Bleeding is all very well. It has been practiced for centuries. It has traditionally been seen as a kind of purging, a ridding the body of contamination. Contamination is a big word. It should not be thrown around without respect for the fact that without the de-contaminant the contamination will spread like wildfire. That is the way with disease. In an equation that looks the way that does, I would suggest that the best place to find yourself is inside the de-contaminant. A contamination is a negative. A de-contamination is a positive – and positives give you wings. Negatives tend to get you nowhere.
Bleeding is not the only way to find out that you – and others – are alive. There are quite a few alternatives. Now and again I choose search and salvage over destroy and discard. It yields the most remarkable truths – perhaps truths that are truer than those extracted using force or manipulation. This exercise in restraint takes extraordinary self-control. If you should be in any doubt about that you are wrong. Should you try your true self on or take your reality to task, you will then understand the reason(s) for your being and the need for total exposure when it comes to yourself and the speaking of your truth.
Truth – in part – is our life-blood. Denial of the truth is like a clotted artery. A cluttered socket. Before truth can bleed out – which at this pace will take a million tomorrows – the clots need removing and a wound needs opening. Once the clots have been removed and the truth has bled out, the coagulant will step in and seal the wound. I was once told that open wounds tell love stories to the sky. I believed it, not because I am naïve or gullible – but because it is true. It always was.
Numbers have their uses, as do people. Not all numbers, mind you. There are those that are best left to add themselves up and cancel themselves out of the equation. There is power in numbers. Some. It depends upon which numbers come before others, which numbers remain invisible. There are always those numbers which will remain invisible and that is for a reason. Superstition, for example, is one reason. Greed is another. Greed is particularly effective at hiding its truths.
When there is serious work that needs doing – as is generally the case in an everyday on planet earth – the most practical way to get that work done is to use numbers. There is capacity in numbers – the higher the number, the greater its capacity. Many hands make light work. We have all heard that at one time or another and some of us took heed when we did. That recall will not go to waste. No cliché ever does.
You are either a numbers person or you are not. That is for you to establish very early on in your life career. You can become a numbers person when you know some simple mental arithmetic, i.e. one plus one equals three. Until you can make that add up, you will find that the more tenacious aspects of life will proceed to challenge your understanding of who and what you are. Like the Bermuda Triangle challenges the rational in mankind. Everything has its time and its place to be – or not to be – whether or not it is tangible, visible to the naked eye. Just because you believe that you cannot see something, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there. It is. You just have to know how to open your eyes. Unfortunately mental arithmetic cannot help you with sightlessness.
We have all used them. We have all needed them, it would seem, to survive. This world is made that way. People have been lying to save their skins since time immemorial. I suppose if you lie to save your life you can always hope that it was worth it. Your life, that is.
It is said that people lie out loud, on average, four times every twenty-four hours. I doubt whether that includes the myriad lies people tell themselves all day long – those need counting as well. It would appear that a lot of people feel far safer behind a wall of lies than they do out in the wide open, where reality is happening. That is a pity. A wall of lies is hardly a stronghold. It can be knocked down with one – or two – simple truths. The truth, as simple as it is, is where the ultimate power lies. Everybody knows that.
Lies destroy. They build, yes – bullshit castles in the sky – but their real purpose is to destroy. That is unfortunate when you consider what lies are actually destroying. It is no good thing when the voice of reason we have been conditioned to hear does not speak to us honestly. Reason in itself has always been problem enough, but at least when it was decided that reason was going to ‘lead’ the way, the age-old deciders should have ensured that reason was truth. Unfortunately, lying for a living bent reason sideways and it has never straightened itself out.