18 June 2017

Your New Cryptic Enlightenment Website

Rainbow Family!  

Please explore your new community home here:

Check out the Wisdom School revolution that's happening, as well as novel self-guiding affirmation kits, including the "redeeming the teethbrush" experience.

Collabor8 with those who know that there are many multifaceted layers to this thing called existence, and start manifesting from the metaphysical dimensions!


22 May 2017

The Pot of Gold at the Beginning of the (Azlanz} Rainbow

The Leprechauns had it wrong my friends!  When time is transcended, the pot of gold comes at the beginning of the rainbow, not the end!  The initial vision of treasure inspires a pursuit of increasing vibrational frequencies til dem Leprechauns aren't in Irish Kansas no more!

All that to say that you have just struck gold.

I gotta be modest here; I gotta be honest.  What this is is my series of videos.  It's not real gold but it's treasure that's worth more than metal that isn't base.  It is the start of a revolution, I know it.  It's not me starting the revolution, I'm just riding the wave that has been breaking since matter's volition gave it continually morphing forms!

Alright, I guess I'll just post the link to my YouTube channel and tell you that my Collective is called Azlanz Rainbow.  The link is here.


Lots to say, and I haven't said it in these videos.  I need to feed with milk first and then meat.  

I learn from the best.  

I want to learn from you...

Symbiosis friends, symbiosis!





12 May 2014

Guys and Girls, Girls and Guys

Let me venture so far as to say something about the compatibility of guys and girls.

A lot of it is well-known these days, but let me just summarize anyway:

GUYS:
Black and white, logical thinking
Talk to get to the issue and solve it
Provide advice on how to fix problems
Are attracted firstly to external beauty and then to the type of man that the girl allows him to become

GIRLS:
Intertwined, spaghetti-like emotional thinking
Talk to process emotions and for the therapeutic effect of relating
Seek to make a person feel understood and cared for
Are attracted firstly to persona (be it competence, humor, or status) and then that in turn feeds the physical attraction.

Having an understanding of these things allows us to tick the boxes that our partner's needs leave empty and square-shaped.  But there seems like there's more going on here, and I'm just gonna throw out my perspective about it:

Girls were made to be helping nurturers, and guys were made to be leaders.

Now let's not get too upset please guys...just yet.
Of course females can be great leaders too, and in fact are!  And guys can be epic caring people (I am a work from home dad myself!)

But a girl looks up to a guy who knows who he is, is firm when it comes to defending the things that he believes to be precious (both his family, as well as things like values and aspirations).  Girls like solidity with an element of let's say mystery, spontaneity, vigor.  Girls like to know they can depend on their guy...but not depend on him to be boring.

Guys like a girl who is a giver.  Who finds true joy in the joy of others.  Who spreads that particular brand of female love everywhere she goes.  Yes attractive, yes exciting.  But the sexual appeal that attracts is not composed at all of the same elements that keep a couple together.  (Why things are set up this way doesn't quite make sense to me, but it is so).

Making a relationship work is a choice.  I don't believe in the fairytale "The One".  Why do the Disney movies always end when the princess marries the prince or whatever?  It's created the misconception that all that is needed for "living happily ever after" is someone to marry.

No, that risk, that flattering feeling that you are the one chosen, the mysterious butterflies and thirst for the other person do fade.

But Love is a choice.

It's a mutual consensus that the grass may be greener on the other side, but that's cos of all the manure over there.  It's a decision to take what has been given you and work on yourself and relationship to make it what you need it to be.  Become the type of person who will attract the type of person you wanna attract...if you know what I mean.

In the age of drive-through everything, there are no drive-through break-through, nor are there instant contentment pills (or not the lasting type anyway).  Ironically it is in giving yourself away that you make yourself happy.

Empty your bucket to have it filled.  And get shoveling that manure!


