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.
A white feather is said to indicate the presence of an angel. The recent presence. Should there be proof to the contrary I would like to see it. Whether you believe in angels or whether you don’t is not really what matters, the importance of believing in something is what is helpful to your cause – i.e. your life. If you are still of the opinion that those who choose to believe in a ‘greater’ something are delusional, you should perhaps ask them about their illusions. If they have none – if they do not subscribe to illusion in the first place – then it is not possible for them to be delusional about a ‘greater’ something or any ‘other’ something, either, when all is considered.
An angel’s reputation is for ‘watching over’. For protecting. It is not a reputation that an angel takes lightly. That is for a good reason. Where protection is necessary, angels have their purpose. If there should be a person on this planet that does not need protection from time to time, that would surprise me. It would probably also delight me. It is occasionally vital to feel delighted. It is also occasionally vital to feel safe.
There is a good reason, too, to have guardians for what is commonly referred to on Earth as ‘Hell’. Hell has some very valuable assets. Should people be disinclined to believe that that is the case, they should visit it. They may be pleasantly surprised by what they find behind its doors. Mind you, not just anyone can walk through its doors. As for ‘Heaven’, there is a passcode for Hell. Naturally if you fail to fit the passcode, you cannot gain entry and you are automatically redirected back to Heaven. Nevermind. When given the choice, that is where most chose to go.
The Crux of the matter refers usually to the heart of the matter, its core. The basis of anything. When you head to the crux of anything, you are very likely to find a positive outcome, i.e. a solution. That is because you choose to begin in the right place, which is at the beginning. It can be productive to start elsewhere – like half-way between the problem and the solution – but a solution does not usually present itself to those who use short-cuts.
The Crux is also the other name for The Southern Cross, visible with the naked eye on clear nights in southern skies. It has been guiding sailors – and natives – for just about ever. It is important that you have The actual Crux when you start your search, or when you look to the sky for guidance. There is another cross – The False Cross – in the universal soup. You do not want to be reading directions from that.
It would seem that although ‘crux’ stems from Latin, it has travelled, too, via the Scandinavians and other interpreters of the time. Therefore it has different meanings, depending on why it is used, and by whom. In a literal sense for Christians, a ‘crux’, or ‘cross’, is a stark reminder of where Jesus ended his days. To someone other than that, it is not. It is reminiscent of a kiss in the night sky.
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The thousand-yard stare that speaks of reason.
A defiance in defence of life.
Mermaids do not question defence when it serves purpose.
That is why they still have their tails.
Should you wish to ride the high tide – her waves – you may ask.
She may say no. She may not.
That is a mermaid’s prerogative.
Mermaids are good friends with predators.
The Seven Sirens favour mermaids.
That is their prerogative, it is not nepotism – or favouritism.
Mermaids do not have sisterhood issues,
nor do they rely on brotherhood sustenance. They swim free.
The past blurs, when mermaids turn.
That is their way. They know how deep the oceans go.
That said, there is not often time for turning.
Mermaids have yet to find Poseidon.