| In the early morning of May 23rd, 2009, our
little brother, Isaiah Sweeney, committed suicide. He was 22 years old,
born April 19, 1987. The other person in the photos is our friend
Chuck. These photos were taken the day before he died. I deeply love
and miss my brother. -- Daemon Bernstein |
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| Below, is an email that
Isaiah sent me the day after his birthday, 4 years ago. I read it,
laughed my ass off, and thought.... "Wow. That was the most
intelligent thing I have heard in a long time." I began then, to
realize how brilliant and funny this kid might be, who I barely
knew. I treasure the time I did have, and only wish I had been more present for it. If I can learn anything from him, it would be how to be authentic in life. He was dirty, and apathetic, but he was also the most genuine person I ever knew. I didn't realize that until today. He had the quiet, simple, beauty in that he didn't need to put on a show for anyone, ever. Some spirituals would say that the hardest thing to achieve in life is to just, 'be'. Isaiah just 'was'. He didn't have to think about it. He didn't worry about what he looked like. He didn't worry about what people thought of him. He didn't worry about how much stuff he had, or how much money he had, or anything like that. He didn't complain about the things he should have had by every right, and was denied. He was quiet, and wild at the same time. I have spent a large part of my life saying, 'later, I'll do that later...' He never thought that way. For him, it was so simple. He either did, or didn't. He had no great arc plan for life, and what he wanted to get out of it. He shunned material things. He never learned to drive a car, never asked to, never seemed to need to. He would walk 6 miles to the airport to run an errand, and it was not a second thought. they made him cook pizza for years. He had no ego against it. "okay, sure." was practically his mantra. I doubt that he even knew what he had naturally tapped into. In many ways he was enlightened, and yet, so oblivious. He was oblivious to the idea of getting rich, getting his way, guilt tripping, greed, hate, fear, and perhaps most of all, he had no vanity. I am only now dropping my walls inside, and beginning to realize who he was. He was simple brilliance. I couldn't see it clearly when he was alive. My life has ended with Isaiahs. Everything I was, and worked for, is no more. I am now starting a new life, and i only hope that I am able to embody some of this natural gifted sense of selflessness, love, and authenticity. He was the most genuine person I ever knew. Below is an example of him, as you cannot see with the eye. Please forward this to anyone who would appreciate him. Sinisterly, Dr. Rock Solomon "Make Life Worth Dying For." www.RockSolomon.com myspace.com/RockSolomon --- On Wed, 4/20/05, jesus christ wrote: From: jesus christ Subject: Recent Developments in the Department of Redundancy Department To: rocksolomon Date: Wednesday, April 20, 2005, 11:31 PM Recent Developments in the Department of Redundancy Department Redundancy, This word has been used redundantly for hundreds of years. Everytime the word redudant is used in a sentence it usually has something to do with an event that was repetative and redundant. The only reason for this must be that redundancy is a large part of life, so large in fact that not even variation can escape its repetative, rythmic, redundant pull. Like the previous sentences(all of which have no real meaning)this sentence also will not have any meaning. Redundant as this paragraph may seem(jesus i already wrote a paragraph about redundancy?)it does however have a point, and that point is: no matter how redundant this paragraph may seem it does however have a point, which will hitherto be repeated several times as is the fashion of redundanism. Futhermore since there is no real point in this discussion i will apologize for the time that it has already wasted(and the time that will be wasted shortly by finishing this sentence)and the time that will be wasted shortly by finishing this sentence. redundancy... the essence of boring, non-intelligable speech. Anyway my point(the one i got sidetracked into trying to figure out earlier but just denied the existence of any point at all) is that redundancy really sucks... especially when it happens within itself(as in this paragraph and all the sentences incased in parenthesis). In conclusion redundancy should be used sparingly because its funnier that way(unlike this paragraph)... even though its just a big waste of time... a really crappy stupid big waste of redundant time... time sucks... dots suck... when they are used... in three's... because when you read them... your supposed to wait... a... second... before... you... read... the... next... word... .. ... . .. ..... ... . . . . . . . . .(redundancy sucks) P.S. If you feel like being really redundant(or feel that there is some reason to re-read the above text), feel free to waste even more time re-reading the above text(yes i realise this is getting really long and i should get back to work) Ahh yes... Redundancy. Live long and prosper. ------------Isaiah Sweeney - R.I.P.------------ |
| Hello brothers and sis, hanging in there I hope. I'm not sure how to say anything about this tragedy. I just want to know that Isaiah is at peace now and that we can all heal.Isaiah sure was a funny one. "Wait....what?!" a skinny little dude who smoked a lot of pot. played really clean technique on his guitar, learned everything really fast and then went deeper inside the idea. he was learning one of my songs, he just like the guitar part. It was amazing to hear him play it so smooth, he was so eager to learn it. Excited. I think we were lucky for the time we had, I feel so fortunate that I got to be with him for a year in key west. As hard as that year was on everyone, i basically became a pirate, Isaiah was always cool with me and it was great to see his strong peace come through in times when things weren't so great. He could acknowledge an honest emotion and still contain his pain and confusion, until he would just snap, but that happened pretty rarely. His writing's were so natural for him, he could do anything, and like Rock said he didn't see ambition the way we see it. He's going to be sorely missed. I love you guys. Harry |
| Isaiah loved
patterns. He saw them in everything, even when no one else thought there was a pattern. But, specifically, he saw the patterns in nature. Take a look at nature and you can see fractals. It was beautiful and fascinating to him. he loved plants and grew them on the rail of the landing at his apartment. He found carnivorous plants that ate bugs really interesting. From my perspective of him, he seemed to find that life was interesting. He had little use for stuff, and so he had few personal possesions. No driver's license or car. No plan to aquire either. He was a truly unique and beautiful person. -- Daemon Bernstein |
| One of my favorite
memories of my Brother Isaiah happened about 4 years ago.
Rock & Izzy and I were chilling on Duval St. in front of a bar watching all the tourists make fools of themselves in Celebration of Fantasy Fest. This was after Hurricane Wilma which had postponed Fantasy Fest. Ļ The Power on the whole Island had been cut off, and so Duval St. had become lame. Izzy & I decided to get a bottle of alcohol, and go hang @ the apt until the power came back. I normally wouldn’t do this cause I had to work the next day @ 7am. But since the power was out, I figured I wouldn’t have to work. So, he & I went into the living room, and proceeded to get drunk & call his girlfriend in Philly. Izzy turned his speaker on his cell phone on, and for about 3 hours, we screamed and yelled at her about how fucked up our family was. We started w/ Daemon, Then Harry, Then Rock, then Loa. We told stories that we had heard from one of the other kids. We just talked about what we knew, and just how we had all come to this point in our lives. Also, we continued drinking, and were pretty hammered at this point. We had just started talking about us when the power came back on around 2am. I realized that I would have to work @ 7 am so I went to bed. This was just one of the best times I spent w/ Izzy. We had a connection that I didn’t have w/ anyone else. In his moment we were just two brothers enjoying each others company. -- Dylan Jester |