While I haven’t been actively practicing my sorcery as of late (I’ve started again but it has been a mission to jump back into the horse, as they would say), I still do my daily literary readings and an article from Kalagni popped at me.
Mind you, my ranting is in the same vein..but not so much.
I’ve already mentioned that I’ve been on somewhat of a rut – where I’ve achieved some level of proficiency in my system but has not gone down deep enough into the rabbit hole? I can achieve things but I can’t say that they’ve hit “supernatural” occultism level..more like things that can be achieved through certain genetic mutations or certain wiring of the synapses…more human evolution than magickal gifts of powers.
No Jedi Powers yet…
But who can blame me for wanting these things? Mages are all about passing the limits of reality but wait, nope – you can’t do this or that? We all read on those dusty grimoires demons appearing before you, showering you with wealth and concubines but now – nope, just stories and methapors.
Where is the limit of what we are able to achieve and not achieve, even though we are working with a paradigm where nothing is supposedly impossible…but that?!?!
I find it ridiculous, the premise of this thinking.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m as pragmatic and realistic (lol) as they come but why try to reach and achieve the impossible when we limit ourselves with so many rules already.
Even when I read through forums and I happen to come upon a totally sci-fi theory of magick, I keep an open mind, think it through, dissect and see the flaws or how it could happen, refine. I never throw an idea out, good or bad.
So my stance is that it most likely possible, but I am not skilled enough to achieve it. And that’s how I’ve been going at it. I’ve seen enough things in this world that science cannot explain so easily, I’ve met “things” that are not of this world anymore, things have happened to me that even to this day, I am not sure myself that happened.
With all of this word vomit, the one question – the question that nags me since the beginning still haunts me to this day – what is real?
So now, I suppose, the question is – where do I go now and how do I get there, or do I even bother to continue?