Rocstar.: Get Down to the Business of Pursuit and Achievement in an Earth Crisis

By Taj

Everyday occurrences yield perspective clues in effective
strategy and reveal possibility for success at every turn. This
is an exemplary real life adventure that analyzes an entrepreneur
attempting to launch a global project at the onset of
the New American Recession. Practicality meets Zen in this
modern guide to sustainable philosophies for living that are
in your face and realistically hip. The radius of cause and
effect is real. Ground in sacred principles, keep your sanity,
thrive and win in a time of swift and radical change.

For everyone who still has a dream.

believe explore succeed

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462829125

Taj

Taj is an American dancer extensively involved in mind body disciplines. She combines the study of holistic art and science into compelling workshops and lectures internationally. Taj believes that self-awareness helps bring healing and peace to our world. www.MissTaj.com

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Contents

Rocstar.A new definition of service for our earth.

Baggage Claim—LAX Airport—September 11th, 2008 3:34 p.m.

Bullies and Liars

More of the Same

The Dragon of Flight #29

Michael of Northbrook

That Walk

Meaningless Milestone

Scrambled Brains and Coffee for Breakfast

Tarot Cards and Poodle Skirts

Savasana for President

Wrestling Alligators

The Business of Taking Care

Fake Philanthropy and Dirty Superstitions

Bridges

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

#2—Last Big Blue Bus to Nielson Way

West Coast Soliloquy

Serendipity Sandwich

Afternoon Alchemy

The Red Ribbon

3rd Street Promenade

The Roar of Oz

Midwestern Dream

Sleeping In…

Supermodel Sommelier

Course of Cataclysm

Penthouse Elevator Key

Confession

Knights of Valor

Barn Dance

Extinction of the Polar Bear

Solipsism and Me

Economy Size

Baseball and Steamed Kale

Monophony

Bring It On

Green Pashmina and 777

The Hollywood Phone Call

The 2nd Coming

Painting with Words

Foie Gras and Machine Guns

Somehow I Keep Waking Up

Down the Rabbit Hole

The Detachment Element

Carbon Capturing Storage

Fancy Footwork

Over 2 billion living on less than $2 a day

Friday Night Rain

Linear Luxury

Most women live in rural villages

The Scroll

The Crayon Cartel

Frontline Collaboration

Laureateship in Pajamas

Look at Me

Skip the Preamble

Lambaste

Mercurial Mourning

In Closure

The Pilot Program

This work is dedicated to America; inspired by the sensing of hope in the eyes of its people.

Rocstar. A new definition of service for our earth.

A practical business guide for the modern skeptic and the mystic, this book is for you.

Find your own niche in saving the planet. Day to day happenings give us clues. Follow the twists and turns in the author’s consciousness as she executes the challenge of launching a global project in the face of the new American recession. The gripping reality of all the global issues we must endure can feel daunting. Find your balance and meet the Zen of cause and effect. Ground action in sacred principles you can use to gain perspective, thrive and win in this time of swift and radical change. By being more aware of yourself you can help bring health and peace to our world.

Rocstar is the follow up book to Final Feliz,—an exploration in human communication and its audiobook companion. This three part pilot program is course curriculum and will be available in libraries and educational institutions around the world. We encourage you to participate in this journey by owning your own personal series. An interactive path, there is intentional space available in Rocstar for writing notations and comparing ideas for thought provoking debate.

Rocstar is a raw and poignant analysis of how our choices effect the plight of the human condition. The tools garnered in Book I of remembering your soul’s purpose and demystifying creative intelligence are now put into practical everyday use. Intention is examined and myths that motivate behavior are debunked. A platform for viable solutions is offered to help us recognize and remove obstacles in the path to living our dreams.

Taj shares this concentration of study with audiences worldwide.

find out more, get involved

finalfelizfoundation.org & misstaj.com

Pulitzer prize-winning author David McCullough spoke of a return to a noble ambition to excel. My interpretation of his word speaks to extraordinary care in ordinary acts. A resurgence of pride in doing your best in the present moment, no matter what your position. I love that he has written great works over the years in a small office just outside of his home, often mistaken for a shed. No telephone, no computer and on a second hand typewriter he purchased in 1965 that he adores.

He and his wife Rosalee laugh, just write the book that you want to read.

Have you ever lay awake wondering what happens next?

