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 …
Contentment comes from deep within. That fact cannot be disputed. It comes, too, from how well you handle the projections you send into your future for yourself. When you are contented, the frequency at which you resonate becomes consistent with the rhythm of the greater universe. In that instance – in those cases – you need do nothing but experience the bliss that comes with understanding that we really are in charge – in control – of our own happiness. Trusting is a vital component of happiness and happiness is a vital component of contentment.
Contentment does not arrive on your doorstep unannounced. It has quite rigorous conditions for its existence and is not one of those things that happens without warning. The warnings are the hardships faced along the way to contentment. When you look at your difficulties in that light, you can feel relieved because the challenges you face daily become affirmations of better times to come. They assert that the future we require, the one in which we all have a say, is on its way. There is no happier thought than that, no better outcome. That is why we work towards contentment.
Contentment has quite a few components that contribute to its achievement. Peace, naturally, is one such aspect. Happiness, is another. There are methods for getting contented. You cannot simply step into its space, it is not a one-size-fits-all feature readily available. It requires the near-perfect balance of your person, and that level of accuracy requires a plan. You cannot reach near-balance without one. And you cannot reach contentment without a plan-ful of balanced aspects.
As a child, when I discovered that Timbuktu was a real place – that it actually existed – I was delighted. For me, that put paid to the fallacy of urban myths and legends. I grew inclined to listen to them all because in part each one tells a truth. There is always comfort in the truth, no matter what the cost. The truth IS what brings inner peace – eventually. Before peace comes the inevitable facing of facts and figures, the empirical equation-solving. If you are an empiricist, yippee for you. I, fortunately, am not one of those. My truths come hard, and fast, and I assimilate them quickly. You can do that when you trust yourself implicitly.
If you should find yourself in a predicament, not knowing which way to head except Timbuktu, it is helpful to remember that Timbuktu is absolutely the arse end of nowhere. It may take the longest time to get there but when you do, you will understand why it takes such a long time to arrive. Timbuktu is home to a great many wayward pilgrims. It is the resting place of the brave. And ‘resting’ in my world is not synonymous with ‘dead’. It means repose. Reflection. Ultimately, contentment.
I think the houses in Timbuktu are probably invisible. Like its people. That is why Timbuktu became an urban legend – because no one ever got there before, or saw it. It decided it would one day become real, like a town on a map.
And that – is actualisation.