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.

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?

On the wings of dreams

The universe sent me an email today. Here's what he said:

You know what makes the darkest of times bearable, Muby?Remembering that it's all illusions, in a dreamed-up world, where angels earn their wings, thoughts dress up as things, and that "somewhere back home," you lie safely in bed, in the palm of my hand, snuggled up tight with some big, fluffy stuffed animal.
Nice wings,
The Universe
P.S. I do love watching you sleep Muby

Don't that make you wanna go 'yeehah', click your heels, and do a little jig of joy, while you breathe a sigh of relief. And your heart tells your head that it knew all along that you'd be just fine. That flowers grow for a reason. The grass is green to your eyes only. The trees stand tall and proud, sheltering you with their love. And the universe, in all his michevious glory, does indeed hold your hand every night, while you're in la-la land.