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.
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.
Revolutions are occasionally necessary, despite their untimely arrival. The hows and whys of their happening are perhaps obvious to some, to others their actuality is a surprise. A revolution can be a pleasant surprise. It can also cause a nightmare for those who will circumvent change. Change comes when it is ready. It cannot be subverted. It can be delayed, naturally, but it cannot be prevented. Change inspires fear in the hearts of those who need the order of the old establishment to conceal their misdeeds. Misdeeds are misdeeds – they stand out in the barren landscape of inescapable lies. Lies are lies – nothing can hide their devastation from the truth.
Some people would prefer not to have to revolve. Or evolve, it would seem. That is unfortunate when those people have no choice. Some will go around and around and around, for eternity. Others will pull their particular revolution straight and leave themselves an open passage to the future. There will always be a future if you choose to believe that it exists. Knowing it exists is one thing, the other is finding it. If you do not know at this point where you are in your own future then it would be safe to say that you probably won’t have one to speak of. If you were alive inside your future you would not have to find it – and nor would you still be searching. You would instead be sitting – and waiting.
The purpose of any revolution is to show you something new. New is interesting, no matter how you may feel about it personally. You can be part of a revolution or you can stand on the sidelines and watch it roll by. Either way it will happen. Revolutions don’t tend to ask for permission. They always come at exactly the right time. They know what their work is and they know why it needs doing. Revolutions are worth the effort needed to set them in motion. When they are successful, they take ideas and their people to new places.
I am quite certain that baby rape is – in addition to a heinous crime – symbolic. Of at least two things. One – there are things going on that have perhaps reached a head. A heads-up, if you like. Two – I am wondering why it is that so many black children are being subjected to this particular suffering. Not only black children, but many, many black children. It’s not right. Like it’s not right that the souls stolen from the children by the LRA were the souls of innocents. That kind of energy should not be in the care of a man like that. In fact, if I had my say, I would say be sure to burn him. That is the way to free the prisoners he holds, still. Thousands and thousands of them. That freedom is like the rising of a new tide, a phoenix from the flames, an army of beauty let loose to reclaim the empty houses roaming lonely the savannahs. There are a lot of empty houses. That is not a bad thing, but it is something to be aware of. It is a matter of time before these empty houses get inhabited. There are many undesirables that require housing. The good news is that there is a way to keep the houses empty until they can be filled by their respective owners. And yes, you can call them owners. They are. When it comes to a perfect fit, doors open. It has always been the way. That fail-safe takes into consideration not only evolution underway, but also the aging process. Hour by hour and every hour in between the hours. That is one sure way to be sure of your motivation and to be quite certain of where you are going. And – it is the way to ensure that when you do get where you are going, you can get in. It is pointless if you cannot get in. If you should underestimate the degree of change that is possible in a very short space of time, you might find yourself in a time warp. There was a story of wasps one time. It was true.
It was suggested that the Y2K was going to have a major impact on our world. It did. It was just slow-release. You might find that at that time, 00.00, there was an eclipse, if you like, a convergence of energies, realities, about which few knew. The fallout was delayed. That delay – if correctly measured – will give you an idea of the time delay of the hours between the hours, and the length of a minute. It is not that a minute is always 60 seconds.
Oversight is synonymous with missed opportunities. Opportunities are important, particularly those that you miss. If you have your wits about you, you will not miss anything. Oversight is not the end of the world. It just means that there are things you will never know. This is not because you have not been told, it is because you have chosen not to take notice of what is in front of your eyes each and every day.
Oversight stems from complacency, assumption and probably, arrogance. It occurs when a person is of the opinion that there is no need to check or re-check something because they either cannot be bothered, or they believe that things always tick as they were meant to tock. They do not believe that things can tock-tick, too, when that is necessary.
The tendency to use oversight is lazy. You cannot presume, let alone assume that things always run the way they have run in the past. Things have changed a lot, since the past. Oversight should be avoided. That does mean that reality can be complex from time to time, because you have to pay attention to change and make adjustments accordingly. That is proactive thinking, not reactive.
A lot of people have an issue with generalisations. They can be offensive, understandably, but sometimes they are necessary. When we are included in a bracket, or labelled as a whole, it forces accountability upon the everyman. Or woman. Interestingly, that makes individuals more inclined to define themselves as different from the masses in order that they distance themselves from the responsibility the masses must carry.
A point in hand is that each generalisation that is made is a reminder. A reminder that each one of us is part of a larger picture that has a history about which we can currently do nothing. It exists. Unfortunately, humans are largely predictable. They follow like lemmings their own kind, year in and year out. They insist on behaving the same way they have done for centuries. This needs changing before generalisations can be done away with.
It can be frustrating for people who do not deserve to wear the labels that are generally given to the collective. There are always those people who do not fit the mould that society has sculpted for every man, woman and child. Those ‘misfits’ who have been dragging balls and chains that do not belong shackled to their ankles. The ‘misfits’ are okay with their load – it has facilitated their unique position. They have the best of both worlds. They can blend with the generalisations into obscurity – along with the majority of the planet – or they can take accountability for their contributions to the history of our now and refine their definitions.