That's the thing about people and their false perceptions. I've realized that people often judge others based on what they themselves would be like in that person's shoes. Isn't that more telling of the person doing the perceiving and projecting? It's as if you're over here trying to define me, yet you're inadvertently revealing who you are. I think that speaks volumes, don't you? I mean, who knows themselves better, the person pointing outward or the person reflecting inward? This world is a crazy mix of silliness and madness, but true stupidity doesn't come when you're cloaked in divine "juice," shall I say.
As intimidating as my dragon may seem, I find him adorable and clever as ever. He's the one who tames me, preventing me from getting all fiery and rageful, reminding me that I'm just a soul with good intentions, and not to let these mofos trigger me into self-misunderstanding where I stand in alchemy. I wonder if others do this, truly look at themselves in the mirror. It took me a while to return to mirror work after being spooked by the portals of faces staring back, conversing with me, telling me this and that, and urging me not to be scared. I was like, "Who is out there?" Are these my own faces traveling through time and reintroducing themselves to me, or is this something entirely different? I don't know anyone else who has had this type of experience. I'm surprised I haven't checked myself into looneyville. But my spirit coaxed me to chill and reflect, to really allow the wonders of the universe to reveal themselves to me... into me, is what it feels like.
Talk about dark romanticism, there was this one face that really reminded me of a crone, and I was like, "Wow, you look ancient." She didn't say a thing, but I swear, in her silence, she said everything. I was like, "Okay, nice to meet you too." That's how I approach these encounters of otherworldly kinds, with openness and awe, feeling like I'm coming into myself every single time.
It took me a while to get back into looking in the mirror. At one point, the bathroom mirror was all I had because things were that real in this dimensional space. The veil is lifted, and it has me feeling insanely gifted—insane once being the operative word, but hey, I grew into insanity and became sane. Insane in the membrane. I think I'm weird—I know I am weird. But I can dig it, and I think that's important. We should embrace our own world of weird and accept ourselves. Because when we don't, we leave ourselves open to attack, and that's what we call spiritual warfare. It's energy flying at you from every direction, getting all up in your face. And because we are energetic beings, we sometimes don't realize how much we actually do feel and are receptive to feeling. I've got a Pisces moon, so I feel everything on a whole other level of deepest sea dives. I often cried when I was younger, asking, "Why, oh why, do I feel as I do?" But it didn't stop the feels, even when I numbed and mummified myself. In truth, I felt it infinitely more because, in my attempts to not feel, I hardened my exterior, but the war was interior, so that didn't do much. It just made my world sicker and quicker, too, so that was not good.
I do everything scared, at least at first. If you knew all the energetic voices that seep into my innergy environment, you would understand that everything I do out there in the world is never easy. I feel too damn much. I understand better now and know how to navigate my extreme sensitivities and system, but that took an ocean of tears and fears to become clear. There are many sharks in the waters. Our triggers are designed to reach us every time to teach us our design, so don't get mad at the mofo creating the trigger for you. It's meant to help you become the best version of yourself, so don't succumb to the weakness that is easy to explode. We must take control for our soul, whole and bold. I stopped arguing with insignificant people, realizing that by acknowledging their insignificance to me, I take my power back. It doesn't mean they are insignificant, only to me. That's the key. The key is in our choice of perceptions. Go easy on yourself. You are clearing thousands of years of outdated conditioning.
When in love, I need the passion to ignite my fire, set me ablaze. Oh, trust, I will do the same, for love sets me free. It's a feel-good thing. You know, many people may not be happy for you, and that's okay. Just know that they are not happy with themselves either. That's what makes the most sense because genuinely happy and peaceful people don't know how to be unhappy for others' happiness—it doesn't add up or make sense. In realizing this, I understand that although it's true it's about them, it still doesn't make me happy. We are conditioned to believe that polarities must always exist, and that's why if there is one, the opposite of that must also be true. So not everyone can be happy, and even if we are, we can't always be happy. But I've come to realize that whoever said that is part of the problem, not the solution. Because if some humans weren't so greedy with their wants of power & control, this world could be a much happier place with peace, for having peace is release.
Listen, I know not everyone would agree, but truth is not for comfort; it's for liberation, so mote it be & voila, there it is.
In this Channeled writing I simply wrote what came to mind based off the photos of this video compilation I am sharing with you all. Thank you
With love always Enchantress Thee Babbler
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