First impressions do count. They are, in fact, seminal. If you are the sort of person that is able to look others in the eyes then whether or not they return your question becomes immaterial. Fear often prevents eye-contact. Respect, too. However, I would suggest that meeting another’s gaze – even for a few moments – will do you and them, wonders. In a case of respect, looking down after saying hello will demonstrate humility. And yes, humility is very important in a world like this. That does not ever mean you need to feel ‘lesser’ or be subservient to any other being, or put their opinions or needs above yours. Yours – are as important as the man’s standing next to you.
Impressions are what is left behind, as such. You can recall a strong impression in minute detail if you concentrate. First impressions are like red wine-stains – they take some washing out. Some may even remain forever. Like scars. Or blood. Blood – when you have seen enough of it – always makes an impression. A deep one. A voice makes an impression. The way a smell makes an impression. One that can last a lifetime, in fact. And some lives are very, very long.
When Alice first hit Wonderland she noticed the pea that had been sleeping under her mattress for the past months. The pea apologised profusely for the bruises she had caused Alice and they went to make an impression. They thought the best place for that would be at the palace of the Queen(s) of Heart. They were right. Fortunately, the pea made it into one of the Queen’s delicious soups and Alice was invited to partake of the fare. She saved the pea and sent the Old Queen into orbit. That is the way Alice works.
Trust that it is necessary to have your heart broken at least once in this life. It need not be a relationship breakdown that brings it on, it could be your cat getting squashed by a car. A death in the family. It could be that you feel brokenhearted because the world is in the state it is. It depends how deep your feelings go. When your heart is broken, you are forced into a confrontation with yourself. You are wounded and you are not happy. The conversations you will have with yourself will be filled with self-pity and usually you respond to the call of victim for a time. Be sure that it is only for a time.
The broken heart heals if you allow it to. When it is permitted to thrash around in agony it works its pain out the way it knows how. Let it. This is the best way. Your emotions will take the hit, but that can be managed. A broken heart hurts. It is a physical ache, a mental torture. A spiritual strengthening. A broken heart does not forget how to love. Ever. It just struggles to adjust to the idea that its sharing is going to have to be with somebody new. It is hard to let go of the old to make space for the new. In fact that is one of this life’s biggest challenges. Falling out of love with someone is not the end of the world. Recognising the truth of the matter, is. A love lost breaks a heart, every time. A broken heart comes with sadness. Sadness is heavy and it decimates your being, but it has to be felt and it has to be worked through. You cannot ignore it. Remember that sadness will stay with you as long as it can. It is up to you to decide when the time is over for its punishment.
The healed heart will carry scars. This is not serious. Each scar, a love. How can that be bad news? Celebrate the loves you have had in your life. You will know which have been loves and which have not. Try not to hate people you once loved. That is not productive. It is your responsibility to remind yourself why you loved them once upon a time. That reason – those reasons – must be enough to prevent you from regretting your choices. If you cannot bring yourself to a place where you can at least appreciate the learning you have received through loving and losing love, you have a lot of work to do. Each love in your life has been sent to you for a reason. You are a reason in someone else’s life. Assess yourself. Your relationships. Are you getting what you need? Are you learning? If you are not, you must ask yourself what you are doing.
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.