Journey 1 Hollywood Movie In Hindi Download
Rubie Mccloughan
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Last week, I achieved a milestone that every artist dreams of: I won the Hollywood Independent Music Award in the Contemporary Classical Category for my composition "Kelton" (for piano and string orchestra). As I stood on that podium to give my speech, the weight of the crystal trophy in my hand was eclipsed only by the weight of the journey that brought me there.
The path of an independent artist is paved with challenges. While the music industry celebrates the grandiose blockbusters, indie artists craft their compositions in the quiet corners of life. Without the financial backing of big studios or the marketing might of industry giants, our creations often whisper in a world that's used to shouts.
Recognition in such an atmosphere, then, is no small feat. Awards like the Hollywood Independent Music Award aren't just trophies; they are beacons. By recognizing independent artists, they validate our efforts, fuel our passion, and pave the way for diverse, authentic music to flourish.
For me, "Kelton" wasn't just a piece of music. It was a journey, an emotion, a story waiting to be told. The delicate dance of the piano with the rich melodies of the string orchestra was my heart laid bare, and the award is a testament to its resonance with others.
To all the independent artists out there: your voice matters. Your creations are worthy. No matter how tough the journey, continue to compose, to sing, to play, to create. The world needs your unique voice.
And to those who listen, support, and recognize independent music: Thank you. By cherishing our work, you empower us to dream bigger, climb higher, and create with renewed vigor. After all, art isn't just about the loudest voice, but the most authentic one.
My mother should never have found me unconscious in a dope-house, thin, pale, weak, and broken with bruised and bloodied track marks covering my entire body. She was never supposed to have witnessed me slip into a comatose stroke-like-state, to be put in diapers, unable to move, talk, and hooked up to machines. She should never have had to hold my hand while I convulsed with seizures, terror in my eyes.
We were first separated when he went to prison due to his drug addiction while I began to work in film. Unfortunately, when I returned from Africa he was about to get out of prison. I decided to rekindle our relationship with the hope of helping him find his life again. He soon became my priority and as I slipped deeply into our relationship every dream, project, and ambition began to fade away.
It started with drinking too much, which quickly led to taking prescription pills. I justified my behavior by convincing myself that I deserved to be young and party. I told myself that I was too uptight, too driven. I needed to let loose.
I began to realize that when I took pills, parts of my past that had always haunted me began to quiet. The images of the boy who had shot himself in the face in front of me just a few years earlier began to dissipate. The emotional scars of the vehement bullying and torture in school became a distant memory. And the reality of just how unhealthy my relationship was slipped away. I was becoming numb, and I liked it.
Then came a night when my entire life stopped: a moment frozen in time. He shot me up with heroin. It was the injection that dictated my future, a rush so bleak yet euphoric. I felt the heroin coursing through my veins, heading straight for my heart. I was hooked. From that moment I became a ghost of the self that I once was.
Addiction feels like a possession of both the spirit but more importantly the brain. I could not stop to save my life. There is nothing rational or understandable about being a heroin addict. My brain was high-jacked, my only escape: a suicide attempt a year and a half after my first injection.
During my addiction, I lost everything on every level. I had no respect for myself, no pride, no morals, no rationality, no spirit, no smile, no laugh. I had not one dream, idea, or goal. I had even lost the idea of love that had been the driving force into my addiction. My life became devoted to the compulsion and obsession to spend every minute in the pursuit to find a vein to inject more heroin into.
Along the way I witnessed crime, disease, overdoses, and death. I was beaten, left for dead. I contracted hepatitis C, superior mesenomic artery syndrome, a contracted gallbladder, and I lost everything I had ever owned. Yet none of these things stopped me from getting high. All it did was drive me further into the insanity that had become my life.
Then came a day where the insanity was too much for me to endure. I looked into the mirror and saw the empty vessel I had become. On that day I decided that there was no coming back from the depths of hell that had become my life. I had gone too far. I had not an ounce of hope. I decided that I should end my misery and take my life.
