J.O.Y. (Joke's on You)

We are all scared shitless of doing what we truly want to do. So, we load ourselves with untold obligations, responsibilities, duties and unnecessary burdens; all of which are nothing less than superficial contrived efforts to thwart our most cherished dreams.

We hide ourselves under the ‘supposed bed of consideration and concern’ while our most passionate instincts go untapped and unfulfilled. The pulsating, gyrating vein of our sexually ignited creativity becomes twisted and distorted transforming and disfiguring us into a creature of unrecognizable origin. And, then we wonder why we’re unhappy.

 The fact is; we’re born as instinctive sexual beings needing to impregnate or be impregnated with unceasing flowering joyous ideas for ourselves and others. Our natural and convenient desire to reproduce and procreate stimulates us to move and have our being.

We are walking, talking, breathing, and fertilizing human biological machines infused with a deluge of desired intent. We instinctively KNOW we are ruled by gluttonous pleasure! We are simply too spineless, lazy, indifferent and unmotivated {generated by fear} enough to proceed in the direction of seizing that territory.

So, instead of moving ourselves to conquer, we use the over abundance of our innate creative force to produce an illusion of comfort and satisfaction. But, this illusionary state of false rest never lasts for long offering little in the way of consolation for the latent warrior spirit that resides within. It is written: “Be up and about thy Father’s business”, with good reason.

We can none rest on our laurels IF we are to fulfill our individual destinies. How else will we see, be, know, and consume the inevitable without sufficient curiosity?

We must advance, ‘full speed ahead’ without prior knowledge of avenue or guaranteed outcome. We can leave nothing unruffled, uninterrupted and undisturbed. Our ubiquitous journey is to unveil.

To unravel; to expose what lies beneath. IF “IT” be there let us face “IT” with full vigor and undaunted courage. Let us stand accounted for in the presence of the sacred wherever and however we find it. To become Holy is a horrid experience.

The personality's complexities are endless, the multifarious layers of self disguise are manifold. The corruptible in us must be laid bare. The incorruptible must be proven. All must be witnessed and substantiated. Nothing continues statically; everything must be thrown out of order to find true balance. J.O.Y. (Joke’s On You).

It’s all about upsetting the apple cart; the one thing you don’t want to do. Those attributes that are calm, pleasing and preferred are in actuality subversive to our plight. We must plunge into the depths where the unfamiliar and unlikely disclose necessary secrets of reckoning.

 Where dismantling of the opposite places us in a position of excellence we can but scarcely imagine. Can we dissect the tawdry to ingest the sublime?

 Nothing is true for the person who has not yet experienced it. EXPERIENCE is the only true teacher. Nothing is revered except the sanctity of ones own mind. Remember: there will always be seemingly unprovoked self-propelling ‘vehicles of transformation’ that will carry you to your destiny.

There will also be familiar faces of discord, discontent, and heartbreak that will aid you in your quest for liberation. Those that SEEM to hurt you the most are ‘some of familiar faces’ you will encounter who will act as redemptive vessels to purge unsuspecting self-directed sabotaging motives blocking your way.

Pay homage to their abode no matter the length and breadth of their reappearing stays.

The only question that remains is: will you laugh or cry as the mysterious journey unfolds bringing with “IT” all diverse manner of sundry things? It’s all a matter of maturing…easing into that allotted silent sphere of Cosmic Activity where everything is connected, comprehended and understood perfectly.

Where we no longer “see darkly,” but are able to fully rejoice in ourselves in the here-and-now to enjoy pleasure unabated. To dance unwaveringly in our own spectacular delight without a hint of guilt or remorse.

To emanate the unconquerable aromatic fragrance of sensual liberty unbounded and unrestrained. To procreate unfathomably and partake of the prodigiously miraculous! To generate unimaginable works of intellect, strength, health, romance, books, architecture, science, math, art, beauty, music, drama, etc. into infinity.

Where the smile upon our lips and the glisten from our eyes radiate genuine authenticity, not plastered by premeditation, {Not to want or need something [whether that be in the form of love, money, approval, validation, acceptance, support, encouragement] from someone else, wouldn’t that just be divine?} Of course “IT” would.

So, what is one to do? Do what feels right for you. Don’t consult another for his/her opinion. You will KNOW it’s right for you when you feel uncomfortable and isolated.

In the beginning of discovering true joy, you will be misunderstood and mal-aligned. “IT” goes with the territory. You may even be branded as a rebel, of sorts, or a non-conformist, at the very least.

Certainly, people will remark how much “you don’t care,” how inconsiderate, selfish, vain, petty, and last but not least how, “It’s all about you.” And, yes my friend, “IT” is. “IT” aint about nothing else. Persevere.

You will make the break through to your own true joy and contentment. But, not without realizing that other people’s words and remarks are insignificant to you. They are merely babbling irritants of distraction, none of which have the least bearing on you.

The prize you unquestionably seek pulls and enshrouds with unspeakable soul’s entertainment. “IT” is imbued with the likes of incomparable lovemaking as you have never yet envisioned. Stay firm, steady and true to your inner calling.

 You KNOW what you want. Be not distracted, discouraged or dismayed, no matter how long “IT” seems to be delayed. Nothing else will gratify. Allow the sound of your own indispensable JOY to resonate and flow through you like rushing waters freely and unobstructed.

You were created with this one indelible flaw to motivate you. Work with “IT” as “IT” works with you. You are a pregnant verdant garden who needs constant care, water and attention. Tend your garden. Use the tiller, hoe and rake you were given; they fit no one else’s hand. Toil the earth from whence you came.

Be fruitful and multiply.