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.
I think there is some confusion when it comes to the term: in Love. For instance, you can have a deep Love for your family members but it is not appropriate to be ‘in Love’ with them. That then bends Love’s trajectory towards incestuous and incest is not fine no matter what planet you are on. The point is, though, it is not okay to hide that kind of shit if it exists and is an issue. The point is to treat the cause of the problem, not the symptoms. Ask why a father would impregnate his daughter, why he would find her sexually attractive in the first place? Why would a possessive mother seduce her son? I mean that sort of sexual attraction is alarming to me and it really does need addressing. Basically – incest kills true intimacy. It breaks sacred bonds. That confuses children and it causes inexplicable pain that dominoes down the generations. Therefore – incest is not acceptable and that is not a negotiable point if the healthy concept of family is to survive its deconstruction.
If you are the parents of a child, or children, it makes sense to remember that you chose each other with whom to ‘breed’, as such. Surely you choose to have a baby with someone you are in Love with? If you didn’t, then I question why you are parents. Children are not a ‘by-product’ of sex – make sure you get that straight. They are a choice. If you do not make the choice, then do not have kids. It’s simple, really. Children who watch their mothers and fathers hate each other for a living learn nothing about Love, about choices. They learn hate and blame, about bondage and obligation. They are also torn, often, between taking sides with their mother or their father and that is not the sort of choice a child should ever have to make. I suspect that there are a great many bullies in relationships – male and female – who enjoy the convenience of a resident punch-bag, as such. That may be how things are for a lot of people, but it is important to understand that that kind of ‘relationship’ is not of Love – not in ANY shape or form.
In Love. Again – it may be helpful to understand that ‘in Love’ is not a destination. It is a privilege: the beginning of a journey into the heart of what really matters. Love is not a commodity, despite what some humans might think. What some humans think matters not, however, and Love knows that. It is when Love falls in Love that it is liable to lose its own control. Maybe that is no bad thing. Perhaps ‘out of control’ Love is exactly what this wounded planet needs?
The Other Side is not a place. It might help you to realise that. When you get there, you will know. When you get there all things – and I mean everything – becomes patently clear. That is what encourages me every single day and it was one of the things that blew my mind some many years ago when I first discovered it. When those you care for, those you love, reach the other side you will know about that too, and from personal experience I will assert that that knowing is an intense feeling of contentment. There is nothing on this planet that could possibly be as soothing as that knowing, that tangible knowledge. One luxury of having that particular kind of knowledge is that it makes an indelible impression that does not ‘last’ – because Love never dies, it simply cannot. Another luxury is that that resonant knowing does not need proving. It is irrefutable proof in itself.
The other side is a place many aspire to reaching – and take notice of the absence of capitals, please. Naturally The Other Side is not the other side. It is this side. If you do not know which side this side is in relation to the side for which you think you are rooting and the side you are currently backing, then you are in a tricky position of which I am not at all envious and I cannot help you. Even if I could, I would wonder whether to bother because I abhor tricks, trickery. I work in magic, Magick. And take notice of the capitals, please.
In thirteen – I AM the go-between. That you cannot – and will not – ever change. Once you accept your fate – which I took the liberty of releasing along with mine after I scalped my reflection in that damned blood pool you hoped I would neither locate nor find myself in – you might find that your spirit will be invited into your body. Until then, it won’t. When your own body rejects you you have a difficult road ahead of you. Unless you forge your own path. Whether or not you can make a path for yourself depends on whether or not you inherited the natural ability to defy your own DNA. Clearly a lot of people did not inherit any such ability. In fact, using hindsight and the rather remarkable genie I bought for a couple of bucks at a garage sale held in my back yard at the onset of the Y2K it would seem that most people inherited no abilities at all. Oh well. So life goes. You cannot ‘manufacture’ that natural ability. So. Onwards and upwards to where the air is clear and the heart-song – to which we of Love all march – is strong …
In my personal experience, life is not convenient. Neither is it a convenience. It is a gift, given. That is not to say that it always feels like a present, because it doesn’t. However. Convenience tends to save time and that is why it is useful. Convenience is not to be confused with instant gratification, convenience is about making things easier to manage – or handle. It is not about making things immediately available to a planet consumed by its own inability to curb its inclination to take an arm when offered a hand. For instance, it is convenient to know that those you can trust are trustworthy. It is a convenience having an aptitude for diversity, too, particularly when you discover that you have been labelled the ‘Corner Store’.
Change is consistent, constant. It is not convenient – of that you can rest assured. Change causes a great many people a great deal of angst – pain, even. That is unfortunate. Change is not to be feared unless you are becoming a mutant or changing into a pillar of salt, for example, in which case you were probably not supposed to turn around. Change is inspiring in a life well-lived. It brings new perspectives, new world views and new ways of solving persistent issues mired in the denial that has become routine daily life. It is a privilege, though, to discover through ceaseless change how adaptable we are, how resilient our natures, and that is what makes it possible for us to transcend any reality we are handed – no matter how forcefully we are encouraged to ‘receive’ it.
A convenience store should stock everything that people usually forget to buy at other shops. Those ‘last-minute’ items none of us can do without. Like padkos, you know. Food for the trip. Or a beach towel, say. You never know when you might be visiting the beach. Should a convenience store sell beers? I would say yes, definitely, but I suspect it depends on where the convenience store is situated. A convenience store selling illicit beers in the UAE, for instance, would be liable for a hefty fine.
