Being A Nice Human

Here it is.
The first official blog from someone who is sincerely
trying to Be A Nice Human.

It's not always easy. I like to use the word "cunt" a lot.
Luckily for the more tender-hearted readers out there, I probably won't be needing to say that too much, as I have high hopes for my life from this moment on to unfold in a manner that is as un-cunty as possible. It may happen though, so be warned.

Now that we've been introduced, I would like to welcome you. And no matter how you've found your way here, I just want to let you know - God led you here today, cunt.

Let's just wait a minute.....
Oh good, the Raymond fans and fundamentalists have gone. Now that we're among friends, let's get down to the business at hand.
I hope to spend some time exploring this vector of cyberspace with you, "my people", heh.

I have no idea what will come out, but I will tell you that I am an explorer, a sytems-buster, a diva-starseed. As such I have some pretty cool tales to tell. I will speak my truth at all times, and without reservation, and in the process, hope to inspire you to do the same. Unless you feel like lying outrageously in the name of entertainment, which is of course, highly encouraged.

So what does it really mean: Being A Nice Human?
There's a lot to it. Being kind to yourself is a big part of it. Keeping a sense of humour is another part. Seeking true quality in your relationships is yet another, and today that last bit rings especially true for me.

When you find people you can be truly yourself around, treasure them! And if, after some time, you realise that you can't do that any more, thank them and say goodbye.
I did that today with my best friend Rod.

A screaming queen from Aspendale, he was growing tits and modelling for Chanel (so he claims) by the age of 16. He became a star of Melbourne's underground scene in the late 80's, later graduating to techno dj demi-god status in the 90's, then left it all a few years ago in his quest to re-invent himself as a beachcombing fisher-of-men type (I mean that literally), who's retreated to the idyllic climes of Byron Bay in order settle into tronik-guru-hood. He has entertained, loved and protected me above all others for nearly 15 years. I was referred to as "the wife" for at least half that time. And we were fierce together in the old days. Him tall and Anglo-beautiful, me, petite and Asian-hot. We met in the clubs and bonded over Stoli vodka and taking the piss out of "the industry" and badly-dressed fashion victims. Later came an offer for us to co-host a tv show which never eventuated, but after the meetings we'd eat Japanese food and talk about our crazy love-lives. We were inseparable for a long time. Sometimes we lived together, but we'd spend hours on the phone when we didn't, we shared music and dancefloors together, put together some out-there Kabuki performance on stage once, did underground dance music radio shows together, would divulge searingly hot gossip to each other that people would've DIED if they'd had any inkling we knew about, we travelled into other dimensions together, fed each other tales of the paranormal, laughed until we cried, and like all true friends, even made each other cry sometimes too. I couldn't imagine a life without him.

Lately though, what we had seems like a dream in a far-off fantasy, dreamlike and blurry in places. At some point we just stopped growing together. Then we stopped liking each other. And now it's over.
It's all been arrived at without words too, and in a bittersweet way, I feel grateful that at least we still have the ability to read each other's minds.

So today, Being A Nice Human means that no matter how much you love somebody, if the path you once shared got splintered along the way and you've lost sight of the way back to each other, you have to let them go with love and keep walking your own road. Being A Nice Human is loving yourself enough to not accept anyone or anything that dimishes your ability to be true to yourself, and having others reflect that back to you with their authentic love and respect.

There's a dignity in realising that the quality just isn't there anymore and acknowledging that it's ok to move on. It's not just sensible and kind, it's an utterly necessary step in your own evolvement.
Find others that can share your frequency.

This consciousness guiding the hands that type these words only has one go at being "Liz Millar". I want to get it right. If this same consciousness exists in the past or future as "Vladimir" or "Jane" or "Diego" or "Salome", then maybe some of the truths I've picked up, and still hold as codes in my DNA, have taught me something: It's the knowledge that we will always be connected.

Real love, after all, is not based on attachment.

And no matter how similar or different someone else's path may be to yours right now, all roads end up at the same place anyway : )

"Love was the impelling motive for manifestation, and love it is that keeps all in ordered sequence: love bears all on the path of return to the Father's bosom, and love eventually perfects all that is. It is love that builds the forms that cradle temporarily the hidden inner life, and love is the cause of the disruption of those forms, and in their utter shattering, so that the life may further progress."
Alice Bailey