12.12.12

There are truths galore, happenstance on every corner, a wry and sly smile that crease the lips of all the balderdash and blither—all in a day’s work.

Where are you right now?  On what path, what searching moment that seers the mind into a realization: A place of worship?  A dance between seconds? A place where 12/12/12 is not the end but the beginning of the world, a new world, the answers you weren’t ready to see…yes, a slice of eternity.

Believe in the whole, the one, the ton of fun along the azure plains.  See a chance.  Take a chance.  Give a well-planned out idea a reason to work, to jump start the vehicle that will get you there….

Today is much more magical that the day before, because the day before is a fleeting memory.  Do you even remember yesterday, or the day before?  So, forget about it…and slam dunk a high five.  Live on the edge, on the verge, the fringes, the outer limits of your most colorful mind…for this is and will be the day of amazing starts, of magical meanderings.

All that is good is converging on your genuflecting mind.  All that is worthy of attention is growing in leaps and bounds with renewed vigor and possibilities that have come back around, like horses on a carousel, or new loves over an inclination—another dedication to your cleaned-up dream.

Dream clean.  Dream with a passion to see its completion.  Dream in and out of consciousness, so both worlds become one, so you can grasp the meaning behind the curtain, the shroud of 1,000 facades that hang in the balance.

Today is another day, but it is more than that. You are more than that. You are the herald of good will, the inspiration to instill, the last ditch effort to build a trans-cosmic train across the universe, a time machine that saves your grandparents from falling in love with the ugly reprobates along the boulevards.

Believe in the magic, the ensuing conspiracy to help you catapult an ideal, a worthy cause thrown into the malleable universe. Then the magic will believe in you, will aid you in your pursuits of greatness along the byways, the spillways of people and things and ideas that have gone by and have been lost in foggy minds and unclear dreams, and lost hopes and a slew of reasons that are about as factual as Pluto not being a planet anymore.

See all the way to the mystery of today.  Take a long look at what you have done…and dust it off, and begin again.  Be so excited and determined and committed that nothing can stop you, and you will arise and live and become and dream and witness your destiny running alongside you as you sprint and yell and shout and guffaw and clamor for accolades from the parades and charades that most look at as mere spectators in the game of your life.

The magic begins by believing you can see it, do it, have it and become it.

Let your mind wander free and you will create and become the magic that abounds.