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…
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…
“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…
Raising your vibrations might seem to some as being a paranormal myth. Don’t fool yourself, if anything, it’s PARAMOUNT to understanding how we interact with other energies, be it nature or human (arguably also part of nature!). I’m no scientist and no brainiac but if there’s one thing I remember from school science, it’s how energy works (Tesla Ball anyone?). Quite simply put, entry point – exit point. So what is the point I’m trying to make exactly? First, become aware of the vibrations around you, then try to feel whether you’re absorbing or emitting your own frequency.
There are countless books and guides to teach tricks to meditation in order to become aware of your own frequency. They are useful, I suppose, however they bore me endlessly. “Occam’s razor”, is how I like to go about things; meaning the simplest solution/answer is usually the way to go. But how to do this? Two words – Goose Bumps. We’ve all had them and its part of the tactile sensory category. Now take that feeling you get and imagine your brain getting goose bumps. Music is the most universally relatable example of shared energy. When a fully charged tune is playing (1000hp by Godsmack being the perfect example), you immediately feel excited. It radiates energy and that energy is contagious so that’s what happens at a concert. Everybody is charged with that energy because it IS CONTAGIOUS!
So step outside, feel the energy around you, raise your vibrations and imprint your energy into the universe instead of just “going with the flow”. It can be a frighteningly alarming experience because if you’ve never consciously done it, you may not understand what what’s happening. I’m no Guru, I’ve just changed my concept of fear to exhilaration. The reason for this specific little ditty tonight? The world is becoming charged again, I can feel it in the air and like I said in the beginning; Entrance point – exit point… This being mine. Seed is planted, happiness!
p.s. don’t get too carried away by trying to jump off the cupboard to see if you can fly!
How fortunate I was to be invited to spend so some in Canada – middle August 2012 (great weather). I was fortunate enough to go, twice, once in late summer, then the beginning on autumn. The place is beautiful, breathtakingly so. What I remember the most though, was the transit stopovers, connecting the flights (7 – 12 hours folks)!
On the first trip I stopped at Heathrow in London – I couldn’t leave the airport as I didn’t have a transit visa, so Heathrow was my dwelling for about 10 hours (not too much excitement happened then as I was too stoked about getting to Calgary. Boarding Air Canada was quite daunting as I can speak 2 languages fluently and five other, so-so. French is not one of them! Viva la what the fuck did you just say???
2 Days later and looking fresh, (delusion has it’s perks!), I stepped into the airport at Calgary and was completely intoxicated with the beauty, clean air and I suppose it also helped that there weren’t too many humans around!
The day after arriving in Calgary, we left for Banff which is mostly a holiday destination and its beauty reminded me of a town from a fairy tale. Surrounded by the Canadian Rockies’, the most breathtaking lakes and plenty of legend within reach!
The most unusual things I saw and experienced though were the road and trail signs warning that there are bears in the area… “What, like real live bears???” Well the only thing I got to see resembling a bear as a huge black and very passive dog!
Going up by cable car to the top of the Canadian Rockies’ – hot as hell below, get up there and there’s snow on the mountain – I kid you not! You can also see the majestic turquoise rivers from there and it’s absolutely breathtaking.
There really is so much to share about my experience there but like I said what I’ll never forget, are my transit waits, 2 in particular: (I also got pulled out of line at Calgary airport for a search, perhaps my dress was too long and could conceal possible weapons like a missile or something you know!)
Upon returning to South Africa the 1st transit, my 12 hour stop over was at Heathrow. So wearing the same dress as mentioned above (will post pic), I was strolling around the airport. Listening to my music with earphones. After such a looooong wait, the device’s batteries gave in but I kept my earphones in none the less. It was then that I was passed by an employee of the airport looking at my chest & saying “nice tits!” HUH??? Of course he didn’t know that I could hear him and all I could do was giggle because seriously, they (my boobs/cleavage) but bee stings – “Dude you have issues man!”
One stop over as in Frankfurt Germany, they have polizei in the airport – all over – with their German Sheppard police dogs! I’m sure if someone had to tell me in German “I love you – Ich li bedieg” or whatever they say I would think my life is being threatened!
Till the next adventure report…
“What do you really want to do”, he asked and I thought pensively… I want to go to the desert, thinking of Sting’s Desert Rose. Seeing images of camels and the wind blowing through my hair in the romantic arid landscape. Six months down the line I was about to find out that just because a city is in the desert, it doesn’t hold any of the imagery Khalil Gibran’s books speak of so fondly!
Earlier that year…
With all my hours of practical completed, I now only had to conquer my practical and theory exams, and then I’ll have the title of “Fitness Instructor”! I thought the practical exam would be much more passable than theory as the latter was precise, and the former was open to interpretation… When I was faced with an examiner who was clearly a remnant of post Richard Simmons, I realised my perception was drastically misinformed as it was much easier to remember what I had learnt on paper, than to perform a cutting edge fitness routine for the “queen” of aerobics!
In the midst of studying, getting all my practical done, doing my compulsory first aid course, and going cold turkey off prescription meds, my mother arrived home from work in Joburg in a complete and utter state of rage and terror. “The son’s of bitches threw a rock through my windscreen – at 120kms/hr!” Shit! I was glad she was okay but this is South Africa and such atrocities are bound to happen at some point. A few weeks later I was given the news that my old flame and obsession for the past 13 years had been shot and killed outside his shop! How the fuck did that happen!!! Well we live in South Africa, his shop had been held up before – 3 times to be precise – he carries a firearm with him – he probably had a shit load of bad karma – and we LIVE IN SOUTH AFRICA – bad shit is bound to happen!
So that was the deciding factor then. “Go abroad my child”, while you still have the chance. So I applied for a position as a fitness instructor, in Abu Dhabi, which is in the desert, so technically I’d be living my dream… Time to get a tan!