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.
If you think the acrobats have time to consider their state of mind before they fly,
you are underestimating the freedom they find in flight.
They do not need to consider such things. They understand trust.
If you think like an acrobat you will find that your head stays silent, awed, whilst you work.
It knows its place.
If you feel like an acrobat, that is your business. Your body – your trained senses – are your business.
Trust the bearings your body gives you.
Trust your senses to tell you one side of the story.
Let your perception tell you a second.
Trust instinct – the Knowing – to show you a third.
That way, your performance will be flawless.
Acrobats are made for flawless performances.
The tiger is sick of sitting in his own piss and stink. That is no way to treat majesty.
And when does the stupid act he does buy him back the wild?
It had better be soon. He is tired of sitting in a small cage measuring man’s promise.
He is bored of wowing ignorant children
for the sake of their careless parents.
The flaming-hoop story is old. Tired. It passes the time.
The tiger is so bored it could die.
It accepts – and hates – in equal measure.
Who dares put the grizzly bear in a ruffled pink skirt on a tricycle, and then laugh, invite laughter?
Who does that for his living? The tiger smiles.
The same man who chases the elephants around in little hats. The tiger chuckles.
It is not wise to push the elephants.
The time is coming to shoot the clown out of the cannon.
He has a safety net. No one is scared.
Perhaps it would be funnier another way.
The clowns fight behind the scenes. They suffer petty jealousies and hangovers, from before.
The clowns hold grudges. They play favourites; poker.
None of them are good losers.
It is time for the clowns to get new clothes.
Their uniforms are worn.
The budget was cut last year. Again.
Clowns’ outfits are not a priority in the new one.
They grumble at the pecking order.
No one cares about the clowns.
They are right.
Their act would not be missed, were it axed.
Think about it.
They are a distraction to the main event, a time-filler.
Hardly an act.
When you take the time to understand that there is a difference between magic and magick you will be able to appreciate the wonder of both. You will find that if you invest time in appreciating the magick that is happening all around you all day, every day, you will become properly alive inside yourself. This is not a scary prospect – it is like a caterpillar in a chrysalis. You will become the best you are meant to be. Do not ever forget that this takes due process. Becoming your best is a long journey. If you have stamina you should undertake this journey. If you do not – that is a shame. You are missing out.
You have to show gratitude for Nature’s magick in order that she allows its properties to transform you, your life. You must appreciate her mastery. She is very, very adept. Treasure that there is no other that will understand you like she does. She is you. From this you can draw comfort. You have no need to hide from her your ‘sins’. She understands the nature of man. And she understands very well the nature of woman, too. She is familiar with wiles and manipulation. She does not employ either method in her operation but she accepts that others, do. That there is yet conflict between the sexes about who is Alpha what is not helpful. There is always an Alpha female and an Alpha male in Nature’s equation. Always. The energy of both. Bringing together – in harmony – those energies, is where she is headed. That her work along the way is changing the lay of the land is a reality we should really learn to accept without raising too much objection. Her motivation is pure. She is already everywhere that matters.
Magic itself is black, white. Coloured. Musical. Cinematic. There is no grey area where magic is concerned. Magic works. Do not for one moment doubt that fact. Magic trades secrets in deep, dark belief. Trust. You know how a strong belief can save your life? Or kill you? Easy. If you are interested in the at-work aspects of magic and its happenings you must visit voodoo and you must visit ritual, you must hear your heartbeat and you must suspend disbelief for a period long enough to give your inner cynic a chance to keep quiet and learn. The cynic is entitled to its opinion but it is not invited to share it. When you next see love in action – and this is not hard to see if you know where to look – know that magick is happening, right there in front of your eyes. Magick comes to us each when we are primed, open, and ready to receive it.
Open. Receive it.
You are what you learn. If an animal learns cruelty from a human, whether in life or in death, its wild will become ferocious. That an animal has enough self-control to perform tricks in a circus without killing the ringmaster is testimony to its tolerance for man’s desire to wield power. Man does not wield power well. It corrupts his giving spirit. Keep in mind that we are all of Nature, we all have wild within. It comes to us through the ages of our DNA, no matter where we are born or brought up. Our wild feeds from source. Source is contaminated. There is a lot of cruelty to assimilate. The scales are off-balance where wild is concerned and the imbalance is being visited upon the planet in the shape of man hurting man in a barbaric fashion. Man has always hurt man – that is his way, his demonstration, his ascension to the top has always involved battles, scars. The problem is that in our society there are a lot of people doing a lot of hurting and either deriving pleasure from the experience or not giving a shit.
There are too many children being raped in this world. That is cruelty. There is too much shit being spoken in the name of love. That is cruelty. People need to trust love, because it is very real. As a force, it is breath-taking. People need to know that love tells them the truth, not lies. Love will not tell you what you want to hear. If you are hearing exactly what you want from someone all the time, you must question their motives in life. It is likely that they do not care for you the way you think they do. Perhaps it is that they want something, or that they are already taking from you and in order to continue doing so they keep you sweet by filling your ears with shit. Do not feel angry if you should realise that you have been or are being taken advantage of. Used. You allowed it to happen. Your ego allows it to happen. Keep your ego where you can see it, do not let it run away with you. Be aware that a cruel person is addicted to cruelty. Do not tolerate cruelty. If you are with a cruel partner you must question your motives in life.
