Witches Haven

BULLSHIT BY ANY OTHER NAME? STILL STINKS.

Shhhhhhh - its a secret! It is all bullshit. The rituals? The pop-culture books? The robes, the wands? All bullshit my friends.

It is make-believe. Fantasy for grown-ups. Carlos Castenada and Tolkien taken far too seriously. An excuse to dress up in hooded robes and pretend a power that they don't possess.

Usually men, although there are more than a few women who like to play dress-up as well.

It is a bitter, bitter pill to swallow; this finally reckoning that it is all bullshit. Unless the goal is make a few bucks, in which case? There is a neverending stream of the gullible, struggling for a chance to throw their cash for their own mantle of invisibile kingly (queenly) robes.

I look at my bookshelves and realize how much of it is crappola. No more relevant than the bible. Stories, imagings, delusions of grandeur. And worse, blatant money grabs. (Insert a pointed glare at the California bunch.)

Does Magick exist? Ah, such a question - Oi Vey!

Yes, it does exist, in my reality, it exists. Are there rational explanations, perhaps or perhaps the rational explanations have not yet been discovered. Works for me, that's all that matters at this point in time.

I will continue to do my whole spiritual thing, seeking, learning, acquiring knowledge. I'll dismiss the bullshit and hopefully, it won't leave too much of an odour behind and if there is? A little air freshener will do the trick. Smell, like glamours, dissipate quickly when faced with something substantial.

All of it? All toys. S'all pretend, a silly game for people who can't face reality. Who can't face the fact that they are faulty human beings.
BUT and herein lies the rub: we can aspire toward truth and knowledge, be more than is our legacy as members of the human species. The trick? Kill the ego. Kill the damn thing. No one can direct our enlightenment, it all comes from within.

Stop, for Christ's sake (pardon the pun) STOP looking for leaders. There are none. There never were. Just egos. Some egos larger than others.

THAT, was the Guardian of the Stairway for me. Understanding that ego was all that stopped me from moving ahead. Misinterpreting false Magi because their egos were glamours. Glamours that had me fooled, to give myself SOME credit, their glamours didn't have me hoodwinked for long. Believing that <they> somehow, knew more, understood more than did I.

Ego isn't the sign of a leader, it is the glamour of the false leader. The phoney teacher. Ah, but don't let them know that you know that they know nothing. Don't reflect their own failings back at them!
Oh my, no - don't you do it.

Happened to me recently. At first? I was pretty pissed because I saw it as cowardice by someone I had WANTED to respect. It is never easy to be faced with having made an error in judgement. Imagine at 48 years of age, having to face the bald fact that I had been hoodwinked, again.

Luckily, I had the presence of mind to have sought advice from someone worthy of my respect. He simply showed me that my own judgement was sound enough and to go with it.

He further mentioned that I need nobody to teach me how to live according to Thelemic teachings. How to apply philosophies into my life and to find my way across the Abyss. I need no man. I need no woman to do this. When I hit a snag, I have an advisor. I have a man and a woman who shine with an inner light. No egos. None. They are what they are and don't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks.

If I can attain so much as a glimmer of their inner light? I will have had a life not lived in vain and THAT is all there is. No Pagan communities, no forced civility at events, no feigning good will when I feel none - no Oasis, no O.T.O. none of it to be taken too seriously.

The grains of truth lost behind hooded robes, special wands and inanities.

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