I believe in the magic of stirring your tea, your food, your very soul clockwise, infusing it with positive energy & speaking into existence that all you desire. But did you know that not one word need be uttered to speak ? Beautiful souls, let's dance to thee rhythm of our intuition & stir in any direction that feels right, keeping all of our magnificence & revelations close to our hearts. Prepare to witness many voila moments. Because “they” whom remains to be invisible always highly recommend that we should profess out loud, I think they have earth bugged with listening devices every which way - we should reject & resist thee direction of their stir & stir whichever way we intuitively feel is wise & as we do we should keep our deepest revelations received to ourselves. People & “they” can’t ruin what they don’t know. So leave them scratching their arse when it comes to how you move. After all, there's a certain power in mystery, leaving others scratching their heads as they try to decipher your enchanting mystical dance.
I don’t even tell others when they’re wrong about me - when they make any assumption about me or chime in believing themselves to be wise with all they have to contribute to anything pertaining to what they believe they observe or think they know about me or what’s going on in my life. Their cards don’t even get it right - unless I allow. And allowance is something I discern. Life has actually been much more pleasant this wisdom is freedom way. It’s more revealing to innerstand thee understand of comprehend of how little people really do know and how much they believe themselves to be unseen. So stop correcting fools; it's a waste of our precious energy. When others assume or judge, let them bask in their ignorance. Life's becomes a delightful stroll without the need to engage in such trivialities. It's fascinating to observe from a distance, to truly see how little people know while they believe they're so cleverly hidden.
Ah, the thrill of a Scooby-Doo adventures, where the truth is often hiding in plain sight! I love these type of Scooby-Doo adventures where the real culprit was always right in front of your face. Trusting my instincts has become my new mantra, peering through the facade of egos and the rise of sociopathic tendencies, all clamoring to be the next big thing. But aren't they already magnificent in their own right? The world's script has led many astray, too focused on the external glitter while missing the treasure within.
We're told to be the light for those who've lost their spark. I say, let them rediscover their fire on the crossroads of Detox Street and Deprogram Boulevard, in the land of reawakening. But no, the masses prefer to debate, hooked on the bait of conformity. I'll just glide through this existence like a submarine, navigating every sea of thought, knowing time is but an illusion, a mere construct. But everyone rather debate. Hook line and sinker if you ask me. My submarine within this sub traveling every sea knowing time is never passing because it simply doesn’t exist. What is there to resist when everything we know to be is positively made up in the first place. Even earthquakes. Why keep resisting when everything we perceive is woven from thee threads of imagination, all that we are and ever could be, do you see?
My first astral voyage began in a closet, a sanctuary that transformed into a portal to thee unknown. It was before my mother died, so before the age of 10 years old, I like Columbus, discovered something already there. The discovery was solely to me because it occupied existence already. Time stood still, and thee world forgot my existence, but I was alive, exploring a realm where thee familiar and thee alien danced in harmony. It was a place of true hiding, a space where I could be both present and absent. My curiosity was my compass, guiding me through this canvas of wonders. don’t know how long I was in there but it was quite some time because hours had sure passed. No one looked for me or wondered where I was, I was aware of that and curious I began to travel this blank canvas space that had this weird to me metric system that was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. It was as if being here but not here - in the same space but completely absent of this space. I was fascinated by the ability to really hide.
One time many moons later my sister had walked by and passed me and I had wondered why she didn’t say something to me only for her to return a few moments later freaked out wondering how I got there because she had just walked in the room I was laying in bed in & claims I was not there - she thought I was playing games with her. She literally walked past me, not seeing me, only to return, startled, questioning how I appeared out of thin air. My sister's confusion mirrored my own awe. Meanwhile, I hadn’t moved. yet I was enveloped in that same mysterious cloak of invisibility that first enveloped me as a child. That closet, I realized, was never just a physical space; it was a gateway within me, a portal to mysteries untold always ready to unfold.
I still have no explanation for this moment that occurred & it plays within my mind and lovely evolution splendidly. I needed this tangible learning experience to take me down this rabbit hole adventure because without it I would be blind to its existence & because I know it, the rest is history. I’ve always loved a good mystery & so here we are - unraveling layers into infinite eternity.
My love for thee unknown, fueled by my Scorpio/Sagittarius and Pisces/Aquarius essence, propels me to explore the uncharted territories of existence. I love delving into thee depths of my being, dancing on thee edge of non-existence & existence, unraveling cosmic wonders without any resistance. Explore is all I know. So imagine those hating on me & meanwhile I’m just at home like this, imagining all of this non-existence / existence realms while discovering for myself some intergalactic awesomeness. As I sip my tea, I stir.
Soft, wild, and ablaze with passion, I'm a mermaid in the waters of life, unapologetically embracing my weirdness. Take me as I am, or kindly step aside. When pettiness knocks, I sometimes let it in, for I am a divine lesson, a soul speaking freely without constraints. I might be an acquired taste, but once savored, I'll be your favorite flavor, an infinite spectrum of experiences. It is with divinity I speak soul free. After all, don't we all possess a universe within us & thee opportunity to get to know ourselves best?
But beware, for those with grand schemes to capture my spirit, you'll need more than tarot cards, books, crystals, and a fortune to lure me into your realm. I am not a mere stopover - I am a home. I am not thee intoxication you crave; I am thee sustenance you need.
As Rupi Kaur eloquently puts it, "I am not a hotel room, I am home. I am not the whiskey you want, I am the water you need."
Remember, beautiful souls, I'm not here to blend into your world. I'm here to create my own, as are you. So let's embrace our oddities, our uniqueness & dance to thee rhythm of our own enchanting song, for in this dance, we find the freedom to be our truest selves, to explore thee vastness of our inner universe & to revel in the magic that is uniquely ours. Let us weave our own tapestry of existence, filled with thee vibrant colors of our souls & may we always find joy in thee eccentricities that make us beautifully, wonderfully, unapologetically original - some may consider it weird, but what is a mundane anyway?!?
Embrace thee beauty of your weirdness, for it is the stardust that makes your soul shine.
Till next time
arrivederci
Enchantress Thee Babbler
Some etymology fun
The word “arrivederci” is of Italian origin, derived from the phrase “a rivederci,” which means “until we see each other again.” It is a common Italian farewell that can be translated to “goodbye” in English. The phrase is composed of “a,” meaning “to,” “ri-” a prefix indicating repetition, “vedere,” meaning “to see,” and “ci,” which is a reflexive pronoun meaning “each other” or “ourselves.” So, “arrivederci” literally means “to see each other again.”
