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.
It makes sense to turn your dreams into your reality, otherwise what is the point in having them? It is not easy to realise your dreams – you need first of all to have had some, and the word ‘had’ infers that your dreaming for your future should have started the day your first breath was taken, and second of all you need the stamina to maintain those dreams in their pure form for the duration of their development. That development can take decades, centuries. Lifetimes. Especially when your dreams are for the betterment of everything. It is empowering when you see your dreams begin to manifest your actuality. It is proof – if you should require such from yourself – that your path is right on track and your efforts have been worth every depredation. It is proof, too, that those self-same efforts have been greater than every single one of the disappointments encountered along the way.
When dreaming, remember that it is not helpful to dream up shit that can never be realised. Dreaming up and believing in bullshit is the most efficient way to destroy the striving of your soul. A soulful sense of worth is nurtured by the setting of achievable goals. The size of the dreams you have depends on the capacity you have to see them through. If you give up after five minutes then you must understand your dreams will be pea-sized. If you equip yourself to stay the distance, your dreams will have no ceiling. It is difficult to explain this concept to small-minded idiots, but try anyway. They may still fold after five minutes because they are weak-minded, or simply not equipped with what it takes to build sky castles – or climb them – but at the end of the road when they are faced with their failures they will know not to bitch and whine. Blame for their failures can be ignored entirely – they own their weaknesses and are wholly responsible for their defeat.
Warp and weft. This way, and that. How you weave your dreams is obviously vital to you and your particular environment – and to those close to you. With this in mind, it is essential to ensure that what you dream has broad-spectrum benefits. That way, should any of your dreams get waylaid or ‘led astray’, you can be sure that their far-reaching effects will still reach you, no matter where you happen to be. Dreams are personal. They resonate with your destiny. That means stolen dreams – hijacked lives – will, by their very nature of being, still be delivered to the right recipient when the time is right. In the meanwhile – until the thefts and thieves are exposed – dreams that belong to another may well wreak havoc on the lives of those thieves, and the lives of those close to them. Remember that. And don’t bitch and whine when you get what you deserve. In this world – we all do. Eventually.