6 March 2014

Eyes of Our Kind - A Short Story


“His autism has always made him prone to these kind of people-predators,” Lauren said with guilty eyes.  Those eyes longed to be subdued by the views of her new fiancĂ©.  “I should have known better than to leave him alone so much.  He needed my guidance.  I didn’t think…It was just that you and I were making so much progress with our work, making a difference in society.  We really are helping these animals live alongside civilization.  It’s the kind of thing I always wanted to do.  My heart was so in it.  In America I never felt able to help humanity on such big levels.”
            “You’re the bestest sister Lauren, you are.”  Dereck’s thick South African accent hadn’t lost its charm on Lauren.  His tone rang with exotic rationality.  “All this, all this that’s been going on with Jack, it’s not your fault, ok.  He’s a simple ou.  He doesn’t understand things the way you and me do.  He’s a good guy, you know, always looking for the best in people.  But that’s exactly what makes him vulnerable to them.  He’s exactly the kind of bloke they choose to do their dirty work.  Preying on the vulnerable, it’s what they do.
            “Like really though, how have they managed to convince him that baboons, these wild animals, are actually people?  And what’s worse for me is like, he knows that we work with them every day, it’s what we do! I can’t believe how he’s distrusting me.  He was never like this in the States.  I shouldn’t have brought him here.”
            “Well like you say, his autism makes him vulnerable for one.  It’s not right how they using him as their puppet.  I’m not saying we should do nothing about this – there’s bound to be some sinister plot beneath their antics and we’re not going to let these quacks get away with it.  We’ll put an end to this.  We’ll show him the facts.  For now though, I don’t want you blaming yourself.  Ever since you came to Cape Town you’ve felt guilty about Jack.  He’s a grown man, and it’s good for him to learn consequences for his actions.  If we keep rescuing him, we’re just enabling his dependency on other people.  Let the media have their field day, what’s the worst that can happen?  I can’t believe they’re making so much out of it.  What, have they run out of murders to report on?  Doubt it!”
            “You’re right.  I know.  I suppose people feel sorry for him.  He’s making such a fool out of himself though, and of us too.  I can’t stand that Sangoma!  Go pick on one of your own people and dupe them with your pseudo-science; leave my brother alone!”
            “Ja, I know what you mean.  Maybe your brother wanted it though.  Phil said so, and he has a Masters in Behavioral Science.”
            “Well Phil doesn’t know Jack.  My brother is…”
            Just then there was an urgent knock at the door and one of their co-workers came plummeting into the room.
            “Dereck, Lauren, the press is outside.  Your brother,” he said, tilting his head sideways at Lauren, “is on his way over here and it’s all gonna be broadcast live.”
            “This is our chance to set the record straight,” Dereck said straight-faced as he got up from his chair, knocking it over, “We are the experts here, and it’s about time the media acknowledged that.  I’m going out there now before Jack and his clan get here.  Come with me Lauren.”
            “I don’t know Der, I don’t want…”  She got up and trailed behind him anyway.
            He plunged through the heavy front door, the dominant south-easter wind bellowing in Lauren’s face.  A roar of questions was ignited from the growing crowd when they saw Dereck was ready to talk.  He seemed to have forgotten about Lauren now, and the door almost slammed back into her shoulder, but she caught it with her left foot.  Immediately the black balls of microphone were puffed into their faces. 
            “Mr. Hendrick.  You have been involved in creating conservation areas for these animals for over 10 years now.  What is your response to the growing accusations that the so-called baboons are actually people and that the cultural stereotypes your organization has been spreading are the reason behind their segregation?”
            The absurdity of hearing their argument left his mind in a stupor for a moment, before he retorted: “Absolutely ridiculous proposition!  Human?!  Our scientific community is stunned by these false rumors.”  He was into the flow of what he had rehearsed in his mind now.  “Rumors that started, and have been perpetuated, by one local Sangoma – a witchdoctor, people.  A witchdoctor!  Western medicine has long known that the practices of these imposters are nothing short of primitive superstition.”
            “But your fiance’s brother, Mr. Hendrick, a Jack Walker, is an American who was raised in the west and insists that he was given some kind of eye-opening substance that allowed him to see passed preconceived concepts.  He is reported to be on his way now with a sample of that substance.  Do you deny Jack Walker’s claims?  And what about the exponential increase in similar reports around the city since he began his vocal protest marches a week ago?”
            “That Sangoma has preyed on the vulnerable and simple, and he continues to do so.  As for Walkers, I have no further comment on the personal nature of these enquiries.  Now let me tell you what we have been doing here at NatureCorp to ensure the well-being of these creatures…” 
Lauren turned her face away from the glint of the cameras.  “Come Dereck,” she whispered quietly, “let’s not give them more fuel for the fire.”  But he was in the middle of his marketing campaign – she’d heard him rehearse this part before.  With downcast eyes, and her shoulders speaking a blend of anxiety and limp helplessness, she turned her back on her South African lover and scanned the horizon.  Nothing.  She turned back to walk into the office when something caught her attention.
That’s when she saw the shadow on the hills behind the building – the opposite direction of where she (and apparently the media) had thought Jack was going to make his entrance from.
Shivers originated in her neck and shot up her spine.  The peculiar silhouette of her brother was unmistakeable.  Jack!  Her world spun around until, from a great distance, his innocent brown eyes met hers, and injected them with life.
