Of Acronyms and Nitwits

“If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Artistic symbols and myths speak out of the primordial, preconscious realm of the mind which is powerful and chaotic. Both symbol and myth are ways of bringing order and form into this chaos.” ~ Rollo May

“Traumatized people chronically feel unsafe inside their bodies: The past is alive in the form of gnawing interior discomfort. Their bodies are constantly bombarded by visceral warning signs, and, in an attempt to control these processes, they often become expert at ignoring their gut feelings and in numbing awareness of what is played out inside. They learn to hide from their selves.” ~ Bessel A. van der Kolk

A sigh, just above the rim of my coffee cup, must mean something. It is one of those days when self-compassion will come in handy. It is one of those days when I have to buck up and prevent myself from getting pissed off at some inconsiderate person, or maybe a nitwit; and they are occasionally one in the same. David Foster Wallace wrote that what other people think of us is none of our business. I’m pretty much with him in that regard. Say some nitwit treats me as if I were a simpleton. Why should that bother me, unless they truly violate my personal boundaries, in which case I can defend myself with some tasty words, or maybe just give a low rumbling growl from the depths of my throat. I like that last option because I doubt that anyone would take that as an insult. But of course I can’t do that. It wouldn’t be polite. Sigh. Now on to more important things. I opened a fresh bag of coffee this morning — Green Mountain brand “Dark Magic”. At this point in my life I need to step back into the magic of the world. That was one of the lessons from Brighid, who met me on the Other Side during my NDE. Magic and laughter — which takes me back to the coffee. If you are going to embrace magic you are going to have to get used to Dark Magic. There is no way around it. That nitwit I mentioned is acting on a low level of magic, of consciousness. And without higher consciousness you might as well just go back to believing that magic isn’t real. I think magic is semi-real yet realer than real. It comes from the imaginal realm, which is a liminal phenomenon that seems to me to be a version of the mercurial borderline that is one condition that makes alchemy viable. Myths and archetypes like to hang out near that border, to give us some semblance of understanding, or maybe feeling, the music that also hangs out at that place. I’m fixin’ to start stumbling over my words here. There is a good possibility that I will get myself riled if I go on trying to describe this realm of magic. Of course the anger would be a low-level expression of the passion for writing, which keeps me interested in writing a blog post most every day. Passion is crucial to magic as it relates to . . . ummmm . . . it is simply all magic, this world. Witnessing the Dark Side these days is kinda sorta lazy, because of the tilt of the cosmic scale. Some nitwit has his thumb on the metaphorical scale, and the Dark Side has become a copious in our world. Sigh. The coffee is good, and nearly gone, and the dawn sky is starting to crank up the lights. I think I will endeavor to stand tall and silent with that nitwit today. I’d best do that because if I just mutter WTF . . . ummm . . . that may not be such a bad idea! Acronyms can sometimes say more than the words they represent. And I’m like all “dude, chill”.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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