Mash up

If the answer is 42, what is the question? We never found out in Hitchhikers.  If we were so inclined, and I know I am, we might say: it is the question that drives us, you know the question, just as I did
- what is the Matrix? Or am I mashing up my fiction here?

In fact, a mash up might be bang on point. The mash up is a slang way of describing a synthesis - the combination of elements. Musically, a mash up in the merging of two or more tracks to create something new. A synthesis of the self is the amalgamation of the whole self: the mind, body and spirit. A synthesis within the self also relates to self-knowledge and deep wisdom. So maybe, in some out there, lunatic way, the Hitchhikers Matrix mash up is a clue.

Perhaps the question is the answer.  Bare with me here......the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything is the quest for wisdom. Our purpose, thus the ultimate question is the accumulation of knowledge. And it is this that drives us.

I'm not exactly sure where 42 comes in but Adams' claimed that it was chosen at random. A little joke to get us thinking.  So perhaps 42 merely referred us back to the question. The question which is simultaneously the answer. Therefore, keep questioning everything. Et voilà!

This is just the idle ramblings of a weird mind on a Wednesday afternoon. Might be nonsense, might be pure genius, might be 42.

 ;-)

Love

The RGF xxx

Algorithm

My vibration is running through my heart like an algorithm. I just need a Babel Fish so someone understands the code. 

Synthesis

A synthesis is a connection between elements. When a synthesis is present, as applied to the self, it is a higher state of conscious awareness combined with the self. In other words it is the whole person.

The higher self does not reside in ego. It resides in spirit. Knowing the self is about continually referring back to our pure selves. The self that operates via emotional intelligence, intuition and empathy.

When a synthesis is present, we are able to connect with our higher self, access our wisdom and be who we truly are. Through this process, we become. 

Xxx

Flawed?

Yesterday I spent a hefty portion of the day wandering around holding a unicorn.This happens when you have a four year old. The irony of the unicorn was not lost on me. All this time has past, and still no metaphorical unicorn. In other words, there is no romantic partner to have and to hold. Yet there I was, carrying a unicorn that I really didn't want to have or hold. Fate, it seems, has a razor sharp sense of humour.

Maybe waiting for some metaphor to start shitting rainbows through its’ arse, is a futile hope, and, put like that, it actually sounds profoundly unappealing. Perhaps, much like actual unicorns, the metaphorical variety doesnt exist?  I had thought I'd found my unicorn but they thought otherwise thus it's looking increasingly likely that the concept of soulmates is flawed.

Somehow I have to believe that the metaphor has potential for reality, otherwise it's bloody depressing. Let's face it, Im not actually looking for fairies at the bottom of the garden or searching for pots of gold hidden somewhere over the rainbow. It's not that happy clappy hippy out there. All I seek is someone that fits. The missing pieces from the puzzle. Essentially, someone with whom I share a deep, magical connection.

Statistically things look unfavourable. There is only hope and wishes. Therefore im keeping every cliché I can throw at this post crossed until they turn up………….

Xxx

Perpetual dawn

Today I have been thinking about the dawn. The transition between times. Where the tendrils of night hold onto the day. It is the long, reluctant goodbye. Where stars fade then mix with the orange of sunrise. It is the stretched out orgasm of the sky. Ever repeated, from the dawn of time to this day. And it's certainly something that should be seen through love's eyes.

In times gone by, I often experienced dawn whilst leaving a club or a party.  Thus visual joy tended to be coupled with an unnatural high.  Sometimes I was between two states – neither fully sober nor completely cocooned in an altered state of consciousness.  At other times I was probably so away with the fairies that the concept of dawn was lost to me but no less beautiful for the lack of reference point.

There was an occasion when dawn descended from a garden in central Manchester.  A hidden green space, juxtaposed against the grey urban landscape.  I remember there was a boy riding around on bike.  I think he had been delivering papers or maybe he was waiting for McDonalds to open. If memory serves, which it probably doesn’t, my friend had some really massive pants with him. Gigantic comedy pants they were.  The kind you could sleep under, if a blanket was unavailable.  It’s entirely possible that this was a story shared in the Manchester garden and I never actually saw those pants.  They may have been the giant pants of my imagination - and it doesn’t get much more surreal than that. This is quite fitting given our reasons for being in Manchester.   

We had travelled there to experience the mind-altering brilliance of The Orb. This was the first time I'd seen them live, and, as it transpires, the last. I remember that they played Little Fluffy Clouds – we all felt it, as much as heard it.  It was one of those times where sound, light and body combine perfectly.  The room was unified - from The Orb themselves, to their viewing public.   Strangely I cannot recall if they played Perpetual Dawn.  Yet I’m sure they must have.  It is one of The Orbs more bouncy tracks thus would have been an appropriate choice.  Memory can become so fractured over time. Artificial highs tend to ‘help’ with that.  I can remember the flowers on my boots, the long haired hippies, the blues of the light show and even the patterns on the toilet wall but I cannot recall Perpetual Dawn.  Although memory probably fails to supply: my mind’s ear enjoys the brilliant Perpetual Dawn, as dawn broke over the Manchester garden.

Let the dawn play ever on.

Love for all,

The RGF xx

Anonymous

Do not distract, act!

In the last few days I have seen pictures that have upset me greatly. Heartbreaking images of people that have perished in war zones. I don’t want to think of any human in pain. I don’t want any human, especially a child, to lose their fight for survival at the hands of war.

Most people feel sad when lives are lost at war. Yet many of us may believe that we have no control over what happens in the world. War has always happened. These people that suffer because of bombs, fear, dictators, governments, terrorists – we cannot stop their suffering. This viewpoint is flawed. Literally fatally flawed. Ignorance supports suffering.

In the UK, we live in a democracy. Though it almost feels as though we don’t. There are great doubts over the abilities of the elected government to do positive things. There are doubts over the electoral process. There is fear about the interest groups that control the media which subsequently influence votes. Never-the-less, governments do change and we can influence policy. We can use our vote. We can sign petitions. We can create petitions. We can use social media to fight for what’s right. We can stand together against corruption. We can send aid to war torn countries. We can welcome the victims of war to our own shores.

Human decency demands that we do not turn a blind eye to the suffering of others. Human rights require each and every one of us to do something to create a better world.

Join Amnesty International. Support their work. Share their campaigns.

Demand that governments serve humanity – all of humanity, especially children

Use social media to make waves

Support charitable and voluntary groups in their work to help others

Stand up for human rights

Use your vote

Join with people that have the interests of human beings at heart

Avoid people who are self-serving

If we believe that we cannot change the world, then this will become a self-fulfilling prophecy. The world that happens out there is our world. We live on this planet and we have a right, a duty, to make the planet a decent one. We have to believe that change is possible. We must be the change we wish to see in the world.

#bethechange #getupstandup #peace #humankind #oneworld #onepeople #donotdistractact