Making friends and meeting new people...

I think I have just stumbled across a new breed of friends, and for me it’s an interesting phenomenon – that any one of us can sign up on any day for a course in something that interests us – an art class, pottery class, baking or cooking class, bowling, ten-pin bowling, dog training, permaculture,  gardening – any one of these hobbies or activities will bring you into a new family of people you might otherwise never meet, and some of them will be quiet, some reserved, some will be thoughtful, most will be kind, and some might even be a bit evil, who knows – but there are brotherhoods and sisterhoods out there for the choosing

Unless of course you find your greatest happiness all alone, maybe sipping something while watching the almost instant and multiple replays of some patriotic television sport, cricket for example

But the discovery for me, so late in life, that there are groups of people out there who seem to be kindred souls, and likeable souls, is a heartening one, and the common thread seems to be an activity, or interest –  groups that come to mind are birders, and fisherpeople – the birders appear to be genteel folk, happy to trudge about with binoculars and books hanging about their moist necks. The fishing folk, like the hunters, can include the hillbilly cousins, where atavism and hate and the killer gene might lurk just under their skins, in their own tangle of DNA and muscle & nerve sinew – but amongst the Philistines there are also the nature lovers, who you might  find have trout fishing rods strapped neatly under their SUV ceiling – and I suspect there is something common to these different groupings.  Perhaps a love of nature, or an ability to see the beauty in a sunset, or to enjoy the silence you find in the bush – maybe they are people who have reached some kind of maturity, no longer slaves to fashion [ok, many of them are following a kind of fashion, like the birders who wear a lot of camo or khaki] – but that’s functional fashion, and hopefully they don’t gaze too long at the mirror as Narcissus did... and if they do, I don’t really care – a little self love is great

And where might I be going with all this? I’m not sure really – I’m just trying to extract an idea , some kind of truth, maybe a practical truth, from a recent experience that gave me much pleasure – I spent a day in the company of relative strangers – we kept our clothes on – actually donned a lot of protective clothing, in order to prise open wooden boxes and steal honey from bees – it’s hot and hard work, hard on the lower back, because it’s a concentrated effort thing – you have to  get in and get the job done, before the bees get too angry, and start stinging, right through the white overalls – the group looked like a bunch of Neil Armstrongs, spacemen and women in their white suits and the big headgear with gauze, and there was much concentration, much pleasant bonding, much pleasure in the gift of honey, some excitement at getting stung and almost getting stung, and like most things requiring some effort, half the pleasure is in the act of finishing up what you are doing – like when you stop hitting your head against the proverbial brick wall...

I liked the group – all of them clear eyed, bright eyed, and with ready smiles & humour – good hearts and good intent – and I think I’m getting close to what I wanted to say – when you get out of that armchair, and follow some kind of interest that brings you into a group of people who have gathered to share their skills and interest, you are likely to be rewarded by a good group experience, and the lingering aftertaste is a pleasant one – something in your heart comes a bit more alive, and the world becomes a nicer place – I could easily have given myself over to a group hug, once the bee-suit sweat had evaporated, and it’s that feeling of cameraderie, of brotherhood, that I’m getting to, I think – perhaps it’ in our genes – a phylogenetic DNA memory – that need to be  part of a group, and not just any group – I don’t get the same feeling when I’m queueing in the bank – maybe if we all spoke to each other in the bank and supermarket queues we might find many kindred spirits hidden beneath all sorts of uniforms and garish outfits  and seemingly unfriendly countenances.

But for me, it’s a joyful  discovery of nice people, and if you join the right group/s, it’s a pleasant thought that you could walk into many various gatherings of people, and have a wonderful time chatting to the different members – probably best to avoid the Neo-Nazi’s and soccer stadium gangs, and the people who carry switchblades and other weaponry, and new & used syringes, or those who out of choice or laziness don’t bath very often – but apparently god smiles equally upon them all, as you too might do on your deathbed, when everything suddenly becomes clear and your veils are lifted – which brings me to another train of thought, best left for another publication...

