Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Neither here nor there - a breath of fresh air

Best beloved g-nomers [bbgs], it's time we took a break from all this heavy, serious interdimensional what have you, and revert to good old Shakespearian Tom foolery. There's only so much "saving the universe" that can be endured between meals - and it's vital for our sense of well-being that we take regular exercise and rediscover our natural, innate joie de vivre. How else are we going to achieve the impossible? How else are we to join the dots and reconnect with g-nome portal? It can't be done by grunting or trying terribly hard in a pained and serious way, with oversized helpings of anglo-saxon zeal and conscientiousness. No, no, no... absurd though it may sound, it has to be done gaily, joyfully, merrily, merrily, merrily, for life is but a dream, as the nursery rhyme instructs.

Now please don't assume I'm not being serious. That's the last thing I'd want you to think. On the contrary... I'm being deadly serious - knowing as I do that not only my health, but the health of reality depends upon it for the two appear to be connected. How can I help heal the world if I haven't the time or inclination to heal myself? So, once again, I adumbrate, deadly serious about that most ticklish of subjects - happiness, which is why I'd like you to consider for a moment the state of your heart.

"Why, why?" you start in wonder, nearly panicking at this sudden reversal of roles. How comfortable we grow in the auditorium, sitting in the shadows observing... participating vicariously. But the time has come to shake you from this false sense of complacency, dear bbgs - for Story is nothing without you - and reality is doomed until you agree to take your rightful place at the ship's helm and steer it through the straits of back seatism and passivity - back onto the high seas of life for the living.

So the title of this lecture, or cozy fireside chat, is just that - "life for the living". Some will undoubtedly find fault with this title, pointing out that life could hardly be for the unliving, and yet, if you look around you and ask whether life is truly being lived in accordance with this principle, you will almost certainly agree that our attachment to routine and regulations and I wanted another r word but couldn't think of one - ropes - our attachment to ropes is hardly leading us to swing freely through the jungle canopy of life.

"But I'm just a reader" I often hear, "just one of many bbgs - how can I make a difference?" I kid you not. This kind of thought goes the rounds of g-nome portal's reading rooms on a daily basis, and yet here we are at the cutting edge of consciousness, or perhaps we could change that to "at the coal face of consciousness" which also sounds nice - in any case - here we are and here we stand - united in a common cause - the only truly serious common cause - the only one that can truly change the world in a Jeffersonian way - the pursuit of happiness.

"And what of it?" I hear the naysayers neighing.
I've always found the best way to answer a question is with another - so here goes:
"What of what?"
Now the naysayers hate being out questioned and feel honour bound to continue:
"What of it?" as if an italicised "it" is meant to mean something special to me.
I'm of the camp that believes retreat is the best form of attack, so like Kutuzov fleeing from Napoleon's army, I hasten back from those who don't believe the pursuit of happiness to be paramount, and take sanctuary in the magic realm of Faery.

Welcome one and all. Feel free to join me in this enchanted isle - and I say "in this isle" as opposed to "on this isle" quite intentionally, though I know not why. Here, all are welcome to rest from the trials and tribulations of life, to rediscover the magical inner child, without whom our life turns into a parody of Alice in Wonderland - a mental institution for the insanely sane.

Once again I invite you bbgs, one and all, to come back to the only place worth being right now - the heart. Please give your mind a break. Time out... and imagine your over-exerted mind is a beloved pet, a cat or a dog: look into its eyes lovingly, sincerely, tell it you love it, stroke it gently, soothing it with your voice and with the love emanating from your heart. In a moment or two the mind is quite at peace, at ease, and we can proceed to the heart.

g-nomic artwork by one of our bbgs
So here we are best beloved g-nomers, at the gateway to all that is I Am. Here we are at the centre of your being. Here we are at the one place where we can heal ourself and the world simply by letting go of anger, fear and hate, and allowing ourself to realign with what truly matters - the light, the light, the light.


Now, because this is g-nome portal you are, of course, being assisted in this endeavour by a curious motley crowd of interdimensional medical personnel, warriors, lawyers, plumbers and engineers - oh the fun you'll have when you finally open your third eye fully and see the curious faces and forms of the gnomiki and their extended family - let me just assure you that our portal has the kind of protocols in place that ensure only those who truly wish to serve the highest good can participate. As you already know - we are an equal opportunity employer so trolls and other "baduns" are also welcome to join and assist as long as they accede to our beneficient protocols.
Even goblins can be good guys at g-nome portal 0=1

So even as I speak, even as we hold this moment of loving, peaceful silence and oneness together, around us dance and play the faery folk of g-nome - and help you bbgs to reconnect with inner-child, to reconnect with your life's sacred purpose, with your deepest dreams, your highest aims and desires, and once again you feel the life pulse beating in your veins, once again you feel the pranic breath of Is filling your lungs, your heart, your mind with its golden light - and all is well - I assure you - all is well.

It is time for me to say good night! There is a time for writing, and a time for sleeping, a time for thinking and a time for... cuckoo la la. Let us agree to use this portal to open up a shared magic space where we can rediscover how to Be magically more than we think we are - to reclaim the lost and forgotten territory of our... dare I say it... isness - all that is and all that I am.

In laughter and in joy
Cuckoo la la
I be Merry
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1 comment:

  1. He thought he was engaged in
    Too Serious A Talk:
    He looked again and found he was
    Among the Merry Folk.
    “So let us Celebrate!”, he said,
    “Let us be Bright like Yolk!”.

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