness beneath equates to that long fall off a cliff after we get in…

 

We have to mitigate those fears by redirecting our conscious towards the practical buoyancy of the water. But our brain so easily snaps back to the irrational “deep water = falling off a cliff” mentality, does it not? And the more depth there is beneath us the higher probability of apex creatures lurk beneath that we cannot see. That is what it so scary about open water swimming. To the average person whos mind goes into “deep = cliff” default mode, you feel more and more like a pawn in the ocean. Helpless. Bereft of the control you would otherwise have on land, to see danger coming near you, to run, all that dissipates in the ocean. Like a slinky, this is something that takes uncoiling the natural fears found in the far recesses of our mind. It’s interesting, getting into deep dark water is a dichotomy: it’s a calming activity but, yet, we feel so anxious at the same time.

 

Like Jaws, the most iconic cover of all time, cemented in our consciousness, that is the subminimal messaging that gnaws at us every time we get in dark water. Maybe it’s not the movie—let alone the cover—we think of directly, but it’s those feelings we had that store in the back of our minds as another fear in life to have, one of our survival tools: to minimize risk and exposure to dangerous environments. Ignorance really is bliss, isn’t it? I mean, if we didn’t have the Jaws cover, what would otherwise be stored in our psyche as something so pop culturally potent to gird our loins from an apex predator beneath us? Speaking of apex, it doesn’t help either that my mother recently sent me an article of how savage sea otters can be. Even so rare as these attacks happen, it’s just another one to add to my list of animals to fear.

 

I had an epiphany just now—as I’m writing, literally!—that deep water will remain the most primitive state of us interacting with nature in a 21st century world. In the midst of us knowing everything the stubborn darkness of deep water will humble our psyche, returning us back to the Dark Ages of discomfort, pending doom. There is no modern invention to lessen the tension of getting in water that you cannot see the bottom. The juxtaposition of deep water and the knowledge-based realm of so many things being immediately accessible and transparent today is jarring. Our modern advances are no match for deep dark water. I suppose you could walk around with a sonar that picks up large predators before you take a dip—as I can see Ben Stiller’s risk assessment character doing in Along Came Polly. Unfortunately, you can’t hold your phone in the water to call for help and you also can’t ask Google or Siri right before you jump in what’s lurking in the vicinity.

 

Getting into deep dark water, suffice it to say, is a test of mental fortitude and control: calming our fear receptors that are otherwise helpful in preventing bad things from happening and in the event of an emergency. Fight or flight, we have to push back against the Hollywood subliminal messages that paint Deep water in such a negative light. Stepping off a cliff will always be stepping off a cliff and will have a 100% mortality rate. Yet, swimming in the deep dark waters should not have the same cachet of dire fear that falling off a cliff has—most likely nothing bad will happen to you, to me, to the 99% percent of the population who can swim.  

 

If we can step back and gain some new perspective on the way we view deep dark water then we could neutralize our outlook, let our fears sink, take the heavy burden of the Unknown off our shoulders. It’s not every day I can advocate for one to make friends with their fears and call out how irrational some of them are that have been programmed into us either by nature or nurture. By not allowing fear to take over when it comes to swimming in deep water, at least your next experience will be more enjoyable. You’ll be able to enjoy the scenery around you and the therapeutic benefits of water immersion, reminding yourself that Jaws was just a 1970s mechanical dummy shark. Three generations later, we gave that monster way too much credence, it’s time to uncoil that slinky of fear thinking.

 

Are you part of the Preventative or the Cure Culture?



The world is HEAVY right now with so much "curing" going on. And I’m not talking in medical terms here, I’m talking social. There is an absence of personal agency/responsibility, and realizing our choices have a domino effect culminating in the scandals everywhere we look.…the absence of not just the belief in God (because we all know people who frontload their religion to mask their vices) but more importantly the FEAR of God in people’s lives. 


When you are at the Cure stage of whatever tribulation you are facing then you are either the victim or the perpetrator in it—both are weak positions and I’d rather be labeled neither. There’s a lot of perpetrators and victims in the headlines today and that’s reflective of our lazy morally debased society trying to cure the problems without considering the roots. Stay away from the things and people that will make you a victim or a perpetrator. In terms of victimhood that could have been prevented, there is a daunting psychological power that most people do not want to harness`and that is the realization that we have to consent to everything--if we peel back the layers, things really don't just "happen" to us! (I've never felt simultaneously empowered AND offended than when I remind myself of that truth.lol) Choices are made. Blinders are put on. I've heard an impactful phrase in regards to this topic that people could philosophize all day on: "It's not your fault but it is your responsibility."


Like a bodyguard working incognito watching over his client for years, Prevention flies under the radar. It doesn’t get as much media attention because it comes from having a gratitude mindset and personal agency in all our decisions. People with a Prevention mindset have a self awareness about the sacredness of their own spirit/mind/body and have reverence for other’s, too.


Prevention is the invisible stronghold that primes us to do more interesting and greater things in our lifetimes—and it keeps people from being perpetrators and victims. Prevention might be mundane and boring at times, you might even experience some FOMO and exhaustion from doing the right thing but just keep going….. 🤍

TREETOPIA: A far off future

A tree hugger’s dream…..Imagine a futuristic world of gargantuan trees overtaking skyscrapers, coexisting with humanity through architectural ingenuity. I’ve taken a contrarian view of how we see the future in science fiction films and flipped it, posing the question: what if man-made structures didn’t overtake the natural world but rather the natural world take over ours? From there I preconceive a mutant-like organic sphere living in harmony with the modern technological age. This is what it looks like in year 3091….this is the year of T R E E T O P I A ©️ I came up with the concept of Treetopia almost 2 years ago and finally have gotten around to putting my imaginative world into 2D existence! 🌍 🌲 🤍 All digital hand-drawings #whitneylanderson digital drawing #treeart #treetopia

The Five Species of Salmon" : an Acrylic + oil painting collection

Salmon garner a level of respect from me and so many others in the industry who have grown up sustained by them. Plus, we live in a pretty fake world which is why having a story is everything: conscious consumers want an authentic story behind what they consume and I think one of the most authentic foods you can eat is wild salmon. It’s truly one of the most remarkable animals in the world—in both its rich nutritional content and it’s impressive life cycle. Think about it: a pen pig is ready for slaughter at 250lbs in just the first 6months of their life, whereas salmon reach maturity in 3-5 years with a mere yet mighty 7lbs to them—all the while getting lots of exercise and dodging predators for years! So, when my dad catches them in their prime on their way to the spawning grounds to pass on their rich genes—YOU are eating those fish that have survived. It’s survival of the finest out there and your body feels it every time you consume wild salmon. One just can’t feel the same way when consuming pork or other meat. Still an enigma in the midst of all the scientific gains we have in this modern day, biologists have yet to pin down their lives in the wilds of the open ocean where they roam free and become adults.

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