It would be incorrect to say that I do not believe that obedience has its place. It does. However, it depends upon who it is that is demanding from you your acquiescence. It also depends what their intentions are. As is said – the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Pure motivation relies on one’s intuition – when to do what one has been told, and when not to. Unless you trust implicitly those that give you instructions, do not ever act on an imperative without thinking it through for yourself. When you can feel that an instruction has your best interests at heart you can act freely, according to your betters’ suggestions, without questioning your integrity. That is a luxurious position in which to be. As is understanding that the word ‘welfare’ is not synonymous with the word ‘charity’.
Children are motivated by the tone in your voice, not by the words you use. They can hear when you honestly mean something and when you don’t, so when you don’t mean something don’t say it unless for some reason it becomes necessary for your child to hear you lie. That may happen purely so they can discern a lie from the truth. Like if you have nothing to compare something to you cannot state categorically whether a thing is one way or another. It is best to be able to state any truth categorically. I do not see the point in illuminating a truth with grey areas? The reason for this is to ensure that the ‘cycle of Life’ with which we are familiar now becomes a framework – a firm foundation – upon which we can all build without the mistrust that has thwarted every successive attempt at transcendence.
I suspect the Catholics had a very serious reason for their ubiquitous statement: ‘thou shalt obey’. Unfortunately, for some, the mere mention of the word ‘obey’ rankles – and deeply. Those are usually people who have once trusted – and obeyed – those giving them instructions only to discover on the other side that ‘obedience’ was used for the purposes of oppression, or abuse. I understand and would accept an imperative, for example, like: Do this or you could die (and let’s not split hairs). I would not accept an order which translates into: Do this because if you don’t I will keep kicking you in the head until you are dead. That is not the way to motivate obedience. In fact, that is probably one of the fastest ways to incite defiance. But then, perhaps defiance is a new-age obedience? I guess it depends on who it is that is saying what, and to whom it is that they are speaking.
I understand Ubuntu to mean: I am; because we are. In other words, we are – each one of us – a whole human being because each one of us is a part of the community, the collective. There is another African saying I like: ‘It takes an entire village to raise a child’. Indeed it does. That is why those children kept secluded or cossetted from life in general grow up to be emotionally retarded. Emotional retardation in an otherwise ‘fully-functioning’ human is not only a sad state of affairs, it is dangerous. Neither empathy, nor compassion – or tolerance – are fostered where emotions are either repressed or lacking. That is a simple fact. You cannot in this day and age hope to encompass the entire spectrum of human experience and make it palatable to your children unless you expose first yourself to its depredations and then introduce your progeny gently to its complexities and pitfalls. You cannot hope to bridge the gaps built into the futures of the next generation. Evolution does not work like that. Each successive generation IS more intelligent than those that have come before, but whether or not they are fully capable of accessing that intelligence invested in their actuality is foremost in my mind. Like my frontal lobe is.
Tedium is almost as boring as boredom. If I had to write a thesis it would be called ‘How To Terminate Boredom with Tedium’ but that in itself would bore me to death so I will not be writing a thesis or dying in the foreseeable future. If that does not fit with your agenda – or the state of my longevity pisses you off – then I apologise. And I say sorry for you.
Togetherness is to me synonymous with sharing. You should choose to be with people you are comfortable sharing with otherwise keep yourself to you. You will know who you are comfortable with and you will feel those who make you uncomfortable. In that distinction – that discernment – is your destiny. Life always was – and always will be – like that.
Things got a bit tight when there was only one Highlander to guard everyone’s best interests. So they designed a Highlander that did not conform to the usual Highlander standards and that way made space for two. :). The thing about everyone’s best interests is that they take up an area greater than 5 cubic metres. Like a b turns into a p. Cupic metre. A measure of Love? The number of heartbeats that spell your name. Like pain is measured in Dells. Childbirth is around 54 Dells. That would kill most men. But then again – when men say they are fine, you can believe them. I am not interested in what women say a lot of the time. They have a way of being bitches without even trying, which is worrying for them. And besides, a lot of them have shit for brains. That is why their heads will wake up in the toilet, like mine did. I pole-vaulted from the shit-pit to Timbuktu with a zephyr in my backpack and a penchant for revenge … then I gave blame up as a new year’s resolution and found my true path – which, incidentally – has been waiting for me all along. I never give up on myself, ever. I never turn up – actually – unless I am here myself. So that is how I know.
I guess the alarm of Peace sounded? Like a choir of angels … why, how did it sound to you? Oh dear. That isn’t good. You train your ears to hear songs rather than bullshit. That training does not take 3 minutes. There is a stray half lurking around somewhere. It is worth finding it and asking it some questions. It might have the answers. 🙂
A UFA? An unidentified flying arsehole. As identified by my son, which helps. His is a good judge of character. Thank God. We can all thank God when we see him next. Lucky he can bounce. My son, that is. Trick? No. Treat. :). I am not into spontaneous combustion, nor do I wish to implode, so I take care when it comes to treasuring our collective soul. I said it must be, else we wouldn’t be doing it. DRIVE-THRU. As in, Velcro. For reference: I do not require permission to speak to myself, nor do I require approval to be who it is that I am. I approve of myself and in this fractured climate that is more than enough for me. So. Sayonara to shitheads, Viva to the Vista and Wakarimasu ka to Kindness.