LUNACY

LUNACY

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

Fear of the Unknown

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…

The power of random

The power of random

RANDOM THOUGHTS – THE UNDERSTATED JEWEL OF CREATIVITY.
If you’ve woken up from a dream that made absolutely no sense, not even starring anyone you’ve ever seen in person or crazy looking creatures. You’ve probably wondered, “Holy fudge brain, what were you thinking?” And then there are the daily random, seemingly irrelevant thoughts that pop up in our minds, only to discarded because WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT! Perhaps this is because of conventional conditioning, as in stick to the rational; if it makes no sense then it must be non-sense! Bull twang! What if those random pop ups are our creative and intuitive ideas trying to get our attention. We might not know what the message is yet or what to do with them. But if you push them to one side, you’ll never know. All works of art, be it music, writing, hell anything creative, are born out of randomness. So next time a fleeting random thought flashes through your mind, give it a little more attention. You never know where it could take you and if anybody dares to call you batshit crazy for having them, well the jokes on them… can’t imagine a life with no creative thoughts no matter how irrelevant or seemingly insignificant they may be. Embrace the random – if not for the pioneers of the afore mentioned, we would be “admiring” blank pieces of art, bland food an oh so dull and underwhelming books. So go on, dance with the random, there’s much fun to be had…

Is the pen mightier…

Is the pen mightier…

Have a gripe with someone? Grab some ink & a piece of paper, unleash the words of fury. Or even better, DROP A CAPS LOCK on their ass! The magnitude of the media platform today makes it not only possible but probable that at some point, you’ll face some form of written attack. Whether you’ve deserved it or not. I’m not entirely sure of where, nor am I particularly interested in the pedantic of the saying. “The pen is mightier than the sword” is a staple we’re all accustomed to undoubtedly. My question is not so much whether it truly is mightier. The longevity is certainly notable; one does after all heal from a wound… lest it be death. The more thought provoking idea is whether it’s just a case of the pen being more legal than the sword. But as with most “ponderings”, it’s never a clear cut black or white. Remember “The Satanic Verses” by Salman Rushdie? Well his pen was clearly a very, VERY powerful weapon! So powerful in fact that he had a price on his head. And in all honesty the idea of just bitch slapping that nasty old bitter nurse who drips venom from her bile infested tongue is a whole lot more appealing than giving her a bad review on the hospital’s exit questionnaire. Which brings me back to the conundrum: Is the pen just a bit more legal than the sword?
On a global scale, clearly the physical weapons come up trumps. Nobody ever gave up their country after receiving a scathing letter from another country telling them what a pitiful, uneducated and barren piece of useless land they were (!!!). Can you picture the threatening government all gathered round to see how the letter was received? “Did they read it? What did they say? Are they afraid?” No sir, actually the president of the country thought it was some prank and now the entire government is sitting around having a laugh, before one of them get’s beheaded for allowing such a breach of security. Also they’re offended that you think their country is pitiful!
And that’s how the war continues…

STOP SMILING DAMMIT

STOP SMILING DAMMIT

STOP SMILING AT ME!!! A command thrown at me on many occasions, certainly not with good intent. So why does a presumably friendly facial expression evoke such a dramatic response? ?Various sites would have me believe that smiling when cornered in a negative space make me (WTF!) passive aggressive. UPPER case is more passive aggressive thank you very much! After some “pondering within” it (no surprises here) would seem that me smiling in the face of adversity is the equivalent of having a resting bitch face. It’s just what I do. And people in so called authority do not appreciate it. What happens when you throw gasoline on a fire or in this case get angrier when your nemesis is smiling? The smile becomes a barely hold-back-able “uhuh”. And then the inevitable laughter – oh the laughter!
Not exactly ideal for situations that require one to be little more professional and crying is simply not an option. I imagine the required response would be to quiver and look pathetically fearful of the wrath that has been unleashed by the tyrant. The inability to be commanded into retreat, be it in an argument on professional or personal terms, seems an impossible feat because in all honesty, it’s pretty much the same as negotiating with terrorists. It’s your own sanity and integrity that are being held hostage. So returning to the question of why some characters are so offended by “that” smile… Well it’s not the quite the expected response. As “normal” humans, people are so conditioned to expect certain responses be it negative or positive that when they don’t get the predicted reaction, they simply don’t know how to handle the situation which then leads to ultimate STOP SMILING AT ME.
And so the dance battle begins again… But with a shake of the head added this time!

PROFANELY Peaceful

PROFANELY Peaceful

PROFANELY PEACEFUL

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…

Digging Deeper

Digging Deeper

“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…