I attended various treatments for the course of 10 months. What soon became apparent was that I was fighting a battle that most were losing. I watched friends in each treatment facility die before ever finding sobriety or peace of mind. I witnessed more failure than success, more death than life, and more families being destroyed. I sat in each treatment center determined to be the exception to the statistic that was constantly broadcasted to its patients: that heroin users have a 90% chance of relapse, and that many of us would die. Through extreme hard work, long-term treatment, health consciousness, support groups, determination, and the unyielding support and love of my mother I not only survived my heroin addiction but I learned how to thrive.
I decided to make something of this improbable second chance that I was given. I enrolled in college and studied International Political Science with a focus on the socio-economic development of opioid drug treatment programs and the neuroscience off addiction, Cultural Anthropology, and I became internationally certified in several recovery coaching programs. I graduated with top honors. I learned through my journey in school that I could take my personal experience as a heroin addict and apply it to the larger system of drug treatment and policy. It was this realization, which began my journey into my professional career.
I knew the realities of the difficulties of this world because of my personal experience, but over the years I have gained a more comprehensive and deeper understanding of the issues. Early on I made a promise to never settle for the system as it is, to not give up on people, to not just sit back and say this is how it has always been. Instead, I decided to fight this system, to create, to innovate.
I guess you could call me a system changer; I have had the opportunity to do things different in my roles a consultant and one of the Directors of WA States Largest Youth Medicaid facility, which had multiple locations across the state.
Throughout the years I have worked as a consultant and set up numerous sober livings, designed holistic wellness services, I was involved with the WA State Medicaid Transformation- where we integrated physical and behavioral health care into organizations. I helped create a trauma-focused whole person care treatment model, I helped raise over $15 million dollars to help support low-income youth in need of treatment, as well as sex trafficking and homelessness services. I am founding board member for the SAFE alliance with the DEA Operation Engage fentanyl program, and for the past few years I have been heavily involved in creating an entire new system for youth who have been sex trafficked. I was a part of HB 1775, which ends childhood prostitution in the State of Washington. Part of this bill was to create a new system for youth when they have been identified as being trafficked by FBI and law enforcement. I helped design and implement something called the Restorative Receiving Center, a 30-day trauma focused stabilization program designed to address mental health, substance abuse, case management and care coordination, with access to transitional living and discharge planning. It was the first program of its kind in WA state and the second in the Nation.
You see, I believe I am alive for a reason, so I will continue to innovate, to create, to share my story, my expertise and knowledge, and most importantly my hope with others. Because, ultimately, I firmly believe that hope, above all else, is the unstoppable force that guides us towards profound healing.
This year has been one of the most exciting and challenging of my life. Embracing my new journey into motherhood intensified my commitment to climate justice. The call to Hollywood ignited my passion to continue advocating for oceans, coral reefs, and my Raizal community.
This is a time to share my journey and some behind-the-scenes moments from the events where I represented If Not Us Then Who and myself as climate justice activists and a protector of coral reefs and Oceans, dedicating some mentions to the Prosealand Grassroot organization I work with in the island as an Environmental educator and researcher to continue to share the wisdom and struggles of my community.
Stepping off the plane in Los Angeles, I was immediately struck by the vibrant energy and cultural diversity of the city. As a Raizal woman, I knew that my journey this time in LA would be about more than just attending events and meetings. It would be an opportunity to embrace diversity, to learn from others, and to be inspired by the collective strength of our shared humanity. And with that thought in mind, I embarked on the next chapter of my journey with a heart full of excitement and gratitude.
One of the highlights of my journey was the opportunity to share a message for the world at the Green Carpet Fashion Awards. Standing alongside fellow activists, I spoke about the urgent need for ocean conservation and coral reef restoration in climate action and the importance of amplifying the voices of the communities in the fight against environmental injustice.
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