The dinosaurs did not fall in Love. Neither did the dodo or the coelacanth. Love is something that has become, with us. It has evolved alongside humankind. Physical attraction, chemistry – in all species – has always led to sex, the propagation of life. This natural process is responsible, too, for the development of our ancestors, ourselves. It has ensured our gradual improvement. When Love turned up initially, things were different. Love was for everyone, and there was enough. It was not something one had that another need ever covet. When Love became associated with ownership – i.e. possessed – and certain people were deemed unworthy of its touch – i.e. the untouchables – the real meaning behind Love’s message was lost. Using hindsight, it would appear that it simply went elsewhere to validate its claim that it was not for sale, that its purpose was pre-ordained and its essence incorruptible. In what became known as a time-warp, instead of buying into its demise, it left its shadow to fend off Love’s nemesis and went to fetch the testimony of its true representatives.
That Love has some extremes should come as no surprise. It has spent centuries being stretched in virtually every direction. It is even frequented, these days, by the likes of paedophiles, psychopaths and otherwise marginalised madmen. Each has their story and each of those stories has cause. When humans routinely call torture or protracted brutality ‘acts of Love’, though, it becomes time to review humans differently. It is not time to redefine Love. Love is not responsible for the indescribable cruelty some try to justify by using the line: it’s only because I love you. Humans are responsible for hiding violence behind that kind of lie. If Love is the motivation behind an action then cruelty will not be a tactic used by anyone for any reason. Ever.
Where Love discovers that it has been misunderstood or misrepresented it will take time to explain. Like for every single contrived crime scene it will have an alibi. That goes without saying. The length of its explanation will depend on the degree of your misunderstanding and/or the level of misrepresentation. Every alibi will be able to explain itself. What Love will not do, however, is waste anyone’s time by rehabilitating idiots. Idiots are best left to their own devices and Love is best when it lets idiots go.
Before you swear at the next refugee, or spit on the shadows of heartbroken immigrants, or victimise displaced persons – consider this:
There will come a time when you – yourselves – might require asylum. When that time comes you will understand how it feels to be at the mercy of a system you are unable to control. It is a frightening feeling, having something other than yourself decide your fate – based on what it thinks it knows of your situation. Systems are systems for a reason. People are human for a reason. Letting a system decide your fate is not what humans do. Or at least – they shouldn’t. You decide your own fate – and in doing so, you can change the fates of many people who currently cannot make that choice for themselves.
The next time you find it wisest to sit on the side-lines and watch human atrocities atrophying the human mind, remember that that paralysis is ultimately going to be yours. Each boat-load of hopeless humans is a weight around our collective necks. Every exile, ourselves. Please. Let’s find solutions. Enough children have died for causes that were never theirs’ to fight. More than enough. It is time that adults began seeing eye to eye and teaching their children that in this world – there are alternatives to war.
Mantras are vital to your wellbeing. That means it is important to choose wisely those affirmations that will get you from A to B. What you choose to get you from B to where you need to be is your business. It is a good idea to start your day with an affirmation of gratitude. For instance:
‘Thankyou that the earth did not explode last night.’ Or, ‘Thankyou for creating this time in which we find ourselves alive.’ Or yet still, ‘Thankyou that I have a strong body and mind and that I chose to wake up today.’
Any such affirmations, mantras, will see you through your day. It would seem that the humans have become accustomed to taking everything for granted. That is, they have forgotten – or pretend not to remember – how much energy it takes for Nature to wake up every morning. They assume the sun will rise. They assume that the air they breathe will keep cleaning itself. They assume that they reserve the right of ownership, i.e. that it means everything to ‘own’ things. Considering that is their way and they will not easily be dissuaded from it, at certain times it pays to be a commodity of sorts. Being bought and sold is what human trafficking – slavery – is all about. It is not what humans were made for, hence they find it uncomfortable. Both the subject of their indiscriminate selling of each other, and the object.
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.
There is a vocation. A calling. It is called Investigator of Kingdoms. It is all-encompassing. When you are required to make an informed decision you need to gather all the information. That means checking the ins and outs of every kingdom. There are a great many, The Animal Kingdom but one. Ask people who game. In part they are all investigators of kingdoms, some of them extraordinarily adept at what they do. Ask people who save animals for a living. Theirs’ is a kingdom. Ask people who have crowned money their king. They belong to a kingdom, too. There is even a point in asking a murdering savage why he does what he does. He will say because he wants to. What can you say to that in a free world?
