From an early age, Crumpton exhibited a rare talent for weaving words into profound narratives that resonate deeply with the human experience. This gift led him to pursue a path as a writer, captivating readers with his ability to distill complex concepts into eloquent prose. His works effortlessly bridge the gap between the esoteric and the tangible, inviting readers to ponder the profound questions that often lie at the heart of existence.
Crumpton's literary exploration extends beyond the written word, as he is also a passionate advocate for fostering open dialogue and intellectual exchange. Through his engaging discussions and thought-provoking lectures, he has cultivated a vibrant community of like-minded individuals who are equally committed to exploring the realms of consciousness, the mysteries of the universe, and the human condition.
In addition to his pursuits in writing and speaking, Crumpton's multifaceted nature is evident in his creative endeavors.
Crumpton's journey has been one of continuous evolution, marked by an unyielding determination to push the boundaries of conventional thought. He challenges preconceptions and invites others to question the status quo, fostering an environment where growth and transformation thrive. His insatiable hunger for knowledge has led him to traverse diverse landscapes, from the halls of academia to the quiet contemplation of nature.
As an explorer of both the outer cosmos and the inner dimensions of the mind, Daniel Louis Crumpton remains an inspiring figure whose life serves as a testament to the profound impact of unbridled curiosity, fearless inquiry, and the relentless pursuit of truth. His legacy is one that encourages us all to embrace the unknown, expand our perspectives, and embark on our own journeys of discovery. His writing has been featured on ZENINTHECAR.COM, OCHELLI.COM, DOWNLOADEDCONTENT.COM amongst many others. His views, ideas, insights and humorous perspectives on current social and political issues have been heard on internationally and nationally syndicated radio broadcasts such as Ground Zero with Clyde Lewis, Lighting the Void with Joe Rupe, The Ochelli Effect with Chuck Ochelli, The Vinny Eastwood Show and Coast to Coast with George Noory.
Daniel Louis Crumpton’s ongoing experimental, introspective and conscious streamed writings, podcasts, videos and interviews can be found collected at ZENintheCAR.com.
D.L. Crumpton is also well known for his charitable work with the CannaSense Total Wellness collective (getcannasense.com), which provides medical cannabis to patients in all 50 states.
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Everyone has heard the expression about forgetting the past and the doom of repeating it, perhaps to the point of taking such wisdom for granted. Like anything wonderful, acclimation to something that is “common knowledge” gets tossed around with lip service but little to no application. Especially on a personal & Individual level. While most people will toss this pearl of wisdom around, about knowing the past to prevent a repeat in the future, the general usage of it is applied to history at large in the minds of most. Granted, it does certainly apply to world, national, or community history in its evocation and when considered can certainly avert world wars, holocausts, forced slavery and every other epic fuck up by humanity at large. But where the concept of knowing the past to prevent its returning in the present truly has power is in the experience of the Sovereign, Spirit filled Individual rather than in the grotesquery of a group. It can be the most liberating Gnosis in our life, as One, when fully comprehended and put into action in our personal tale with ferocity.
Neglecting to remember, or put together, the elements that made us up in our formative years as children, which as we all can agree were traumatic, toxic, dysfunctional & ripe for future diagnosis’s that make big pharma water at the mouth, hardwires us for the affliction of repetition compulsion. The Freudian concept of doing the same thing, over and over and over again on an unconscious level in an attempt to close a loop from the horrible, terrible, no-good things that happened to us as kids. A baby in a crib endures the pain of insecurity when it cannot see the parent, which to it is God. The baby creates chaos by tossing its toy and wailing for something to be done. The parent appears to redeem the rattle which comforts the baby with feelings of safety and security until the absence of it’s God or Gods occurs again. If the baby has learned anything at this stage, its that creating chaos equals the return of security, even though the process of this security is stressful, scary, and soaked in tears. This repetition compulsion continues to be solidified in the child’s organic computer via emotion over logic until around the ages of 8 to 10 when cognition begins to boot up. However, by this time, in many if not most cases, the child has been burdened with trauma through emotional, physical, sexual, or spiritual abuse by parents and family surrounding them that didn’t have their shit together before bringing a life into the world either.
