You don’t have to be good at mathematics to be a numerologist. Nor do you have to be an actuarial scientist. You only need a passion for numbers. Numbers are magical. Where did their shapes even come from in the first place? And why did Roman Numerals change into the kind of numbers with which we are now familiar? I imagine a different message probably needed sending as times modernised and it became more effective to use numbers, than numerals. Or – the world as it was known to be came to an end and when the new futures were spliced together to recreate the sheer wonder of what had been before there was a slight miscalculation that led to an unexpected over-convergence. When you have that kind of unexpected overlap in time the strangest things can happen. Like food falling from the sky and turning into fishes, for instance.
The odd numbers are my favourite numbers. Even numbers are fine when they come in pairs, otherwise they are best left to their own devices. Odd numbers have more zeitgeist, for example, than even numbers do. They embrace their sharp edges, their inconventional un-matchedness. Through natural selection, an odd number cannot be superstitious or obsessive-compulsive. They can, however, be incredibly particular when it comes to their presentation and their representation. You cannot get an odd number wrong. There is a reason that it is odd to begin with. Whether it is or isn’t a good reason is not the question. The question is whether or not the even numbers can count.
The Fibonacci Sequence is the mapping of an actual pattern, a wavelength clearly in motion, since for numbers there is no infinity. Neither is there an end in sight for a nautilus or a golden spiral. The ratio of one number to another – in that sequence – is perfect. And yes, perfect does exist. It has to in some dimensions. Like this one in which we currently find ourselves. For instance, if a parachute is not packed perfectly on earth, it will not open the right way for you when you need it to break your fall. It is best to understand that, if you will delegate to another the packing of your parachute.
So much the sideline
on a straining leash,
Brought to heel
Time and again
With a swift kick in the ribs.
Winded, panting, and
But still straining
Against the guideline
Obeying the wild inside.
I am tempted to yank that choke chain
With brute force
Every single time
I find myself trying to teach this old dog new tricks.
I have subsequently learnt:
The dog of desire can lend us some manners.
Some real community manners.
Those that do not over-consider one man against another
Those that see the expanse for what it is.
Because what it is, is important to know.
Like why a dog can lick its own lipstick.
The rooster of lust can tend our handlers.
Like pitbulls fight,
Handlers must be handled in the first place.
Then they can handle their lust.
To become at ease in one’s primal hide
One must wear it first.
To understand a dog, a cat, a duck in one’s home
One must first open one’s home to all these creatures.
Even to a snake, a pig. A whole family of cockroaches.
It is a good lesson in who is bigger than who.
A heart feels desire, lust, passion, primal truth.
Imagine what a job it must have keeping these secrets.
Heroes are not heroes for no reason. They are that kind of person. They are heroic. Heroes in stories often die. Sometimes, they have to. That is the way of heroism. Since you, too, have to die at some point in the future, why not a die a hero? It is an honourable death. It takes some doing to get your actions registered as heroic. That means it is not a walk in the park being a hero. It is a very serious calling and those that decide to become heroes in life – or death – should be acknowledged with our gratitude. A hero has focus, vision, to see a mission through and deliver reached goals with maximum efficiency.
There are many heroes walking the face of the Earth. Theirs’ is a legacy that speaks for itself. When you save something or put your life on the line for a cause in which you believe and you do so with a fierce passion for what you represent, you begin to understand what heroes did historically – what they still do – and why they do it. A hero is a person who helps others, a person that understands loyalty. That is why their value. They are resourceful, enterprising. They are very good at what they do. Heroes are still required and it is just as well that they do exist. This world has not been saved yet.
It is time to stop avenging the deaths of former ‘heroes’. There are too many men chasing each other around brandishing death because of dead heroes. What is the point of that? You do not teach your son that he must kill his neighbour because the boy’s grandfather killed yours. That is stupid thinking. The business of vendettas is a big business, understandably, there is a firm principle behind an eye for an eye, but there are ways to do the things you must do to balance the scales of justice without compromising your soul. It is important to know this.
