Perception, a strange yet factual concept. Truth does not necessarily amount to factual content. Again, it’s all about perception. Let’s take serendipity for example. Is certainly is a factual word (the dictionary doesn’t lie), yet some people don’t believe in it. That would then make it untrue, in their minds. If you are a believer of serendipity, your idea of such an occurrence could gravely differ from that of another believer’s. This then brings us back to perception. I’m not one to spoon feed anyone information so use your imagination. Point being, perception is a fact. The truth of any perception is not a fact per se. What it basically boils down to is that the more we contemplate various points of view, be they fact, fiction or even plausible, dwelling too much on such topics can cause madness to ensue. This can then become the most serendipitous revelations of all, hence this writ. Then again, it could have you committed and certified… Again – perception!
P.S. Don’t let the fear of madness stop you from thinking further than what’s presented in books and texts and scribes. I.e. be a little mad!
Fear of the Unknown
As the popular as the saying “there’s nothing to fear but fear itself” may be, can we get a little more specific? We always tend to tend to think it’s the fear of enormous feats that it refers to but as humans, we do like to over dramatize don’t we. If in your heart of hearts you think it means go out and take over a multimillion dolllar company, by all means do so, if it’s within your ability AND if that’s your calling. But we all have different dreams and different fears and personally I think it’s unnecessary to do something you’re afraid of, no matter how dangerous it is, just to prove you can. It’s overcoming the fear of something that’s holding you back from experiencing your life in full colour. Whether it’s the fear of picking up a paintbrush and going savage on a canvas without fearing the outcome. It may not be a masterpiece but it sure as hell is going to give you a spring in your step for actually doing it! If you’re usually the most polite and soft spoken person under the sun yet still get treated like you’re a nothing by some pompous bag of inflated ego, speak up for once. Do it load and proud, okay that may get you into a spot of trouble if it’s in a work situation but that’s what the human rights commission is there for and nothing, I mean NOTHING feels as good as standing up for yourself does! I’m going to skip the cliché’s – go sky diving, etc because, well honestly it’s been encouraged as a fear overcoming tool ad nauseum (not that I wouldn’t mind doing it!) Rather back to the very basic and fundemamental obstacle: The fear of change. Yeah, let that sink in for a while…
It’s an expression as old as time itself, albeit in a different commentary. The contemporary “F@ck YOU” was given by Romeo and Juliet’s Tybalt as: “What? You take out your sword then talk about peace? I hate the word peace like I hate hell, all Motagues, and you”. Some call it savage or due to a lack of vocabulary, and then there’s the others who encourage finding peace within oneself. I imagine that this would then lead to less profane remarks such as “may the light be with you”… Um, sure. May the light be so powerfully with you that it sets you on fire! i.e. F@CK YOU!!!
Therapy and even meditation comes in all forms. My saving grace is the afore mentioned FU. I find complete solace therein, even if only mumbled beneath my breathe at times. Not quite a “suitable” response when dealing with overly sensitive, sometimes really old, but altogether ratty people. Also in various countries around the world you can be imprisoned for such a response – true story! I certainly don’t oppose that it can be (note: CAN BE) a negative response, just keep in mind it’s all about perspective. Let me explain: My mind is always busy and not in the sense of over thinking every single mostly non-deserving situation. Silence used to be my response, it beats having to explain myself and still be in the wrong. Whatever wrong that may be. So it became a nice simmering broil, not the good kind, which led to a full on BLOW THE LID OFF retaliation of mixed emotion, still just in my head. The inevitable literal spillage would then of course appear in the form of tears, not to mention the other longer lasting negatives – “Oh you have a cold in summer?”
