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When Tomorrow Starts Without Me ~ A Dedication


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This beautiful poem by David Romano, performed and read here by Stephen Meara~Blount in memory of his brother Tony, is dedicated to all parents who have lost their children to Cancer

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Sunday Musings


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People’s fates are simplified by their names
~ Elias Canetti

I am busy ghost-writing an e-book about Bingo currently and today one of the chapters that I wrote was regarding the influence of numerology on bingo. Being a Spiritual person, I find numerology, symbology, superstition, rituals and that type of thing very interesting. This is the part of writing that I love, when I get to do research and write about subjects that really interest me.

The numerology chapter led me to do extra research on some very specific numerology systems that are in use today (some of which have been around since forever), and the importance of “Master Numbers” in spirituality, astrology and various other aspects of life.

Do you believe in numerology? Are you interested in what the letters of your name and birth date say about you, your personality and life, or don’t you believe in that kind of thing? Do you have any specific numbers that you feel are your lucky numbers, or unlucky for you? Are you a logical person, a highly superstitious one or do you just have a natural curiosity about things?

Funnily enough, I took a break from writing for a few hours this afternoon and relaxed in the bath with a nice cup of coffee and watched a DVD on my laptop…. My way of switching the brain off and re-energising for the next session of being creative 😉

The movie I chose, very coincidentally, was “The Number 23” which is a psychological thriller about a man who is given a book of the same title by his wife for his birthday and subsequently becomes obsessed with the number. The film itself is  not one of Jim Carrey’s usual enjoyable ones – not that his acting was that bad, but in that the storyline is not that thriller `ish` and doesn’t really hit the mark with the general audience, I don’t think.

The idea of “The Number 23” was good, and there are many auspicious facts that can be worked into the number, quite believably, but I think they tried too hard and in the overkill totally destroyed any vestige of integrity and believability it may have had at the beginning. Just for fun, here are some of the simpatico dates and occurrences:

  • Each parent contributes 23 chromosomes to the DNA of a child.
  • It takes 23 seconds for blood to circulate throughout the entire body.
  • In humans, the 23rd chromosome determines gender.
  • Julius Caesar was stabbed 23 times when he was assassinated.
  • Earth’s axis is off by 23.5 degrees
  • The Knights Templar had 23 Grand Masters.
  • The Titanic sank the morning of April 15th, 1912 (4 + 1 + 5 + 1 + 9 + 1 + 2 = 23)
  • The Mayans believed the world will end on December 23, 2012 (20 + 1 + 2 = 23) [What the date actually foretold was totally misrepresented, but that is another subject entirely]

So, are you spooked yet? Are you looking where 23 occurs in your life?   … careful now or the number 23 will come after you…

For me, having just spent numerous hours researching numerology and its significance (or lack thereof) to science, the tarot and occultism, faith, healing, magick, and gaming… I was coming from a different place entirely. This of course got me thinking about how easy it is to get obsessed with something and to then convince oneself that we are completely sane and why can everyone else not see what we can see?

I will do some posts about Numerology, Sacred Geometry, Symbolism and more as time goes by and I get more time to write for fun….

This day got me taking stock of what beliefs and superstitions I may have and what I consider lucky for me. I am quite into symbology and do have certain symbols to which I have always felt drawn, 5, 7 and 11 are kinda my lucky numbers, not that I can really remember them ever BEING lucky in a significant way, but they are like old friends ~ in the comfort zone. I am not superstitious; too much of a logical thinker for that.

What about you? what are your

Superstitions?

Obsessions?

Phobias?

Lucky Numbers?

Fortuitous Symbols?

Lucky Colour?

Well…. tired now and need to get some rest so seeya all later.

Namaste
LightSpirit

Life’s Unexpected Little Treasures


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“We are put on this planet only once,
And to limit ourselves to the familiar
Is a crime against our minds.
~ Roger Ebert ~
 

Well, I promised that I was going to get back to writing at least one blog post every day from hereon in, so here are my thoughts this evening…. inspired by a post on Facebook by a friend who was so chuffed because water-pipes were being installed near her house so she took her young son out to watch… what transpired next is one of Life’s Unexpected Little Treasures… the operator saw her son and invited him into the cab of the caterpillar he was using to manoeuvre the pipes… the young lad sat enthralled next to him in the cab for 10 minutes whilst the guy carried on working… A gesture so small that meant so much to all 3…. that is gold!

It got me thinking about whether we actually realise how much such a small gesture could mean to someone else. How often do you just smile at a stranger you walk past, or let someone who has only one item cash out before you with your month’s worth of groceries? Do you ever stop to give a gogo carrying a heavy shopping bag a lift? These are small gestures that really take the minimum of effort on our part but most people won’t do any of them. Why?

I agree with the Arch (Tutu) when he says that South Africa needs to regain its humanity. I have been saying that for ages… we have lost our humanity, our compassion, our respect and our trust. It is a sad fact of life, but with all the violence and lack of respect for others, South Africans have drifted into a malaise of “not again” and “well it is none of my business.”

Crime has overtaken the land to the degree that people are scared to trust anyone; our public services are a disgrace; most citizens do not trust the people who are supposed to protect us, and our political parties and media fuel the racial divide daily by making inflammatory statements, playing the blame game, and some really bad reporting just to fill the coffers.

