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Dammit, man, did you have to go and tell everyone about that banishing ritual I fucked up before 9/11? I'm still fucking sensitive about that, man! I'm in fucking therapy for it! You bastards!
Seriously, though, of course we're all deluding ourselves. Read that sentence again: we're. ALL. Deluding. Ourselves. Even the non-magicians.
The difference is that those of us who rock the m-thing are capable of controlling, changing, and generally fucking about with our delusions in order to change ourselves, our realities, our societies, and basically just have a laugh. And that, to me, is the basic difference between a Mighty Magus and a Deluded One: posession not of the Only Real Necronomicon, the Amulet of Thoth, or the Spear of Destiny, but of a Sense of Humour. I question my sanity on a regular basis, but the basic fact is that even if it is all lies, my life since adopting the 'delusion' of 'being' a 'magician' has been a lot more fun and interesting than the life I used to have as a cripplingly shy, bulimic catholic bookworm. To paraphrase the Mighty McGowan, I am literally bigger than I was, and I have been to fookin' New York (as well as Paris, London, Tiphareth, Da'ath and really weird places like Hastings and Dewsbury), so does it matter? I don't think so.
But then, I could just be Deluded... |
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