- Leave a Tip
- Start a conversation
- Help someone in need, someone you don’t know
- Fill a palm
- Spare a morsel
- Fast for a day and donate the value of the food and drink you would have eaten to a person less fortunate. Do it more than once a month
- Smile at someone, smile at everyone
- Forgive your oppressors, even if they wish to continue, let them know you’ll continue to forgive them perpetually
- Break a heart, allow yours to be broken back, then enjoy mending together
- Pick a flower for a random person without any strings attached
- Buy someone a present for no reason
- Sing in a public place a song that cannot but make even the most depressed soul smile
- Be clumsy, if you can’t help it
- Take a punch for someone who can’t stand up for themselves.
- Take a punch to let someone see how futile and childish they are acting, then hug them
- Pay it forward, without advertising it
- Ask with all your heart and concern, how someone is doing
- Find your memorable moment. It’s usually doing something unexpected with unrequited sincerity, with utter disregard for recognition, without need for reciprocity.Force people to remember you not by asking, not by demanding, by doing without any fathomable care of receiving or not.
Nothing else needs to be said,
Just lay your soul, on this bed,
On this pillow, rest your head,
Through this heart, receive your bread.
Be near, from my marrow, fed,
And weave with sacred proximity, this thread,
Of intimacy, entwined and tangle, crimson red,
But leave no distance, not a millimetre, nor a shred.
How much weight you burden the earth with when you’re alive is the reciprocal it will weigh on your chest when you are buried in it.
Don’t be a burden to the earth or it’s inhabitants
To add words to this will be a restriction on where, how and when,
so just find beauty…….
That is the elixir.
The person who finds solace in mocking others, suffers from an intellectual poverty that cannot be alleviated save through one means only, a humiliation that knows no beginning or end, silence and abandonment.
Their bitterness leaves them alone and desperate. They cannot grasp concepts, truths, divinity, see anything further than their nose’s appraisal, their ego’s lure, so they therefore ridicule what they cannot understand.
To let someone in your life is such a sacred offering and people don’t value it, nor honour its sacredness.
People just walk into your house, your domain with soiled boots, eat from your plate, spit in it, sully your wash place and walk out leaving a stench inside that never goes away.
Think twice about attacking someone’s very personal sacredness, especially if they offered you the trust to enter.
I’m at the end of my wit, with less than a handful of people I can trust with my mind, my heart, my soul. People that don’t litter inside of me or for lack of better vernacular, people that don’t waltz in and take a shit on the carpet of my soul.
By sacrificing all semblance of self and await the perfume that lingers on long after you’ve let the rabid dog that it is starve to death, long after you’ve stopped acknowledging it’s howls, let it bark like mad, and you just keep on being.
Don’t fool yourself, there is no state of being without the destruction of not just one, but all rabid dogs inside you. They’re not loyal, they’re cunning and deceitful.
Find a master who can show you who they are, what they look like and then kindly show you how to get rid of them.
When they bite, you will forever be inflicted with the disease of self devotion, an inevitable lowly state.
Keep them chained and let them rot.
The perfume of being will intoxicate you until you know no other way.
What I want of this year is less.
I don’t want a vein, not even an artery.
I want to inject my elixir into my jugular.
My elixir has to grow from within, it must start from my body.
2016 will bring for me an uncluttering, a detoxification, a removal from societies frivolities, a cleansing of mind, soul and body.
I will attack every subtlety of my existence.
Starting with my body, it will receive only it’s bare necessities.
There is no mind, there is no spirit, there is no soul without the body.
The body must first be pure for the rest to be pure.
Your cellular energy carries with it vibes of the stuff of it’s make up which permeate your mind and soul. If it is unclean, the rest is unclean.
There is no grey area, only utter cleanliness. This will mean many of my favourite things will become my enemies.
I won’t lie to myself and allow treats to creep in. My body has to learn to survive on less. Much less. I don’t care if I reduce my appearance to a skeleton, it will be a cheap price to pay.
My mind must follow suit. I will not tolerate people or words that are frivolous or harmful. I will not tolerate lies and hate. I will not tolerate gossip and back biting.
I will remove luxuries one by one until they are naught around me. I will endeavour as long as it takes to be as minimalist as I can be. I cannot have distractions if I wish my mind to be centred and aligned to the end goal.