Saying “F@ck you” not just to people but to situations that really are better off somewhere other than in my personal space is my way of saying “thank you but no thank you”. Just with more meaning. It’s not confrontational, for the most part, and it certainly doesn’t leave much room for misunderstanding. Whether it was heard by its recipient or not, the simple utterance of the “infamous” words leaves it so in my mind; “Right, now the thorn in my foot has f@cked off. I can walk without a limp”! Manners are great they really are and pointing your finger at people? Well that’s just opening another can of worms so until a better form of standing up for myself makes more sense, I will brace the day with my chin up & my (middle) finger even higher up. And of course a big, BIG smile! With respect…
“You don’t have to look for the signs, you just have to pay attention to them”, I’m certain somebody said at one point or another. The question is, what are the signs, and what exactly are they trying to communicate. I’m not talking about getting to a new destination on any physical map or looking out for physical symptoms of illness or recovery. Rather, being a committed believer to the law of the Universe, frequency and vibration, it’s more of an intuitive sense of understanding I refer to.
There are so called angel numbers, not being able to a get tune out of your head then turning on the radio only to have that tune playing and many more, I’m sure. It’s not the actual “signs” I’m trying to get to the bottom of but how deep do we really need to dig. Whether it’s to find truth or a better understanding of whatever it is that’s making us chew out the inner walls our mouths, crash into doors, have little geckos land on our hands… So the more intuition is paid attention to, the more in tune we become to frequency, “this is so awesome I’m never going to speak to humans again”, and then BOOM! No more signs. No more understanding. Leaving only a sometimes very lonely and unattainable space that’s been created, with the begging question “what now, huh? WHAT NOW UNIVERSE!!!”.
It matters not, I think, so much about the finding the one ultimate meaning. Let’s face it with more understanding or even just with more answers, more questions are sure to follow. I’m pretty sure that the never ending curiosity is “The Sign”, the sign of being on the right path. As gloomy as this may seem, it’s the ever looming sonofsignses that show up again to remind you, “keep doing what you’re doing”, assuming that it’s what you’re meant to be doing. Even if only to find more questionable answers.. It is after all, a matter of following your instincts and trusting the Universe because if there are no more questions, what would there be to search for…
With the everyday sensory overload we get from the media, we’ve become somewhat desensitised to struggles. Be it on a global scale or closer to home, the only struggles that receive our much needed attention are those that affect us directly. And also briefly for the most past. There are struggles that we deal with individually, that inspire us to do more than just posting, rt-ing, etc-ing about. Such as the hot off the press book by Author (and fanbloodytastic artist) Richard “Rex” Strife called Denial (@OfficialRichardStrife).
What about (and this is where you know it’s about to get supremely up in your face sarcastic) the everyday seemingly insignificant struggles? I’ll keep it as brief as possible and to the point:
As a human owned by a cat I can say, without a doubt, the struggle whether to remain seated and become a relic worthy of The Queen of the Damned, is REAL! Kitty’s sleeping happily, 5 hours later; kitty’s still sleeping happily “OMGOOOOD”!
When you’re in the gym, as a QUALIFIED trainer, trying to pass some useful tips to a newbie and a geriatric gym (still heinously overweight despite daily “training” sessions steps into the sacred space and starts spewing out all the useless lingo “when your lateralis medialis humerus femur…”. WTF!!! OH YEAH NOW I SEE WHERE YOU’VE GONE WRONG, you think but may not say. The struggle is REAL!
And a final petty yet darkly comical characteristic, not suited for all folks; Ever tried to suppress a laugh at the most innapropriate moments? The struggle – OH THE STRUGGGGLE!
The biggest struggle all of us encounter is the struggle to be REAL. I don’t mean real as I perceive or like but real to the core. As much as the struggle not to cry or pout (not provocatively) is to the beauty queen, when her plastered on nails chip or an eyelash is out of place. So is the struggle for me not to viciously remark on where I believe those accessories will find a good home (anyone remember THE BUTTHOLE SURFERS?). Same can be said for someone who is always nice when deep down they’re thinking of 20 thousand ways to crucify you. That struggle is REAL! And let’s face it, some of our “real” intentions could probably have us incarcerated, making it even more of a struggle to be REAL!
So next time you encounter a situation that rings true with “if it looks like a duck and it quacks like a duck – IT IS A MOTHERFLUFFING DUCK!” , keep it real, just move on, mumble (say it for me.. YFC!), and remember somewhere in the world right now, there are cool cats tripping on acid trying to put IKEA furniture together!