Insane conversations of a cracked psyche: You.

“You are more complex than that.” said the squirrel as he sat hunched in the garden, eating an original salted peanut. “That is the mistake many of you humans make with each other and yourselves. You are a sum total. You are like a radiating white light and each moment, as your life evolves from when you were an idea, to when you were in the womb to this moment, slowly sculpts you and you develop like a crystal, prism and mirror – projecting, bending and refracting that white light into a variety of colours that interact with each other and other people’s chaotic light. You are not just a white light…well, you are and you aren’t” said the squirrel. “You are a beautiful complex being, the sum total of seemingly chaotic colours but behind all that, you are a beautiful white light.” He finished his peanut, licked his squirrel lips and dashed up the nearest tree, never to be seen again.

Insane conversations of a cracked psyche

He hobbled loudly in to the room, crutch under one arm, a bottle of rum in the other. An eye patch covered his left eye, while his right was wide with disbelief: “WHAT?! No, boy! Not Brandy, Rum! What pirate drinks brandy, boy?! Brandy is for narcoleptic giraffes and northern sleuths! NO! Pirates drink rum, boy! Or indeed grog. Tis what keeps the gums healthy and the rickets at bay! Don’t ever let me catch you singing songs or praises of brandy, boy! No pirate’s assistant will be drinking that unpalatable hogwash!
Now, where be my one-legged pantaloons, boy? I’m sure I gave it to the fish to wash?” he shouted unabashedly, as saliva and rum sprayed from out his mouth and on to his beard. He backed out loudly to the toilet, where he flushed himself back to the seven seas. Peace and quiet returned to the room and sanity was restored, but who knew for how long…

Everything happens for a reason

I have been thinking of my mom a lot this last week. She always used to say “Everything happens for a reason”. I always thought I understood what this saying meant, but in hind sight, I don’t think I did. The way I understood things when I was younger is so very different to how I comprehend things now, even common sayings such as this one.

Everything does happen for a reason. I believe in the cosmic concept or the universal concept of give and take, or cause and effect. There are many ways to word this concept, but simply, for every action there is a reaction. Even when that cause or action goes beyond our physical perception – just because we are unable to perceive and sense it, does not mean it doesn’t exist. Our understanding is greatly limited by our experience and learnings through life, which is often based on another person’s understanding of their experiences causing them to create their own theories based on their comprehension of said experiences. As history has taught us, our initial insight began from a very narrow-minded view-point which was based on what we could perceive and understand, but gradually grew wider as time went on. Only those who dared to philosophize greater abstract theories and concepts challenged conventional views and was/is often met with aggressive resistance. Again, this doesn’t mean that those concepts are entirely incorrect, but at the same time it also doesn’t mean that it is entirely correct either. A duality exists. If these crazy, abstract concepts and ideas were not there to challenge, then evolution would never progress…or perhaps it would just be gradual until the point in time and space when the challenge is ready and necessary. To evolve means to, to some degree, break and crack that mould that has been perpetuated for however long, until some point in evolution where the status quo or paradigm shifts, due to the evolution of the concept and it’s force upon our physical plane of experience and comprehension.

If we try to follow the concept of cause and effect, eventually it will get to a point where it falls outside our accepted spectrum of comprehension, simply because we probably haven’t reached the point in our personal/collective point of evolution to fully understand the abstract concepts which we can’t see because it is beyond our human existence.
Everything happens for a reason, even if that reason lays in the blurry periphery of our comprehension. There are currents of probability and possibility that pushes and pulls at the very physical existence of what we perceive and know, and if we are able to quieten our minds and allow ourselves to be a bit more flexible and open-minded, we may just get a glimpse of the patterns that show up in our day-to-day lives and not always just pass it off as coincidence and insignificant. As humans we like things to think and see in black and white, as it is easier to identify but life is most certainly not like that. It is not one or the other, but often the synthesis of both.  Just like the colour spectrum is seemingly made of a multitude of perceivable colours, but when you spin the colour wheel the colours synthesize and produces an all encompassing white light.

What is my point? Things do happen for a reason, whether or not we are conscious of it, but I am willing to bet that once we are somewhat aware of the law of cause and effect our understanding hopefully widens and we can make appropriate decisions based on our insight which would have increased. Perhaps it is also our very human trait of noticing and identifying the obvious divisions and differences in life that, to some point, limits our mental comprehension and has its effects in our physical lives. Things are often not as obvious like a spinning colour wheel. I bet if we took the time to look closer and slow down just a bit, forget instant gratification for a few moments, we will see that things are often a lot more complicated and are made up of a few different variables, maybe we as humans can be a bit more compassionate and empathic.

All of this makes me wonder if the evolution of a concept or an idea is really any different from the evolution of human, a planet or even a solar system…

Sven Part II

Sven is a great lover of fans, water and bright, shiny, reflective trinkets. That’s all he does all day, lounge around absorbing light from his trinkets and occasionally dunking his head in room temperature still water. Leaf people. One day Sven had his head submerged in a seat of water when he heard a violent rapping at the door. To Sven’s confusement his old friend and former publicist, Wayne, kicked down the door.

Wayne Rankledon is a Pickle Pirate born and bred. He tried only two other career paths: A lawyer and a publicist. After that he just concentrated on being a Pickle Pirate. Wayne had the most incredible toothpick leg. He acquired it at a cocktail party at the White House in the early 80’s. Being a pirate he consumed too much grog that night and ended up stumping Richard Nixon right in the mouth while he was cleaning his teeth with a presidential toothpick – All because Nixon had his car parked over the Pickle Pirates jar of Brine.

Wayne Hobbled in radiating excitement and wielding banana skins in his hands. Wayne burst straight into his exciting story about a dust bunny King Pin and a treasure map etched into several banana skins. Sven just sat there in awe at the Pirate’s tale of dust bunnies, unimaginable shiny, reflective trinkets and how Wayne, the Pickle Pirate, had the banana skin treasure map in his possession. Needless to say Sven was well keen for this adventure. Before the two adventurers could embark on their journey, Wayne needed two things; something to quench his pirate sized thirst and water pistols filled with Window lean. Sven knew just what the pickle pirate needed. He went over to the kitchen filled the kettle with rum, turned it on and returned to Wayne with loaded water pistols and matching holsters.

Sven makes the BEST pirate tea. Pirate tea is indeed a delicacy, a sophisticated pirate drink. Its contents are a kettle of rum and a tea bag. The last time Sven made a kettle of pirate tea the majority of northern Canada blacked out. They blamed the sun and his flare. 

Whilst chugging down several pints of pirate tea and cleaning his toothpick peg leg, Wayne preached to Sven a brief history of the Dust Bunny King Pin…

 

 

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