A triumphant light, in everyone

...The time has nearly come for the eternal moment, the triumphant light, the divine birth, and the shining star, to shower us with all their luminous force.
But on the night of the Eve of Christmas, it is said that winter spirits and creeping creatures ascend from rocks and caves, to feed on fears on mankind, the fears of men with darkness and greed in their hearts.
The chance to transcend time was one of the wonderful, yet ambiguous offerings of solstice darkness; at that pivotal moment, men might see into the past and glimpse the days to come. A man might see the shades of those who die in the new year, but among them, he may also see himself.

It is this greed, this human curiosity that often overrode folklore intimidating legends and led to men secretly seeking out an encounter with the ghouls and ghosts of Christmas.
The ghosts entered the houses of their descendents to feast on the offerings left for them and make merry in the night; they gathered in deserted churches at midnight on the Eve. To see them was dangerous, because they were so eager for mortals to join their tattered company; yet there were those who braved the churchyards for the sake of a taste of forbidden knowledge...

Don't go searching for answers of questions that are not yours to ask. Be thirsty, but in the right places. Be less greedy, less selfish.

Embrace the darkness inside you, only to realize that you have a light that glows stronger still.

Merry Christmas, xox Ra-Ra

The two hemispheres

I take my coffee black, no sugar, no milk, with a splash of cold water at the rim, so I can taste the invigorating aroma that already fills my nostrils without further delay. This is a predictable, self-inflicted habit circa 7.30am on weekdays that exhilarates the mind and triggers the conqueror in me to 'Carpe Diem'.  

I applaud simplicity when I see it, I relish it, I revel in it. Nothing simpler than a black cup of coffee. Check.

In a day that could hold many intricate patterns of behaviour, of events, of sequences, of randomness, these will remind you; will jolt your gut, will make you realise that when you strive to control your trepidation to be able to predict situations before they develop, is in fact a justified one. Control, what control? Control of a routine? No, that would be utterly boring, to the point of a predetermined mental death.

However, even in routine, I find consolation in the fact that things can just happen or not, and do or don't so totally beyond my sphere of influence. Although this frequently frustrates the rational, commonsensical hemisphere of my brain, the rash, rebellious, restless hemisphere is in subconscious debauchery.


The battle between these two parts is constant. In conflict, in contrast, what you feel compels you to act, but what you think compels you to hold back.

Driven by a need to feel protected, safe and secure, your choices may lead you to have a comfortable life, with a house overlooking a calm and tranquil lake. Where the water is crystal clear, as glassy as a mirror, and there isn't a ripple in sight. Breathe in, breathe out....yes, how lovely. How long til you suffocate in the want of air, the lack of a wind gust to tickle the water's surface? A throw of a pebble to add to the timid lake-bed below?


How long til you crave the turbulent sea, with its violent crashing waves, its storms, its force, its hidden mystical depths?

Not long...look out for the signals 'you' send up in smoke for 'you' to see.


Ra-Ra

"Under water where thoughts can breathe easily
Far away you were made in the sea
Just like me"

"Psychic changes are born in your heart entertain
A nervous breakthrough that makes us the same"


 - Red Hot Chilli Peppers