Nature's Mysterious Beauty.

It's a mysterious thing.
The moon, so common that it approaches the mundane, yet so mysterious... so mystical.
It can invoke fear and awe, and has done so again for me.
Whitnessing a phenomenon such as "Moon Dogs" while the moon is at apogee and in it's fullest phase is a sight beyond words.
I'm not a fearful man, but indeed it struck a chord of fear to my heart.
Yet, upon controlling the urge to run, I gazed upon it's beauty and reminisced of old.


It's an odd thing, doubt. I use it as a humbling tool, perhaps. But far too often it seems. I proclaim this not in arrogance, but in it's apparent truth. I have become perfect. It's no great accomplishment, as one might imagine, but I have done it. I can do no wrong... And that bothers me. I'm reminded of a title of a play that our high school performed: "Great, you're perfect. Now change." I never saw it, but the title struck me as highly ironic. Perhaps this is a phase, but my doubts that I have to create for an illusory humbleness are always incorrect to what I really feel. And my friends and family re-affirm that at every passing. I so wanted to be wrong, but in this case I am not. In this case the world shouts with me, to be recieved by deaf ears. Alas, those that have fallen to never rise again. Perhaps, if what I hypothesize is correct, then I am made perfect by the follies of those I seek to regain. The universe is a balance, so if they are the premier example of wrong at this point, then why shouldn't I be that of perfection? But then I ask myself: "What makes me worthy? Why me and not someone else?"

In answering that question, a great deal would be learned.

I find much in common with those of legend. The heroes of old, and the greats of myth and legend. But where is my adventure? Where is my foe? I suppose that I have taken the world, the norm, and society as my foe. But It cannot be vanquished. Perhaps that is the adventure. I maintain that my delusions of grandure are surmised by my wish to be like those of myth and legend. To be like those of fiction. But perhaps that's the point of being the vanguard of good, you must exist in myth and legend to exact changes upon reality. You must yourself be surreal, in order to change the real... the norm.

Perhaps...

Know Thyself.

The vision and hearing of Grandmother Owl is
very powerful. Those with this medicine are
can be gifted with the ability to see into the
human psychic and become clairvoyant listeners.
Owl often visits those who are teachers,
therapists and counselors. As a guide, the owl
teaches us to see and hear past shadows, beyond
fear and darkness, though to the other side
that promises light, happiness and knowledge.


Owl's Wisdom Includes:


Stealth


Secrecy


Silent and swift movement


Seeing behind masks


Keen sight


Messenger of secrets and omens


Shape-shifting


Link between the dark, unseen world and the world
of light


Comfort with shadow self


Moon magick


Freedom


The owl, whose large eyes peering through the
darkness can see any deception. He is always
wary of those who he does not feel completely
close to (which is not many). The owl is a
loner. Call on him if you think people are
keeping the truth from you. He will be able to
open your eyes.




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Time for a Change.

I mainly created this on the half-realized request of a friend that pointed out the logic that it would help people keep a "heads up" on me and what's going on with me while I'm off doing my own thing.

I had one previously, and used it often, I never really liked doing it because I used it to bare my soul, and that always has less than satisfactory results.

Anyways. This will probably sit and fester for a time as I mainly created it here and now so that I'd be able to comment on a previous teacher of mine's blog. He's a brilliant man, and I love to read his essays/rants. I just decided to also comment on them.

In case you are wondering on "The Pergatory of Earth" comment. It's a concept of Earth as a gray spot of logic, emotions, good and evil. Not in that both sides always exist and are acceptable, but that they all exist together, a dicotomy of life. Such as good and evil. Of course the truths of which is better is sometimes obvious, sometimes not such. But in a swirling whirlpool of light and dark, it is oft hard to tell, and much of the planet is covered in the gray of pergatory, a place between places.

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