Wisdom evolves in the way all things that evolve, do. That is its wisdom. There is profound clarity in the statement: ‘Wisdom is choosing now what will make sense later.’ That later – when it comes – will provide in its demonstration evidence of wisdom’s consistent evolution. Wisdom trusts instinct. Instinct stems from experience. From time to time it bypasses instinct on its Wisdom Business of researching some learning and as such, focussing on the horizon, it trips over a growth node. That Wisdom has tripped once (or so) is not of much consequence in the big picture. In the big picture space has been made for tripping. Besides, trip-wires are made to be tripped over. It is how you fall that matters, and whether or not you get up.
It would seem that we do not all subscribe to the same Wisdom System. That is a good thing. I trust in what I trust, I believe what I do. That is because I have time-trialed my years and let them come to their own conclusions. It makes sense to work your learning to your advantage, given that true learning does not come easily. Being ‘at an advantage’ does not – in this context – mean that you will find yourself in a privileged position through virtue of your learning, it means that you will find yourself in the perfect position to do what it is in your life that needs doing. The degree of personal work you did with the experiences you chose to have determines your capacity to handle further learning. Handling capacity is what further learning is all about and a life without further learning is pointless.
Naturally, Time’s Wisdom flies. If it was always to walk, it might miss some of its own most important points. It is important to understand that although Wisdom is conveyed by every language on the planet it does not rely on verbal communication. That is why the link between Wisdom and instinct is a strong one. Some things you know. And when you know that you know them, then is when you learn the extent of your experiences’ evolution.
What is lost in translation? That is like asking: have you ever tried to find the tone in text? It is a skill you acquire with time. When you can identify and understand the intonations in every aspect of the spoken reality and you can read the resonance in the words that have explained this reality to you through their evolution, then you will be in the position to negotiate with yourself the ways of your world. Until that time, you are under the tutelage of your heart. That is not a bad thing.
What is lost in translation is made up for by the humour that is created during translating. That is called balance. It does occasionally lead to some misunderstandings, some miscommunications, but again, once you can read the tone in the words you will not need to worry too much about what precisely is being said. You need to get the gist of it, which is possible in any language. It just depends on what needs to be said.
When it comes to translating, it is preferable to have an interpreter. That interpreter should be fluent in the language(s) being spoken – fluent – otherwise he cannot possibly interpret, and then translate. It is not good when trying to interpret another’s words you put your own spin on them to round them out – or round them up – unless you are fluent in that person’s language. In that case, it is perfectly acceptable.
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.
The matinee performance held at high noon is packed.
Word of the glamour girls has leaked out. It never takes long.
The dads volunteer a day off work to take the kids on an ‘outing’.
The moms visit the spas and get pedicures. What a treat!
The cowboys have included some Indians in their act.
That always gets the boys hopping.
The girls watch, impassive.
They have seen prejudice before.
The boys beg for bows and arrows from the souvenir stall on the way out.
They want to shoot.
The dads comply. They want to shoot.
All in all, everyone leaves smiling.
The girls do like watching the dancers.
Do you buy candyfloss or popcorn when choosing snacks for your kids?
Perhaps you ask them their preference.
That is the polite thing to do.
If your child is too young to make a selection for itself, get both.
The child will appreciate your enterprise.
Do you believe that children should not eat sugar or salt?
Like fructose and gluten-free lactose are the only options?
Then you are destroying the delight in a child.
Everything in moderation (despite moderation being potentially fatal),
so we must also consider moderation in moderation.
That logic works for adults and for children.
You cannot watch a child laugh too much.
You cannot watch a child love too much.
The same applies to adults.
The trapeze artists/artistes warm up with their opening act.
They may as well.
Point. Flex. Lunge. Stretch. Breathe.
Point. Flex. Lunge. Stretch. Breathe.
They celebrate their evolution the way it should be celebrated.
They pay tribute to their muse.
The ‘aerial silk’ is not nervous.
Nerves do not play in their game.
They do not pay, either.
The trapeze artists/artistes have respect for the ‘aerial silk’.
You cannot witness their art and remain scornful of human beings.
Did you ever watch The Cirque de Soleil?
If you never did – you should.
Who needs animals?