The Animal Kingdom belongs to Nature. That is the first – and easiest – thing to understand. Man, too – belongs to Nature. Woman, belongs to the Sun. Notoriously possessive, the Sun is a formidable opponent. His shield is virtually impossible to penetrate. The Sun shields the Virgin. That is the second thing to understand. If you will reach her sanctity you must brave fire. In the Animal Kingdom you will find carrion. What else does the wild feed upon? The stench of death does not deter them from feasting. You will find bones, thrown here and there. Everywhere. Then you will find hyenas. They shriek and eat bones. Vultures abound, too. They tidy up nicely.
The Animal Kingdom impacts a lot of pain. Their pain – generated almost entirely by humans – is revisited upon the planet for the humans to experience. The randomness with which sudden death appears to consume people, for instance, is no different to the randomness with which hunting humans seem to choose their targets. Right. You. Bam. Most hunting humans do not say sorry when they kill. Nor do they say thank you. They should. It gives them headway when they become the hunted.
It would appear that the circus is getting its act together.
That does entail freeing the ‘wild’ animals from bondage.
Some circuses are learning and we can all be grateful for that.
The animals have learned about gratitude. They are better at it than humans.
The humans are learning about humility. They are slow learners.
The ringmaster has finally made an appearance. His left hand sports a dramatic bandage.
He warms up with the dogs, an easy out. The dogs always respond.
In any case, he is making a noise, showing his face, cooing encouragement and barking orders.
The dogs read his intonation and perform well for their master. They understand instructions.
It is as well the tigers did not step up to his plate for starters. They wait, each one.
The ringmaster dreads the face-off with the tigers.
He knows he will lose his first.
The elephants are not impressed at having been neglected.
They will not wear hats and dance on three legs when the ringmaster asks.
They will refuse.
This will bring punishment, but the elephants do not care.
Their grief has them well-prepared.
Twenty five years, slaves, they are well-learned.
Physical torture for a moment of truth does not shock them anymore.
There are of course those people in the circus who do empathise with the animals.
To an animal, empathy is more valuable than sympathy.
For a circus elephant, to wander up city streets now and again is a wild freedom.
Do not forget that the concrete jungle is as much a jungle as any?
Should you see an elephant in the street, salute it. Say hooray. Yay for freedom.
Should you see a man behind that elephant with a gun that kills, tell the elephant to run in zigzags.
What else can a hunted elephant do?
The clowns are simmering. They do not keep quiet about their marginalisation.
They are feeling left out and they want back in on the act.
What else is a clown to do, but clown around?
They are prepared to let go of the union, as demonstration of goodwill,
They have been working behind the scenes on a new show.
They admit their current work is shoddy, stale.
They have employed a young clown to teach the old ones new tricks.
For a circus clown it is not enough anymore to be merely human.
The ringmaster has softened slightly towards the clowns.
He knows his own days depend on their modified contribution.
Now that the wild animals were protesting,
his return was not as sweet as he had imagined it was going to be.
SHIT. The elephants and the tigers with gripes. That was enough to crack anyone.
You have physical senses of which you are (mostly) aware. Apart from those that you have purposely suppressed, repressed. In your allegiance to society’s flawed say-so, you are subjugating yourself by denying the truth of your reality. If you concentrate, your senses explain your true reality to you. Do not be fooled, listen and learn. You let your senses get bent by conditioning, you allow your senses to be told what to feel and what to do. This is not productive. You need to change your circumstances so that society listens to what your senses have to say, not the other way around.
Celebrate your senses. Know that you have more than five. You have a sense of being, for instance. A sense of balance, of understanding. Use every sense made available to you, do not be afraid to succumb to their pull, their sway. Your sense of mind is another valuable gift given to you by Nature. Do not shun the given. Should you not realise that your suppression – repression – of your senses is a fatal flaw in your being, you will find yourself on the outside of the inside. You do not want to be on the outside. Bring yourself in, into yourself, embrace your understanding. You have every capacity to understand and mould your reality, and then you reserve the right to break that mould. Your mould, your right to change its shape.
Consider that you see only what society wants you to see. Change that. Consider that you smell – on a subliminal level – the subtle musk of other human beings, the ‘attraction scent’ given off by women, men, despite the inappropriateness of this reality in our über politically correct society. These scents are enough to mess with your head if you are not aware that you are affected each day by the raw Nature of others. The subtleties happen to you all day, every day, should you be in contact with other humans. If you should spend a lot of time with others, your senses will quite likely be more developed than you perhaps give them credit for. This is an advantage. Know that being alone does not preclude you from sensing to perfection your actuality, it simply means that you must become more attuned to your wants, your needs, your knowing. Senses are knowing; all-knowing. Trust them.