If you are a person who speaks shit in the name of love, please stop it. You are giving love a bad name. Love is sensitive to its reputation on Earth. It is sensitive to the lies you speak in its name. If you are spending time fucking people for a living and calling it ‘making love’, please stop it. You are lying. And for god’s sake, stop believing that you are ‘making love’. You are not. Love has NOTHING to do with fucking someone. You are insulting Nature when you choose to pretend that it has.
What is the point of sitting in your armchair thinking about the changes you would like to see in the world? There is no point to that. You have to do something constructive in order that your thoughts have any sway at all, otherwise you might as well not bother having them. Thoughts without an active thinker are not helpful. As I have said before, act rather than don’t in this world because your voice – however you choose to speak – might be the one that makes the difference. The good news is that there are a great many situations in our world that need improving. This world is as yet far from perfect and that means there is a lot to work on. We are a lot. The odds are in our favour should we put our minds to making a change; we can make a statement and simultaneously tidy up some residual untidyness.
Should you dislike circus animals, for instance, then find out how the Netherlands set about banning performing animals from their country and get busy making that statement in your own arena. How about this time being the person who stands up and does something instead of being the disillusionist sitting on the sidelines griping? Do you know how tiring a whining voice? It precludes itself from being heard.
Boycott oriental arts across the board because the Asians refuse to honour life on earth, refuse on principle to visit zoos and circuses because your money is what keeps these sideshows in business. Do not forget that there are a lot of animals currently trapped in circuses and housed in zoos. What will happen to those helpless creatures once the circuses shut down and the zoos lose their patronage – because I do believe that they eventually all will. Perhaps there are private reserves that could house these wild orphans. Perhaps. One would hope that when they are freed from their particular brand of slavery they will find their way to a place they could call home. It will not be the wild as it once was in their blood, but it could be a safe haven free from prying eyes and ringmaster’s whips. I believe there is place in Africa for every one of these exploited animals. Africa is like that with her big heart.
I marvel at man’s audacity. He attempts to tame the wild and uses his mastery to bring misery to living creatures. I am sure this was never our purpose.
NOTE TO SELF: 1987 (minor 2013 edit – important: 1987 ‘man’ = mankind, as such)
The construction of man was undoubtedly a miracle, although one might wonder whether or not it was (initially) an act of boredom. Had civilisation progressed as God had intended it to, there would be no cause for concern, but modern man has travelled so far along forbidden paths in his quest to discover the meaning of Life that his creation and the purpose behind it has been ignored (for years). One wonders whether it hasn’t been conveniently deleted from his memory completely.
Man has evolved into something totally contrary to what was expected. Man in modern society assumes that he is invincible – a story-book hero with limitless powers. He sees himself as the epitome of perfection and will not admit the potential presence of any weaknesses. Stated more accurately by a certain A. Grit, “Nature didn’t make us perfect, so she did the next best thing – she made us blind to our faults.” Man’s denial of imperfection is (nearly) imperceptible, although he is surely aware that somewhere deep within his (superior) being there is something that needs correction, something that he cannot do without. Perhaps it would be destructive to admit it – even if it was just to himself – it might taint his opinion (of himself) or crack the fragile shell of his ego.
For man to understand himself accurately, it would be necessary for him to see himself as he appears in reality. Without much effort, he could merely stand before a mirror and study his reflection and draw his conclusions from his observations. However, it is easy to escape unharmed by staring at your reflection in a normal mirror because the reflection is superficial and does not extend further than skin deep. What he (actually) needs is a large two-way mirror that reveals his surface features from one side and when he moves behind the mirror to the other side he can see his inner turmoil and associated imperfections. Only then, under constant scrutiny, would he begin to discover for himself that although he is a human being of miraculous proportions, he has also been made with his share of (inherited) insecurities and problems.
The most difficult thing for him to understand however, is that by viewing himself subjectively as well as objectively, he is in no way conceding to or admitting defeat, (but that) he is actually on the way to self-discovery.
A mirror in itself is a means by which man can unravel the mysteries within himself. By turning to face a mirror he can unjumble the confusion inside of him and make sense of his situation in order to proceed (effectively equipped) in a ‘weird’ world of reality. There is no doubt that man’s true reflection will not hold any substantial pleasure initially, but perhaps for him to come to terms with himself it is an effective measure. It would surprise him to discover that instead of being the all-knowing figment of his imagination, he has become the ignoramus who stares back into his eyes so helplessly. Man has become disillusioned and must learn to deal with his disppointment in order for him to begin again. Maybe by participating in a venture of this nature, society will change and follow a more positive path towards the future. Maybe, just maybe, by doing this man will revolutionise his outlook and turn out to be what was expected of him the moment the dust with which he was created, had settled.