And once upon an ever-Mañana that never came, I might have the equipment I require to blog on something other than an Android.
Maybe … although having asked so many times for what is mine to be returned to me (my computer, my earnings, etc) so I can continue my work in conditions more conducive to cultivating the necessary motivation to do so – and having been fake-promised so many times that such would indeed be the case, maybe not …
Have a nice day.
It has been a nagging feeling for some time now, the feeling that I am being used as live bait. For some big fucking fish or something. But I am a cat. Cats catch fish, whatever bait was taken. That is perhaps the first thing any ‘Big Fish’ must learn before it swings trapeze on a feline string. Cats will not necessarily eat the fish they catch, not all cats eat sushi. Cats are natural hunters. They will take a fish out of water from time to time and simply watch it flap around for a while. If they get hungry, they might kill it and eat it. Or they might not. They might instead turn it into five thousand loaves of bread for the soup kitchen. I suppose when intelligence was allocated fish were measured on their ability to climb trees. A wise fish would have opted for wings, in that instance. Like a wise pirate walking his own gangplank would opt for a mermaid rather than a flying fish when he leaps into the sea. No. Virgil never had any issues with mermaids. He was a close friend of Poseidon’s Trident, which meant he could breathe underwater. So, it would seem, could his parrot, else it would not be perched on his shoulder today squawking for cocktails.
Ask any macaw about a squawking parrot and a cocktail, they will tell you whether Virgil and the Pirate prefer pinacoladas to margueritas or whether you can expect a storm in your teacup. The last I heard, birds of a feather flocked wherever. Unless they were homing pigeons. In which case they would have gone straight home to their loft and done some flocking. There is no point in being lost when you don’t know where you are. When getting lost, be sure to take yourself with you. That is the safest way to make your loss into a find. Taking yourself with you does not mean neglecting your own attendance, it means you become very adept at choosing your moments to go and get lost. For instance, you would not want to go and get lost in a moving Bermuda Triangle. You would need to know when the Triangle was going to move so as not to get lost in its transition. Without that key information? I would not suggest flying into a triangle.
The year 2016 is seeing itself out. That is a good thing. Each year is accountable for its achievements and it is pleasing to see this year has been no exception with regards the measurement and presentation thereof. In fact, this has been such an interesting year that I cannot wait for next year to begin demonstrating its prowess. It is bound to be a great deal better than 2016, and for evolution’s sake – it better had be.
You cannot outgrow evolution, no matter how hard you rail against its changes. That is the good news. And more is the question, why would anyone want to? Evolution got us here in the first place. Kick against its change and it will kick you straight back into the caves to hunt berries and chip flint.
The first thing to remember when it comes to heart, is that if you do not have one do not pretend that you do. That kind of a lie will haunt you for the rest of your lives.
End of story.
Get a heart – use it wisely – and get a life. Easy.
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.
Love is one word that definitely suggests unity.
Magic is one word that explains Love.
If you cannot spell magick properly that is just as well, it is safer that way.
Why they call it ‘falling’ in Love is another question.
Why? Perhaps it’s a parachute.
Your body cannot lie. A heart is a finely tuned instrument.
When it spells Love the way it should be spelt you will know.
You will feel it.
Like you can feel goosebumps, rising, without eyes.
Let your being, be. Let your heart love. It is safer that way.
A message meant to be sent is always received.
When it is received by the right conductor it helps.
When it isn’t, it won’t. Love is like that.
She is selective when it comes to her representatives.
And she has every right to be.
Whether or not they realise it, the Kings and Queens of this world are on the front line. That is simply how it is. Kings certainly do not desert their men in battle and Queens are quite capable of managing their domains from the front, too. That means they do not desert their men, either. In an ideal situation all the men of the Kings would unite with all the men of the Queens and together they would not only be a more effective line of defence, they would perhaps see in one another’s eyes that their objective is ultimately one and the same, i.e. it is a common one.
Kings and Queens – in the traditional manner – are elevated to their status because they have the wherewithal to handle the weight of such a title. Being a King or a Queen is not part of being in a fairytale. It is a very serious business. The Kings and Queens that turn up thinking their job is a picnic are soon deposed. That is called Natural selection. A King is denoted by his honour, his word. A Queen is denoted by her honour in combat and her determination. In this, they have equal power.
In the royal enclave there are such things as Kingcesses. Those who can identify upon sight a Kingcess are fortunate. He who catches a Kingcess is a lucky man – it is like finding an angel flying on solid ground. That – like being struck by lightning – is not a common occurrence. In fact, it happens only once in two blue moons.
There are days here and there when I wonder what fantasy actually is. Apart from being a state of mind, it is clearly an ideal place to be at some stage in your daily thinking. Fantasy can be anything from reality right through to illusion – and everything in between. Fiction is not fantasy. Fantasy is very real. It takes an extraordinary level of concentration to maintain the purity of thought required for the creation – or the construction, if you like – of a flawless fantasy. It takes some practice, too.
Fantasy requires minds to find a steady stream of consciousness through which their ideal can be projected. To find the ideal you need to be a positive thinker. To find a steady stream is essential. Fantasies do not travel well under bumpy conditions. They are delicate in nature. Nature does not have fantasies about killing, or causing suffering to living things. There will be fantasies found about eating, feeding frenzies. About sex. That is perfectly natural. Nature takes time to build a fantasy with the reality; she does not waste time dreaming about pain.
Fantasies are for the bravehearts. For those that dare to think big. Small fantasies are not necessarily smaller than any bigger ones you may have along your way. It depends how deep small goes. How shallow your perception. When you understand the motivation behind a fanciful way of choosing to live, you will understand how absolutely essential the propagation of fantasy is as a very real – and viable – reality.