Queen

At times, a man has to make changes. Maybe not a complete radical change, but a change nonetheless. It could, despite what has just been written, be a life-changing decision as long as it contains the fruits of wealth, knowledge and wisdom. To an end will all things come. It’s what we do before, or after reaching that end, that matters most. Either way, change will come. The inevitability of life affords each of us multiple opportunities to do so. We cannot ignore our chances.

A king should seek knowledge, but knowledge is nothing without the wisdom to implement such information. You and I, or another, could be a veritable encyclopaedia of information, with no actual intelligence to implement the many ideas of wealth (Spiritual, emotional, financial or wisdom). Then, there’s understanding. What is a man without such a moment? Absolutely nothing. Understanding is, with many parts of life, a never-ending journey. You can be wise, successful, wealthy, as well as unknowing, all at the exact same time. It sounds odd, but a lack is just that.

Avoid the tyrannical moments, the incompetence, the silly notion of being brave, a fool, or the narcissistic natures of men and women. Ignore your naivety, your lust, as, instead, become the loved and benevolent king. Suffer no fools and abandon the abandoners. Ignore the fake partners and seek the one that you deserve. A king will only draw to him what he deserves, which means to one and all, that his desires form his very person from bottom to top. What a king thinks and feels, is what he will draw to him and be enacted by the souls surrounding his very aura. If you feel lack, you will receive that lack. If you feel that you will not be loved, then that is what you will become. Unloved. If you do not ‘share’ love, attention and affection, then how can you receive?

Leadership, be that in your daily life, within the home, within the workplace, is not sought by all individual men and yet, it is needed for harmony. We can, of course, defer many decisions, but what is a king without owning his very castle? A shadow of what he could and can be. Despite never being voted into power, a king stands upon his created platform(s) and undertakes the correct course of action, despite any fear or doubt. A decision is just that, ready to be made.  Make a decision, be it right or wrong, as a King can but try.

The king, centred, decisive, loyal to his subjects, stands tall and grasps his duties with strength and passion. It is not enough to be passive, to sit back, as the world never waits for such a man. Move forward, forge plans, bring forward wealth and become majestic with the power within.  A man that does not make decisions when counted upon, can never become a king. He will become indecisive, never reaching the heights of the imposed leadership role. His subjects, adrift, disenchanted, confused and more.

A King lives with integrity, despite making mistakes, which are understood, acknowledged and learned from. He protects his family, his loved ones and friends, whilst presenting and strongly embracing order. The creativity within him, flourishes and is held, enjoyed and loved by the people around his person. Above all, he leaves a legacy that many remember, with no-one forgetting his presence upon the day he no longer remains.

For too long, men have stood upon their own two feet, permitting their lives to move along within a passive nature. Decisions are to be made. Changes to be implemented. Forward thinking and action being undertaken upon each probable moment. Seize your power, embrace your willingness to become more and, above all, make a decision and stick to it. Even if it’s the wrong decision, it’s better to be made than regretted upon a later date. Use the knowledge within you, embrace the wisdom of understanding and enact the play created within your imaginational being.

A king must live within a bountiful mindset, a wealth filled form of thinking. Anything is possible, within reason. All adventures, to be considered and possibly taken. The stories of old, understood and cast aside, the old programs that have had their time within his mind, removed. A king resolves his own issues, rises from any ashes created from his old personality and remains strong. There can be weakness, there can be vulnerability, but through suffering, wisdom and staying strong when everything falls around you, we can forge a person from a shallow existence into a veritable king around mortal man.

Upon a day, when each man stands tall, follows the correct path and holds the hands of loved ones, each king will find their castle and place the bricks upon the land. Upon that day, the queen and king will become the strength to which all will behold. The five senses we hold close to us, are not the source of any power or fortitude, as a man’s strength lies deep within him. No man can stay the same, static, otherwise his life is thrown aside. Those five senses often lie, the conscious mind making decisions that are unjust, unfaithful and inappropriate.

Every king must imagine what he could be, before becoming what he can be. Envision, dream, empower yourself and shift. Reality is ours to control, before the dark and final curtain descends upon us. Above all, no matter what a king understands, no matter the wisdom, the choices made, he’ll be absolutely nothing, without a Queen that sits by his side. She will not use lust against her king and he, at the same time, will keep his willingness in check. She is his hidden strength, the order brought forward to quench his inner chaos.  A king looks for one woman, to be his shield, his strength upon the hard days and his peace when the weight of the world presses against their lives. A worthy woman may never become a queen until, upon a given day, she finds her king (King plus King, Queen plus Queen or King and Queen. Love is… ). A king, above all else, even when the home within which they rest burns around them, will protect his queen above all else. This IS his duty. The children amongst them, his very breath, and without them by his side, he can never be the king he swore he would be.

Such is the will of a king. He bears the burdens of life, for himself and his family. He acquires wisdom from any wealth of teaching and implements knowledge with vast understanding of that wisdom. He is decisive, speaks the word and follows that word with action. Without action, a king is to become nothing. All of this, everything, for his queen.

Experiment

Day 01:

Today, I decided to do something a little different. I know who I am or, at least, I thought I did. Life has a way of creeping up on you and, when you’re happy, it can kick you in the behind. Life can hurt. Life can be amazing. Life is. That’s as simple as it can be explained. Which path, which direction, which thought, will change a person forever. Are we happy, or are we living a lie? One thing is for sure, we hardly ever fix ourselves. Just when you think that you’re okay, there’s another layer to unravel. To expect perfection from another person, let alone yourself, is idiocy running at extreme levels.

