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The Way it Is – Blog No. 36

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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Love Letters

Red Roses

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THE VIRGIN AND THE PHOENIX

The quivering of sleek feathers, raven wings unfolding.

Shadows playing catch.

A virgin fire, alight.

Darkness swallows her gasps, massages her heart.

A golden phoenix rises from her flames.

The birth of that moment brings with it new life.

Love germinates, visible in the virgin’s eyes.

The raven has the grace of an angel, the cunning of Capone.

A proclivity for the forbidden.

The virgin is attracted to that.

A virgin and a phoenix share the rise and fall of flight.

They share, too, a totem. That of passion.

A virgin’s passion is her learning.

A phoenix’ passion is her surrender to his lessons.

A golden raven works in the same way.

Where there are fires and virgins and golden sunbirds, there is candle wax, ash.

There is ceremony; ritual. Devotion.

An ambient calm, and trust. Lust.

A phoenix cannot rise without a fire.

A virgin cannot either.

The stroke of a wingtip on bare skin can render a virgin senseless.

A writhing virgin can do the same to a raven.

A phoenix is freed by extreme heat. Plumes of smoke. Smears of ash.

A virgin is freed when the timing is right.

The phoenix rises, carrying her in his talons.

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News of the World – Blog No. 63

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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.

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Burning – Blog No. 92

"Toro Jubilo" (Joy of the Bull) festival in the Medieval village of Medinaceli, in the province of Soria, north east of Madrid.As far as hellfire goes, I would not lose too much sleep over the thought that your ‘sins’ in life are going to have landed you in a pit of fire for eternity.  That isn’t what happens.  In anycase, when you are dead, you do not feel.  You could sit in a cauldron of boiling water all day.  Your burning happens while you are living.  That is what conscience is.  That is also what dumb public opinion is.  A branding.  Should it be negative opinion that follows your happenings – and your management of those happenings – you will feel the burn.  That burn is what you learn from.  It is not often easy to be thankful to those who cause you to burn in this life, in fact it is most often the desire of those under fire to do some serious damage to the person or institution doing the burning.  However.  There is always the charitable process of instant forgiveness via the grace of God – if that way is for you.  Or – you tolerate the burn and try to understand what is causing the friction in your days.

If you should find that it is you that is causing friction for yourself because you are being an arsehole in life – and again, both men and women qualify as arseholes – then you must accept the burn.  You allocate to yourself your suffering.  You will burn until you are made humble enough to realise that the way you think and the way you behave towards others does matter.  You will burn until you adjust your attitude to include the understanding that everything you do in life is measured.  Every single thing.  If you are feeling friction because external prejudice is criticising you or your choices, you need to distance yourself from the idiots who practice that prejudice.  Burning because you are gay, for instance, is unacceptable.  Burning because you dare to follow your heart?  That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life.  Who dares persecute a person who decides to follow what might appear to the masses to be an ‘unconventional’ path in their pursuit of purpose?  Convention, as a norm, is a load of shit – and tradition is not much better.  They both confine dreams, thinking.  Tradition and convention are constructs.  Reconstruct them.

There are those who enjoy burning.  And there are those who enjoy being on fire.  Leave them be.  It depends what you have been trying to achieve with your life as to how close you will have ventured to the flames and how long you will have exposed yourself to their heat.  Fire is transformative, no matter how you look at it.  The hotter your spot – and we all know what hot means – the more corrective your karma.  That is such a simple concept to understand.  Let karma play out the way it must.  It has your best interests at heart.

And keep in mind that for a phoenix, fire is necessary for rebirth.  For rising.  In the same way the burn caused by your conscience is necessary.  If you have no conscience, know that you are going nowhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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