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What's the central conceit of your magick? If you had to boil down your magick to its singular defining nugget or to fit on a t-shirt, how would yours read?
Virtually every time I respond to something in this forum, I have to wonder if my advice does anyone any good, because it's coming from a model I know not many people ascribe to. And I reflexively, then, wonder what everyone else's model is, precisely. And I don't mean what school you fall under, particularly, because you can easily have two self-identifying Catholics and one has at the center of their faith/practice/worldview the trinity and holy virgin momma Mary, and for the other, it all comes down to that there is one true solid God and He used to like His lamb well-done, but now that we killed His boy, He's not so keen, perhaps.
For example, I think my blanket animism of everything under and beyond and in the sun is the core of how I relate to the world. Some weird part of my brain doesn't want to pretend like air doesn't count as real stuff or that there's really much difference between a flower petal, that air, and my thumbnail. And it's all alive and all aware.
It doesn't bother me that this may be entirely untrue or that the specifics, then, of that alive-ness or the quality of aware is probably doomed to never be properly identifiable or definable. It could've been another core, it could have been the lyrics to Maggie May, but it's the ambient awareness and life of existence extant. And I find it really bends up the way I look at everything, react to everything, and therefore, how I conduct myself as part of the world.
Thus, my otherwise inexplicable insistence on maintaining a pretense of self-awareness in all human beings. Even the ones who don't exhibit much of one. Because it's a good model to put on the world, a satisfactory model. We're all conscious, capable of greater consciousness, and removal is illusory and unnecessary. So no eternal damnation, no permanent removes, and lo, the world starts to smell like the end bits of Neon Genesis Evangelion.
Other people seem to operate from a evil forces from beyond the recesses of evilspace or lizard overlords, termite surgeons for Christ from the dog star, or that humans are - or, some humans are - a special chosen type/breed developed and shepherded by loving cosmic gardeners. Sometimes it's just sound. Or that trees were created as the anchors holding earth and sky together and everything else is just extrapolated from there. Male and Female swishy bits in the nebulous nebulae making egg-sounds with bone combs and three-footed raven making herself a tree.
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