It would be incorrect to say that I do not believe that obedience has its place. It does. However, it depends upon who it is that is demanding from you your acquiescence. It also depends what their intentions are. As is said – the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Pure motivation relies on one’s intuition – when to do what one has been told, and when not to. Unless you trust implicitly those that give you instructions, do not ever act on an imperative without thinking it through for yourself. When you can feel that an instruction has your best interests at heart you can act freely, according to your betters’ suggestions, without questioning your integrity. That is a luxurious position in which to be. As is understanding that the word ‘welfare’ is not synonymous with the word ‘charity’.
Children are motivated by the tone in your voice, not by the words you use. They can hear when you honestly mean something and when you don’t, so when you don’t mean something don’t say it unless for some reason it becomes necessary for your child to hear you lie. That may happen purely so they can discern a lie from the truth. Like if you have nothing to compare something to you cannot state categorically whether a thing is one way or another. It is best to be able to state any truth categorically. I do not see the point in illuminating a truth with grey areas? The reason for this is to ensure that the ‘cycle of Life’ with which we are familiar now becomes a framework – a firm foundation – upon which we can all build without the mistrust that has thwarted every successive attempt at transcendence.
I suspect the Catholics had a very serious reason for their ubiquitous statement: ‘thou shalt obey’. Unfortunately, for some, the mere mention of the word ‘obey’ rankles – and deeply. Those are usually people who have once trusted – and obeyed – those giving them instructions only to discover on the other side that ‘obedience’ was used for the purposes of oppression, or abuse. I understand and would accept an imperative, for example, like: Do this or you could die (and let’s not split hairs). I would not accept an order which translates into: Do this because if you don’t I will keep kicking you in the head until you are dead. That is not the way to motivate obedience. In fact, that is probably one of the fastest ways to incite defiance. But then, perhaps defiance is a new-age obedience? I guess it depends on who it is that is saying what, and to whom it is that they are speaking.
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.
There are days here and there when I wonder what fantasy actually is. Apart from being a state of mind, it is clearly an ideal place to be at some stage in your daily thinking. Fantasy can be anything from reality right through to illusion – and everything in between. Fiction is not fantasy. Fantasy is very real. It takes an extraordinary level of concentration to maintain the purity of thought required for the creation – or the construction, if you like – of a flawless fantasy. It takes some practice, too.
Fantasy requires minds to find a steady stream of consciousness through which their ideal can be projected. To find the ideal you need to be a positive thinker. To find a steady stream is essential. Fantasies do not travel well under bumpy conditions. They are delicate in nature. Nature does not have fantasies about killing, or causing suffering to living things. There will be fantasies found about eating, feeding frenzies. About sex. That is perfectly natural. Nature takes time to build a fantasy with the reality; she does not waste time dreaming about pain.
Fantasies are for the bravehearts. For those that dare to think big. Small fantasies are not necessarily smaller than any bigger ones you may have along your way. It depends how deep small goes. How shallow your perception. When you understand the motivation behind a fanciful way of choosing to live, you will understand how absolutely essential the propagation of fantasy is as a very real – and viable – reality.
I am quite certain that baby rape is – in addition to a heinous crime – symbolic. Of at least two things. One – there are things going on that have perhaps reached a head. A heads-up, if you like. Two – I am wondering why it is that so many black children are being subjected to this particular suffering. Not only black children, but many, many black children. It’s not right. Like it’s not right that the souls stolen from the children by the LRA were the souls of innocents. That kind of energy should not be in the care of a man like that. In fact, if I had my say, I would say be sure to burn him. That is the way to free the prisoners he holds, still. Thousands and thousands of them. That freedom is like the rising of a new tide, a phoenix from the flames, an army of beauty let loose to reclaim the empty houses roaming lonely the savannahs. There are a lot of empty houses. That is not a bad thing, but it is something to be aware of. It is a matter of time before these empty houses get inhabited. There are many undesirables that require housing. The good news is that there is a way to keep the houses empty until they can be filled by their respective owners. And yes, you can call them owners. They are. When it comes to a perfect fit, doors open. It has always been the way. That fail-safe takes into consideration not only evolution underway, but also the aging process. Hour by hour and every hour in between the hours. That is one sure way to be sure of your motivation and to be quite certain of where you are going. And – it is the way to ensure that when you do get where you are going, you can get in. It is pointless if you cannot get in. If you should underestimate the degree of change that is possible in a very short space of time, you might find yourself in a time warp. There was a story of wasps one time. It was true.
