“The fey wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.” ~ Charles de Lint
“Do not be a magician – be magic!” ~ Leonard Cohen
What better way to celebrate the full moon, in Leo, than to open with a quote about the Fey, the Faerie folk. I know it is not a good idea to talk about them too much. I’ve seen their energy, but not their form. It was on a deeply cold Massachusetts night, 5º at 1 AM, and there is no mistaking what I saw. If you are a materialist you probably don’t believe in faeries. We are talking about the imaginal realm here. Belief definitely helps in perceiving this realm, for without belief it would be pretty hard to even begin to understand what you were perceiving; but that is just communion I am talking about here, and without communion you are unlikely to grok when you meet. All I saw was an aurora-like field of lights, but I knew what it was, for their language seeped into my heart, regardless of my inability to understand with my brain. It may sound like nonsense, but upon seeing them, a meeting which I vocally requested, I could see them. It helps to have a keen sense of nonsense, yet I jest not, dear friends.
I had a déjà vu this morning that lasted a fair part of five minutes. There’s always a magical feeling when a déjà vu runs so long, like this one did. It almost had the feel of mystical Unity to it. I’ll not claim that, for I am unemployed, and that might look suspect on the resume. Yesterday was somewhat of a lost day, but it came from intention, because I needed the hermit thing, the solitude, with a lack of expectation; soul stuff, blended ever so carefully with this here material reality. Folks tell me that it’s all, this world, an illusion. Yeah, compared to what? Let’s go no further with that one. But I did put some energy toward my job search. We’ll see. It is on the verge of becoming a necessity. It’ll be good to get back out into the mundane workaday world. I’ve come to realize that the grieving I must bear from losing my job at the animal shelter will never quite end. Some grief has to be that way, if for no other reason than you are not only stuck with it, it is also an outgrowth from the roots you left behind. Beauty makes it so. And, you may ask, what comes next? I don’t know, but I do know that I have a lot of room to move these days, and necessarily so. There’s a fair sense of freedom, before the Fates finally lower the boom, making employment a fact. And maybe even after the Fates have their way. That is the nature of fate. The Spirits at play in fate may do little more than giggle at quantum probability and the collapse of the quantum wave. I think I will leave it at that for today. Must be the full moon done got me a little out of phase here. I keep getting glimpses of magic this morning. It’s a fair way, and a gift from the Fair Folk, and I would be daft to say no. So I will say yes. I am daft enough as it is on the natch.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.