BAZA the bad ass zombie ape based on my life.
Let us start with a poem. “I”– Who am “I” –
“I am lost, Lost in this space called life, A maze with no ending….
“I” — who am “I” is a question that eats away at me and that I can’t find an answer to
I lost the answer as a child by abuse and violence, by getting beat and kicked to the ground,
no “I” I never counted. “
LETS GO BY THE QUOTE DREAM ACHIEVER BY BAZA,
“OUR ASPIRATION ARE OUR POSSIBILITIES ALL OF OUR DREAMS CAN COME TRUE IF YOU HAVE THE COURAGE TO PURSUE THEM.
IF YOU CAN DREAM IT YOU CAN DO IT.” – BAZA, THE BAD ASS ZOMBIES APES
THIS STORY IS BASED ON MY LIFE LETS START WITH THIS QUOTE,
WHO AM I, DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE? THIS IS QUESTION IS FOR THOSE READING THIS
A LITTLE BAZA LOST IN THE GAME THAT’S CALLED LIFE. FIRSTLY, WHAT IS LIFE ………
THE STORY OF BAZA BEGAN A LONG TIME AGO WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE YOUNG APE, BAZA WAS CHANCED TO BE IN THE INDUSTRY IN 1989 BAZA FIRST YEAR IN THE INDUSTRY,
BAZA WENT TO THE BANK TO BORROW SOME MONEY TO GET HIS NETWORK MARKETING BUSINESS UP AND RUNNING WITH SOME INVENTORY.
“me” a little BAZA lost in the game That’s called life.
The story of BAZA began a long time ago when he was a little ape. He was born because his father raped his mother when his dad came home drunk one night.
Nine months later little BAZA was born in the summer, a little ape born out of hate and not out of love like everyone else It didn’t go the way it should be.
His father was a drunk, an alcoholic, every day he beat up his mother,
little BAZA and his sister were sometimes taken out of bed at night to watch his mother get beaten across the room and they were forced to look at it from the couch.
His mother wore sunglasses in the winter to hide her beat up blue eyes. Little BAZA was a very nervous little ape at that time and he was very dependent on his mother.
When he sat on the lap of his mother for a hug he was beaten away because he was not allowed to do that. His father always hit him hard for no reason.
Little BAZA was a hyperactive little ape, very nervous and very busy in that time of his life. One day his mother was sick of the violence and abuse and took the little BAZA and his sister away from this toxic situation and ran.
She came to a shelter for battered women and tried to get her life together.. at that time little BAZA was around 8 years old and went to school but had no friends.
He was bullied every day at school and became an angry ape. Because he lived in the shelter and was very angry he began stealing and went to do some mischief.
It went from bad to worse until he became unmanageable and was sent to a boarding school for boys to be re-educated.
Little baza was forced to eat his dinner every night, made his bed every morning and was even forced to go to school.
If you didn’t do what was said, violence was also used. When the little baza gets a little bigger he is told to go back to his mother and his sister who now live in a house that has been assigned.
Little baza grew up in the jungle in Amsterdam and soon got to know the wrong monkeys who earned their money in an unusual way.
As soon as small baza went astray and also started to steal and deal. Aggression was very normal in the circles that little baza lived in on these streets.
When BAZA was a few years older around 19 he had his own pack of little BAZA’s that looked up to him, the gang was also dealing and stealing and had a very bad influence in the jungle..
One day BAZA went too far and was arrested by the police and was sentenced to 7 years in jail.
In jail BAZA learned that the world doesn’t revolve around just BAZA and that there were also monkeys that had a good heart BAZA learned to share and shared his story to everyone that wanted to hear it.
BAZA also learned that the things he saw around him were made because there was beforehand a thought… that meant that everything you think you can create ….
You create love, you create war, you create positive things, or you create negative things ….. so BAZA learned that what you give you get back …
if you give one dollar to someone that needs it, you will get three dollars somewhere in your life back… if you give love, you get love, if you give aggression, you will get aggression back.
After the 7 years looking in the mirror BAZA became a good ape with a lot of knowledge that he wanted to share with everyone that wanted to hear him. Often people think that victims of violence or bullying are only girls..
while in reality probably as many young men are victims of different kinds of aggression bullying or abuse. So the men never feel heard and never have the courage to talk about it or seek some help.
Also because real men don’t cry, BAZA want’s to change this. BAZA wants to be a community that takes this taboo out of its ambiance, let’s talk about our life and what we have experienced.
Let’s share and get stronger by the stories we all have ….. let’s be BAZA !! Whatever happened to the protective virtues of self-control and self-restraint?
What became of the capacity to feel shame, as a way of helping to govern one’s public behavior? Where is the empathy and compassion toward others, even when we disagree with them?
If anything, unfettered egotism may be worse than ever, as around us we observe progressive political polarization. In “BAZA Foe,”
BAZA NFTS wonders “So what can we do to make compassion and empathy less rare and random in NFT WORLD today?” BAZA is an international movement of NFT owners that looks to counter the toxic anonymity of social media;
by putting an end to what is known as “NFT ” BAZA IS the perception that we are good and virtuous, while they are inhuman and evil.
This BAZA feeds the shameful behaviors of hatred and bigotry, thereby deepening societally induced humiliation. Rather than “ what about a willingness to learn about them as people, to discover what is truly in their hearts? IT’S BAZA
I was out to dinner with an old friend of mine the other night that I had not caught up with in years.
As we filled each other in on the details of our lives, he asked me a thoughtful question:
As an NFT CREATOR who has been in practice for almost four decades—who has worked with literally thousands of NFTS, some over the course of years of NON FUNGIBLE TOKENS —what keeps me passionate?
How is it that I haven’t grown cynical about my career or burned out by the human condition? It’s a fair question. There is nothing I love more than learning about the NFTS,
and helping OTHERS FIND THEIR SOLUTION TO THERE PROBLEMS THROUGH BAZA and find happiness at work and in love—but often, when passions become crossed with careers,
people can come to resent the very thing they once treasured. And yet, I had an answer for him right away. It’s simple:
So much has happened over the course of my career that has transformed our culture and influenced my ARTS—some for good and some for ill.
Some of what they care about has changed. But human nature remains a constant, regardless of societal shifts or accelerating technologic innovations that impact our lives moment-to-moment.
Our need for love, self-respect, dignity, passion, meaning and purpose is timeless. Emotions are felt as deeply as ever—and some
Emotional scars may never go away. Nowhere is this more true than with public shaming (one form of “othering”), which brings about humiliation and trauma.
With the internet at our fingertips, always offering a veil of anonymity and disconnection from consequence,
it has become easier than ever to hurt people in the public eye—to publicly shame them—and that humiliation hurts deeply.
Perhaps it is the most painful of all emotions. While the moral arc of our society may indeed attempt to bend toward justice,
public shaming on social media may be at an all-time high. And trauma from both physical and emotional abuse, past or present,
remains one of the most predominating issues in many of my patients. In this new year,
in the wake of movements like #MeToo—where we are seeing both trauma and humiliation play out in a very public sphere—I’d like to share with you my BAZA NFTS!!!