Somebody once said that imitation is the greatest compliment.
They were wrong.
When every imitation of the inimitable has been a piss-poor misrepresentation executed by myriad greedy fraudsters, covetous wannabees and soulless degenerates whose sole purpose has been to sabotage the progression of an aptitude more natural in its every aspect than their every stolen breath, more exacting in its every expression than their every pillaged ‘prediction’ and more beneficial in its every application than their every bought ‘blessing’ – then the full complement of those ‘compliments’ is an insult.
They are the sort of insults that without any ado, whatsoever, are quite naturally redispatched to their hatcheries.
Those who have hearts will recognise the familiar deep ache that signifies the alignment between the longing and the longed-for. A heart grown of patient longing for the long-awaited is not a weak heart. It is the heart made stronger than the divide between the two. That strength not only generates an unbreakable bond linking the beginning of the longing and the end of its trajectory, it provides both sides with the power to align at any point with one another – regardless of space or time – and find their way home to belonging.
A heart that longs is naturally a pained heart. It is apt to be so. A self denied is a tortured soul indeed and I suspect that this, for many who soon realise they have rejected their own essence, will in due course become patently clear. Perhaps that is why most people will do anything to distract themselves from the actuality that an age-old longing pre-exists every one of us, and is inherent in each of ourselves. That longing in itself alone is the reason we are actually here and it would be wise for you to try and remember at least that.
The Heart’s Longing is an inspiration, its manifestation a miracle. Implicit trust, the application of absolute faith in the pure heart’s true vision and the willingess to serve its subsequent longing is what finds you the necessary capacity to match the laws of attraction resonating from the beginning of the longed-for’s trajectory.
Wisdom evolves in the way all things that evolve, do. That is its wisdom. There is profound clarity in the statement: ‘Wisdom is choosing now what will make sense later.’ That later – when it comes – will provide in its demonstration evidence of wisdom’s consistent evolution. Wisdom trusts instinct. Instinct stems from experience. From time to time it bypasses instinct on its Wisdom Business of researching some learning and as such, focussing on the horizon, it trips over a growth node. That Wisdom has tripped once (or so) is not of much consequence in the big picture. In the big picture space has been made for tripping. Besides, trip-wires are made to be tripped over. It is how you fall that matters, and whether or not you get up.
It would seem that we do not all subscribe to the same Wisdom System. That is a good thing. I trust in what I trust, I believe what I do. That is because I have time-trialed my years and let them come to their own conclusions. It makes sense to work your learning to your advantage, given that true learning does not come easily. Being ‘at an advantage’ does not – in this context – mean that you will find yourself in a privileged position through virtue of your learning, it means that you will find yourself in the perfect position to do what it is in your life that needs doing. The degree of personal work you did with the experiences you chose to have determines your capacity to handle further learning. Handling capacity is what further learning is all about and a life without further learning is pointless.
Naturally, Time’s Wisdom flies. If it was always to walk, it might miss some of its own most important points. It is important to understand that although Wisdom is conveyed by every language on the planet it does not rely on verbal communication. That is why the link between Wisdom and instinct is a strong one. Some things you know. And when you know that you know them, then is when you learn the extent of your experiences’ evolution.
Keeping track is not simply a matter of following a prescribed path. It is a matter of knowing where your boundaries are, setting them, and then strengthening them. Know that boundaries are not synonymous with borders. Keeping track is about staying the distance to keep clear the path ahead. It is about creating the freedom for whatever you have on track to push boundaries without losing inherent sense of where the yet-unmapped path goes. If you keep track, you cannot forget where you – or the path – are going.
Keeping ‘track’ of things is at times helpful. At other times it is pointless. Be very careful should you decide to keep track of matters that do not concern you. You are wasting headspace storing facts and figures that are not beneficial to your own future and I, for one, would question the intentions of any person who chooses to keep track of another’s business when said facts and figures are not of any benefit to anyone other than the one whose business it is.
I would suggest finding for yourself a steady track upon which to launch your trajectory. Once you get your sea-legs, as such, the track’s undulations will not much bother you – you will take the rough and the smooth in your stride. When you can trust your legs to go the distance no matter where your trajectory ends up taking you, your sense of direction intensifies. When that happens, keep track.
There are important questions about the history of things. Like: which is at a greater altitude, Seventh Heaven or Cloud Nine? I suspect the answer to that, is that it depends from which direction you are coming. Unless Seventh Heaven is ON Cloud Nine, in which case it wouldn’t matter with which you collided first. It would seem to me that both are places of interest that I would have added to my travel agenda when the time came for me to decide where in the world I would still most like to visit. That choosing holds true. A simple shift in the location of those places will not change the Nature of the Truth.