In this life it is vital to have a passion. At least one. It can be anything. A person, a project, your life. If your life is your passion then you will have spent a lot of time contemplating it. It is through contemplation that we can come to conclusions. We must always follow through to conclusion, there is no point half-doing something or leaving loose ends. Loose ends are always going to drag on your consciousness – to save yourself the waste of energy carrying that excess weight make sure you are disciplined enough to finish what you start. Passion is flow. When you experience flow, you are immersed in your reality to the extent that you are operating at optimum levels and your mind and body are aligned, you are focussed. People who have an attention deficit disorder – and I think a great many people have an attention deficit disorder – find it difficult to feel flow. Flow is a feeling. You know you are part of something far greater than the reality in which you are currently confined. Each life-time is a life-sentence, think about it. You cannot escape from the learning that this world will give you. Even if you kill yourself, you will still return to learning – it is simply that your life-sentence has been cut short. There is no shortage of new ones. In this world we are sure of that.
Trust your passion. You will know when you have a passion. It consumes you. It is an emotional workout, having a passion. A tsunami of feeling. You find yourself sinking under, fighting to the surface only to sink again into its depths. You find your secrets in the depths, it becomes a place you do not want to leave when you find it. The thing to know is that you can breathe underwater. It is something you discover when you are sinking. Your mind is alive, creative and alert – the world around you is filled with possibility and wonder. A passion makes you believe in yourself, in the framework of this universe. A passion should feel good. If it does not feel good then it is possibly an obsession rather than a passion. Be aware of the difference between the two. An obsession can be confusing. A passion is not confusing – it makes every bit of sense when you understand what wonders it does for your being. A lot of people with a passion for something can make a big difference in this world. All you have to do is find what you feel strongly about. Find the feelings that provoke you to thought and underneath those feelings you will find some of your beliefs. Keep them in perspective, as you do with your convictions. Both can brain-wash you. Behind your beliefs you will find some lone convictions – which are hard to shake, but shake them up – and then you will be where you want to be: in passion. It is a state of being. It is fuelled by hope – which lies deep inside Pandora’s Box, underneath her chaos and disorder. We all have a Pandora’s Box. Some of us are just more familiar with its darkness, its lessons that will get us to the light. It takes courage to open your particular Pandora’s Box. Once you open it, it is not easy to close again. There is a fascination with what we store away in our secret places. Dreams, hopes, fears. We need to find the fears and address them. Fears cannot be allowed to dominate you when it comes to analysing yourself. Fears are a contaminant. It is a good idea to look yourself square in the eye and see who it is that you truly are. When you recognise your truth you will be clear what passion means in your life. An addiction to passion is not much of a problem. It is still an addiction – and the thing about addictions is that they demonstrate that something in you is out of balance. So keep addictions where you can see them at all times, they are crafty manipulators.
I have a passion for learning. I find life interesting and I have a passion for thinking. I am determined to show a way to fix this world. I know it can be done. People need to get over their skin-colour first of all. Realise that each person you deal with – each one – can contribute something to your life. You just need to ask the right questions. You have to see value in exchange, sharing. How can you not see value in sharing? People need to compromise. The women who are trying to be men in a man’s world should not wear themselves out. Their battle is pointless. What are they doing comparing themselves to men in the first place? Men are men. That will never change. We have babies – they don’t. We are different creatures. Why is that overlooked so often? A man has a penis. A woman does not. It is clear to see who is who and what is what if you look in the right places. Let men be men – they are good at it. Fighting about not being treated like a man is not productive. Fight for being an independent woman. That kind of fighting energy is helpful. Did you know that men are more highly evolved than women? Sorry if that offends a few people – and it probably will – but it is true. They are all female until 12 weeks – and then they change into men. Men are more specific than women are – they are woman first, then man. How much of a difference this makes to their ability to understand the peculiar ways of women I don’t know, but I imagine even having been female for 12 weeks does not guarantee that a man will understand a woman. It depends on what, exactly, comes together in the first 12 weeks of pregnancy. I think that most women confound most men. Women are a strange breed, it has to be said. I think women can be magical creatures but they can be a nightmare. The problem is that women trust less than men, there is an imbalance there. It is a pity we must exist in a world where women feel they cannot trust men. The men should be better behaved. I am speaking to those who behave badly, and we have all behaved badly in our time. We have all caused pain to another person, so do not put yourself anywhere near a pedestal no matter who you are. Know that this world will recycle pain until the humans stop causing it – to themselves.