Sunday, May 20, 2007

The Blog is Better than the Bullet...


The Ace of Swords card suggests that my power today lies in cause and effect. With great power comes great responsibility. Do the right thing or state the obvious and the 'pen will be mightier than the Sword.' The truth will set me free. It's the principle of the thing. Get it in writing. I am empowered by intention and my virtue is my promise, commitment or vow.

I used to say: "Ban the Bullet or Bite the Bullet!" It appears that shall neither work in the short term or the long term. Self discipline is the optimum form of dancing with life. Or is it only ducking and diving these days? Have people not learned yet from history that prohibition of any kind leads to underground buisinesses of a way more serious nature?
Males, regardless of which species they may be, rutt and strutt their stuff and compete to the death at times for the attention of the opposite sex, unless of course they are hermaphrodites - and then there are all the other "labels". (Something I am not that fond of but understand their purpose - I just wish people wouldn't get so hung up on them... or should I say stuck up on?) Anyway, interesting labels such as antisexualism celibacy deep ecology sexual aversion disorder and spiritual_marriage caught my eye along the way - funny how life works. Yeah I know - laughter IS the best medicine!

Did I ever mention that my Senior High School year had this novel as our set-work book? Life is full of connections - you don't even have to look for the signs, they are just simply everywhere. When I am in a real place of being then I really do live in SynchroniCity... three clicks, one line of interest and hey presto, result! Unnecessary, sure, but validation is never far from happiness, well, that's just what comes to mind. My purpose, of course, is to learn how to be happy and enjoy life. God knows I've been trying for 40 years... I ask myself, what are the greatest lessons I have learned in these 40 years? Well, a: not to cross the line - even if I do really really want to get to the other side in a hurry; b: Do unto myself as I would have done unto others; c: drink pure, clean water - just as nature intended it to be. (That's enough for now.)
The Junior Anti-Sex League in George Orwell's dystopian novel Nineteen Eighty-Four was a group of young adult Party members devoted to banning all sexual intercourse, and replacing its procreative functions with the use of artificial insemination (children would be raised in public institutions, rather than in individual families). Though the League was founded and countenanced by the all-powerful totalitarian Party, the Party leadership did not allow it to succeed in its goals. However, the existence of the League served as an important public reminder of the Party's disapproval of all attachments and activities which could diminish exclusive loyalty to the Party, and that everything other than "normal intercourse between man and wife, for the sole purpose of begetting children, and without physical pleasure on the part of the woman" was forbidden sexcrime which could be punished by death.

My own novel, Rivers of Love, Life & Something Else, has a chapter entitled Beauty & Perfection. This is the bare bones of it... With all my love, Sweat Pea

p.s as I sign off - much later than I started at around 4am SA time, this is now:


The Wheel card affirms that my alter ego is an Observer Participant, whose superpower, uncertain opportunity, acts as huckster in a carnival ride of free will, motive and time by assuming roles of game host and player linked by chains of events, or to hedge bets against a Greater Fool. Anything goes. Everything counts. Fate, Luck or a Cosmic Santa of Fortune assigned by relative to preordained or random turns are subject to short-sighted cheats or social brands of justice. But it's my entitlement, input, fear, or anticipation along the chain that spins labels into gold or coal! Today is a chance to fix, stir or dip into the Quantum Soup, boiling six degrees of separation from connecting to enough, waiting for the Karmic bill or dessert to close the meal in hindsight. But to self-correct by priority I put it on my list, pay my dues by choice and can see it coming to pass full circle.