Game of life

For once, let’s not go into the whole mind-soul explanation. For this time, let’s focus on the here and now, on this moment, this reality, this existence, this life. The life we have now, however much we may want to call it an illusion, is one that would never come back again. We may have another hundred lives ahead of us, or maybe even none. But this one, the life in which you are you right now, is a one-shot game. Mess it up and you’ve lost your hand.
Play your cards well and you’ll walk away with pride intact.
Sure, there will be some scary moments along the way. Aren’t there always? But we forget the immense power we possess to mould our lives into what we want them to be. We have the ability to create and destroy. Yet, so many only learn the self-destruct function instead of the co-creator one.
Why though? Hasn’t “life” given us enough examples of always giving a second chance? New opportunities always follow closed doors, the tears are inevitably replaced by a smile and a last kiss has always preceded a first kiss.
So sure, you’ll argue and fight your way through the end of a relationship, cry yourself silly, scream, shout, rant and rave, hide in a corner, sulk, moan and groan. And then, guess what? The universe creates its little miracle. Before you know it, there a new face in your life, a new soul your heart beats for and moonlight kisses to gently wipe away those tears.
And with its traditional fanfare and trumpets blowing, those girls in their cheerleader skirts and pompoms are holding your name up in the lights because You have truly emerged the star, the Victorious One. The one life never did manage to defeat. You’re the cheered and admired one who did believe in second chances, or third, or fourth, or twenty-fifth chances even. And you do know why the universe gave you all those chances, don’t you? Because you believed it was your total and absolute right to have those chances. You never gave up even for a second. And the universe, in all its glory, always, always gives back to you exactly what you believe in.
So don’t waste your chances believing that you’re not entitled them. Remember that this is a game after all, and you’re still a player, you still have your hand, and you know what else? Unbeknownst to all others, you hold the trump card. The belief card. It’s yours to play whenever you feel the need to, or want to, or even just for kicks. It’s your card. And if you look at your hand closely enough, you’ll see that you have the Belief card in multiples.
So keep playing your game, keep believing, keep winning. You’ll get exactly what you think you deserve to get. And you are you, after all. Surely you deserve nothing less than the best!

09.09.09

It's the 9th day of the 9th month of the 9th year. It's also Metro day here in Dubai, but that's another story for another time.

So, all these 9s... They don't just happen for no reason. Nothing ever happens for no reason. This blog entry, you reading it, life, the universe, cosmos, people, plants, animals, numbers.... there's a reason behind everything.

So what is it about all these 9s in our life today? The angels connected for a chat this morning. Beautiful beautiful majestic angels in every shape and size. I asked them why all these 9s, why now, what are they trying to tell us?

That it's the beginning of an ending, they told me. Individually, locally, globally and universally, a chapter is ending, an era's coming to a close, and today, they said, marks the start of that end.

And you know what endings signify, don't you? Nothing can end without something new beginning. If the new doesn't begin, there will be a gap of nothingness, a black hole of sorts. But even a black hole is a something. For it to have a name, a shape, a form, a concept, makes it something. It's alive. It's aware. It just is. It's Something.

Nothing on the otherhand means just that. Nothing. And with nothing, there is nothing. And with no thing, there is no being. With no being, there is no you, or me, or us or them. And yet here we are. We're all here. You, me, us, them, him, her... We're all right here, a screaming reminder that it's not nothing. And in order for the Nothingness to cease, it needs to be replaced with a Something. That something is a new beginning. Our little world is seeing a brand new chapter in its history.

The angels say we're at the beginning of the end. But since matter, time and space is all an illusion anyway, what beginning, what end are they referring to? More conversation with the angels reveal thoughts of transformation.

We're inching out of one phase and sliding into the next. We're in the process of a transformation, they say. A universal transformation. A morphing of the old us, into the new us. A morphing which begins right here, right now, today. Slowly sliding forward to a universal awareness of a newness.

Of what though? What's ending in your life, what new are you moving towards? Are you in the process of walking out of one doorway and in through another? Will you remain You, or will a whole new You emerge? Is this a rest period before you make your grand appearance, or are you still in the last act of the play? Has your new life begun? Are you on its threshold? Are you excited? Nervous? Apprehensive? Cautious? Carefree? Rebellious? Or are you just YOU? Minus the layers, without the frills, the masks and the blinders. Just you, raw, pure and ready to embrace all thought, follow the footsteps of peace and journey towards love, a new beginning, new hope for the Earth. New opportunities of ascension, higher vibrations than ever before, an awakening of the soul-mind, an acceptance of the bigger picture...

So go ahead, take a bow, soak in the adoration, lap up the applause, cause this drama is just about to end, and you, the star, are moving on to an entirely new production.

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?

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

Aywa

Remember the story about the little crow? His name is now Aywa (because that’s the sound he makes). And his daddy is T, my dolphin boy. Awya and T are a duo now. T loves his little Aywa, and I can just feel how much little Aywa heroworships his dad. Isn’t life beautiful? Here were two souls who were destined to meet and the universe put a bunch of people in the right place at the right time to help connect the dots. And that’s what the universe does best, and does in all it’s outlandish universal glory, complete with trumpets blaring and invisible go-go dancers in stilettos and feather boas. Ain’t love grand?

Nerves, the universe, butterflies in your middle and so much more

You know that feeling. The one where butterflies are doing their little dance in your stomach. You’re nervous, you’re neurotic, you’re on the edge. And it goes against everything you think and believe, but sometimes the heart is stronger than the head.

It’s been one of those days. You know, when you do everything possible to run from a situation, but the universe, in it’s own charming way, turns the wheels so that regardless of what you do to avoid a certain thing, that very thing will hit you in the face no matter where you’ve gone to avoid it. But then through all the mess and muck, something inanely stupid makes you laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all. Humans thinking of themselves as wily foxes, sneaking their way through situations, thinking we’re smarter than everything else, above it all even (pardon the pun). And then there’s the universe, sitting on the top floor of the Burj that poor Babu is trying so hard to finish, laughing at our little ways, thinking we’ve outsmarted him, when instead, he’s holding the strings all along, and like the fidgety butterflies, is making us dance to his tunes. He did tell me though, that a long, long time ago, way before we made our way here, we made him promise to do exactly what he’s doing right now, so that we’ll eventually get to where we wanted to be before we even came here. It is a conspiracy theory of sorts, but one that we’ve masterminded ourselves.  The point here? There’s no point in running away from your self-created situations. You might as well face them head on because regardless of what you do, or don’t do, you’ll still get to where you wanted to be, walking down the very path you once created for yourself. And oh, if you could only hear what all the angels up there are saying about you, you’d get a swollen head the size of a football field. It’s your life, you decided this way, way back. And don’t worry, you’re moving in the exact direction you knew you would be at this point in your life. Bravo, I’d say. Or as my friend Johnny would say, Keep Walking.