We should all have a bucket-list of interesting places we want to get to before we die. We should also have that all-essential fuck-it list of disinterest to remind us of exactly where we don’t want to go. In the long run, that fuck-it list is a great convenience, and it saves time. When we know before going where it is that we do not want to be, then we can with wholly open hearts expend our valuable energies on getting to exactly where it is that we DO want to be. Keep interest, guide your time wisely and our searching hours will never be wasted. Ever.
If you are not sure what your interests are, or when you need to find places of interest for yourself, try reading your planet through your heart. It will tell you where you still need to be and what you still need to see. Where you want to be is another important aspect to consider. Perhaps the wanting to be in one place and the need to be in another is why the discipline of Quantum Physics was given to scientists. Perhaps it is also why time travels as fast as it does. And time is no illusion. It is why it is possible to be in two places at one time.
It has been suggested that I could get lost in a cardboard box. I suppose I could. It would depend, however, on whose box it was and how much space it held. I wouldn’t want to lose myself in a shoebox, for instance. Unless it held a pair of Ziggy Stardust’s boots, in which case I would not mind. In other words: choose carefully whose shoes you chuck out of the box before you get lost in it.
Orientating yourself when you know from which direction you are coming is one thing, it is quite another being equipped to orientate yourself without it mattering. It is helpful in either instance to have at least one reference point upon which you can rely without hesitation, should such become necessary. It is important to remember that reference points are not necessarily always fixed. They are on occasion in flux. And that is the crux.
It would seem to me that best orientation for each of us stems from where we truly originate, i.e. where we come from. Where our home is. Wherever we find ourselves in the world, there is that unfailing lifeline that will orientate a lost heart and guide it back to where it belongs. The journey home is one that a true heart will not hesitate to take should the need arise for its repatriation. A true heart trusts the call of community.
When you hear the words ‘at a loss’ tossed around, remember that the phrase need not be interpreted negatively. The statement indicates that in order for whomever it is to ‘be at a loss’ they have come to realise that prior to their now they had something of great value that they no longer have – and will not get again. At least these people have the good grace to recognise their catastrophic failure to hold on to whatever that ‘thing’ of value was. This is helpful because by facing that failure they are opening their own minds to the actuality of their loss and they are accepting that there is no alternative but to move on without it, wherever that ‘on’ might be. That moving on – in itself – will hopefully bring them to a place of healing, a place where they can begin making amends to their discarded hearts. When you have something of value and you deliberately trash it because of your deluded stupidity, please remember that you are destroying only your own peace of mind – not that of any other. Understanding that actuality is where the word ‘accountability’ steps in. And those ‘at a loss’ will be held accountable – every single one of them.
‘At a loss’ is at times a distinctly fiscal description. For those shackled by the big bad world of finance, greed and ill-gotten gains – being ‘at a loss’ is terrifying news. In the lives of those types, the prospect of watching the numbers that gave them ‘status’ and defined their very existence whittle themselves from billions down to nothing can cause immeasurable stress, coupled with a debilitating fear – and those diseases combined can have disastrous effects. Usually – after hiding denial behind numerous lies, those ‘at a loss’ will start immediately their relentless search for ‘The Perpetrator of Their Misfortunes’ with a ‘no holds barred’ sort of blame-game. Unable to accept that they are ultimately responsible for their own drastic ‘losses’ they will flail around trying to find a fall-guy on whom to pin their fall-out, a scapegoat on which to strap their parachutes. Thereafter, when their fall-guy flies and their parachutes fail to open, they will descend into a state of chaotic desperation. In that state, those types are dangerous. They have sold their souls, i.e. their futures, and will attempt anything in order to restore the balance they imagine they had. It is best to leave them to it. Their wasted efforts expose them further and once totally exposed they will know to refrain from bitching and whining – which is a relief to us all.
Being ‘at a loss’ for words is not synonymous with being speechless. It depends upon what your intentions are. I choose to think that being wordless means that you in fact have a great deal to say, but in certain situations elect to stay silent because the people to whom you should direct certain words are a waste of the energy it would take to utter them. Direct your energy wisely. Those ‘at a loss’ will suffer, too, those protracted silences. Like they will suffer the ‘speechlessness’ that comes with the realisation that the words they never heard cannot ever be respoken – no matter how often they try to read them out loud. It’s all in the timing – and that is not the first time I have said that. Incidentally – those self-same words will not be heard, now, either – no matter which ears the speechless think their ‘right’ words might reach. It’s all in the tone of the say-so and the nature of the hearing ears. The say-so of the speechless, sadly, has no resonance and resonance – like Love – is not a commodity, no matter what your fiscal description.
