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