Monday, July 10, 2006 - Way Woo-Woo

I confess. I believe in miracles and magic and all the things most folks wish they could believe in, but dare not. I came to this attitude naturally, mystic-born as I was. Even so, I’ve backed my strange purview with decades of study that began with The Bible and continues on well past quantum theory and elemental magic.

Books occupy every cranny of my home sweet home, with nary a romance or mystery among them. Oh, there’s fiction, to be certain, as I’m a firm believer that fiction is a powerful tool for teaching and for social evolution. Since my particular interest is consciously applied quantum principles, a.k.a. magic, my fiction collection comprises popularized myth, fantasy, and science fiction. But the bulk of my books are non-fiction explorations into how Mind interacts with matter to create our experience.

For the record, I’ve conducted my own experiments and have experienced unequivocal personal successes ~ all quietly done in private. The ol’ take my word for it, it works kind of thing. Only I knew what I knew.

Until the other day.

Ah, a brief digression. Despite my broad definition of existence, I tend not to give too much stock to “evil.” That it manifests is obvious. But I give it no powers beyond any other expression of energy, except to say that, weighted as it is with human superstition, “evil” is naturally and strongly attracted to human fear.

Which was all a very nice theory until the election of 2004. Not only was the outcome a crushing blow to my heart, my country and the earth, the whole fiasco reeked so strongly of “wrongness” that I spent a solid week examining what I knew and believed and anything else I could find on (for lack of a better term and the one that turned up some interesting search results) “dark magic.”

Most of what I found confirmed what I already believed, that “dark magic” has no effect unless one accepts it ~ say, by fearing it or giving it creepy unnatural power. I did learn that certain groups, who believe they profit from fear, have the technology to generate constant electromagnetic dissonance. So, conceivably, even a conscious person could tire enough to experience what feels like existential “wrongness.”

So, here’s where we tie it all together. The notion that any “vested group” could do such a thing sent me on a righteously indignant cleansing tangent. I used alcohol and sea salt, eucalyptus and sage, sunlight, moonlight, and fresh clean air. And then I set wards around my land and house. Simple little natural devices programmed to deflect any untoward energy or intent and disperse it into the light to be cleansed.

I’m guessing that’s when my house disappeared. Oh, it’s real and tangible to me and my friends. But according to the satellite image my son located the other day to direct his friend to our house, the place does not exist. The new house next door is clearly visible, as is the new house across the street. Even our driveway shows up in the photo. But the space my house has occupied for the past thirty years is filled with trees and shadows. My life-long dreams of being “off the grid” have been fulfilled. I’m just not sure what to make of that.