            She moved briskly around the crowd, maneuvering around the pushing bodies head down, trying not to detract attention from her fiance’s spotlight.  Over in the Fynbos shrubbery on the far side of the hill, her brother was leading a group of about 8 black people.  He and an ornately dressed caped figure were ahead, whilst the others trailed a few steps back, playing handmade guitars, bongo drums, and tambourines.  She was surprised she hadn’t heard the music earlier; it was pervasive now.  Whyh did the media seem oblivious to it?
She didn’t allow herself time to think about that now.  She hadn’t seen her brother since she got engaged to Dereck.  Jack had retreated into the black shanty towns to live amongst the people who revered him as “The Big White Eye”.  Lauren had tried to discourage it, but she understood.  In his own culture he was pitied, ridiculed.  He sensed it each time, despite outward appearances.  There he was acknowledged, respected.  She could see the effect that had had in his walk.  Now he had a purpose, and it exuded through the vigor of his stride as he tossed his chubby legs into determined running paces toward her now.
            “Jack!”  It seemed like no time had passed until they were locked like puzzle pieces in a cushy embrace.  “I’ve missed you so much!  I was worried…” Her emotion subsided into logic and she had questions: “Why has your phone being going to voicemail?  What have you been living on all this…”
            “My Laurie!  My Laurie!  Shhhhhhhh…”  Jack dragged out the sound far longer than she thought he needed to, but his eyes softened her hardening rational gaze.  “You’ll see now, now you will see.  Look, I brought some for you, see?  Close your eyes now.”  He pulled an old green beer bottle from a plastic box that had been strapped to his belt. 
            “Jack, no!  You don’t know where that’s been.  Don’t put that on me, get back in your box…I mean, put it back in its box.  I’m not risking losing my vision cos of that unhygienic…”
            Jack had been fumbling his podgy fingers around the bottle neck, haphazardly ripping pieces of masking tape off the top of it until the opening was free of obstructions.  Without response, without hesitation, he tossed it straight at Lauren’s face.  His hand frantically made hasty gyrations of the bottle, flinging opaque honey-colored liquid everywhere.  Most of it flung on either side of Lauren’s face, and large dollops dribbled off the sides of the bottle.  But he distinctly saw a torrent of it land in her left eye, and that should be enough.  He stopped.
            “Ahhh, Jack!!  You got it in my eye!” She rubbed frantically and started backing up in lopsided paces towards the facility. 
            “Laurie wait, just wait a few seconds - 3, 4 seconds Laurie.”
            Still rubbing her eye with her sleeve, she turned and started jogging towards the lab now.  Jack’s stubby legs hastened around her and stopped directly in her path.  “Hug!” he blared.  She bumped straight into him, hard, struggling for a half second before his familiar musty smell took her right back to when she had held him after their father died.  She had done this to them; she had decided to leave America for this job, and she was the one who had spent so much time being intoxicated with Dereck and his managerial pursuits that she had blurred her brother right out of her focus.  Tears gathered behind clenched cheeks.
            “Now Ulwazi!” Jack bellowed while increasing his grip on Lauren.  And then to his sister he said gently, “Laurie now you’ll see; now you’ll see Laurie.”
            The caped man yelled some commands in Xhosa and then wobbled his way over to the siblings, beaded head-dress tinkling to his movements.  When he was within armslength, Jack spun his sister around on her heels and held her limp arms firmly against her sides, hugging her from behind in a loving restraint.  “Now look Laurie!”
            There, standing on its hind legs, was a baboon, with no leash, no muzzle - free from restraints!  Lauren gasped and pushed back into her brother in an escape attempt.  “Jack it’s dangerous!  Let me go!”
            “Look at his eyes Laurie,” he said.
And she did.  Beneath a furrowed brow sat sad eyes, deep eyes.  Lauren relaxed her shoulders when she saw the animal was placid.  She felt an inclination to hug it, and Jack’s firm embrace softened as if in response.
Her left eye started stinging and she bent her head down to wipe it on her collar.  As she moved her head downward, she noticed for the first time, out of her peripheral vision, that the animal was wearing colored cloth.  Clothes, basically.  She abandoned her attempt as wiping her eye and flung her gaze into the animal.  It was standing open armed now, as if ready to embrace her hug.  A fuzzy memory of seeing someone similarly dressed soon after she had stepped off of the plane from America tickled her consciousness.  That person had waved to her, she thought.  Her nostrils once again filled with the dry South African air, as it had that first time.  They flared.
            Her vision went dizzy, flashing.  She at once recognized the person in the animal standing before her!  Washed paradigm.  She did a double-take, stooping her head down.  But her vision flashed again and an untamed baboon was standing on its hind legs, in an aggressive posture.  Dereck’s voice and her education began generating random facts about their species: “Infanticide is a common practice amongst…vicious if provoked…known to raid the cars of tourists…”  Fear again crept up her spine, waking her up.
“Loosen your grip Jack!” she yelled in mounting panic.
Get a grip Lauren,” he promptly returned.  She paused at his unexpected reply.
“You’ve already got one strong enough for both of us, and it’s hurting me; now let me go!
“I want to share with you,”  He slackened his arms slightly and she pushed him aside, making an unabashed run for it.
            “Oowahoo!” the animal cried from behind her.  It sounded frightfully close.  In her mind’s eye she could see its reared fangs.
            “Lauren!” Jack screamed after his fleeing sibling.  And then, turning to the sangoma, he yelled, “It didn’t work on her; why didn’t it work?!”
            Clanking robes engulfed him and the smell of mud mingled with strong arms to overwhelm his senses.  Ulwazi wrapped hisself around the boy, “Hush child.” 