The good news is that the world of humans is not changing too fast for Nature to evolve alongside it. Nature is way ahead of the humans. The humans are merely speeding up the rate of extinction on this planet – their own, included. For Nature – that is very good news. As soon as the humans are gone, this world will be at peace with itself. It will exist without labelling, without cruelty, without greed, without division, without hatred. Nature will go back to its vast drawing board, as it always does, and in due course it will come up with something even more spectacular than human beings. It is a pity that there will be no humans left to appreciate the display. But humans do not appreciate what they have already and theirs’ is the destructive ignorance. The stupidity. That there will be no back-slapping on Earth in the coming ages is perhaps something to look forward to. The humans have always been too busy claiming accolades that are not theirs’ to claim and undoubtedly should Nature deliver another round of ‘miracles’ or ‘universal magic’ or whatever you want to call it, if they were around, the humans would somehow imagine themselves responsible for the majestic feat. They are that arrogant.
Humans are incidental. They are dispensable. All of them. They are not necessary for the survival of this planet. What is valuable about a human being, interesting, is its intelligence – preferably when it is being used. Intelligence does not die. It lives on, in itself. It has its very own ecosystem, if you like. Intelligence transcends death, its reach is beyond the grave. Like a great many other things that are going to start causing problems for the humans on this planet. Know that it is possible to be intelligent without an education, but an education does help a great many people access their intelligence.
The good news is that about 5% of the population of this planet can save the environment with their cash. They could extend the planet’s longevity this way, greatly improve their standing. They have no standing simply because of their wealth, understand that. It is what you do with your money when you have it that speaks for who you are, and who you are – in this world – is what is measured. These people have to want to use their money to benefit something or someone other than themselves, though, and sadly not many of them seem to want to do that. They are short-sighted. Selfish. They exist in a colossal vacuum, which is ultimately to their huge detriment. Did no one hear that the only honourable pursuit for a thinking person is the lifting of mankind from the gutter? Raise mankind above man. There is nothing honourable about sitting in an ivory tower watching mankind flailing around on the ground like a fish out of water.
For children The Circus has a special matinee performance.
At noon. This is when the cowboys come out.
All real circuses have cowboys.
They ride side-saddle, backwards. Standing.
Their horses do not overly mind the small galloping circle.
Three generations of performers born in captivity.
So they did not forget. They never knew.
Sometimes the horses would love to buck off the cowboy, ruin his show.
They are cheeky like that. They know their power.
The horses are glad for their blinkers. They keep the noise of people out.
The horses know their moves. They cruise through their routine.
The cowboys tip-toe up and down their spines spinning lasso.
The horses laugh at the prancing men and dream of saving the tigers.
The girls in gold glitter g-strings get everyone’s attention.
The bored men straighten their backs for a better view.
Black feathers, corsets, suspenders. Heels.
Tits everywhere. Bonus.
Jesus. Those matching backsides.
Where is the wife looking? Not at me. Nor are the kids.
The one on the far right is hot, hot, hot.
Very, very nice. She would look good bent over the bonnet.
Oh no. Boner.
It’s been three weeks. And that is some faceful of lady.
Nod, for fuck’s sake. She is watching you watching.
What? A Coke? Now?
The trapeze artists watch from the wings the goings-on in the audience.
Theirs’ is the show that comes on after the glamour-girls finish.
It is as popular. Flying people are compelling.
The opening contortionists that unwind themselves from the shadows at the top of the tent
are not called ‘aerial silk’ for nothing.
Their display is a tale: red/orange/yellow/green/blue/indigo/violet
and people read the way they ride ribbons in their sequinned spirals, stretches, spins,
telling the story of The Circus’ evolution.
The trapeze artists have an opening act. Theirs’ is the evolution.
In fact, trapeze artists can smile these days.
Circus politics have begun to change in their favour.
Respect is now being given where it is due.
Theirs’ has become a kind of autonomy in the ranks.
Even the ringmaster stops what he does to watch them fly.
They enjoy their daredevil status. It is years’ worth of work.
As before, they brought their skill to the table, the trapeze artists. Nothing more.
Nothing more was needed.
