The secret

You thought life was hard?
Think again. It’s as easy as you want it to be. It’s exactly what you want it to be. And that’s the problem people have with it. An unawareness of what they really want. They think in negatives. Even when positive, they think along the lines of here’s what I don’t want, as opposed to here’s what I want.
What many don’t know, is the secret I’m going to share with you now.
The universe doesn’t hear negative. Can’t, don’t, won’t are non-existent in it’s dictionary. When you say, “I don’t want to smoke,” the universe is unable to hear the word ‘don’t’. All it hears is “I want to smoke.” Same for “I (don’t) want to hurt anymore” or “I (don’t) want to put on weight”. “I (don’t) like my job”. As the universe is hearing all these positives coming from you, it does what it does naturally. Give you all the things that you want. The stuff that you’ve been inadvertently attracting into your life by repeating over and over again. As a result, you continue to smoke, you continue to hurt, you continue to put on weight and you continue in the same job. That’s the universal law of attraction. You attract into your life what is in your head.
Try instead this exercise. Make a conscious effort at least one a day to focus on what you do want. Have the same objectives, but phrase them differently. “I want to quit smoking.” “I want to find love.” “I want to embrace a new career.” “I want to be a size 8”.
From once a day, graduate to thinking like that twice a day, then thrice. Before you know it, you’ll have wiped all the negatives out of your life (on more levels than one). Then sit back and reap the rewards of positivity.

Castles in the sky

I’ve been building castles in the sky ever since I can remember. I put on my rose-tinted glasses and visualize the shapes and forms I want my castles to make. One day it could be a little pixie-eared shaped hut in the middle of a big forest full of animals and birds. The second day the castle morphs into the little house on the prairie. On the third, it’s a branch on a tree that sways with the wind. On the fourth? Who knows? My castle is mine to build the way I want to. I can keep it the way it is, or change it on a daily basis. It exists in reality because it exists in my mind. I created. Therefore it is.
It’s the same deal with life. You create your own. You decide on a destiny. And then you give yourself the gift of free will to change it however you wish to for that moment in time. And if you’re unhappy, it’s never too late to change it to something else. Over and over again, until you either find the castle and life of your dreams, or come to a realization that the adventure lies in change and new discoveries.
That’s the beauty of it. There are no rules. It’s your mind, your body, your soul. Your kingdom to rule as you please.
It’s pretty much the way Led Zep summed it up. “Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, there’s still time to change the road you’re on.” Except that it isn’t just two paths. It’s two paths multiplied by a kazillion billion trillion, infinition.
Life offers you so many options. The path you pick is entirely your choice, and your choice alone. Feel free to change lanes whenever you want to. Life might be a journey, but not all roads are Sheikh Zayed Road.

A true teacher

So here's the thing about Michael. He's the only person that ever lived that succeeded in fulfilling the true mission of man. He erased the borders, there were no boundaries, he killed stereotypes and lived out of the box. He was everything and nothing. He was masculine, feminine, adult, child, black, white, gay, straight, real and make-believe all at once. 

Michael was all of it. In his own way, peculiar as it might have been to some, he did what all of us should be striving for. I may spend every day of my life talking about how people should erase the lines between race, religion, gender and nationality. I may even contribute to it in my own way. But Michael actually went ahead and embodied it. He killed stereotypes. He was an adult as a child and a child as an adult. He was born black, until nature turned him white. He grew into the body of a man with the soul of a child. He was physically masculine, but spiritually feminine. He was a child, he fathered children, he loved children. He healed in ways he could, the thrilled in ways he could. He was everything and nothing at the same time. He was and always will remain a superior soul. An evolved soul who was here on a mission. A mission of peace and acceptance. He laboured his way through his 50 years to lead by example. He was here to teach us that souls are souls. We aren't men, women, black or white. We are. He was. He proved. And he will remain.

Rest well Michael

I opened my ees to tears this morning. Blurry-eyed I checked online, hoping it was some sort of twisted joke. Except that it wasn't. Michael Jackson's gone. For now. He did all he came here to do, set himself an incredibly hard life to live, sacrificed his heart to create the sweetest music ever. The man lived, loved and entertained. He changed the world, the changed music, he changed lives. He didn't just walk down the path of fame, he was the path of fame. He was a little boy with the voice of an angel. He grew up to be a man, with the pure heart of a child, and still the voice of an angel. People may say what they want to about him, but Michael Jackson wasn't just the greatest musician here. The man was music. He embodied everything beautiful. So beautiful that the world didn't know what to make of it, and resorted to the only reaction they could muster. They ridiculed his beauty. They laughed at his angelic voice. They didn't understand this child-man. Maybe that's the lesson he set himself to learn from this life. 

