“People believe, thought Shadow. It’s what people do. They believe, and then they do not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjuration. People populate the darkness; with ghost, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe; and it is that rock solid belief, that makes things happen.” ~ Neil Gaiman, American Gods
The strain from maintaining positive thinking has me fatigued. I have optimism issues, maybe even some kind of disorder. In fact, there is no maybe about it; bipolar 2 disorder and PTSD. Neither keeps me from optimism, they just make it seem unnecessary. It’s a mysterious feeling, but I give it its mystery and let it ride at that. Some things just have to be that way. You can’t know everything. I gave myself a gift yesterday, I visited an good friend in her New Age shop, Optimysm, downtown. I don’t usually do business plugs, and this isn’t really a plug so much as it is a matter of fact. My friend is a publicly admitted witch. I admire that, admire her ‘outing’ herself, but I might be included in that same category because I am pretty much a Druid, so my admiration arises from fellowship, so it should come as no surprise. Wicca has been reported as the fastest growing religion in this country. And it is about magic, which is one of my favorite causes. Magic is real, folks; you can really hack into the cosmic mainframe and alter the way things happen. History has cast aspersions, painting magic as a dance with the Dark Side. Balderdash. Magic demystified will show itself to be a simple fact of life. I’m pretty sure that it will be acknowledged by science, by and by. And I am fairly sure that magic is what can be found when one loosens up enough to hear what the late great Terence McKenna called the Cosmic Giggle. And while we are at it, I believe in UFOs as well. Take the Rendlesham Forest Incident in Great Britain for example. The incident covered three days back in 1980. The evidence, and reports by witnesses trained to pay attention and report clearly, is compelling. Eventually this incident will raise public awareness of UFOs enough to make an impact on civilization at large. The weirdnesses of the world is not actually weird at all, it is just that we’uns just ain’t figured it out yet. I love this kind of stuff, and I have seen magic work, I have been in a Wiccan sacred circle ritual. It might blow your mind to experience the palpable magic of such a ritual. I highly recommend it. So, why am I on this tack this morning? Boy howdy I sure wish I knew why! But I know for sure, I can feel it as well, and it arises from my highly rigorous efforts to maintain an operational sense of optimism. I’ve been caged by my disorders, much like the beautiful girl in today’s closing photograph. That is Persephone, a cat who is healing from a grievous wound, a wound that is the first thing to make me cry since I have worked at Stray Hearts Animal Shelter. When I showed the wound to one our medical workers she shuddered and turned away. I choked up and cried. But Persephone is better now. Because she was a stray I got the honor of giving her a name, and Persephone is the name that came to me without pause, because in Greek mythology Persephone is the Goddess who entered the darkness of the Underworld. She dies for half a year then arises in the Springtime. Persephone the cat faced a near-fatal wound, and she is coming back now. This may seem to you to be a rather rough analogy, but the fact is that what I am trying to describe is something that enters into this mundane level from the realm of the unspeakable, which Terence McKenna call ‘unlanguageable’. No words folks. No words. Magic is like that. It works alright but it ain’t so easy to explain it. But like a scientific experiment results can be repeated through numerous efforts. Healing is like that as well, which is a good thing since we must heal many times, in many ways, throughout our magical lives. Persephone the cat used up one of her nine lives recently. She will be my role model for a while. Her magic might rub off on me. Say, is my topic making sense to you this morning? I don’t quite get it either, but I feel it in my heart and soul. Magic is real.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.