I look at divine in the context of ‘like a god’. Not ‘as a god’. I believe that when you divine a need – your need, for example – you are not guessing what is necessary, you are intuiting a solution. When you are divining your outcome – your future, for example – you are guessing. That is not necessary. Your future is not in your hands. Technically, your future you do not need. You may want it, but you do not need it. Your immediate needs are more pressing. I would attend them.
Divine is in aspect, magical. When you consider that the word ‘god’ is what we have chosen to assume is associated with ‘divinity’ you will perhaps understand that the word is in dire need of redefining. As is the word ‘lawlessness’. I have said that before today. Scientists snigger up their sleeves at magic. They have to – if they accepted its actuality it would probably disassociate their focus. That is as well. We all have our ways. Our means to the end. The scientists find the explanations. That is lucky for us.
Divination is a tricky business. You should not get into it unless you are prepared to learn from it your real truth. Like you should not open your mouth unless you know what you are talking about. That is a simple lesson to learn. Like the lesson that dreams are personal. Divination is never inference. Ever. It is wisdom. It is a medium through which myriad spirits speak. If you cannot – or will not – hear the delivery of centuries’ wisdom, that is unfortunate.
I suspect your death, then, was a blessing in disguise.
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.
Until you have been taught a language other than your mother-tongue, you cannot appreciate what it is that you have learned to speak. You cannot be sure how you speak, either. The solution, therefore, is to decide in which other language you would like to become fluent and become familiar with its people. That is the best way to begin anything. Make certain you get a teacher that knows what they are speaking, too, otherwise it’s unlikely that you will ever be able to communicate properly.
There are languages that are more beautiful than others. Some places have ways of saying things that resonate with a person’s soul, their entire being. Silence, too, is a language. It is not simple to speak in silence, but it is beautiful. I was told once that the French have a word – or a phrase – to describe that moment right before orgasm, which I think is particularly special. I should like to know if that is true. If it isn’t, perhaps it should be.
Language serves more purposes than communication. It carries in its essence everything we have all ever been. When we think in that way about ourselves, the world as we know it, it would make sense to value each and every language that has ever been developed. It would make sense to value the people that speak those languages, too.