was a post that I saw, yesterday. From an old acquaintance who, recently, has been taking on the mantle of anti-patriarchal pagan witch champion.
Of course it is, I thought.
Of course it is.
I ponder how I know. As I read, I wondered what the intention of the post is. There were no solutions. There were only corollaries and one-sided assertions. I began to wonder what I could say, perhaps as a reply, perhaps in passing, that might help bring some of these qualities to awareness. Nothing. Nothing was the answer.
So, I moved on.
I have become remarkably clear. I marvel at it. I am astonished by it. Nothing much has changed in my life. Nothing much- only small things. Intimate details. Deep things which cannot be perceived on the material level. Yet this is where the power of the universe lies.
I experience no pause or hesitation when an action does not align with My purpose. I move on. I drop it. It’s gone. Gone from my mind and heart, with as much clarity and confidence as if it had bitten me viciously; I think no more of what might have been. This, obviously, I a huge shift from my life long experiences.
The only wonder left within me is the wonder and awe at my own process. To be enamored with the effectiveness of my Will; to love and cherish the gratitude and awesome power of my compassion.
I wondered again; how do I know? I remember. I was repulsed by that which was not incontrovertible. A claim that could not be disproven; an experience that I found wanting in integrity to rely on, repelled me. I could not abide living in isolation from skepticism or in intellect alone. Although I love to write, and read- literature has a mortal fallacy. It cannot be disproven.
The only thing which could be disproven, I reasoned, was the legitimate phenomena of reality.
And so, I chose to leave behind my great love, literature, and forged ahead into the immediate direct experience. I began to research that which I could disprove. I chose to consciously illuminate the path of truth- incontrovertible truth. I worked with the Earth, with plants, and animals. I worked with the sky, the weather, and water. I worked with myself. Touching, feeling, smelling, seeing, hearing, reacting, rejecting, hating, accepting, loving… experience directly. What I saw was astounding. It was clear. It was incontrovertible. I was in reality and an inextricable part of it.
But I could never have learned to change the weather if I hadn’t first rejected the false reflections.
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