Be at peace now Michael. Get your rest. You did well love. You did very well. See you another time.

Our higher selves

For the first time in a very long time, I was in a group of people, people I didn't know, and I wasn't the odd one out. I fit. I was surrounded by others who belive in the power of the universe, the magnificance of the soul, the eternity of the higher self, the beauty of the mind. It felt right. It felt good. It made me feel good. And that feeling good attracted so much more good into the rest of my day. I'm walking around on cloud 9, confident of my future, accepting of my past, with a zest for knowledge, craving to learn more about what I know in my soul. I'm taking the first steps towards an age-old journey that although so new is still so familiar. I'm answering so many of my own questions. I'm learning that only I have my answers. And everything depends on how I phrase the questions. And that's true for all of us. Every one of us already knows it all, somewhere, high above where we are now, in a another dimension, in another realm, we know our truths. We need the courage to be able to face ourselves. We need the courage to look into our core and ask ourselves the questions we've been burrying away. For no one else could ever answer them for us. We need the bravado to realise that instead of following organised cults and man-made belief systems, all we really need to follow is ourselves. We're our ultimate masters, we're our own saviours, we're our own guides. It's all here within us, around us, encircling us. If we could only open our eyes to relisation, we could work our own miracles. Miracles of sight, sound, emotion, touch, love, healing, magic. All we need to do is believe in our own power. We need to believe we wrote our own script and created every single player in that script. Every soul around us right now is a manifestation of what we wanted for us in this moment of space and time. We need them all for they're here to help us learn our lessons. With every life, with every breath, there's something to be learned. And who are we to deny ourselves what we alone decided once so very long ago?

Regression

So here we are again. Another full moon. Another beautiful night. One more night for the cats to meow incessantly, and Sneaky to run around like a little lunatic.
Strange then that human beings block it out of their system. Is it because we’ve gotten so advanced that we’ve forgotten to listen to our instinct? The most basic, primal feeling that all of us have, our little inner voice that tells us everything we need to know, our biggest and bestest teacher. And yet we’ve blocked out the sound of her voice.
Snickers doesn't need to be taught to follow instinct. He just does what comes naturally, without any remorse or guilt or social obligations. As does every single animal ever since and forever more. And they’re considered inferior to us, a race that’s so superior that we forgot how to be human and think relying on technology for everything makes us more intelligent.
Not so long ago, little snickers, sap, you, me, we were all on similar spiritual zones. Then we as humans built us a pair of smart technology wings and thought we could fly high above all the other species. In spending all those minutes and hours and years and millennia developing technology, we forgot how to develop our mind.
The ancient Egyptians, the Aztecs, the Mongols, the Greek, they knew a lot more than this generation does. They built some of what we still call architectural wonders. And what’s really ironic here is that they were once us. And we were them. Many moons ago. We did all that stuff that we now marvel at. But somewhere down the line, we developed the term society. And society developed norms and rules and inhibitions and fear and punishment and ego and pride. And we forgot all that cool stuff we once took for granted.
Today, we use an average of only 10% of our mind. 10%??? We call ourselves superior based on a 10% figure? And when you consider that the bulk of that 10% is probably spent on the here and now, the daily grind, the routine issues, what minute figure is left for us to connect with our souls? Can you even imagine the potential of 13%? Or 50?
We need to go back to our roots. Or at least help our roots reconnect to the earth and draw it’s energies into our souls. I think we’ve starved our souls long enough. Time for some spiritual nourishment.