It was suggested that the Y2K was going to have a major impact on our world. It did. It was just slow-release. You might find that at that time, 00.00, there was an eclipse, if you like, a convergence of energies, realities, about which few knew. The fallout was delayed. That delay – if correctly measured – will give you an idea of the time delay of the hours between the hours, and the length of a minute. It is not that a minute is always 60 seconds.
When are you most productive? When you are doing something you like, or when a whip is at your back. Both methods work. For some, deadlines motivate. The chase to the end, motivates. For others, the push is in an obligation, a feeling of being responsible. Why is it that some people feel the need to do something about the state of this planet and others will not be bothered? It is time to kick these sleeping people out of their beds. I am tired of hearing the old story that it is no one’s job to bring the humans along, kicking and screaming. That it is no one’s job to force them to wake up and take stock of where they are so they can decide where they want to be. Who made up that story? The same people who sit on the sidelines and watch this world implode? Too bad for the silent fence-sitters. The story has changed.
You are productive when you are driven, inspired. If you lack inspiration, what can you do? You can search for new experiences. If you are averse to new experiences you must ask yourself why. What is this need to live a traditional life? Why are there not more pioneers? Life is a construct. Construct a model that works. Why are there inflexible missionaries striding around making noise about choices? Just because another’s choice is not yours, you cannot condemn it. Do not hide behind God and shout about what is not right in his eyes when you have no idea what he likes and what he doesn’t. When last did he pass comment on the way humans behave? Does he even care? The problem is that people are still whispering the same Hail Mary the priests were prescribing last century. It works no better now than it did then.
Be productive in your thinking. There is no point dreaming up doom and gloom for yourself. Take your thoughts and modify them to include new possibilities that will improve your life. Know that a productive life is a life well-lived. However you choose to live well, is up to you.
Would you expect peace in Utopia? Would you assume it to be a wholly peaceful place? I think it is better never to assume anything, no matter how well you may have convinced yourself that you know what is best in a particular situation. There is always someone who knows better than you do. I have learnt that lesson in life and I trust its consistency. The trick is to find that person. Does Utopia – or Elysium, Heaven, a harem of 1000 virgins, Paradise, etc – exist for you? Even just in your dreams? Does it mean to you perfect, or does it mean ideal? You need to define these things for yourself before you can set about finding yours. That yours is the same as mine – or the next person’s – is a possibility, but this is doubtful in a world this self sufficient. We each have a private ideal, a personal state of perfection that we (ought) to be striving towards. It depends on how you view perfection as to how your Utopian odyssey will unfold. Your journey is ongoing, you will find yourself there, in time. It just takes time.
The way to peace is to educate. Ask Malala Yousafzai, support her cause with $10 a month if you do not yet do anything for your world. What is $10 worth in your world? Encourage your children to support a worthy cause – let them learn the value of compassion. Teach them that it is important to give something back when you have more than others do and teach them this through your example. It is more and more apparent in these everydays that our children are very capable of understanding the meaning behind an action, a behaviour – i.e. a motivation. Do not take from them this facility. Nourish it, them. Let them learn empathy, through affection. It will get them far in life.
In pursuit of peace (and quiet) it is your responsibility as an adult to demonstrate your true nature in front of children. They see straight through an act and besides, they learn assertion. Let them read your truth because this is how you show a child respect for their time. Their assessment. Letting them know your weaknesses as well as your strengths is not a failure, it is a clued-up move. Apologise when you shout, curse. Explain if you cry. If you curse under your breath, that counts. Saying sorry says hey – it is human to make mistakes. Life is dramatic – there is no getting away from that reality. If you think it is not then you need to open your eyes and notice for once (in a very long while) its colour. Colour brings pain, mind you. Moderate that pain. It is vital for children to realise through your demonstration the real of this world we live in. It is an exercise in strengthening, stretching their emotional intelligence. Please recognise a child’s emotional intelligence when you spot it. The more equipped children are to handle themselves (in any situation that presents itself), the more stable their end life-view is going to be. Children do not think in infinities. They need an end view that is stable – whatever that stability entails. Theirs’ can be surprisingly flexible, their stability – it depends what keeps them happy. Children have extraordinary capacity and they will instinctively stretch themselves. Let them. What is necessary to know is that it is essential that a child develops a life-view that perpetually fires up new synapses with excitement. Children should laugh a lot and they should be shown a great deal in their lives, as well as a good example. If you cannot show them a good example – you will need to trust that your child will role-model on the dominant adult in the vicinity who sets best that example. An example. If you cannot trust that your child will know right from wrong, then you have a problem.
And if you do not know who Malala Yousafzai is, perhaps you should. She deserves a Nobel Peace Prize one day.