The Medicine Chest

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My Rosie, at 8 months old, stalking mice in the ceiling.

“He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder.”  ~ Tad Williams

“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.” ~ Albert Einstein

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” ~ Arthur C. Clark

There is one major relief this morning, and I reckon it says it all. It is one of those rare mornings when I woke up feeling I am in another world; just a little quantum phase-shifting, nothing serious. It’s Hugh Everette’s Many Worlds Interpretations. It gets confusing, so I won’t go into it. My brain is too foggy so far today. And I’m just fine with that. Rosie is on my lap, and my ears are hissing up front of a rather large range of persistent neurological frequencies. Tinnitus sucks. Poor me, right? Yeh, whatever. I’m still deeply puzzled by the fact that the medicine chest in the bathroom unlatched yesterday morning. I was brushing my teeth when I heard the click of the latch. I looked over to see the cabinet door swing slowly open. I tried debunking the phenomenon, but I wasn’t able to pull it off. Some force, ghost or spirit, unlatched the door. So now comes the open-mindedness it will take to figure out who or what opened that door. It will take  listening of the internal type. Taken in a symbolic or archetypal view it holds rich metaphors and stories, this cabinet door. There are really only two places to start in niggling out meaning. You can go with Carl Jung or you can go with Monty Hall. What’s behind door number two? Heck, I might look through and see Narnia, or friggin Mordor. Nah, I’ll just wait. I’ve got a good idea just who might do such a thing. We were still within the cusp of the Winter Solstice so the Veil was still fairly well open. It’s all about magick. And I feel certain that whoever or whatever opened that door did so with intent to do more than simply troll up a WTF reaction. I most certainly experienced that reaction, but I know there is more to it than that. Tis a mystery of sufficiently large scope. It’s a good way to start the day, even though it happened yesterday. Time is tricky that way.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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