|A Mad World, My Masters
||[Sep. 25th, 2004|10:58 pm]
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.
Hmmmmm - or is it rather that we see the world differently? That we don different blinders, depending on who we are at any given point in time in our life? That we never truly see ALL that the world was, is, and can be in the future, but only the tiny fraction that we subconsciously want to see?
Which of course, gives rise to the thought of what the world truly looks like....
Yeah, the world is very strange. But I do think it's a two way process- that the world responds to our response and mostly only shows us as much of itself as we're prepared to acknowledge.
It certainly says something about my current state of mind that I have now anthropomorphized the earth itself, and am hearing such things in my head as:
"*Must* you tread so heavily?"
"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?"
I spent most of the 90s thinking of the world in terms of gods and goddesses. I've moved out of that phase now, but it's left me with a tenderness towards things like trees and weeds and stones- all of which I relate to as beings with feelings to be considered.
Let's see.....I spent the time between 1988 and 1998 as a pagan myself, but even prior to that point, I always felt an affinity for plants and animals of all shapes and sizes. I still have an abiding fear of insects, though. -shudder-
2004-09-26 08:57 am (UTC)
Re: My pagan days
When I left Christianity it was a grand old rumpus, with blazing anger on both sides. When I left Wicca it was a matter of gentle drift. I'd done it for long enough and my attention was wandering.
I guess I'm still a Pagan, but it's no longer a religious affiliation, more like a point of view.
I've long held that we created the world, not the other way around, in order to escape boredom. It conforms to our wishes and that is why we have time, death, life, everything. When you think about it, if everything really is part of some indelible oneness, how boring is that? Best to craft an interesting lie.
We all create our own version of the world- and these versions knock against one another and abrade and fit together and together create a commonly accepted "reality". Occasionally someone with a really powerful imagination comes along and changes "reality" for us all- someone like Einstein or Hitler or Stephen Spielberg...