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.
When you hear the words ‘at a loss’ tossed around, remember that the phrase need not be interpreted negatively. The statement indicates that in order for whomever it is to ‘be at a loss’ they have come to realise that prior to their now they had something of great value that they no longer have – and will not get again. At least these people have the good grace to recognise their catastrophic failure to hold on to whatever that ‘thing’ of value was. This is helpful because by facing that failure they are opening their own minds to the actuality of their loss and they are accepting that there is no alternative but to move on without it, wherever that ‘on’ might be. That moving on – in itself – will hopefully bring them to a place of healing, a place where they can begin making amends to their discarded hearts. When you have something of value and you deliberately trash it because of your deluded stupidity, please remember that you are destroying only your own peace of mind – not that of any other. Understanding that actuality is where the word ‘accountability’ steps in. And those ‘at a loss’ will be held accountable – every single one of them.
‘At a loss’ is at times a distinctly fiscal description. For those shackled by the big bad world of finance, greed and ill-gotten gains – being ‘at a loss’ is terrifying news. In the lives of those types, the prospect of watching the numbers that gave them ‘status’ and defined their very existence whittle themselves from billions down to nothing can cause immeasurable stress, coupled with a debilitating fear – and those diseases combined can have disastrous effects. Usually – after hiding denial behind numerous lies, those ‘at a loss’ will start immediately their relentless search for ‘The Perpetrator of Their Misfortunes’ with a ‘no holds barred’ sort of blame-game. Unable to accept that they are ultimately responsible for their own drastic ‘losses’ they will flail around trying to find a fall-guy on whom to pin their fall-out, a scapegoat on which to strap their parachutes. Thereafter, when their fall-guy flies and their parachutes fail to open, they will descend into a state of chaotic desperation. In that state, those types are dangerous. They have sold their souls, i.e. their futures, and will attempt anything in order to restore the balance they imagine they had. It is best to leave them to it. Their wasted efforts expose them further and once totally exposed they will know to refrain from bitching and whining – which is a relief to us all.
Being ‘at a loss’ for words is not synonymous with being speechless. It depends upon what your intentions are. I choose to think that being wordless means that you in fact have a great deal to say, but in certain situations elect to stay silent because the people to whom you should direct certain words are a waste of the energy it would take to utter them. Direct your energy wisely. Those ‘at a loss’ will suffer, too, those protracted silences. Like they will suffer the ‘speechlessness’ that comes with the realisation that the words they never heard cannot ever be respoken – no matter how often they try to read them out loud. It’s all in the timing – and that is not the first time I have said that. Incidentally – those self-same words will not be heard, now, either – no matter which ears the speechless think their ‘right’ words might reach. It’s all in the tone of the say-so and the nature of the hearing ears. The say-so of the speechless, sadly, has no resonance and resonance – like Love – is not a commodity, no matter what your fiscal description.
I think there is some confusion when it comes to the term: in Love. For instance, you can have a deep Love for your family members but it is not appropriate to be ‘in Love’ with them. That then bends Love’s trajectory towards incestuous and incest is not fine no matter what planet you are on. The point is, though, it is not okay to hide that kind of shit if it exists and is an issue. The point is to treat the cause of the problem, not the symptoms. Ask why a father would impregnate his daughter, why he would find her sexually attractive in the first place? Why would a possessive mother seduce her son? I mean that sort of sexual attraction is alarming to me and it really does need addressing. Basically – incest kills true intimacy. It breaks sacred bonds. That confuses children and it causes inexplicable pain that dominoes down the generations. Therefore – incest is not acceptable and that is not a negotiable point if the healthy concept of family is to survive its deconstruction.
If you are the parents of a child, or children, it makes sense to remember that you chose each other with whom to ‘breed’, as such. Surely you choose to have a baby with someone you are in Love with? If you didn’t, then I question why you are parents. Children are not a ‘by-product’ of sex – make sure you get that straight. They are a choice. If you do not make the choice, then do not have kids. It’s simple, really. Children who watch their mothers and fathers hate each other for a living learn nothing about Love, about choices. They learn hate and blame, about bondage and obligation. They are also torn, often, between taking sides with their mother or their father and that is not the sort of choice a child should ever have to make. I suspect that there are a great many bullies in relationships – male and female – who enjoy the convenience of a resident punch-bag, as such. That may be how things are for a lot of people, but it is important to understand that that kind of ‘relationship’ is not of Love – not in ANY shape or form.
