Pretty Useful Message

Read these words very carefully. Pay attention to their meaning. I am going to tell you something that you’re going to find pretty useful. Also – you will transcend.

I was never meant for this world. There is another place. But I kinda took a wrong turn – accidents happen, right? I was going to deliver a message there but hey, here I am – so I’ll tell you instead, okay?

Listen up.

Okay, hold on. We need to get you in the proper frame of mind, so here’s a bunch of stuff for you to do first:

  • Place your right palm flat on the skin of your chest – above your heart. Yes, push your clothing aside if you have to. All of it. The skin-to-skin contact is important. Closing your eyes now would be ideal but clearly not possible, so keep them open.
  • Tap all your fingers, one by one, against your chest. Feel them drumming against your skin in a staccato rhythm. Now forget about your fingers.
  • Press your palm against your skin. Feel your hand and chest grow warm and focus on that heat for a moment. Now forget about your hand.
  • Take a deep breath. Feel your rib-cage rise as the air fills your lungs. Hold the pose. Then exhale. Now forget about your breath.
  • Feel for your heart. Feel it beating against your palm. If you can’t feel it, try taking five or six really deep breaths. Feeling it? Now forget about your heart.
  • Search for the afterglow of your fingers, hand, breath and heart inside your mind. Chase it down. Focus on it. Feel it. Now forget about your mind.

Alrighty – here’s the message:

You are …

Actually, forget it. Just been flicking this thing you have called The Internet and found that a buddy of mine – you prolly know him as Buddha, came and dropped the message already. As you were, peeps.


Musings of a Morosoph

Panic isn’t something that I come across in my life. I see it on TV but not in my mind. For every circumstance, I have a plan. Today, I almost got killed crossing the road. But I didn’t panic. I just stopped in my tracks and stepped back. I let the car pass and then crossed the road a little more carefully. I accumulate knowledge about things and the ability to do stuff so that life won’t get the jump on me.

Meadows make me feel nice. I feel rested and free in a meadow. I feel the cares of my life just fall away in a meadow. My thoughts melt into the colours. The greens soothe me. The reds and yellows and blues and purples of the flowers are like points of pleasure. Lying on my back, staring up into the blue. Letting the orange warmth of sunshine soak into my bones. It’s sometimes nice to pack a sandwich too.

Champion is a difficult concept for me to chew. I think of the wonder horse. I think of Danny. I think of winners. I think of anything but me. I’m more mediocre than anything. Sure, maybe I’m a little above average in most things and perhaps a little better than that in some few things. But I’m not the best at anything. Well. apart from being me, that is. When it comes to being me – I’m a genuine champion.

Correspond with me if you like. I welcomes people. I kids myself into thinking that I like people that say things that I’ve never heard in ways that I’ve not come across before, but, when I face facts, that don’t matter so much as love. If I come across someone with love in their heart and a smile on their face and a willingness to push us outside the box, then I will converse with them until the slugs come home.

Fuel is neutral. It only moves a machine the way it’s designed to move. It just makes the body move along the track that’s laid out for it by the machinations of the mind. Sure, better fuel’ll move you further and faster, but to alter your direction you gotta change your steering mechanism. Change your habits. Learn to avoid panic. Head for some place green. Move outta the box. Talk to me if it suits you.

The Illusion of Going Somewhere

I’ve just finished (a picnic) dinner in the garden. When I looked up I noticed this little fellow heading from left to right across the lawn. I thought to myself ‘I wonder where he’s heading’.

A few minutes later I looked up from my book to notice that he’s heading in the other direction. ‘That’s strange,’ I think to myself, ‘he’s not going to get far like that’.

It was then that I realised that he wasn’t going anywhere. He lives there. He’s just doing the equivalent of moseying around in his back garden. Just like me.

It’s odd how, up until this point, when I see people and other kinds of critters, I always assume that they’re on their way somewhere important. But are they really?

Seems to me that we’re more often than not busy going around in circles.

There’s an app called Google Maps on my phone with a feature called Timeline (Your timeline), which plots, on a map where I travel on a daily basis.

I’m sorry to have to break this to you, but most of our journeys (including mine) very much resemble that of my friendly neighbourhood slug.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Not really.

Because life is all about cycles and circles. Sunrise, sunset; empty, full; dirty, clean; birth and death – it’s all circular and cyclical.

So don’t be upset if it seems like you’re going nowhere because, in the grand scheme of things – that’s probably precisely what you’re meant to be doing. I guess the trick is to make sure that you pack as much fun as possible into it while you’re doing it.

As I finish this piece, the sun has dipped out of the sky and Mr Critter has vanished from view. And I’m shortly going to do the same.

Have a wonderful evening everyone. See you tomorrow. Have fun!

(and there’s a blackbird singing sweetly as I type these words)

100 Words

Three starts now and all deleted due to there being too much banality in them but this one will not go down because even though it is silly it will move on to safer ground in due course and this will come from me saying something beautiful before my word count is up but I am now into the second half and nothing is coming to mind except the faint hope that if I just finish with a good word then everything will be alright and eek and hark the horse hooves of the end are approaching and so … love.