These moments are glyphs of miracles. Because they
show to us that we are not alone, no matter how much we would like to be alone,
rather everything is connected and control lost is always given over to
something or someone. If you believe our world is a fusion of the visible and invisible
(at least in the sense of wind and electricity having an effect on your life)
you will have the capacity for appreciating the loss of control of your own
life. This can be a good thing or a bad thing. If you don’t know who you are or
where you are going losing control of your life can be your ticket to finding
yourself and if you do have some vague idea of who you are and life turns
upside down, it might be the perfect juncture to redefine yourself.
To be the Master of one’s Destiny is a tricky little
thing, because mastery is about dominion and to secure dominion is about knowing
what to keep and what to let go. The Man or Woman of Destiny is a Warrior on
the path of Self. Certainly, a warrior
is an opportunist, a master of deception and what not, but the skill defining a
warrior is to set a goal and then measuring the environment so the knowledge of
how to manipulate the condition to ones benefit can be a reality. In this process
one need to display faith and one need to give oneself over to the surroundings
in the hope that the path towards the goal was well measured.
So, sure, we are all warriors of vanity and greed,
dignity wisdom, beauty, fantasy, ambition, justice, truth and what not. It is a
common energy found in our human struggle that also separates us. Our common
energy and our different goals can create enemies as it can create lifelong
allies and moments of bliss and concord in alien lands with the most estranged
people. We need to keep this to our heart. Every single meeting we have with a
human being (and for many an animal, tree or mineral) is precious. It is
precious either by its gift of blessing, curse or – the greatest gift of all – discernment.
As warriors we want to make our life, and as warriors
we seek alliances, just to discover that people are really as Machiavelli said:
“Of mankind we may say in general they are fickle, hypocritical, and
greedy of gain.”
But isn’t this the
element of suspense and thrill in the warriors journey, the warrior that seeks
to become the hero of his or her own life and dominate his or her own dramas?
Ifá says in a verse
from Ogbèatè the following:
Unhelpful persons are as abundant
As bushes in the forest
A good person is as rare as another
eye
To find a good person, one must
travel
A long way,
These were the teaching of Ifá for
Orunmila
When he was going to become the
husband
Of the world
When he was going to share the world
into
Two equal parts with Olodumare
He was advised to practice sacrifice
He heard and he practiced it
This verse speaks of the human condition, being one of
reluctance of help. It speaks of the good person being hard to find because of
a division that occurred in the world. This division in the world is about
paradox and contrast. It is about night and day, it is about earth and water,
fire and air. It is about a deeper organization of the world that we only
understand by approach the world with interest, preferably with a good heart
and a sound mind... This is the attitude of a warrior of the world, to enter
whatever that calls and then decide if to strike or to retract. This decision
is mediate by clarity of vision and a purity of heart, because a warrior will
always be clear in his or her goal. He or she seeks the honey draped gold at
the end of the track. Pursuing this goal
means to interact with the world and find allies, friends and fiends. And this
is the consequence we are experiencing in a world divinely divided, we must
make ourselves whole through the alliance we make and break mediated on the
goals we set for ourselves measured against our mind and heart – and by
consequence what is good for us, what we need and what we want. Darn, this life
is not only a market or a circus; it is a playground and a feast of poverty as
much as a celebration of your riches. Your life is a drama that you constantly seek
to own, but at times fail in possessing as your own. You see yourself as the
failed hero and the butchered heroin. Not a good feeling, no matter if you are
a bad or good warrior, the feeling is the same. Although the warrior of bad
character will be filled with insecurities and paranoia, while the good warrior
will be filled with riddles and interest – so you might want to watch this
space in the absence of self projections upon your own ongoing drama. This moment of “what now!?” is a condition the
saint shares with the shithead – an only the honesty of solitude provides true
answers, they be kept in vaults or shared with the world - the fallen warrior
or the Hero to be knows the answer blasting in his or her heart...
Perhaps the following
words and wicked rhymes tracking the footprints of a warrior on a sandy beach
will serve as a good conclusion for the beginning of contemplation...
Hey World
You are wicked, weird and wild
You have drown yourself in words,
emptiness and fashion
and your words moves in the same
empty fashion
singing elegies of gaps and holes to
be filled
where we speak of sewers and rivers,
streams of honey and tears of gold
cracks through
and sometimes they find junctures
where honey makes shit sweet
but the sewer still stink
and no sane person would stay
But in your wayward insanity you
question
Yourself and wonder if you should
stay
Or leave
You can contemplate the shit
You have all right to do so,
but
I prefer my honey
Pure
So I can rub my eyes in sweetness
And be deluded
By the path of honey
Because honey
Never
Grows bitter