Cycles, round and round and round we go, where she stops nobody knows.
I am pretty comfortable in my skin. I don't LARP very often and I do like myself. The older I get though the more I find myself desirous of the company of people. People who want to be around me, also.
Peopling brings a list of problems, all of which are hitting me in the face right now as I am doing a Wealth Course over on Runesoup. I don't 'fit' in there, I love Mr White and find he has an intelligently articulated way of being, that I can understand over many levels. I have to insert myself and continually transmute comments and energies. (Empath right? You can feel the emotion and meaning behind a set of words.) But, when you manifest on a dime, you have great responsibility, not to put negative schizz upon the world, rather own your emotions, work through them, back up to a stable level, lowest vibration love.
And this is where I come undone, expectations and values. No amount of dimes is going to impress me, your garden might. No amount of Maelefica or the pretty way you write it up is going to convince me that Magicking against someone, is going to achieve your highest good. Coming from a different place, it is just as easy to return someones energy, or sigil for them to find what they need to move on, as it is for you to curse someone out. there is no doubt curses work. Each strand of Magick comes at a cost and I rather feel it sells your soul cheaply, if soul is the currency, to decrease someones life or wealth rather than increase your own. It has taken me a year and a lot of shadow work, to get over the last blasts fired. Shh no more on that I manifest so gosh darn quickly.
I have my blog back though, so a nice little "fuck you".
Unfortunately, not many I am meeting seem to have this point of view. Where do I meet loving Magick users? Better yet loving gardening Magick users. Are my expectations too high? I'm not a Saint, but I won't do behind your back. Most of my correspondence except for work, is up front and open. I don't want to delve into realms of backbiting or competitions of power. I have a body of work that speaks for me if you care to look. By golly I have evolved, I know Others must of too.
Where are you my Others, dreamers of dreams, lovers of love and poets making it real. Where are you?
Simply My Thoughts