Welcome back Muby

Can’t believe an entire week has passed since I last wrote. What kept me away for so long? I know I procrastinated and made excuses. But obviously that was a cover-up for something much more. Something which I didn’t have the courage to say earlier, but I should now. I should because unless I let it go from my system, it will remain within and fester.
So here’s my confession. I got so caught up in the here and now, so involved on the outside, that I neglected the inside. I wasn’t listening to that little voice going “oh oh! Don’t go there”.
I allowed myself to be surrounded by negativity and cribbing. I allowed the words to hit my ears and sink into me. I’d end up carrying other people’s negativity on my shoulders, until it became a dark cloud over my head. I stopped focusing on love first thing every morning and last thing every night. I stopped sending my angels to those in need. I stopped feeling from within, and I ended up without.
Until last night, when I decided to be selfish. I made a conscious decision to step away from the whining and complaining and cribbing and crying. I sat at home and entered my own head. I closed my eyes and felt roots connect my body to the sand beneath me. I heard little Snickers playing with his chewie by my side. It was a sound that gave me immense comfort. I allowed the summer breeze to carress my face, the smell of the trees with their sleeping flowers to gleefully invade my senses. I pictured me hunch-backed, dragging the weight of others over my shoulder like a sack full of dead rocks. I saw how miserable I looked doing that. I felt how unhappy I was because every nerve in my being was focusing on the unpleasant duty of carrying those rocks. I stood up, put the bag down, said a silent goodbye and walked away. As I walked away I grew taller and lighter. My face started glowing. I could feel all the thoughts emanating from my middle. I felt love. I felt courage. I felt peace. I felt calm. I felt life. Eternal and majestic in all it’s raw beauty. Giving thanks for such a miracle didn’t seem enough. I looked up at my universe and laughed. I laughed and laughed until I laughed that bag of rocks away. And as I laughed, the trees grew around me, the butterflies came back, the bird chirped, Sneaks ran around in crazy little circles. All felt right. I was connected. I was grounded. I flew up high, while my roots swirled and twirled to their own beats on the earth.
In that moment another Muby turned up. She was me, but she wasn’t me. She’s been around so much longer, her soul so much older. She reminded me never to allow people to force their cloak of negativity over my shoulders. She told me not to underestimate my energy. Not to tarnish my aura, not to fall into the trap of nothingness. She reminded me that a smile begets another smile, joy, attracts joy, goodness makes the way for even more goodness, and all people come with their own karma. She spoke the infinitely wise words of Wayne Dyer, “How people treat you is their karma. How you react is yours.”
And I have to admit I had all too easily fallen into the rut of following their doctrine of unhappiness. I barely spoke to my universe all week. My mood ring stopped showing spiritual growth. I was stunted, and I allowed it to happen.
But the girl from last night took it all away. She helped me reconnect to me. She realigned my path with the universe. She gave me my powers back. Just like others pulled out a little vial of negative energy and splashed it around my aura, she took out a vial of positivity and doused me in it from head to toe. It felt like an awakening. I’m overjoyed to have found my heart again. I feel like me, I feel lighter, I feel stronger, I feel calmer, I feel happier. I am alive. I am at peace. With each breath, I radiate that peace, with each word, I spread the love. That’s my way of being.
As I said last week, each of us needs to be. In their own unique way. This is mine.

Don't forget your smile

Have you ever had one of those days where you woke up happy, and as the day progressed you kept adding to the weight on your shoulders? To the point that come 6pm, you felt pooped out, physically and emotionally stressed to the point of collapse.
And you know why don’t you? Because misery loves company. Your boyfriend cribs about his work. It bothers you enough to make you crib to your best mate. She cribs to her friends, they crib to their spouses, who crib to their family, who happen to know you and crib to you. And the chain goes on and on.
What if we replaced all that cribbing with some positive energy? What if your boyfriend said something that made you so happy, you went on to spread the love? And that love, just like the earlier misery, kept spreading, growing, expanding, until it came back to you from a source you least expected.
Compare the two scenarios. Which one would you rather have in your life? Endless joy, or endless sorrow. The choice is yours. Nip unhappiness in the bud, or let it sprout wings and spread its misery. Or plant a seed of joy and watch it grow to a big tree with branches to envelope you and leaves to protect you.
See how easy the choice is when put that way? That’s how easy every single choice between joy and sorrow, love and hurt, pain and pleasure is. It’s always easy. It’s always been easy. That’s how it’s made to be. It’s supposed to be that easy. Yet we find ways to complicate even the simplest things. It’s time for a change guys. It’s time to throw away the blanket society forced you to wear, time to burn those blinkers, throw out the boxes you’ve been storing filled with years of stereotypes. It’s time to have some fun. It’s time we realized how ridiculously easy every moment of life is, if we only just allow it to be, without over-analysing and complicating matters.
Live, let live. A smile’s the strongest magnet the universe created. People might not remember your name, and that’s fine. It’s just a name. It’s material. They’ll create their own names for you. What they’ll not be able to forget is that one smile in a roomful of straight faces. Everyone’s drawn to a smile. That’s how we’re built. That’s the magnetic charm of life. A smile is the strongest foundation of the rising tower of your life.

