So. It looks like this is going to be the trend, here, for a while. One or two posts a dat, of little to no consequence, except to tell you how the previous day went, or what I hope to accomplish.
Sweet mother of fuck that sounds boring.
I'm bored. I don't know what happened, or when, but in what I'm hoping is a massive conicidence, everyone to whom I was talking, with whom I was either communicating or trying to communicate, has suddenly disappeared into her or his work. I've been trying to do the same, but with the poorly defined parameters OF my work, at present, it makes it rather difficult.
You see, I want to be able to discuss the things that interest me, without people becoming disgusted, or filled with some sense of disingenuous, clichéd disdain. Fuck disingenuous, clichéd disdain. I want people who engage a subject, even if it's not for them, but who'll fucking talk about things, do things work on...
I saw a pigeon, Wednesday, on the sidewalk. It was on what was left of its back and its head and all the flesh and organs of the inner torso were missing. The bones of the ribs were still there, they were still intact, and were clean white.The wings were splayed out at the side, as if in mid-flight. (Mystica - [China]) There were tiny spatters of blood, in a drip pattern, from the edge of the sidewalk to the place where the carcass lay.
Why would I tell you this? Why in the Hell would I go about describing so grisly and disturbing a scene, in a most stark and upsetting manner? Well. Truth is, I found it important. It's Imbolc, innit? And what better way to recognise the "eternal return" than by remembering what gets us there. Also, I'm wondering what other scryers and augurs in the audience might pull (*ahem*) from this.
I've started reading Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell and I have the distinct feeling that I either should not be reading this, or that I should be making everyone in my even cursory acquaintance read it and discuss it with me.
Warren Zevon - [Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School]--- My stomach feels not so good, and I should probably do something to settle it. I'll see you all later.
Sweet mother of fuck that sounds boring.
I'm bored. I don't know what happened, or when, but in what I'm hoping is a massive conicidence, everyone to whom I was talking, with whom I was either communicating or trying to communicate, has suddenly disappeared into her or his work. I've been trying to do the same, but with the poorly defined parameters OF my work, at present, it makes it rather difficult.
You see, I want to be able to discuss the things that interest me, without people becoming disgusted, or filled with some sense of disingenuous, clichéd disdain. Fuck disingenuous, clichéd disdain. I want people who engage a subject, even if it's not for them, but who'll fucking talk about things, do things work on...
I saw a pigeon, Wednesday, on the sidewalk. It was on what was left of its back and its head and all the flesh and organs of the inner torso were missing. The bones of the ribs were still there, they were still intact, and were clean white.The wings were splayed out at the side, as if in mid-flight. (Mystica - [China]) There were tiny spatters of blood, in a drip pattern, from the edge of the sidewalk to the place where the carcass lay.
Why would I tell you this? Why in the Hell would I go about describing so grisly and disturbing a scene, in a most stark and upsetting manner? Well. Truth is, I found it important. It's Imbolc, innit? And what better way to recognise the "eternal return" than by remembering what gets us there. Also, I'm wondering what other scryers and augurs in the audience might pull (*ahem*) from this.
I've started reading Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell and I have the distinct feeling that I either should not be reading this, or that I should be making everyone in my even cursory acquaintance read it and discuss it with me.
Warren Zevon - [Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School]--- My stomach feels not so good, and I should probably do something to settle it. I'll see you all later.
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Date: 2007-02-02 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-02 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-02 08:26 pm (UTC)damien, dear damien, let me say this clearly: I have offered to talk to you many times about what you are "working on" and have yet to receive anything from you but vague allusions, tentative descriptions and foreshortened ranty complaints. If one of the things you are working on is the study of Magick from a socio-psycho standpoint, then by all means, TALK! But don't give me (and others who are silently reading) the disdainful, dismissive attitude that those in your "peer group" are giving you.
I know Magick. I studied it for YEARS. Alongside some incredibly learned people. I lead a coven. Was hand-fasted in my first wedding. Sought, with my best friend, a way to integrate Buddhism and Catholicism into Wicca and Enochian ways. Followed several different prescribed programs to "initiation". I know my shit. I have yet to see you say much at all about what you are delving into in a way that anyone here can discuss. You have my number, you have my email, you need someone to bounce ideas off of? Here I am. But I suspect you are not happy with what you perceive as the knowledge base of those around you? You seem to presume you are the only one carrying around your depth of understanding? Many's the time I was surprised too to find out the depths of understanding or ignorance to those I tried to discuss. But if the principles of Crowley and Blavatsky have taught me anything it was that "Everyone has something to give you, it is your job to find out what that is and use it accordingly"
I'd like to see you apply that lesson.
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Date: 2007-02-02 11:32 pm (UTC)I know what I'm doing, what I'm trying to do, and where I'm trying to go with it. I know that, all around me, there are people who have useful and interesting perspectives.
At this point, it's about figuring out how to fit those people into what i already have and know.
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Date: 2007-02-03 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 02:25 am (UTC)