Baggage Claim—LAX Airport—September 11th, 2008 3:34 p.m.

I’ll walk out the front door before I let someone push me out the back.

It’s good to be home.

Everywhere I stand feels like home to me, or perhaps I’ve conditioned myself by my own mantras and ritualistic behaviors. Once I set foot upon a new land (if you can call Los Angeles a land), I always hear myself utter this phrase that spontaneously activates a trigger in my brain that relaxes my body and restores my optimism for creative possibility.

Today I fulfill a promise.

Exactly upon arrival, after luggage is secured, I take the first available plastic gray colored anatomically molded seat in the foyer and begin to write this book. With a half eaten wilted salad and two unsuspecting chocolate chip cookies, I set about my craft. Minutes later, savoring the one forgotten oatmeal for last, a tasteless trilogy is treasured as I smile with secret abundance.

You’re probably thinking, Who cares about this moment and why am I wasting my precious time reading such an uneventful and overly ambitious sighting by a woman I don’t even know?

As I chomp on the oatmeal, I revel in the flavor of the stale and slightly burned raisins as the rugged texture exfoliates my teeth with each crunch. My mind goes blank and before I succumb to familiar panic, my attention

is diverted by the sound of muffled music through the smudged panels of the automated sliding glass doors.

An invitingly perfect day awaits and I have no idea where this journey leads. I am uncertain, but confident. I am relieved and sleep deprived.

At the exact beginning of your creation, do not concern yourself with what it looks like and pass judgment about how it should be.

Don’t procrastinate, just get on with it.

Bullies and Liars

After the nameless but colorful Blue Shuttle bus dispatcher scorned me for giving a $5 donation to a Hare Krishna, something she called her tip, I felt compelled to acknowledge but not be bullied into using cash as a means of cowardice. Besides, she never gave me time to find out if I was a tipper or a stiffer.

This was clearly a game of wits and skill must be cautiously applied. I was tired, but I wasn’t stupid. I enjoy over tipping. I want to win the bus driver’s favor. Knowing she would not accept, I put my business card in the fresh and sparsely fingerprinted hardback copy of the Bhagavad Gita and presented it face forward to my worthy opponent. I offered the three pound book as a respectful token and belly dance lessons for a lifetime. Not accepting the book, but graciously accepting the card, she promised to follow up.

She will not.

Although my offer was sincere, in sparring I noted she took offense to my residential Santa Monica address destination and immediately was a planet separate from me. Our friendly sports match on the same court became two worlds divided; as in her mind she was convinced I was set apart from her by a zip code.

I felt the exact second of disconnection and knew that there was nothing I could do to change her opinion; as she too was a product of her own rituals, thought process and cultural conditioning.

We are both women, we are the same, I think to myself.

I digress and retreat in quiet rejoice; this prayer of ancient wisdom translated through the ages marks my arrival. En route, I notice that there is a red satin bookmark much like the one in the three handmade collector’s edition of "Final Feliz—an exploration in human communication. " From each ribbon dangles a metal charm, expired currency from the east. There is no doubt that each piece of metal has thousands of stories to tell. I combed over every detail of that work, down to the three day paper selection process, choosing a superior quality laser with silk infusion. It has a soft sheen and a smooth surface so sensitive that the pages swell slightly in high humidity and shine the oils left from your fingertips. The paper was alive, much like the work itself. Especially for the signing launch, they were so time consuming and expensive to make that there are only sixteen copies in the Alpha run.

I am here to deliver three.

Do not make assumptions of people so quickly. Remain open to their unknown wonders. More importantly, when people truly show up, believe who they are the first time their truth is revealed.

Be conservative with your time.

More of the Same

I plan to continue this rambling after a certain nap, so I make polite conversation with the driver and the last passenger. Although I am weary from travel I insist that he drop off the other passenger first as I am just happy to have arrived safely; the driver insist on being fair. He consults with the honorary judge, a Global Positioning System to be the decision of the jury. I am delighted in all this positive engagement as the driver excuses himself at a stopped corner and exits the vehicle. I turn to acknowledge the remaining passenger in polite conversation as my back is turned to him.

OH MY GOD!

I blurt these words in forced disbelief as if I have just seen a ghostly apparition for the first time in my life. I feel the color draining from my complexion. There through the rectangular window of the airport shuttle