In this life it is vital to have a passion. At least one. It can be anything. A person, a project, your life. If your life is your passion then you will have spent a lot of time contemplating it. It is through contemplation that we can come to conclusions. We must always follow through to conclusion, there is no point half-doing something or leaving loose ends. Loose ends are always going to drag on your consciousness – to save yourself the waste of energy carrying that excess weight make sure you are disciplined enough to finish what you start. Passion is flow. When you experience flow, you are immersed in your reality to the extent that you are operating at optimum levels and your mind and body are aligned, you are focussed. People who have an attention deficit disorder – and I think a great many people have an attention deficit disorder – find it difficult to feel flow. Flow is a feeling. You know you are part of something far greater than the reality in which you are currently confined. Each life-time is a life-sentence, think about it. You cannot escape from the learning that this world will give you. Even if you kill yourself, you will still return to learning – it is simply that your life-sentence has been cut short. There is no shortage of new ones. In this world we are sure of that.
Trust your passion. You will know when you have a passion. It consumes you. It is an emotional workout, having a passion. A tsunami of feeling. You find yourself sinking under, fighting to the surface only to sink again into its depths. You find your secrets in the depths, it becomes a place you do not want to leave when you find it. The thing to know is that you can breathe underwater. It is something you discover when you are sinking. Your mind is alive, creative and alert – the world around you is filled with possibility and wonder. A passion makes you believe in yourself, in the framework of this universe. A passion should feel good. If it does not feel good then it is possibly an obsession rather than a passion. Be aware of the difference between the two. An obsession can be confusing. A passion is not confusing – it makes every bit of sense when you understand what wonders it does for your being. A lot of people with a passion for something can make a big difference in this world. All you have to do is find what you feel strongly about. Find the feelings that provoke you to thought and underneath those feelings you will find some of your beliefs. Keep them in perspective, as you do with your convictions. Both can brain-wash you. Behind your beliefs you will find some lone convictions – which are hard to shake, but shake them up – and then you will be where you want to be: in passion. It is a state of being. It is fuelled by hope – which lies deep inside Pandora’s Box, underneath her chaos and disorder. We all have a Pandora’s Box. Some of us are just more familiar with its darkness, its lessons that will get us to the light. It takes courage to open your particular Pandora’s Box. Once you open it, it is not easy to close again. There is a fascination with what we store away in our secret places. Dreams, hopes, fears. We need to find the fears and address them. Fears cannot be allowed to dominate you when it comes to analysing yourself. Fears are a contaminant. It is a good idea to look yourself square in the eye and see who it is that you truly are. When you recognise your truth you will be clear what passion means in your life. An addiction to passion is not much of a problem. It is still an addiction – and the thing about addictions is that they demonstrate that something in you is out of balance. So keep addictions where you can see them at all times, they are crafty manipulators.
I have a passion for learning. I find life interesting and I have a passion for thinking. I am determined to show a way to fix this world. I know it can be done. People need to get over their skin-colour first of all. Realise that each person you deal with – each one – can contribute something to your life. You just need to ask the right questions. You have to see value in exchange, sharing. How can you not see value in sharing? People need to compromise. The women who are trying to be men in a man’s world should not wear themselves out. Their battle is pointless. What are they doing comparing themselves to men in the first place? Men are men. That will never change. We have babies – they don’t. We are different creatures. Why is that overlooked so often? A man has a penis. A woman does not. It is clear to see who is who and what is what if you look in the right places. Let men be men – they are good at it. Fighting about not being treated like a man is not productive. Fight for being an independent woman. That kind of fighting energy is helpful. Did you know that men are more highly evolved than women? Sorry if that offends a few people – and it probably will – but it is true. They are all female until 12 weeks – and then they change into men. Men are more specific than women are – they are woman first, then man. How much of a difference this makes to their ability to understand the peculiar ways of women I don’t know, but I imagine even having been female for 12 weeks does not guarantee that a man will understand a woman. It depends on what, exactly, comes together in the first 12 weeks of pregnancy. I think that most women confound most men. Women are a strange breed, it has to be said. I think women can be magical creatures but they can be a nightmare. The problem is that women trust less than men, there is an imbalance there. It is a pity we must exist in a world where women feel they cannot trust men. The men should be better behaved. I am speaking to those who behave badly, and we have all behaved badly in our time. We have all caused pain to another person, so do not put yourself anywhere near a pedestal no matter who you are. Know that this world will recycle pain until the humans stop causing it – to themselves.