In Love. Again – it may be helpful to understand that ‘in Love’ is not a destination. It is a privilege: the beginning of a journey into the heart of what really matters. Love is not a commodity, despite what some humans might think. What some humans think matters not, however, and Love knows that. It is when Love falls in Love that it is liable to lose its own control. Maybe that is no bad thing. Perhaps ‘out of control’ Love is exactly what this wounded planet needs?
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 …
I have had better years, it has to be said. But perhaps that is as well. It is when one least expects it that one is visited by a surprise that quite literally takes one’s breath away. And that is the measure of life. Not the time wasted not living it to its full potential. Finding one’s full potential involves an extortionate amount of dedication and care to the salvation of self and preservation of sense of self. That in itself, is no easy task – it is what of you is most valuable. It is as well in those situations – on those occasions – that you have a hard task master. A hand to hold. And someone that has your very best interests at heart. Usually, it takes some time to find all three of those vital components and get them to combine at the right time. Incidentally, none of us is our best at birth. That would make life entirely pointless. Life is a learning experience. Not a picnic.
I have had occasion to think myriad things. To dream countless dreams. To find true love and study it. In searching and salvaging I tend to get more pleasure than I do in destroying and discarding. Call me a hoarder of wonders. :). Since the time I had my eyes opened by kindness I have had occasion to watch Love – in all its facets and manifestations thus far along its perilous journey. That has been a gift. A test of integrity. The work is at times more challenging than my capacity, but it is a labour, if you like, of Love itself. In that – there is a balance. Managing the balance can be tricky.
I am not surprised. I am shocked. That is all. The proof is in the pudding. You will have to eat it. I prefer starters.
The winds of change are blowing. They carry good news. That is what I was hoping. For good news. The reason being, I tend always to hear our bad news first. Like I learned to save the best for last. I chose to believe that our bad news had a sell-by date. It did. I choose to believe that our futures will be better than our present tense is. That is what I focus on. It is like passing backwards from the eye of a storm right through the tail of it. Like being ripped through a barbed-wire fence face-first. If you are Janus-faced you are in an unprecedented position. If you are a cat you can jump the fence. If you are on the fence you are sitting in shit – and without temperance you are up shit-creek without a paddle.
I do not believe that the children who are due to inherit this earth wish to take ownership of a dream, destroyed. So I dreamt them a new one. :).
The phoenix rises, carrying her in his talons.
Monday 27 July 2015
It will not be the first time I have been in this predicament. It seems to be an occupational hazard. Luckily for me, the last time this shit hit my fan I had some wingmen to help me deflect the fallout. I cannot tell you how many I had – I did not take the time to count. I took the time to turn and take note of everything in this planet’s trash can. That was not a particularly delightful process but it needed doing and it is done. In part. The other bits are yet in the mix, we will see what comes out of that wash.
A love is a love is a love. That will never change. Unconditional can do that. So can pure Love. That makes 2 out of 3 that can. The rest – well, they will find out where they are when they get there. I won’t be there, so I don’t know. And that is not me being shitty, that is me saying it as I see it. I cannot do much more than that. If I say nothing, I am complicit in the shit that ravages this planet and I cannot be complicit in that since my objective is to save this place. Therefore – it would be counterproductive for me to sabotage my own projects. I mean that would just be stupid. I know this probably doesn’t sound much like a love letter, but it is. There are more than 5. :). But 5 for starters is good enough, after that I would suggest a 3 skip 2 and take 1. Like I add up a pie chart in colour. How is our business. Why is theirs’. The thing about Sparta is that it is for Spartans. Like other clubs are for other things. I do not think there is much point in finding out right now who exactly has done what, where. The fact that it is done is to me more mind-blowing than any stupid public opinion bullshit. This is unparalleled and I – for one – am not going to miss it. You can explain it any way you like. I really don’t mind. I am documenting my actuality – our reality – and I simply do not feel – or think – that small-minded bigots and narcissistic bitches (small b because they are SO common) with ‘CRITIC’ for a middle name have any say in this business whatsoever. They are an unnecessary distraction from what is actually of consequence and it is vital to get rid of the unnecessary so that the necessary can speak. Someone said that sometime.