Tears of frustration were filling both siblings’ eyes simultaneously – the way one twin can experience the reality of the other.  The mutual experience was thwarted at shared frustration due to free will’s blockade.  A person’s ideosynractic viewpoint results not from the senses, but from the heart.  Jack was beginning to understand this; it was what Ulwazi’s embrace was communicating.  It was dawning on him that he had suspected his sister would react like this all along.  She was too smart for her own good.  He sniffed, nostrils flaring.
            “Why didn’t the potion work Ulwazi?” he felt obligated to ask.
            “Child dat poshan is just the barley water.  It was for you, not for her.  Your eyes were what we came here to give to yoh sista.  Yoh eyes was where the power lied – the power to make her see.  Give her time, child.  Light dawns slowly sometimes so that it doesn’t blind a hurting person.  Come now, we go.”
            When Lauren had reached the safety of the facility entrance, she finally felt the courage to look back.  Nothing was chasing her; on the contrary, pursuits of the heart have to themselves be chased.  Dereck embraced her with rational arms.  Together they watched two baboons slowly prance over the hill towards the horizon, the musicians behind them playing their silent song.



20 February 2014

Cyclical Revolutions of Evolution; Progress?



Dropping our sloppy preconceptions is not easy to do
Being the exception plays to Individualism's rules

The tools and rules our minds exploit to carve out human consciousness
are evolving like our species and contain a few useless remnants

Like the 'tailbone' of competition that causes a basal kind of pain
That old jealousy that preserved the apes makes us revert to them again

Nothing's the same yet life's cyclical; our children wear our worn out genes
And dropping preconceived jeans in public is much harder than it seems. 

16 January 2014

What Having Kids Does to You

Oh the epitome of adulthood, right?
Ok you've worked hard in your youth to:
look good,
achieve good,
in order to find a good mate,
then mate.
And then, yes then you are able to be satisfied as a producing human being.  Taking one for the homosapiens by spawning more dawnings of dreary eyes.
Suddenly your own dreary eyes are greeted by new ones: there is a tiny little podgy morsel waa-ing in a hospital crib and your world is revamped.
Like at first this is sheer blue sky to your clouded existence.
It unites everyone; it give you purpose; it's so helpless...and red.  And cute, podgy, and cute!
And then, yes then...
Come those silly green tubes you have to maneuver formula through to pump life into this morsel.
A  vampirous exchange of energy - your kids for yours.
Then comes the diaper bag jigsaw puzzle, shoving everything in there that may solve a puzzle at a later stage.  You're late...a lot.  No free time.  No.  Free.  Time.
Suddenly a drive alone is a miracle and you remember you are still young.  The music that amped you up as a kid is now a tribute to a time when life was free-er.
Depressing?>
Maybe a bit.  After all, there is such a thing as morsel blues and post-morsel depression.  But I say, and once more I say it, BUT:
Then comes the renewed perspective on everything, yes everything!
Then comes the humility, the patience (which isn't much fun earning but well worth having), the one-toothed smiles that melt your heart, the first time your child learns something that you taught them!
And then, yes then
You realize that they have been teaching you all along.