Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (
azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-07 10:15 pm
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Yaaay! (Many forms of magic-geekery going on at once)
First and foremost,
marxdarx will be moving in with us. His mother won't be happy. Oh fucking well. He'll be coming with us when we go to California. He's part of the family, and neither she nor I is letting go. How are we going to fit his stuff in here? Very easily. She's running all over with a giddy grin and a measuring tape.
Second, I've been babbling back and forth with
boojum about this and that.
Third, relatively new LJ friend
sithjawa and I are magic-geeking here and here. Delightful, and soaking up much of my creative energy. Mmm, geekery.
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I feel as though I can ask you a rather odd question - I hope you don't think it too terribly presumptuous of me.
Lately, magic has been intruding on my life - in small, subtle ways - and not in terms of effects (affects?) - no, just.. discussions. Mentions in passing. Odd remarks caught out of context, eyes getting drawn to words on a page, old friends reappearing who have made some claim to ability in the past.
I, myself, am distinctly unarcane - or, rather, am decidedly unable to produce effects, nor percieve them save by coincidence and inference. Yet - I have been told that certain effects persist around me that I am, apparently fuelling. My presence has directly affected the magical workings of others; I can't tell you /how/ exactly, but I can tell y ou that I was, apparently, a distraction.
For someone, though, who is relatively nonmagical, whose talents (such as they are) are limited, why is it that so much lately, and so persistantly, references to magick, talent, and the supernatural/paranormal have been dancing through my life? Why is it so imperitive that I be told these things, that my attention is being drawn to them.. that someone I haven't had much of a chance to talk to in years felt compelled to step up and tell me to (and I quote) "stop ignoring my talent" ... when I don't /HAVE/ any, per-se?
What's going on?
(feel free to ignore this, if you'd rather not respond - believe you me, I understand, and it's true you don't truly know me in the least... I just saw your recent postings on these matters (you see? Coincidence?) and thought I'd at least ask. Or rather, felt that I should. Go figure.)
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I don't know if I'd call it talent, per se. Perhaps Talent is accurate, I suppose, and I've referred to it that way before, if you understand the distinction...anyway, yes, you do. Do I know where your ability lies? Nope. But it's there. You're a distraction to magic workers because you *glow*, darlin'. If you're anywhere around someone who can See, there's going to be a constant flicker in the corner of their eye, a constant sense of Presence. See, I could say to another pagan that you think loudly, and they'd know what I mean...it's not that we can hear those thoughts so much as FEEL you thinking them. Your presence pushes, makes itself known, cannot be ignored.
*shrug* And that's all She tells me.
Now, from me, personally--all I know of you, Ish, tells me that you could do good Work if you needed to. You have a strong will and a skill with words; combine that with a knowledge of the way the energies work, and you could go far.
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You may want to look into those effects you are producing, and see what the common threads are between them, and between them and what you've been doing at the time, or what was about to happen, or what just had happened.
It's my personal belief that everybody's got some spark of talent, somehow, and that it's just a matter of time and self-discovery uncovering the same.
When adding you as a friend, my witchy-radar went off, for whatever reason, leading me to believe that you've got something in the way of talent somewhere.