Dreams of Ireland kept me company this morning. This time, London was somehow between where I was in County Clare and Galway. Shakespeare became famous after he moved to London. As a result of Shakespeare's passions, he had great adventures. He had love. He had fame. But he also lost it all. He was trapped between two worlds, two religions, two families, and two women. Shakespeare was human, after all.
I dreamt of Inis Oirr the other morning. An island of rocks. Great piles of stone cross-cross the landscape like a giant tattoo. It somehow reminded me of Queequeg, the noble savage from Melville's Moby Dick. His face, dotted with tattoos just as his speech was dotted with wisdom. "Call me Ishmael," is almost as famous a first line as "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth."
Perhaps London is calling after all. Ireland certainly is....
The Universe has given me opportunities to understand the things that eluded me in love. The complexities. Also known as the human factor. How someone can both love and hate you at the same time. It's not real love when that happens. Real love does not change. A hard fact to face. On both ends of the spectrum. It's the white whale of all emotions.
We want to believe the people we love, love us, too. But, most people don't even know what love is. Similar to whalers in the 19th century, believing whales were really just big fish. Shakespeare thought he loved his wife...until he met his soul mate.
The sad part is, Shakespeare and his true love never married. He felt obligated to stay in what was a loveless marriage for his children. In the same vein, whales were hunted to near-extinction--even after it was determined that whales are not fish, but mammals, just like humans. Except, whales have bigger brains.
No matter how much one heart yearns for another, if the other person refuses to acknowledge their true feelings, that lost-love becomes immortalized not in the form of children, but through things like this--essays, poetry, songs, sonnets, and plays. Like the lost lives of whales immortalized in scrimshaw carvings housed in historic buildings in New England. Who would use the teeth of the dead as a canvas??? Safe to say, some forms of artistic expression are more brutal than others....
Ishmael and Queequeg were lovers in Moby Dick...the white whale indeed. Did you really believe that men were stuck together in the bottom of a whaling ship for sometimes three or more years and weren't fucking??? Human sexuality, like human love, has always been fluid. It evolves, grows, changes, expands. I wish people did, too.
Christopher Marlowe was born the same year as Shakespeare; Chris was a bit of a white whale himself. Marlowe's birthday was February 24th, but he was baptized on February 26th. A #224 and a Pisces--how magical. Unlike Shakespeare, Marlowe had a formal education. And yet, Marlowe wanted to believe in the unseen. In the occult. He wanted to see what Shakespeare could see so easily. Marlowe was Shakespeare's muse, but it was Shakespeare who inspired Marlowe to look for something bigger than himself. To find God, or Heaven, or both. It's too bad Marlowe found Hell instead. Everyone born on #224 ends up sacrificing themselves. Dying young. Or rather, younger than they should. It's all about the choices we make. When you choose to be a martyr, you're bound to die sooner rather than later.
Shakespeare and Marlowe may have been Twin Flames, born a mere two months apart. They first met in London. Guess where Melville's first book was published? Yup, London. When I was researching a little about Marlowe, the page I was reading online did one of those weird tech-blips and suddenly, I was staring at a map of Ireland. Can't make this stuff up, lol. But then again, it is a day of numerical symmetry: 721217
I took out the "0" in "2017" because it holds no numerical value, but in numerology, "0" is connected to the divine. If you simplify "721217," you get "11," or awakening.
#2121 indicates the need to get to know yourself and make the right choices for your future in order to move forward; it simplifies to "6." #2121 is sandwiched between #77, the number for miracles. Today is a day where you can make a decision about your future and miracles will help make it happen. My miracle for today? Why, as usual, it is you, dear readers. And now, from 103 countries!!! I'm humbled and grateful for that fact each and every day.
I was born not too far from where the fictional whaler in Moby Dick left for its adventures on the open seas. Melville and I are both Leos, too--our birthdays are but one day apart. Well, one day and 152 years, but still...the no-coincidence-rule applies. I even walk on a prosthetic brace, or, a peg-leg, like Melville's maniacal myopic sea-captain, Ahab. Maybe I'm more like Ahab than I realize, obsessing over nothing more and nothing less than a big fish bent on my destruction.
Everything is connected: I was just in Ireland recently, tracing my Irish roots. But, the first European city I ever traveled to was London. And yes, I studied Shakespeare. I talked my way into the archives of the Shakespeare Library in DC, too--you usually need an appointment. Both Marlowe and Shakespeare would have been proud of me. I just did the same thing at the Trinity College Library in Dublin. It's the boobs; they're fantastic. Not that it matters in matters of love. Heidi Klum, known as "The Body" in the modeling world, was abandoned by her baby-daddy before she met Seal. Halle Berry hasn't had an easy time of it either. And, poor Bridget Moynahan! Abandoned while pregnant by Tom Brady. The list goes on and on and on. Some of the most beautiful, talented women in the world have been left for dead by jerk-offs who took them for granted. So, I'm in good company.
I joke about my ample assets, and, they do help me win individual battles, but it is my words that will win the overall war. And, it is a war, make no mistake. I have had to fight for every inch of my life It's exhausting and I am exhausted. Sleep, perchance to dream? Ah, yes...for, the play is the thing, isn't it??? All the world's a stage, and the women and men merely players. Each of us has many roles throughout our lifetimes. Which is not as I like it...not at all. I prefer consistency. Don't you???