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A Mad World, My Masters
The world likes to oblige us.
It shapes itself as best it can to our perceptions of it.
When I was doing Wicca the world obliged me with low-grade magic- synchronicities, amazing coincidences, omens and the like.
Now I'm no longer doing Wicca the world has settled down quite a bit. It conforms to the views of the middle-aged rationalist it thinks I've become.
But I'm not fooled. I know just know how giddy it can be.
It shapes itself as best it can to our perceptions of it.
When I was doing Wicca the world obliged me with low-grade magic- synchronicities, amazing coincidences, omens and the like.
Now I'm no longer doing Wicca the world has settled down quite a bit. It conforms to the views of the middle-aged rationalist it thinks I've become.
But I'm not fooled. I know just know how giddy it can be.
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Which of course, gives rise to the thought of what the world truly looks like....
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Whimsy
"*Must* you tread so heavily?"
and
"Would you mind terribly wearing something other than those detestable stiletto heels? How do you think it feels to have sharp pointy objects digging into your skin? Why not try and nice pair of flats? Or perhaps this soft pair of slippers?"
Re: Whimsy
My pagan days
Re: My pagan days
I guess I'm still a Pagan, but it's no longer a religious affiliation, more like a point of view.
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These two sentences made my lips stretch into a wide, wry smile. Bravo.
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