See you in a queue or a scrum somewhere J

Looking out for Love...

2.5 months have gone by, since my last blog post in late December 2013 – the Big Event has not yet happened, although its prophets say anyday now [mid-March 2014] we will have the ‘global reset’ and a new bank currency – the Lightworkers are reporting recent and increasing inroads into their destruction & banishment from the Earthzone/sphere of the Dark Forces, and even  the name of the new monetary unit/currency has been coined  - excuse the pun [I’ve already forgotten it, but it will be repeated sometime soon, somewhere on facebook or elsewhere]...

The first 2.5 months of 2014 have flown by, a whirlwind of activity, day by day – various micro and some larger deals/transactions for me, that have brought in some money, to pay for the steady outflow of monies – but thusfar, there has been a greater outflow than inflow, until I sit on a blade edge of cash fluidity, with max amounts owing to my bank by me, max interest payments by me for these loaned amounts each month, and then big amounts owed to me by friends who find themselves in even more dire situations than mine – until the whole setup becomes a big joke,  and an act of balancing as elegantly as one can, on a tightrope stretched high across a chasm, creditors on one side and debtors on the other, with a staff of Faith held wistfully in your outstretched hands, as you hold an upright position, a few steps forward, teetering playfully, and then a few steps back...

And in this dance, the best moments are the excitements of camaraderie and creativity, and the adventures born daily, out of the soup of events and energies and projects that constantly arise – which themselves are born out of the wishes of people with money or ideas, dreams, hopes – and there are the artists and craftsmen & women, like the servants of Kings & Queens of old – people who have found favour & trust in the hearts of the Powerful, who continue to be given work projects, and who through their own sweat and honest hard work, and through their artistry, continue to create works of beauty – beauty for the eye, and also functional beauty – creating homes, gardens, furniture , artworks, paintings, photographs, sculptures – things that enrich the lives of others, things that are Treasures, and that fetch a much higher price in the larger cities & commercial centres – it’s all a game of creativity, survival, manners, honour, subterfuge sometimes ... and it seems, for me, that the best moments, are the Eureka ones, of Creativity and a meeting of minds, and of Energies – when hugs are happily given & received, and there is another happy exchange of money – it could be looked at as Blood-money, but when it’s a happy exchange, it’s like a society of agreeable vampires, all bent on slaking their thirsts at the pool of collaboration – a mutually beneficial colony of worker bees or ants...

And apparently, sitting or lounging somewhere behind one-way glass, bulletproof and probably very high – like the high place in the desert where Lucifer stood and offered to Jesus the whole of Mankind, if only Jesus would bow down to him – they stand or sit there, apparently, and watch us all, the labouring artists/worker ants, and they must surely choose from the better known works of art, the best, to lock away in their private eyries, to look at cooly with their reptilian eyes – because they surely don’t have any real feelings, or joy – their blood runs cold – so they have the Power, while we have the Suffering and the real Happinesses and Joys – the essential difference between us Humans and the Non-Beings, the Aliens who rule everything from behind the scenes – I think that was the central tenet that ran through the film City of Angels, by the  German Wim Wenders – about the angel[man] who fell in love with an earthling woman, and knowingly relinquished his eternal life, in order to experience Love, and with it Mortality, after his first taste of Love...

So, I hope, for all you earthlings out there, that you get even the minute-est taste of Love, somewhere in amongst all the activity and creativity, and at times desperation – if you are not getting an occasional dose of life-giving Love, then you must surely, slowly, petrify, or turn bitter, or become cynical, or perhaps depraved, or depressed, or power-hungry and ruthless, heartless – it seems to me that Love is the honey of our bee-like creativity, and the worker bees must have a bit of it if they are to continue their busy working days – and in the abscence of the elixir of Love, then I think they can survive for very long periods on doses of Laughter, and Good Energy, which they find when they keep company with kindred souls...

So keep your chins up, dear ones, balance as prettily as you can on those tightropes, exchange good vibes, and hold out for Love – it must find you sooner or later J