To be or not to be? There's no option

Mike told me this. He said life’s the ultimate adventure because thoughts become things, dreams come true and all things remain forever possible.
The man makes me think. Always. All that thinking led to a very strong realization. You, me, him, her… we’re all here for a reason. And while each of our individual reasons may vary, the umbrella under which our reasons reside remains the same. We’re all here to be.
To be who or what we want to be. As long as we don’t give up on being, we’ll be fine.
It’s the key to life. To learn to be. To be happy, To be thankful, To be love and be loved. To be at peace. To be rich, famous, successful. To be the person we want to be. Whatever the goal, wherever the journey leads, whatever your chosen outcome, it all begins with being.
Start living your life now. Live it like you own it. You are the reason for life’s being. Without you, there would be no ‘your life’. So let it be, don’t worry about the hows and whats and why. Focus on the dream, live the dream, desire it, own it, give thanks for it. Then watch the universe conspire in your favour to bring that dream to realisation. Reverse the order of the conscious mind. The conscious mind will give you a long and winding road to travel. Thought, followed by desire, wishfulness, prayer, test of patience, depression, struggle, endurance, hardship, then manifestation and gratitude.
Bollocks. Your mind has just gotten the better of you. It was tainted by the voice of plastic and made you walk down the manmade path of reclaimed land and factory-made rocks. But if you look carefully, there’s a little pathway with an invisible exit sign. It’s your escape route. Out that door lies another school of thought. It’s a school whose teacher is a spiritual being, it’s laws are universal and try as you may, it’s hard to prove them wrong. This school teaches you a brand new approach to being. It begins with a thought, followed by desire, demand, gratitude, manifestation. The secret law states that you need to live as though you own, before you can actually own. If you think you own, how can you not own at some point because you’re already living and giving thanks for owning it. If you believe you do, how could you not?

Another world

Imagine a room, a dark room, where the only light comes from the tip of a burning incense stick. Imagine that room soaked in the aroma of the incense. It’s a room filled with peace and light. There’s a strong feeling of love passed on from one body to another. It’s a room where the souls are hovering above their bodies, playing, dancing and teasing with their angels, with each other’s angels, seeing angels as far as the eye can see. The bodies that house those souls lie motionless on the padded floor. Some cry, others sleep, a few smile. No one moves, saves the souls who continue their dance with the angels. Outside the full moon shines pure and bright.
I lie there watching myself lie there. Soon I leave me behind and I’m off on a magical journey to a land far away, so far that time and space cease to exist, making it the nearest possible place I could be in at that moment. I’m on my own. I float, I fly, I cleanse, I heal. Yet I feel the others there. I feel connected by an invisible bond that my subconscious has acknowledged. I am asked to let go. I try. I really do. It’s not happening. And then in massive gobs and spurts, it comes gushing out of me. I watch myself letting go as though it’s a physical process. I sense that somewhere in another place, others are doing the same. I feel far away yet connected to the now. I feel the room get lighter. I see the hurt flying away. I feel a burst of light going through my body. I see that light, I allow it to go through me, through every single part of me. I welcome it for it takes away the weight. The smiling faces around me start glowing. Their wings encircle me in a ring of protection. They lift me up until I’m flying with them. I feel tiny, I feel big, I’m a giant, I’m a little girl, I’m a woman, I’m a child… This me keeps morphing, going to different versions of me that were holding on to different elements. Each version of me had something to let go. I never allowed those me’s that privilege before. Now I wonder why I ever denied it.
I open my eyes and the peace and calm of the room reassures me. It’s the perfect landing after my journey though space. A journey on which I lost a lot of my baggage and returned feeling lighter than before. A little tree of confidence was planted in my spine. It’s still young, but grow it will. And its fruits will be among the sweetest. I know this. I saw this. I believe this.

