So, on Monday I had an appointment with my endocrinologist. She is a wonderful woman and we chat like girlfriends when I am there. Sometimes we even discuss the medical issues at hand when we stop gabbing long enough for one of us to bring up the topic. So, we get to talking about my reactions and health with regard to my current dosage of what I fondly refer to as my ‘girl pills’. This causes me to blurt out, “So, when do I get breasts?” Ha! I bet you didn’t see that line coming.
So, on Monday I had an appointment with my endocrinologist. She is a wonderful woman and we chat like girlfriends when I am there. Sometimes we even discuss the medical issues at hand when we stop gabbing long enough for one of us to bring up the topic. So, we get to talking about my reactions and health with regard to my current dosage of what I fondly refer to as my ‘girl pills’. This causes me to blurt out, “So, when do I get breasts?” Ha! I bet you didn’t see that line coming.
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I thought I would switch focus this week and go back to a thread that I had begun a while back in which I discuss my thoughts about magic. Specifically, magic from my point of view. I am sure that I will offend all sorts of other people, but then, that is what makes magic so much fun! Magic, in general, is a very personal thing, despite what mass produced occult literature might have you believe. If you have read much of what I write (I know there must be about two of you), you will understand that I am disinclined to believe you can simply open up the latest paperback occult tome, light a candle, chant some pithy poem and then expect fortune to smile down upon you and drop your Amazon wish list at your front door courtesy of this new super-hot FedEx guy/girl who asks you out on a dinner date (though, in my imagination, I get the guy AND the girl). Nevertheless, I wholly endorse a magical path through life, difficult as it may be, because I believe it makes you, not necessarily a better person, but certainly a deeper, more thoughtful, and focused one. To that end, I thought I would present some additional thoughts on magical practice with our guide, Mr. Dean R. Koontz who happened to provide some interesting quotes from his latest novel, Ashley Bell, which was the genesis for this post. Initiatory work sucks. I mean that in the nicest way possible. It is just that the work itself is quite difficult. The self-analysis; seeking the next great internal vista to explore; finding new and varied pitfalls, some of which are very deep and require considerable effort to climb out of; licking wounds and healing from said experience of stepping off a cliff. The list goes on. Those of you who walk this path understand this well. Those of you about to embark on this type of journey, you have been given fair warning. Those of you who have never considered this, well, now is your opportunity. With all of this being said, I would like to take that context and talk about my mother.
It is unusual getting a sort of do-over in the middle of life. You live your life entirely one way for so long and then realize, oops, no, that isn’t me. I need to rethink this thing. Of course, my “rethink” resulted in a rather drastic shift that not only forced the overhaul of my world, but did the same to quite a lot of people around me. It was a near impossible thing to do, but not doing so would have had a likely tragic end for me, which would still result in a world shift for everyone around me. Either way, it was an inevitability. Life is a series of inevitable events, but those events can be shaped to greater or lesser degree by our awareness.
Every year it seem like I am spending a lot of time watching and saving frogs that decide that my pool would make a rather nice home. Now I realize these are not the most rational animals, no wait, not rational at all. What I meant is, you would think instinct would drive them away from said Venus Flytrap. However, the lure of crystal clear water and surrounding lounge furniture appeals far too much to their sense of luxurious living, so, in they go. Now, given enough time, soaking up that wonderful drug cocktail of algaecide, chlorine, mineral remover, and a PH that is not amphibian friendly makes them quite out of it and they have no idea why. In their drugged stupor, they still keep on soaking up the high lifestyle until, one day, they expire in the skimmer basket.
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Lasciel AnnwynnI am one of those. Yes, that kind. I poke around in the corners and lesser explored paths of life looking for it's mysteries. There is so much magic in the world when you open your perception to it. Look with eyes of wonder. Archives
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