My soul, I can only pray for it. I have no control over what happens to it. My job is with my mind and body. My spiritual exercises will hopefully heal my soul, take it to higher plains and let it rise above my carnal self. But I still won’t know.
My job is just to do, to unclutter and wait patiently with no expectation of gaining an iota.
When every devotion of above is done without expectation, perhaps then the clutter will disappear, the path will be cleared of shrub and vine and the river of purity will become apparent.
If you want to be someone alluring, grow your soul, that’s the magnet, they’ll be pulled to love you and they won’t know why.
You’ll leave hearts uneasy, souls stirred, exasperated lungs and heavy sighs.
They’ll all catch fire, volatile flammable and for you have combustive desires.
As you elevate their minds, enrichen their lives, leave them like a Japanese tea ceremony high.
I once wrote:
‘Searching for ones’ self is the biggest lie concocted to sever one from searching for God.’
I stand by that maxim and add that not only is it a lie, but it is self mockery, not self discovery.
The concept of self is not something to be proud of. It is an abasing thing, it is a thing that commands and demands, it is envy, hate, greed, anger, laziness, gluttony and so much more. It is a web of entangled negativity that is so compound and deep in origin you wouldn’t even know it was right there staring at you.
This is why the higher echelons of spirituality promote abasing of self, not promoting of self. They teach removal of desires not exalting of them. They teach annihilation of self, not finding and celebrating.
To do the opposite is making a joke of yourself and misunderstanding your humaneness, misunderstanding the very core of who you are meant to be as opposed to who you are.
People who are into self discovery, only find out who they are at the current moment/s. They herald it as some great treasure find.
This is a mockery of the art and science of self. This is a grave injustice and one predators and hucksters sell to you through self help books.
Annihilation of self, is not the same of murdering yourself.
The former, grand and elevating and allows you to live. The later, abased and mocking and you die the rest of your earthly life before the bodily death.
Our cure is being alone
Our being, is alone
This is a collaboration of both the Introversion Series and The Elixir Collection in one piece.
The Elixir series focuses on the core root of matters, a distillation of thoughts, a distillation of words. As such you can see visually the process taken to get to the heart of what I want to convey above. Mostly I will combine two words that together I will extrapolate on after.
You can read the whole Elixir series here: The Elixir Collection
The Introversion series is a collection of thoughts, musings, explanations, and personalisation of my affair with introversion. More here: Introversion Series
Not all introverts are the same, some more extreme than others but we have many shared traits too and we can easily identify with each other. Some of us, like myself have more than ample extroversion qualities but it really exhausts us to venture off into this area so we prefer our alone time.
When I have to engage in the public sphere or entertain too many people at once or as in the past had to manage hundreds of staff members, I was more than able to deal with them on a personal level, but doing that several times throughout the day and non stop caused me to get a little anxious, not because of the people, their stresses or their grievances, but because I was missing out on my lone time.
As such I can reflect back and understand myself a little more and realised that my cure for those anxieties was being alone. I used to hit two birds with one stone and train vigorously alone, after working a stressful day and that training was a catalyst to professional fighting which I did for years.
It was just me, my ego, my soul, my mind, my body all trying to reconcile to a whole, to one.
One on one, sure, there was an opponent in front of me, sure there was a trainer in front of me, but even he became me and I became him.
My breathing synchronised with theirs whether I was listening to cues from the pad holder or listening to cues from the breath that escaped from between the lips of my opponent, watching the heaves of chest, waiting patiently for his souls exasperation as I would take my chance to pounce on him when he was at his weakest.
You can see the soul of a man leave him in a fight and know that this is your turning point because you are his soul and he is yours.
Your agreement to partake in the man dance means you acknowledge your opponents rhythm, you move to the same beat, same melody, an informal agreement, formalised to humanity manifest, a merciful glance and turning of the other cheek, an allowance to invade your personal space and you his.
You are his ailment and cure at the same time and he to you.
You are his being and he is your alone.
You are alone and so is he, you are one and he is one.
One and one are not two, at that moment you’re the sum total of one.
When one falls, you both fall, when one wins you both win.
My cure was being beaten out of me until I was all alone, only one, to defend myself.
This is the elixir of fighting, this is the introversion of one, for me.