It makes sense to turn your dreams into your reality, otherwise what is the point in having them? It is not easy to realise your dreams – you need first of all to have had some, and the word ‘had’ infers that your dreaming for your future should have started the day your first breath was taken, and second of all you need the stamina to maintain those dreams in their pure form for the duration of their development. That development can take decades, centuries. Lifetimes. Especially when your dreams are for the betterment of everything. It is empowering when you see your dreams begin to manifest your actuality. It is proof – if you should require such from yourself – that your path is right on track and your efforts have been worth every depredation. It is proof, too, that those self-same efforts have been greater than every single one of the disappointments encountered along the way.
When dreaming, remember that it is not helpful to dream up shit that can never be realised. Dreaming up and believing in bullshit is the most efficient way to destroy the striving of your soul. A soulful sense of worth is nurtured by the setting of achievable goals. The size of the dreams you have depends on the capacity you have to see them through. If you give up after five minutes then you must understand your dreams will be pea-sized. If you equip yourself to stay the distance, your dreams will have no ceiling. It is difficult to explain this concept to small-minded idiots, but try anyway. They may still fold after five minutes because they are weak-minded, or simply not equipped with what it takes to build sky castles – or climb them – but at the end of the road when they are faced with their failures they will know not to bitch and whine. Blame for their failures can be ignored entirely – they own their weaknesses and are wholly responsible for their defeat.
Warp and weft. This way, and that. How you weave your dreams is obviously vital to you and your particular environment – and to those close to you. With this in mind, it is essential to ensure that what you dream has broad-spectrum benefits. That way, should any of your dreams get waylaid or ‘led astray’, you can be sure that their far-reaching effects will still reach you, no matter where you happen to be. Dreams are personal. They resonate with your destiny. That means stolen dreams – hijacked lives – will, by their very nature of being, still be delivered to the right recipient when the time is right. In the meanwhile – until the thefts and thieves are exposed – dreams that belong to another may well wreak havoc on the lives of those thieves, and the lives of those close to them. Remember that. And don’t bitch and whine when you get what you deserve. In this world – we all do. Eventually.
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 …
If it had been proven that being politically correct was a solution to the problems we face on this planet, I would have employed its ‘diplomacy’. It wasn’t. There are times when diplomacy is necessary, despite the idiots you may find yourself facing. And diplomatic means that you speak your mind with regard for your person and respect for another’s intelligence. It does not mean that you lie. When diplomacy goes out of the window it is a sure sign that the shit is going to hit the fan. When that fan is my face, you will know about it. Every single one of you.
I am certain that political correctness had good intentions. It was meant to dress up the mess of this planet in ribbons and bows for those whose sensitivity had already correctly identified it. That was perhaps a kind gesture. It was, though, counter-productive. It showed contempt for the people who have been listening to a ‘truth’ with the view of finding solutions. That this was in part unintentional – given that those who were preaching the bullshit did not know they had a sympathetic audience – is the only aspect that makes their lies acceptable. And white lies are called white lies for a reason. That is not to say that they are the only lies there are.
For those who may not know or understand political correctness for what it is, it is cowardice. Avoidance. It becomes a debilitating habit of telling a people what you think they want to hear instead of starting dialogue that addresses the real problems we all face. That can be as a result of the ‘partriarchal complex’ rife on this planet – one that we have been conditioned to accept. The belief that men are obligated to be the protectors on this planet. Not all of them are. Those that are not natural-born protectors – those who have misrepresented themselves as saviours – will be the ones who lie to you about your reality. They will do this for two reasons: either to save face, or to conceal their weaknesses, their actual inefficacy.
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.
These aspects of Nature are ideal for detoxification. They are what to use when you find that your system is clotted with toxins. Use antioxidants liberally, for that is what they have been created. There are various ways to detoxify your body, your mind. I would suggest the most direct route to doing so is the best option – i.e. as the crow flies. That means skip the displacement, take the gap – the circuitous route to cleanliness is for the faint-hearted.
Take Cape Aloe lump. Coffee. Smoking in moderation. Red wine. Tumeric. Laughter. Loving. Living. Giveology. Compassion. Empathy. Tears. Unconditional Love. Ask Kobi cattle why their meat is so delicious and they will tell you about how to live well with an understanding of what – exactly – antioxidants in this contemporary world can do. Perhaps ask, too, what else to take. The answer to that question will depend on what has initially been given.
The body is unbelievably appreciative when receiving antioxidants to help it with the process of eliminating shit. If you know your body well – and it knows you as well – then eradicating crap is fairly easy. You eat what you know you must eat and you drink accordingly what you must, too, in order that your body reaches its most optimum capacity. That is a knowing of your circumstance and an appreciation for your body’s capacity for understanding.
Once upon a time they said that possession was nine tenths of the law. Where did that leave the last tenth? In limbo, obviously. In this want-want world, possession seems to orbit the thoughts of many people. It seems to give them a sense of self-worth, a sense of pride. That is a pity. You cannot progress beyond the illusory substance of daily life when you are of the opinion that either owning ‘items’ or ‘people’ gives you some standing. It doesn’t. You can, however, possess your own mind. Your thinking. Those go with you wherever you go – and are with you in whichever eternity you end.
I will say it again. You cannot hope to possess a person. That includes your progeny. Such is not possible. The tighter you squeeze – through your own insecurity or the need to dominate another – the further the person you are trying to own will go. It is perhaps like trying to frame a living rainbow. Or contain a feral cat in an old bag. You will simply not succeed. In fact, you may find that by merely trying, you consign your future to the universal trash can. That is not what you want to be doing with the time you have left. The universal dustbin has now officially been emptied, so to find yourself languishing there would be dire, indeed. Certainly you will be devoid of friends and the family you may encounter in that insipid darkness may not be what you are familiar with.
When did the notion of possession get out of hand? Who decided to propagate the principle of such possibility? I think it must have been the early capitalists that got the premise wrong. That is not a problem. We can change it. We can change the premise, and their thinking. All it will take is to show those who follow a wrong set-up that giving is guaranteed to take you far further than the now, the immediate. Giving can open doors that have until this day, stayed closed. If you are not of the giving mindset, then enjoy your time in the trash can. Believe me, it will last forever.
Childhood is for children. That means it is a time of innocence. Every child has innocence. Should you be responsible for taking the innocent wonder out of the life-experience of a child, you will have a lot to answer for when that child becomes an adult. It is not easy to ensure that a childhood is untainted in this day and age, but it is possible.
Childhood is short for most children these days, that is why it is important to cherish the idea of it. Again I will say it, if you cannot offer a child a happy childhood, why have one? That kind of a betrayal is sacrilege. Children are all born with hope. Love, and innocence too. If you choose to damage these faculties in a child, you can safely consider yourself a cruel person.
There are those parents that will live vicariously through their children, and this, too, tampers with the early experience that children should be having. Children need guidance, they do not need their parents to make their choices for them. Childhood is a time for exploration, for children to learn how to make sense of the world they have been born into. An adult is not able to make up a child’s mind.