A ramble through space?

 

As I ramble through the space called ‘My mind’ I am amazed at the unknowns I find in these dark caves.

To give you an example; on one occasion i was fighting to defend the world from an invasion, on one side from Americans and on the other side Russians. My heart kept telling me the Americans were right but something deep within that heart told me it was the Russians.

A dilemma if ever there was one.

This mind space I am travelling through is complex and not always rational. As I turned one corner it was full of Americans eating burgers and moms apple pie. Around the another corner were Russians drinking vodka and dancing the “Hopak," or the  "gopak".

 It might surprise you but these are the same dance, where the Russian soldiers kick their legs into the air.

Imagine me telling these they should go home quietly.

Can you see the Russians handing up their vodka or the Americans surrendering their burgers, I don’t think so.

In this piece my mind is saying little, leaving it all to my heart, but believe me, my mind can talk when it wants to. I often wonder which is worse, my mind or heart talking. I just wish they would shut up and leave me alone.

Is there an author out there who could write me a new heart and while they are at it, a new mind with less lip.

My mind space is a challenge, full of riots and I often wish I could leave it at home.

My heart caught me off guard here, talking me into entering ‘my mind space’ at a time when this was going on. I would prefer to stay at home vegetating. My heart doesn’t seem to understand that I can’t change the world.

Does it really want me to walk up to the Americans or the Russians and say, look lads the others are right,

I am not the hero my mind seems to think I am, will it ever cop on and let me live a peaceful existence, alone without any heroic thoughts or dreams.

JC-Dublin-A City with space to ramble

Today, tomorrow and?

                                                            The purpose of yesterday is to learn

Today is to do

Tomorrow is to dream and hope

JC-Dublin-A City of true equality

22nd

Today Ireland matured

Became a true republic

Rights for all

Free to marry

 

No one knows

Yet everyone does

Living a lie

 Ireland’s secret

No more hiding

 

Rainbows flutter everywhere

No rain, just warmth

As the sun shines proudly

High in the sky

Smiling

(Ireland voted to allow Gay marriage on the 22nd of May 2015)

JC-Dublin-A City of true equality

I often wonder

If

We had a big hose and used it to pour all the water of the oceans into a volcano, would it put out the flame at the earth’s core

If

We had springs instead of feet, how far could we hop?

If

There were no pens, would there be poets

If

We were all equal, who would lead?

If

We were all writers, who would print the books?

If

Our memories lasted forever, would we ever forget?

If

We lived forever, how far could we look back?

If

There were no lies, would there be peace in the world.

JC-DUBLIN-A City of wonders, that wonders

Recipe For Disaster

This cake needs to be made in as random a manner as possible, in fact it needs to be baked as if you don’t care.

Ingredients;

Add lots of American republican attitude

Mix with Russian power and greed

Some ISIS narrow-mindedness,

Throw in some western religion and

A large helping of Trump
A Mexican wall

There needs to be a lack of any thought other than how you can bake it as quickly, as feasible and if possible, make as much money as you can. There should be no emotion or thought of those who share the cake, even if they are paying for it.

Smile at all times, look positive while constantly reiterating there is nothing to worry about. Keep claiming it’s a bargain.

It is useful to convince the consumer that this is what they really need. The Ryanair of cakes, cheap, make some people sick but what do you expect for the price. A picture of Michael O’Leary or Trump on the box would be nice. In fact forget the box, it’s too expensive, just sell the recipe online and they can bake it themselves, the pictures can accompany this. Charges for using credit cards will apply.

Baking;

This cake is best baked in an open field with a wild wind blowing across it, while young children run around unsupervised. If the wind is blowing in different directions and there is no shelter, all the better.

More ingredients;

A large slice of Negativity

Generous helpings of Alcohol

Some pessimism

A Lack of self-worth, add depending on your taste.

A large helping of politicians, a mix of all persuasions will add flavour.

Lots of false promise

 A blast of lies, multiplied by as many as you can muster.

A wide smirk

Generous sprinkling of guns, loaded with irresponsibility.

Lack of respect

A selection of recreational stimulants, then add some more

Stir well while mixing with a Sour disposition

Add lots of capitalist delusional optimism

Add more promise, needs to be convincing

Some more alcohol

Plenty of religion, a mix of opposing views will stir nicely.

As much greed as you can stomach and a little more

Another dash of false promise, you shouldn’t be able to detect when baked.

Hot air

Dark cold weather sprinkled and mixed well

More stimulants

Make sure you don’t go near any cook books or online facility to check weights or values.

A sprinkling of happy mushrooms

Smile

Oven level;

Bake at level ‘Random’ in an oven with loose electric wiring and unclean for as long as possible.

