Saturday, February 20, 2016

WITCH HUNT: Power of Nothing, Bunnies & The Bloomin Onion

I get a lot of hate mail.

Like, a LOT of hate mail.

It's usually garden variety (amusing) messages about eternal damnation, corrections from extra clever initiates of cults SO secret they haven't been invented yet, critique of my current hair, eyes, nose, mouth, weight and outfit arrangement and a peppering of lewd photos. (Let's be real, those are my favorites...)

That doesn't bother me. It is the law of the Internet.

What I find intriguing however is shaming spawned from within the magickal community--
 
Witches scrambling to tattoo bar codes on other witches.
Witches obsessively charting the metaphysical DNA of others to sanction their own comfort and legitimacy.  
Witches as self appointed despots and humiliating others for their curiosity and desire to learn.

Witches hunting witches.

Weirdly enough, these are the same reasons I stopped identifying as a "punk" in my late teens...

















































The zeitgeist in the magickal community is to believe we are being actively and viciously oppressed by THEM, the OUTSIDE, THOSE PEOPLE, SOCIETY, YA KNOW LIKE EVERYONE when really witches do an excellent job of burning ourselves and require little assistance from a societal specter to waste time and blow ourselves to bits.

 In response to a brief video, a droplet in the cyber ocean, the adept magician will pen a response:

You are too [Insert your favorite] DUMB, ILLITERATE, UNEDUCATED, INEXPERIENCED, SAFE, SHALLOW, INEPT, PLAYFUL, SILLY, SIMPLE, COLORFUL, FLUFFY, FEMALE ((?)) HAPPY ((?)) WEALTHY ((???)) to be a Real Witch.  <--- Real comments, party people.

Now, it's not the bullying that interests me. (Internet, duh.)

What interests me is what this behavior says about the state of magickal thinking.

As magickal/spiritual/path seeking/whathaveyou people, are we really so quick to paint a complete portrait of the character, talents, potential, history and desires of another based on a three minute DIY video-- a brief peek into the window of this person's life?

FIRST LAW OF YOUTUBEMANCY: You See What I Allow You To See.

As magickal people who believe that ANYTHING is possible,
 that the Universe is Infinite and Expanding,
can we truly be confident that a snippet of polite discussion provides us with all necessary information to make an all together unnecessary judgement call on another human and their inner landscape?

That doesn't sound terribly magickal to me. 

That sounds humorless, limited and boring.


SECOND LAW OF YOUTUBEMANCY: Nothing is What it Seems.


 Fuck Second Law of Youtubemancy, how about First Rule of Thinking?


 Isn't knowing that things are never simply just things, but are a story within a story, the poem between the lines, the song hidden under the song the NEXSUS of the Magickal mindset?


EX: Take a peek at this psychedelic hellscape.


























THAT, Moon Babies is the iris of the human eye under a microscope.

You don't want to know what's wiggling around on your teeth...

Nothing is as it seems. It is complicated. It is ALIVE.

If being unwilling to hemorrhage my struggles with illness, addictions, abuses, nightmares, parasitic fears, disturbing trips, pictures of my lunch, a fully annotated bibliography of every text I've digested, vlogs of body exhumation, documentation of snotty sobbing, stories about my stalker and detailed descriptions of bodily functions to a stranger in the grocery store (or to millions of strangers in cyberspace) means I can't be a Real Witch, a Real Magician and am doomed to be forever exiled to the Fluffy Bunny Territories?

I'm okay with that. 

Boundaries. They are a good thing. 

But ALSO Because--


Nothing is ever as it seems.

So what now?

 I am challenging myself, and invite you to participate, in remembering that we know Nothing. 

Remembering that what we experience through our semi gelatinous eye holes and process through our slowly dying jello-of-the-skull is only a crack in the wall, only a key hole we peek through...

Remembering that we have grown sleepy and aloof to the fact that your cat, your coffee, your lover, your blooming cactus, your thoughts are all bits of dirt and shit and electricity cobbled together and covered in organisms building their own empires...

Remembering that we are alchemists trying to pull away the veil, peel back the layers and see the succulent flesh, star cogs and knock-knock jokes of Dame Nature...

Remembering that we are all cubist masterpieces descending the staircase, All Things at Once that are late for work, full of moving blood and the Goddess and give no fucks about your Official Occult Fan Club Membership Card...

What I'm trying to say is we're all blooming onions. 




I challenge you to Remember that Nothing is Ever As It Seems.

IT is never simple. Ever.

IT is scary, confusing, wonderful, disgusting, poetic, infuriating, endlessly sexy, possibly evil, definitely dangerous, capable of ferocious Love, inherently magick and much like my friend the Bloomin' Onion--

 utterly delicious.

Let's Remember and SEE, Lovers.


From Your Fluffy Bunny, XO