I think, therefore we are. That is a fundamental understanding worth incorporating into your everyday. Acceptance is the start of every journey into a new reality. If you are happy with the reality that sits tight, binding your mind, then that is your indaba. I don’t interfere in others’ indabas. I side-step others’ indabas and reach into the depths of my brand new reality – of which we of Love are all a part – and build with that our expectations. I EXPECT a better world. I EXPECT a change in attitude from the myriad idiots that hate those successes that they do not have, nor will ever achieve because of the shit thinking that precludes them from anything other than failure. I EXPECT that this world learns to treat itself and its inhabitants with some serious respect. Facing the storm, I maintained respect – and Love – for all, despite my inclination to give in to the general hateful consensus – and on that basis I built what I have. Lucky me.
Getting real includes having a backbone, and maintaining it. It includes, too, the need for acquiring a pair of balls if you will continue living life as it comes.
Illusions are for those too afraid to accept reality. What you see – when it does not measure up to your apparent understanding – is what you have built with your idiocy. Brave are those unafraid of change. Even braver are those who face their illusions and work through the damage said and such illusions cause to an everyday.
Now and again it becomes necessary to leap a year. Where you leap to, however, is best not left as a surprise, it should be a foregone conclusion. If you hear the words ‘destination unknown’ do not assume that all those going there have no idea where it is. Those who go to that particular destination know it well and their comfort comes from understanding that the other’s don’t. When a destination is unknown it cannot be reached, so best enjoy the journey instead. That way you can ensure that your life at least has some meaning. Considering that the 29th of February does not officially exist, I would suggest it is the best day on which to travel if you are intent on getting nowhere.
A long life will yield approximately 20 leap years. That handful of empty days can make every bit of difference to your future reality, if you know how best to employ the space they create. If I managed the calendar – which I don’t – I would adjust the time frame to include a leap year every third year as opposed to every fourth. You want to cause a ripple-effect in the traditional measure of time? That is how you do it. You bend time to fit its own definition, and then you change it. Whilst you are busy with that, you may as well throw a 25th hour into the clock time of an everyday. That will shake up conventional interpretations – translations – of who, where, when, how and why we find ourselves where we do.
Take a leap of faith, this leap year. If you have no faith, naturally you will fall flat on your face. It is unlikely that you will rise after that kind of wipe-out – the law of averages – mediocrity – will put paid to that. The best news is that there are still 13 days left in February for you to find some faith and make it work for you. I am not speaking about being ‘reborn’ either, or ‘saved’. Faith is not synonymous with God, or religion, for that matter. It is a far more complex subject than simply ‘believing’, too, it is the fundamental understanding that there is a power at work here that is a great deal greater than anything you could ever even conceive of believing.
It is wise – when told in no uncertain terms not to call someone’s bluff – not to call it. Like it is wise not to cry wolf when there are none. That is called stupidity. I am not a fan of labelling, in general, however there are occasions when labels can be made to be effective. Be sure, however, that if you are going to give labels to things that they are the right labels. No one likes to be called something that they are not – especially by a bunch of stupid idiots who know not even themselves what or who they are. Tolerance in this regard has proved extremely useful, as has the cultivation of an unprecedented patience, but there comes a time in some of our lives when enough really is enough. Leave the idiots to themselves, let them wallow in their shallows and die of their denial. There is a great distance to travel to that place where our wonders never cease and with that in mind we cannot – or more to the point, will not – carry carrion. We travel light. Ours is a protracted journey and it is not one we will make carrying shit on our backs. We are well within our rights to assert such a statement of fact.
If you have never read Aesop’s Fables, I suggest you do so. It is likely you will learn something that you will never forget. Not forgetting is the very first stage of remembering – and remembering is a very big word. It is essentially one that should not be forgotten. The reason for this is that your remembrances are what you are – hence they are what you become in your future. If you choose to recall all the shit that has hit your Life fan and remain bitter about it until your dying day (and on this planet we will all have one of those) then you will morph into a twisted shithead. That is a given. Given a choice, I certainly would not elect to embody myself in memories built of shit. Like I would not select to live in a house made of cards. That is not to say that shit is best avoided – it isn’t. It is best to hit it head-on. Personally, I work storms before I do the calm. That is my MO and it is not set to change in this infinity.
When you cry wolf – remember that wolves will usually travel in packs. That is what wolves do, which is why it is not wise to run with them if you cannot speak wolf. Another thing – when said wolves reach you and your projected dilemma, they will be hungry to save you from your attacker(s). That hunger is not easily assuaged. If – upon arrival – they should discover that your dilemma – your ‘life-threatening’ situation – is a lie, then they will simply eat you. That is how it works with wolves. They are not fussy about the nature of their meals, they are fussy about wasting their energy. They will ensure that they are fed for their efforts and they will not hesitate to start with your head. The reason for this is to prevent another call-out by those they have proven to be liars. Theirs’ is a natural wisdom, an unflinching instinct. Do not pretend with a wolf, it can see straight through you.