And then a stranger, a black man, sees an excited young white boy standing with his mother watching all this big machinery in glee, as boys will… and he reaches out with compassion and insight into a young boy’s psyche and gives the lad a wonderful experience. There was no thought of “Oh that is a rich white kid so I will ignore him” or “No I can’t get in there with a black man!” There was just a connection between a man (who is most probably a father) and a young inquiring mind… as it should be.

People are not born racist and distrusting; they are made that way by life. Whether it is through hardship, envy, distrust borne of disappointment, crime, or the “Sins of the Forefathers,” bigotry, racism and hatred are fostered through external influences. We need to look inward and see what we can do to resolve the problem; how we can change someone’s mind about “our kind,” whatever that may be.

Smile at a stranger, take a trip down to your local orphanage or old-age home and take some sweets or cookies with you; spend an hour playing with the children or reading to the elderly once a month. Adopt a Gogo or Grampa who has no family or whose family has deserted them (there are plenty of both kinds in every old age home.) Don’t just do the Xmas present thing; go and visit them, take them out for a meal or bring them home for a weekend once a month…

Say good morning to your neighbour with a smile on your face, and mean it. The other person may look at you with distrust at first, but when they see that you have nothing but good intentions they will react positively. Pretty soon they will greet someone else that they used to ignore because they have felt how good it feels just to be acknowledged.

The only way we can change this world is by each of us creating one of life’s little unexpected treasures for someone else every day…

The greatest sign of Humanity,
Is showing kindness to a stranger
Billi duPré
 
 
 Namaste
LightSpirit
 
 

Women, Writing & Wondering


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Sitting here in a rather pensive mood at the moment…

Tonight I did something that I thought I would NEVER do; I attended a “Speed-Dating” evening although it was dubbed a “Speed-Friending” evening…. more to meet new friends than new partners.

Firstly let me say that I actually thoroughly enjoyed the evening ~ thanks to Prime Minister Ellen Wang & Crew for organising and running the evening so smoothly. Also thanks to the gals that attended, I enjoyed meeting every one of you… thank you for sharing a bit of yourselves with me.

Tonight is strange in itself because it is the first time that I have socialised in a very long time, especially with “family.” It is also the fist night that I have had off in a while and am so totally relaxed, with nothing to do but mull over my thoughts, which are buzzing around at a rapid rate and jumping all over the place.

Thinking back over tonight there are a few things that strike me and are floating around in the grey matter. The first is the uniqueness of each woman that I met tonight – 3 minutes is a long time for some and too short for others….  (for those of you who don’t know about speed-dating, the concept is simple really; you sit in front of a stranger and have a timed 3 minutes to converse then time is called and you move on to the next person….)

Anyway, I digress…. To get back to each of the women I met tonight….

Each woman had a different aura, a different scent, a different warmth… each woman brought something unique to the table, even though a few of them were involved in simpatico careers/studies or jobs, they were all unique. Each of the voices vocalise a different tone, a subtle inflection, an interesting accent. Each woman a unique personality…

Not having done this before, and being a person who generally sits back and listens to a bit of a conversation first, finds something in common and then joins in, this `speed thing’ kinda knocked me. So what do you say to start a conversation with a perfect stranger? How do you get to know a person in 3 minutes?  Does a goldfish REALLY only have a 3-second memory? (The answer to that is NO, actually.)

“So what do you do for a living?” – how trite is that? It is such a cliché, and for someone who spent 30-odd years in the Hospitality Industry, used to be an Ace at networking and can speak to strangers in lifts, supermarkets, toilets, wherever, it was pathetic! I think I did get a bit better as the evening wore on and I relaxed a bit though; and even that question did elicit some very fascinating answers that led to a further 10-second conversation before we heard the dreaded call “Three Minutes! Move On!”

Being someone who is very interesting in body-language it intrigued me to sit and think back what I actually noticed and perceived about different individuals. What was also interesting was the difference between what I noticed and what the friend I had gone with noticed about the same individuals… we had quite an interesting ride home… Conversely it was also interesting to hear what others noticed about me (at least those things that they commented on.)

All-in-all it was a thoroughly enjoyable and thought-provoking evening.

The thought-provoking was quite introspective…

Writing is like prostitution.
First you do it for love,
And then for a few close friends,
And then for money.
~ Moliere ~

I was, of course, asked the same question, “What do you do for a living?” and felt rather strange to say “I am a writer.” Although I do write and have been earning an income from it for the past few years, I never thought of myself as a writer until a friend told me a year ago I am one. I think tonight was the first time that I had to tell someone (11 someones) what I do to earn my daily bread, and it felt strange to say “I am a writer.”

This has played on my mind since I got home, and it made me realise that I have been so busy writing to earn a living, that I have not WRITTEN… I have neglected my own personal expression of life in all its glory, the good times and the not-so-good, the struggles and the triumphs… I have not written with passion for so long… and I AM a writer, I NEED to write!

SO, apart from thanking you for a lovely evening, Ladies, I need to thank you for making me realise that “All work and no play makes Billi a very dull gal!” I realise now that I must take up my blogging again and blog every day like I used to …

If you do not breathe through writing,
If you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing,
Then don’t write,
Because our culture has no use for it.
~ Anais Nin ~

And so I bid you Adieu ~ until tomorrow.

Namasté

Oh Yeah, and I need a haircut! 😉


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