When shall we meet again?

The wiccan mother

This is probably the biggest accountability of my actions since the day I was born. Had no idea I was going to come to terms with it. Its still a bizarre suggestion … but I have just enough logic to put it together in a communication. The facts of the case are very simple. I was an adolescent … she was a magical friend … and she told me in later years … she made up all those things I came to see about the world. It was entirely fabricated … a figment of her imagination … without a grain of truth … as she saw it.

 

I was devastated. But it was also a period in which … I began to receive a great deal of help from the world itself … to have me see magic and physical reality. From Shakespeare … we have the opening scene of Macbeth … when three witches … bury a hand in the sand … on the beach. Get involved? … make yourself believe? Get a new perspective with what it means … to transform magic from the watery depths of dreams … to the sure footed experience on land.

 

When should the three of us meet again?

Will it be in thunder, lightning or rain?

Fair is foul and foul is fair

Let's fly away through the fog and filthy air.

 

Incantations? Its obviously difficult … nay … perhaps impossible even. But wasn't Scotland … around the period of the story … struggling for some sure footed initiatives … with regards to social administration … with a combination of the qualities … of magic and knowledge? Did magic create a suggestion about how that might be done? Did the witches help Macbeth … to slid out from under the experience of birth … and cross the vast fields of the unborn … to re-emerge as firm and filled with resolve … on how a King applies himself?

 

She was magic … in these times … of the logical technocrat … and she giggled and laughed … at the way … my adolescent and then teen … brought himself … to apply magic mixed with the events of my daily life. She didn't believe it herself … or so I had thought … and found it a great annoyance in the way I related to her. There was a shaman or two … who popped in to help. But then … it didn't match the way I had to wear a tie and drive a car to work.

 

My teen went into it with both feet … wobbly on occasion … but passably cool. The headaches came and went … so did ideas … suggestions … some daring-do … and then he fell flat on his face. But I had encouraged him to try … experiment … and perhaps fail if necessary … and we certainly did plenty of that. Some were certainly more gross than others … and it still rankles in my cellar … waiting for a stormy night to meet me again.

 

How does magic relate to logic and reason? I was reading Alf Hiltebeitel's book … on The Ritual of Battle: Krishna in the Mahabarata. Prof Hiltebeitel at the Columbian College … suggests that the legend is like a sub-conscious experience of the devotee … who sees the events in his own life … and relates that to the legend of the Mahabarata … and suggests that our mind … heart … and volition … handles our specific daily issues … in the way it came to unfold … in the legends.

 

Magic? Certainly at this point … the rational mind gives grave thought to what the individual is doing … and in verifying the twin nature of legend and reality … comes to a new cognizance regarding … knowledge and understanding … in the life. I thought it was … goobledegook … then I thought its the hand of God … then I thought I'm going soft in the head … and then I found out in the science based journals on dreams … that its lucid dreaming. And people are beginning to give more attention to the phenomenon in our lives.

 

I look back at the hand … buried in the sand in Scotland … and I'm telling myself … its only one hand. I'll keep the other free … to observe … criticize if I have to … but I'm keeping my hands where there are. Its been an extraordinary thing to say … that I'm into it … but its not a cult … or a secret organization of warlocks. I'm just the guy … who had some trouble believing that it was all magic and divine … but I'm okay now.

 

My past … therefore grapples with … the notion that someone promised me a great many things … all in the realm of the magic of possibilities … and I'm now steering a path out of that … with what I can reasonably achieve … and to persuade a satisfaction of the issues … in my disposition. And that satisfaction … is something I cultivated …  with some help … in conditioning rituals. Like feeding sugar to horses … I take a great big dinner … cake or ice cream.

 

I'm reminded of the way she used to giggle … but yes … I do make things happen … with some planning and application of my will. Its the hand of reason … together with the hand of magic … which expects a pleasure response from the body when I do something right. I engage that same hand to give myself a good rub. It creates a response in the body … that feels like a half awakening from sleep … and then is off to her world of the magical abode. She … as I found out … is the mother of all wiccans … and we are learning to get along.