Pretend to check at regular intervals.

 Be nosy.

Use rudeness with lots of arrogance to prod and make sure sentimentality is not allowed near it.

Leave in oven until ready or burns badly.

This cake is best mixed by those who couldn’t care less, but make sure to keep telling purchasers that it was baked on time and if you can whistle an aggravating tune while doing so, all the better or should that be worse, 
who cares.

JC-Dublin-A City that loves it's cakes

DIVERSIONS

Life is full of diversions, accompanied by an invitation to explore them. So! Why not accept and see what’s on offer.

As children we like things to be the same,  toys, books and the same television programmes, over and over and over again.

Repetition is the safety platform of children and the civil servant. It is the tool of those learning new skills.

Diversions present themselves unexpectantly, as options for the brave and those who are not afraid to experiment and explore.

Unfortunately, as adults we develop fears that control our lives ensuring we accept the safe option.

Football players, swimmers, runners, writers, actors, singers as well as dancers ETC will practice the same techniques over and over again, until they become second nature, but they will still be ordinary.

The difference between good and great is between those who explore one or more diversions, as many as possible.

Exploring diversions doesn’t guarantee greatness but it offers the opportunity, possibilities beyond the norm.

When I talk about greatness, I don’t mean fame and fortune. No! fame and fortune can be achieved by those who fulfil a need of the world media and can be tossed aside as soon as someone fulfils that need cheaper or more grossly.

While greatness can be achieved by taking these diversions and being open to new experiences, it may not be recognised until after death.

It can be the fate of the great that their creativity and brilliance will be ignored by those less willing to explore.  In fact by those travelling through their own diversions and blinded by the possibilities and their own shortcomings.

Change is often slow, real lasting change that is, and often the key to this is so well hidden behind the dearth of sameness, safeness and copying, that finding it is often mistaken for creativity and excellence. The key only opens the door, allowing you to enter into possibilities, the beginning of the road.

In fact there is no such thing as excellence, just stepping stones to more questions. A mean’s of creating different experiences and answers to the unanswerable.

Of course as soon as the unanswerable is answered, new questions present themselves, looking for answers.

This is why answers are important, because they are the chests or goldmines that hold the future of mankind.

There will always be questions, answers and more questions as well as discoveries that provide the answers and encourage more searches for those who dare, digging deeper without receiving acknowledgement.

The poet never writes the perfect poem, the painter never paints the perfect picture, the runner never runs the perfect race, but they all have one thing in common. A curiosity that pushes them along the road that is a ‘Diversion’.

JC-Dublin-A city crammed with diversion

Does 'Fiction’ exist?

Fiction has a value in a world where news is neither true or false. Events in soaps on tele are reported as news, why?
Often authors will write true stories, change the names to avoid court appearances and publish as fiction.

Does fiction really exist? After all it’s the by-product of ideas fermented in the minds of humans, however erratic, based on factual experience and lives often lived to the limit.

You can fantasize until the cows come home but all your fantasies are based on real experience, whether lived, read or seen on the screen.

I’ve often heard it said that ‘there are no boundaries to what the mind can do’ or conjure up. This hypothesise is untrue, even if we can come up with new ideas or thoughts every minute of every day, for the rest of our lives.  Ideas, thoughts, creativity, inventiveness are all limited by our experience or influences of those we come in contact with. 

This is not to say we are ‘limited’ in what we can achieve during our lifetime, though how long we live will of course do this. There are so many corridors in the mind, all full of our adventures, explorations, dreams and ambitions, that our creativity is limited only by our life experiences and what we place in these corridors.

This multiplied by the various permutations within, leave us with enough fertile imagination for a life of creativity, if we use it and regularly.

Fiction is really life dressed up, allowing us to lose ourselves in worlds where we wouldn’t normally enter by choice or order.

There is nothing more bizarre than reality, nothing more unbelievable. Reality was once: ‘the earth is flat’,- ‘Man can’t fly’- ‘We couldn’t live beyond a hundred’- ‘go to the bottom of the sea’- ‘Land on the moon’. All these ‘couldn’ts’ are now ‘Fiction’, cast into the bargain basement of ‘The impossible’.

Of recent times we couldn’t see Trump in the ‘white house’ -‘A woman president (We’ve had two in Ireland)’- A gay Taoiseach’ and peace in Northern Ireland. All ‘Couldn’ts’ now seen as unthinkable.

Fiction and reality are interchangeable, connected in a way that makes life colourful and challenging, with lots of room for questions, sometimes without answers, though not always, at the moment anyway.

JC-DUBLIN A City that believes 'Fiction is Fact'