Nice try. :). Batman. I will allow you to try on my bat catsuit. It is fluffy and pink. Ask him – he knows what is fluffy and pink with poles and bubbles. I think he is my business associate. :D. He is a very honourable man. That is what men are supposed to be. The Flying Knights were the Norse Gods II. Which came first is of consequence. If the Gods turned into shitty Knights then that is bad luck for them. If it is the other way around, then that can be considered a good outcome. Yes. And I said the next person that says ONE word about my life-work that I consider rude will get a slap. A fat one. My work may be different to what you are conditioned to understand about ‘working’ but that does not make it less taxing, or less demanding. I think we sometimes forget that as individuals with a tap into the collective unconscious we are all liable to suffer the residuals that accompany that tapping. That does not mean that your suffering is necessarily comparable to mine, or that mine is remotely comparable to yours – but it does mean that we have something in common. Common ground is always a good place to begin.
There are so many things that I wonder about. There are so many things I can understand. I am Alice. I am the Cat. Those are absolutely essential in this scheme of things. Not quite alter-egos, but aspects of quite a curious personality. Alice can think out of the box. That is necessary in Wonderland. I mean in Wonderland you can drown in a pool of your own tears if you cannot swim. Wonderland is necessary as an alternative reality to the one we currently find ourselves a part of. I think that is easy to understand. Our reality – although it IS improving – is hardly ideal. But I am not an idealist. Alice is. That is her prerogative. It takes an extraordinary level of concentration to keep a pure vision on track. Well – personally – I prefer pure to impure. Call me old-fashioned. I write what I want. I love what I love. I say what I like. That is karma. The wonderful thing about this world is that you get what you give. When you give is not of consequence in the immediacy – it depends on what you did last time around. That affects your future past. If you can adapt your now to amend your future past then you are in the pound-seats.
We can both see beyond. That is both a blessing and a curse. I choose to see more blessing in it. That is just me. I tend towards the positives. They give your wings, wings. Negatives get you nowhere. That is why I am a proton. Occasionally an electron gets in the way and neutrons are just that – neutrons. They sit on fences. Fences are fine until they are bulldozed down. Then if you are on one, you have a problem. You will see your arse.
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You learn very young what makes you happy, and what does not. That distinction lays the groundwork for the kind of human being each child is going to turn out to be. It is important that children learn to assert themselves whenever they find themselves in a situation that makes them uncomfortable. That discomfort could be the pain visited upon those who are close to them, it could be an older person trying to teach them something other than the truth. Children are intuitive. All of them. They understand the truth.
Your happiness should be a thing that you nurture. It is precious. It is also important – once you have discovered what makes you feel happy – that you understand whether your kind of happy is a healthy happy or not. There are many unhealthy happies out there and they can be destructive, but they each have their reason for being. When we can see their cause(s) then we can decide whether or not we wish to keep them, whether or not they are necessary to carry as baggage. Sometimes the unhealthy happies are simply happy happies trying to explain an inexplicable pain. For some things there are no words.
When you love truly, unconditionally, the happiness of the other is as important as your own. When you understand that happiness feeds off itself, then you will understand that putting the other’s happiness ahead of your own is not only the supreme act of self-sacrifice, it is the natural thing to do when you find yourself at cross-purposes. It’s like finally getting for yourself something you have dreamed of your entire life and then giving it away for no good reason. Who on this planet would do that?
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.
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.
So. 2015. What kind of a year do we want? What kind of a year do we need? These are important considerations. I suspect if it were possible for everyone to agree on one thing, it would be that we do not need a year of disasters. That would be a good place to begin. Disasters happen – not without warning, but without permission. It depends on the proclivity of the disaster, for disaster. Natural happenings are not synonymous with disaster. Nature, is Nature. That will never change. It would be important to remember that vibrations and frequencies are not felt only by mankind.
It would perhaps be sensible to choose to think positively for the betterment of everything. If you cannot figure out how to do that, and some people cannot, then begin to think of yourself as a prayer-flag. Feel your thoughts. Know they all have purpose. When the winds of change come, what do wish for them to blow through you? What do you wish to be left with? These are some of the things you should be thinking about. Like what does the ‘prayer’ of you – as written on your particular flag – say for you? It will say your truth. That need not be uncomfortable.
There will be ups and downs, as with each year that swings around. That is normal, to be expected. What we can hope for, are more ups than downs – in the traditional manner of speaking. It is time for a few more smiles, given freely, and a lot more love. Love is what takes us all home. That is how we can know it is on its way.