There are important questions about the history of things. Like: which is at a greater altitude, Seventh Heaven or Cloud Nine? I suspect the answer to that, is that it depends from which direction you are coming. Unless Seventh Heaven is ON Cloud Nine, in which case it wouldn’t matter with which you collided first. It would seem to me that both are places of interest that I would have added to my travel agenda when the time came for me to decide where in the world I would still most like to visit. That choosing holds true. A simple shift in the location of those places will not change the Nature of the Truth.
We should all have a bucket-list of interesting places we want to get to before we die. We should also have that all-essential fuck-it list of disinterest to remind us of exactly where we don’t want to go. In the long run, that fuck-it list is a great convenience, and it saves time. When we know before going where it is that we do not want to be, then we can with wholly open hearts expend our valuable energies on getting to exactly where it is that we DO want to be. Keep interest, guide your time wisely and our searching hours will never be wasted. Ever.
If you are not sure what your interests are, or when you need to find places of interest for yourself, try reading your planet through your heart. It will tell you where you still need to be and what you still need to see. Where you want to be is another important aspect to consider. Perhaps the wanting to be in one place and the need to be in another is why the discipline of Quantum Physics was given to scientists. Perhaps it is also why time travels as fast as it does. And time is no illusion. It is why it is possible to be in two places at one time.
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.
Some realisations hit hard, like being knifed in the heart. Others flood your being with relief. It is the latter in which we – as a sentient people – find refuge. That refuge for a time provides respite, it strengthens us against the next onslaught of negativity. Negativity is bound to come and go, it is persistent in its attempts to contaminate the everyday. Let it come. Watch it go. That is how to build up your resistance. Practice does not necessarily guarantee perfection, but it gets you a lot closer to it than sitting wishing for expertise to strike you like lightning.
You will have realisations that cause you pain in this life. I suppose that is the sad reality. The happy reality is that one day you will come to realise that the pain was not a waste of time. Nothing ever is, if you do it properly. Your happy realisations will depend on who it is that you are. What makes us wholly happy as individuals is quite specific. What makes us sad is usually group therapy. As it happens.
Realisations, both good and bad, are vital for the growth of our understanding – they are never to be used for overstanding. When you learn something new, or you are shown a different way to do or improve something, you share that knowledge with those you know who will benefit from it. You do not waste time sharing it with those who do not need to know because for them there is no benefit in repetition. In fact, there is no point telling those people anything even once, but do it anyway. Their deafness is not your problem, but it will save you sleepless nights in your future past.
Being floored can be a stressful event for certain types of people. For others, it is an essential experience – hence it is regarded as one of Life’s greater pleasures. It is preferable to be of the latter type, unless you have no choice, in which case you simply deal as best you can with the hand you have dealt yourself. Stress is a serious disease. As is bitterness, hatred. It is a shame for those who are floored with a heart filled with hatred because their longevity depends on their ability to get grounded in Love. Love does not invite hatred into its sacrosanct space. Ever. In fact it chases hatred right out. That is its way.
There is a technique to a perfect flooring. It takes practice. Landing takes practice, too. In some instances the floor will be there for you when you fall – in others, it won’t. Be sure you do not need a floor if you haven’t got one, otherwise you might find yourself landing badly. It is possible on the odd occasion to floor yourself. This is the best position in which to find yourself because a personal flooring is quite possibly the best learning curve, ever. Tripping yourself up, on the other hand, is not advisable.
When you floor something – or someone – properly, the reason behind said flooring becomes immediately apparent. You do not question the reasons. You accept your grounding with good grace and you take gratefully the lessons that are learned when your head hits the deck. When your body hits the deck you best hope that you did not have far to fall, else it will hurt. It is like that with unplanned landings. Once landed, floored, grounded, it is advisable to get straight back up. You know what they say about getting back on track – the sooner you pick your lip up off the floor and stiffen your resolve the more likely you are to begin getting where you think you are going.
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.