Destiny, Dreams & Drama

Do you believe that some things in life are not meant to be? I did, then I didn’t, then I did, then I didn’t again, and now I just don’t know any more.
I used to think I could control destiny. That we were allies. But she let me down so often she almost turned into the opposition. And every time we’d wave the white flag, the next battle would crop up and again she’d outdo me. Sometimes I’d win, but mostly she would. Today, she’s just confused me. I don’t know whether she’s on my side any longer or not. On the one hand, she introduced me to The Universe and we became fast friends. He’s my shoulder to lean on any time of any day. On the other hand, she often fought unfairly, taking away the very presents she once bestowed on me so lavishly. Now she gives me occassional glimpses of those presents, teasing, taunting almost, of what once was, what could have been, what never might again. And her games have just confused me to the point that I don’t even know if she’s doing this to hurt me, or to make me stronger. I think it’s the latter, but every now and then, this tiny nagging little doubt crops up in my head. What if I’m being played? What if this? What if that? Too many what ifs and not enough answers. And then my friend The Universe steps in and reassures me that this is what I wanted all along, long before I even stepped foot in this body. He reassures me for a while, until confusion tries rearing its head. And therefore this entry.
It’s this meeting with tonight’s full moon that I’ve been planning for a few weeks now. Been really excited about it, to the point of attracting 6 other people to this union, and now destiny might just change her mind about it. I’m not cribbing. Maybe the moment isn’t right. It’s a night of letting go, and maybe I’m not ready to let go yet. Maybe I’m not ready to let my past go, and that’s the only letting go I have to do. I know it will happen when I’m ready. I think I’m ready. I’d like to be ready. But what if I’m not? What if none of us are ever ready for the very thing our conscious mind is holding on to for dear life? The thing that we believe our heart and soul is addicted to. Our lifeline of sorts. Can one every be ready to throw away the lifeline and take a chance on life instead? That’s my million-star question. Do I have the courage? Should I have the courage? Is this one of those action moments, or one where I should drift with the tide? But wouldn’t that make me deadwood?
Does everyone have this many questions? It reminds me of a note The Universe wrote me last month. He said:

Muby, in life there will always be challenges that have manifested, and dreams that haven't. But they'll always pale in comparison to the number of dreams that have manifested, and challenges that haven't.Just look around you.
You are my dream come true,
The Universe

And there I go, getting my wings back, knowing nothing can let me down or disappoint me, except my inability to understand that I already have it all, all the answers are within me, and I can manipulate the outcome to whatever I want it to be. It’s that mind-numbingly simple. It honestly is. So simple that most of us don’t believe it can be true if it’s that easy. But it is easy, and we are powerful and we can do just about anything we want, have whatever we’d like, be whoever we want to be. The key lies in first visualizing it, then accepting it, acting upon it, and finally forgetting the hows and whys of how this massive miracle came to be. Fact is, it did come to be. And all because you created the notion to manifest it into reality. Mike’s not lying when says thoughts become things. Listen to the man. He knows what he’s talking about. But more than him, listen to you. Listen to your head and your heart. They won’t lie to you. Obey your gut instinct. It comes from your middle. From your very core. And your core is the real you. You won’t lie to you now, will you?

Conquering sadness

Sadness exists. Even the brightest of us are prone to bouts of tears, moments when we let the floodgates open and release all our pent-up toxins and worry. And that in itself is a healing process. Or so I’m told. Yet, if I were to say it the way it is, being sad only makes me sadder. Crying only makes it worse and the first bout of depression only leads to deeper stages of depression. That said, we are human. We will be sad. We will cry, scream and wail.

So how do we rise above it, without letting go of our basic instinct to hurt, or to feel? How can we not let that one voice, that single memory or that one name get the better of us? How to reach that point where you’re floating above the hurt and pain? Where you see it but don’t feel it? You acknowledge its presence, but not let it overpower you?

The only way I know is what my wise friend N told me: To forgive. Forgive yourself, forgive the other person, forgive the moment, forgive the universe. He made me understand that the person who’s hurt us most is just a face for that hurt. The same depth of pain could have been caused by any other face, yet the universe chose to make it this face. Why? Just because. Doesn’t matter why. What matters is we realise that no other person is responsible for our happiness or unhappiness. They’re just the face of it. Therefore, we need to forgive ourselves and we need to forgive the universe for the moment our paths crossed, for the moment emotions were formed, for the moment we allowed ourselves to fall. 

With so much forgiving and accepting to do, one would think we wouldn’t even have time left over to feel the hurt or pain any more. But instead of focusing on forgiving, we tend to focus on the anger, the need for revenge, for retribution, or even just proving a point. All we’re doing there is focusing on our ego. And trust me, there isn’t a single positive emotion your ego has ever created. None.

So what now? What’s the point of all this? Is it just the inane ramblings of a girl born two decades too late? The yak of a single woman trying to make it in this world? Or conversation straight from the heart? Because that’s what it is. All of it. A single girl conveying the messages of her heart to a world she should have seen 20 years before she did.

There’s my little secret.

Stay in peace