Life's cycles

Ever wonder what people from your life do when they leave your life? Do they still giggle at nothing, playfight with the air, indulge in heavy Friday morning breakfasts, relish the planning of their next holiday? Or do they just turn into someone else and start doing things you’ve never seen them do. Like bungee jump off the mountains, or meditate in the ruins of a temple in an ancient Arabian land or take a walk through some of their past lives, adopt an animal… Do they still laugh from their middle, love from their hearts, get rid of their masks and step out brand new?
Because that’s what I think they do. See, I believe in people. I know we go on. We regenerate. We change skins, we adopt new faces, new bodies, new lifetimes, new loves, new people, new lands, new beginnings. We don’t end. Like the energy we’re made of, we transform into someone else. Someone that the people from our lives don’t know once they leave our lives. We become bigger. Better. Stronger.
There’s really no point wondering what people from your life do once they’re not in your life because you’ll never know about their transformation from an ugly duckling into a swan. You’ll never see them swan-dive off a bridge, or feel their vibration when they meditate in the ruins, or witness the powerful regeneration of their soul. How would you react to them then? Like you would to a stranger?

Hello nice to meet you... You remind of someone I used to know once, but no… you couldn’t possibly be. But hey! You do big breakfasts too? Nice. Jump off of mountains into nothingness below? Yeah, I once knew someone who had a similar dream... Doubt they’d ever have your kind of courage though. So anyway, nice to meet you Stranger. I wish you well. I will remember you because I feel like I know you somehow. And yet, of course I don’t... I used to know someone who would love to meet someone like you. Someone who deep within had the desire to live your life. But not your courage... Ah well. Be safe. Fly high.
And then they’d walk away from you, shaking their head in confusion. I swear I feel like I know this person, they’d be thinking. And they couldn’t be more right. Or more wrong.

And you? Would you realise you too were meeting someone who was once in your life? Wouldn’t they have evolved since they stopped being a part of your life? Because that’s how some of life’s biggest lessons are learnt. That’s how caterpillars grow beautiful multi-hued wings that they spread and fly away with when they metamorph into butterflies.
Those who chose to leave your life only entered it for a reason in the first place. The reason being to make you love them so much that them, and only them, would be the one to teach you some of your most invaluable life lessons. Pain is your biggest teacher. Without pain you’ll never truly understand what it feels like to be painfree. You’d never appreciate happy if you didn’t know sad. You wouldn’t recognize a good soul if you haven’t met a few bad ones.
Life’s lessons are strange. But they’re there for a reason. Just as the people in your life are. Just as those who left your life are. So what do they do once they leave your life? Will they ever be recognizable to you again? Maybe not. But does it even matter? You’re not recognizable to them either. And therein lies the beauty of it all. The eternal enigma of love, life, lessons and learning.

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.

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?

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?

To work or to live? That is the question...

Ever had one of those super hungry days? Where you’d be able to eat a horse, if only you didn’t throw up and die at the concept of eating a horse? Yeah, today’s my I’m-gonna-eat-for-the-world day. And what makes it worse is that I have two boxes of what I hope is gobble-it-down-because-its-so-good pasta sitting on my desk, just asking to fulfill it’s mission of strengthening and giving nutrition to Jams and me. But here I am. At work. Obliged to work. And no lunch break in sight for at least another hour. Or at all (shudder!), this being deadline day and all. Sneaky eh, that this blog entry then manifested out of thin air…
Anyway, it got me thinking, should life revolve around work, or work revolve around life? I’d love to hear from you.
Thing is, if my entire life revolved around work, then wouldn’t work be a part of my life anyway? And if it was a part of my life, it would obviously be the most important part as it would be the sun around which my world revolved. And if work became the most important part of my life, what does that say about my life? That I live to work? I live so that I can make money? I kill my dreams and desires because I’m afraid of not being normal and not working? To fit into the majority, I have to work and allow it to consume me, heart and soul?
You know what that would make me? Not alive. And the entire argument would be a moot point, because if I’m not alive, how could I live to work anyway?