I’m here, in this small little house. It’s basic, one single room, with only the absolute essentials to keep me occupied. I’m not permitted to leave this place, but the view from the large window, oh the view, is something to behold. The world is full of beauty and yet, we often allow our thoughts to create devastation to ourselves and others. Especially, the people we purport to love.

That’s why I’m here. No excuses. No lies. No alterations to escape what needs to be done. It’s just me, my mind, my heart and anything in between that they create.  I might even find my very soul and hopefully, purpose.

Day 05:

So many people state that they’re lonely. You’re not alone, truly alone, until it’s just you and you. Nothing else. No pets, kids, partners, family or any other distraction we use to run away from ourselves. I’m here. I cannot escape. I signed the page, and the waiver is astronomical. I accepted this. I’m not climbing the walls, just yet, but I’m suffering. I’m hurting. My mind. My thoughts. They’re hurtful, degrading, shameful expressions of how I see myself. If you were here, you’d more than likely think the same thoughts. We need to let go of the past moments. Every negative notion, word or expression, is part of the old story. It’s done. You can hardly even prove that the situations of old resided within a point of time. Outside of this room, this sculpted hut, I cannot provide proof that the world exists. The supposed 3D, the sights we envision, the smells that we sense, the touch of fingers upon skin, are they real?

I want to leave, but I know that I should stay. This is an experiment, but I really knew that it wasn’t. Too many excuses. Too many self lies.  Don’t run from yourself, as you’re all that you have. Be kind, be brave, wrap your own arms around your body and tell yourself that it’s okay. It will all be okay.

Day 10:

I’m… confused. My only companion, my singular friend, is the person that lights the fire outside the cabin. I want her to speak to me, but that’s against the rules. I haven’t spoken to a single soul, other than my own, in ten days. Then, just then, maybe that’s not true. Maybe every singular thought, tied to emotive energy, flows from me into the ether and strikes against the soul of another. I cannot prove this. I do not know. Radio waves fly through the skies. Bluetooth. Wireless. The proof is there but, hidden from rational teachings. I want the world to mean more to me. I need something else from the world. Wants, needs, are nothing when compared to desires.

I might be going a little crazy. Maybe we’re all crazy, masquerading ourselves to the puppet master’s tune.  Conform. Wear the clothes we tell you to wear, follow, be the same as everyone else. It’s all there in front of us. I’m shaking my head. I’m not here to resolve society’s issues, as I’m here for me. For once, just me, myself, the I within ‘I am’.

Day 15:

Go deep. Even if you have to witness the darkest parts of yourself. All the dank, desperate, despicable emotions buried within. Hold them. Feel them. Let them escape. When you’re down at that level, as low as you can be, you create new roots from whatever ashes you find. Maybe deep depression is something that we all must suffer within our lives. It’s not nice, it’s not poetic or something to shout about, but it’s there. Hold yourself and cry. Let it breath within you. All the moments of despair, loss, suffering and bile.  Let it out.  How can a person tower into the sky, with brittle roots? Eventually, through false notions, we come crashing down. Again. Create solid roots from your sadness.

I’m both proud and ashamed of my thoughts. We are not all meant to be angels. That’s a fallacy, a falsehood that only blind vagrants could believe. Be as authentic as you can be, as you crawl through your own mud. I’m not going to run, or hide, as that’s impossible. Face the demons, or they will taunt you for the rest of your life. Then, upon the day of your end, they’ll remind you of all your mistakes.

I am the sum of my memories. I am a child of my thoughts. My actions are mine alone.  Create your roots within the dark, to ensure the sunshine never burns you to your end.

Day 20:

I don’t know what day it is. I’ve revised so many moments within my memories. Nothing exists outside of this place I’m locked within. I have my thoughts and finally, they are of peace, love, remembrance and this very moment as I’m writing many words. I don’t know where I’m going, just yet, but I’ve envisioned a new home, with someone. Someone special. A new start. It’s what I’ve always wanted. I know that I ‘have’ to be a King amongst men, for the Queen of my life. It’s an odd set of words to use and yet, we love the words spoken upon the screens we find ourselves engrossed within.

I now know that every single thought, creates my reality. I am, more or less, the only person that can change my life. One singular moment can and will destroy so much work, so much peace, but that’s more than likely from my own fears being projected to the world around me. Before I sleep, I must never think ill or negative thoughts. We do not know the power we hold within, despite watching or reading so many magical stories. We’re grounded, but not in a beautiful way, a stranded fashion of the world’s order.

Day 25:

The final day. I am at peace. Solitude, the soledad of my mind, is essential. No longer will I fill my days with vapid television, adverts or meandering moments. I have suffered, mentally, for the longest of times. I have tasted such loneliness and yet, managed to surface on the other side of the most torrential, fierce, destructive notions created from this conscious mind of mine. It’s okay, it’s meant to be, as I know myself far more than I ever have. I now realise how my own mind works. So simple, yet ever so complex.

I’m free, as much as I can be free, from an experimental twenty-five days of solo life. I spend most of my normal life in the same way. I’m never alone, as I’m here within myself. If I cannot find the answer, I will envision the solution. If I do not know the path, I will create the path. If I walk alone, I will ask for someone’s hand to accompany mine. 

I am, after all, the never ending experiment.