hi there...
The past few months have been really difficult for me. I’ve had health issues, I’ve had logistical nightmares at home and at work, and crises of all sorts that have knocked me down. I’ve actually written a lot, but haven’t really posted anything, for lots of reasons. Some of it is written on little scraps of paper (Laurie Anderson playing in my head) and lots of it needs to be polished up a lot for public consumption. (Unlike many, I’m a firm believer in punctuation and reasonable sentence structure).
Most of you, I don’t know, really, or if I do, I don’t interact with you on a daily basis. I’m not looking for hugs or guidance, right now, I think that everyone pretty much has their plates full with their own crap, and frankly, if anyone tells me to go meditate on it, well, I think my response would be pretty rude. I have ups and downs, and I just thought as a way of keeping in touch, I’d share one each of those moments as they were captured in my offline journal with you:
This world is filled with an incredible amount of mystical energy. At many points in my life, I’ve been tapped into it. I understand a lot of how the energy flows, and how to work with it to achieve great things. (still, without spell check, I could never correctly spell the word achieve). The magic has been tainted lately. There is so much evil and greed and hatred, that the energy itself is discolored. Those who I’ve always looked to as masters have become either self-serving, or disconnected from the source. My own connections have been spotty and often unreliable. I think, and maybe I’m just grasping here, but I think that to an extent, my health issues this past year can be associated with that problem. I also think that my health issues are related to my job, and the stress that I place on myself by being in that environment, and some of the methods I use to escape.
My next steps have to be to reground myself and regain my connection to the Earth. It’s funny, I’ve always been such a science fiction buff, and thought that if it was an option, I would eagerly explore the cosmos, and now I think that if I left the planet, my magic would fade away and die. I could be wrong. As much as I’m tuned into the planet, there could be other sources out there, but what if there are not, and my magic is tied to this big blue marble? If I made it past the moon, would I die? Would I become a mere mortal? Would my spark fade or go dormant or wither as we reached Neptune and went beyond?
I am always completely and pleasantly surprised by humanity. Just when I think that this place is beyond hope, I’m presented with an example of people doing something right, something good, something to help. There really is a lot of life left in this planet, if we could just nurture it, help it grow, help it take back the planet from the greed and anger and selfishness and pain. Wherever you can, build it up, DON’T tear it down, don’t run away. Whatever you can do to help heal the planet - if you want to leave a planet here for our next visit, we HAVE to plant the seeds of the future and nurture them. I know this may sound like some green party brochure, but as much as it is an ecological mandate, it’s also a metaphor that applies to the psychic energy that forms consciousness.
The magic is there. It has decayed over the years through misuse and neglect, the same way a yard or a houseplant might. Left alone, the yard would grow wild and be teeming with flora and fauna over time, and take on a life of it’s own. Properly tended it would be a garden fit to sustain human life.
Most of you, I don’t know, really, or if I do, I don’t interact with you on a daily basis. I’m not looking for hugs or guidance, right now, I think that everyone pretty much has their plates full with their own crap, and frankly, if anyone tells me to go meditate on it, well, I think my response would be pretty rude. I have ups and downs, and I just thought as a way of keeping in touch, I’d share one each of those moments as they were captured in my offline journal with you:
This world is filled with an incredible amount of mystical energy. At many points in my life, I’ve been tapped into it. I understand a lot of how the energy flows, and how to work with it to achieve great things. (still, without spell check, I could never correctly spell the word achieve). The magic has been tainted lately. There is so much evil and greed and hatred, that the energy itself is discolored. Those who I’ve always looked to as masters have become either self-serving, or disconnected from the source. My own connections have been spotty and often unreliable. I think, and maybe I’m just grasping here, but I think that to an extent, my health issues this past year can be associated with that problem. I also think that my health issues are related to my job, and the stress that I place on myself by being in that environment, and some of the methods I use to escape.
My next steps have to be to reground myself and regain my connection to the Earth. It’s funny, I’ve always been such a science fiction buff, and thought that if it was an option, I would eagerly explore the cosmos, and now I think that if I left the planet, my magic would fade away and die. I could be wrong. As much as I’m tuned into the planet, there could be other sources out there, but what if there are not, and my magic is tied to this big blue marble? If I made it past the moon, would I die? Would I become a mere mortal? Would my spark fade or go dormant or wither as we reached Neptune and went beyond?
I am always completely and pleasantly surprised by humanity. Just when I think that this place is beyond hope, I’m presented with an example of people doing something right, something good, something to help. There really is a lot of life left in this planet, if we could just nurture it, help it grow, help it take back the planet from the greed and anger and selfishness and pain. Wherever you can, build it up, DON’T tear it down, don’t run away. Whatever you can do to help heal the planet - if you want to leave a planet here for our next visit, we HAVE to plant the seeds of the future and nurture them. I know this may sound like some green party brochure, but as much as it is an ecological mandate, it’s also a metaphor that applies to the psychic energy that forms consciousness.
The magic is there. It has decayed over the years through misuse and neglect, the same way a yard or a houseplant might. Left alone, the yard would grow wild and be teeming with flora and fauna over time, and take on a life of it’s own. Properly tended it would be a garden fit to sustain human life.