It feels very odd to be doing this. To be typing while ideas and thoughts are forming in my head trying to force themselves out. The immense wonder of my inner most self has never been something that I have tried to express in the arena of meter and prose. Not until now anyway. I still cannot claim with any real firmness in my fist that I will stay on this train of self realisation. It can be noted with some confusion and amazement that this toe tip into the world of anonymous ramblings has even occurred!
A natural segue at this point would be to look into the possible reasons ("real" and or "imagined" depending on your perception of perception) for this entirely unsolicited change in view on "self imposed homework".
First and foremost my dearest and closest fellow lady warriors have been throwing this idea of all having blogs!?? (wtf???) Why???Another project that does not get done so that we can berate ourselves for our shortcomings and terrible writing!!???? Not it! As I am writing this I am quite sure that was not a tipping point....
The next invitation to this was an impromptu visit with a few of the aforementioned ladies where we were subject to the inner workings of making a personal blogspot. It looked fun really. So now this could not be an excuse anymore - it's too hard (read with winy voice). Still not really the tipping point......
There have been in my life lately (in the last 6-8 months) many synchronicities and revelations. The thought of writing them down or recording in some way has really been tugging at my brain. But that is too much like journaling, schmournaling. Nope. Still not it.
The next thing that happened is really what I think really made me want to start to use this megaphone of a digital nature.
In July I made the transition from "Maiden form" to moving forward with grace into the "Queen's vale of years". With this transition I have pledged to follow some "tuggings of my heart" that have been pulled with the force of a hormone fuelled summer camp tug of rope war! One of these has been to look with the seriousness of a cleric's study at a lifestyle that includes the observation of all the forms of life on this planet as being equal and in complete connection with one another. In doing this I have been brought back to my original (tween age times) thoughts on how I truly feel about religion. To put a label on my feelings and interaction style with this planet I choose to align myself with the Pagans or Witches of the Earth. This allowing myself to follow my secret voices more and more has led me down a path that is vibrating with love, magick, answers, belonging, abundance and all the joy life has to offer.
Calling me most is Magick and all it's forms. It bombards us everyday everywhere. Learning to see it more and more has been a treasure that I do not think I will ever forget. *These above ramblings have not been nought.
A ritual of Magick of all things was the final push that sent me spiralling down a rabbit hole of confusion and maybe even a little disgust at the total betrayal of my ideals. So what happened? How did Magick make me want to reach out to the masses.Well maybe not reach out to them but secretly send them an unsigned card and pretend to not be mad when they do not know who it is from.
A Beautiful place to start doing a Ritual
This is the place (the Internets) that I can reach out and tell as many people as I can how awesome - literally - Magick made me feel! THIS was my Tipping Point! I had a real problem and doing an actual ritual fixed it! This is amazing to me because I really deep in my heart did not think it would work. That is so @$#%ing cool!!!!!
So this being a comfortably sufficient start to my new career of publishing gawbulldy gook I am going to sign off here and save the story of the Magick for another wonderful day :)
Thank you for spending your time reading this.
Aija Grey