This is where the spiritual concept of generational curses confirms the science of epigenetics and psychology. We repeat the chaos in our childhoods into adulthood primarily because our parents did not do their due diligence to stop the buck before it passed to us. If we came up in broken homes, without two loving and respectful to one another parents, the toxicity of bickering back & forth between a man and a woman sadly becomes “normal”. And while this dynamic is anything but normal, we acclimate to it as if it were and the trauma of this parental dysfunction hides itself in our history without us realizing that our past most certainly wasn’t. When we see one or more of our parents which set the example of what security is supposed to be, drinking, drugging, or acting out in despicable ways for spite; we begin to define what security feels like with the chaos that was put before us. Is it no wonder then, that well into our adult lives we find ourselves drawing in relationships, scenarios & situations that are eerily reminiscent of the horseshit our parents either didn’t know how to fix or didn’t care to? And the snowball of the family curse keeps on a rollin’ down through or progeny.
As the good book says, every creature brings forth after its own kind, in its own image and likeness. Dad was a drunk or abandoned a daughter before she could walk, then daughter pulls in a string of men throughout her lifetime that do the same, which often times instills a bitterness and perception that “all men” are trash and merely exist for goods and services. Mom was a sexual deviant that got her rocks off by violation and normalization of child molestation and son grows up to do the same with hours and hours of upskirt footage on his phone from beaches and bathrooms where his dopamine was achieved through voyeuristic rape; trying to convince himself this sort of thing is normal when its actual sickness is evident to all who discover him. These sorts of ailments within society and the collective unconscious perpetuate themselves in the mechanism of repetition compulsion that has not been observed, halted, and reverse engineered by the Individual that suffers these traumas within themselves.
To remember is to put something broken back together again. Where we all were broken in some way, or another, is the past of our upbringing. We sail down the river of denial when calling our traumas “normal” and have the audacity to be shocked when those same circumstances keep hitting us in the face harder and harder as we go. Unfortunately, many throw their hands up at some point and accept that this type of hardship and debilitatingly toxic sort of existence is “just life” and pass our buck of responsibility onto others. Sadly, this is often to children that deserved much more than our personal apathy and refusal to stop what happened to us. Within us. Rather than stand up to our past and tear down the false senses of security our parents pawned onto us through their ignorance, shame, and facilitation of chaos as normality; we utilize our offspring as extensions of our own stubbornness and addiction to toxicity through abuse, neglect, or parental alienation against another. Rather than owning up to our own bullshit we guarantee the sorrow we harbor will live on in the face of our kids only much more wickedly refined than when we received it ourselves. Woe unto those that partake of that cup. For as the Christ once said, it is better for them if they had never been born, than to have touched an innocent child with toxic hands of harm.
Of course, hope is not lost for those that harbor meekness and humility within their hearts. The few that have the courage to remember their past of horror and with determined will, put it back together again, can and do put a stop to the generational curses carried in lifetimes of DNA. When the love for a child overshadows the love of the self, a person does bring forth the strength to stand up against the past and tell it to go fuck itself with absolute clarity on what will no longer be called “normal”. This courage to explore the tree of death over faking an ascension on the tree of life is the only escape clause in healing that which is broken within us, for the sake of what has come forth from us. When an Individual has endured more than their fair share of suffering & comes to the place of understanding why, the loop can be closed. The cycle of trauma can shoot off into another direction of life within them, around them and especially for those who now look to them for security. When we apply the expression of being doomed to repeat a history we do not remember to our personal present, and take the action required to ensure we never forget, it is not just ourselves we save but the lives of our children we were entrusted with to do just that.
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