Choose Magik
on overcoming a world of mass delusion and finding balance with the dark side of spirit
Long have I known I’m protected in a spiritual sense. It’s been more than apparent from the many times I’ve made mistakes which should and would have destroyed me otherwise.
In the dark as a child — unaware what transgender people were, yet, knowing who I was and how I wanted to exist in the world — I made pledges and opened myself bravely to whatever energies might be out there, if they could switch me into the body of a woman. Light or dark, I did not ask. In trust and a strange knowing that I was safe. But also, naivety; unaware of the reality regarding the spiritual forces surrounding me.
Literally drawing on cultural touchstones such as the Simpsons for my theological and spiritual inspiration. Remembering an episode where Bart sold his soul to the devil for something petty. Ignoring the lesson of the fable entirely, and simply witnessing the fear coding it had born within me, choosing to pursue a transformational connection with spirit regardless.
Still, here I am — free, autonomous — never taken.
I walk now as an adult human woman that is more awake and myself than I have ever been.
There have been innumerable challenges. Terrible trenches to crawl through. I’ve made the most significant mistakes throughout my journey.
Yet, I remain in control of my own free will.
I have interacted with dark energies of the universe many times. They have not taken me. They are a part of the fabric of the universe, and I do not fear them. I know that is my own will and intention, the contracts I agree to on a soul level, which set the boundaries of my relationships with these dark energies. And I can re-write, undo, take back, and otherwise overcome any darkness, spiritual or otherwise which I may have allowed space inside me.
I know I am safe, and I see the remnant feelings of lack which remain inside me as the projections of false programming they are.
Still, how does one walk forward in safety when the world around them is broken to its core? When society’s very structures are built to gaslight those who are waking up? When the tricksters pulling the strings behind this cruel game we play are viciously fighting us back to sleep? Never failing to find ways to spark our fears. Making people feel crazy when their eyes are beginning to open. Punishing those struggling through ascension in a world built to keep us in chains. Convincing us all to turn on our hearts and close from our deepest knowings. Compelling all people to slumber in collective blindness which perpetuates a continuous state of limiting delusion.
The great lie? That we are separate. That we are alone. That we are unsafe.
To Live in a World of the Blind
There is a force which keeps us asleep as best it can, make no mistake.
This keeper of our twisted prison, this embodiment of what we may call evil in our more dualistic takes on the structure of the universe, is a strange and unique member of our universal family.
Despite the oppression this overseeing energy projects to keep the mass delusion of this limited reality going, it’s only doing what it’s been contracted to do, and we’re only a part of this because we chose to be here.
This energy literally embodies itself within the blind.
Those who are asleep channel the suppressive energies of the universe in their actions. Unknowingly, as they pursue what they believe are their best interests, they betray humanity — perpetuating systems of subjugation, manipulating and capitalizing on the suffering of others, exploiting people for petty gains — never realizing the collective trauma they heap onto us all and in turn themselves.
To see the truth, is to be called to reject a system that in the very nature of its structures suppresses us.
Money is the root of all evil.
We have a platitude that’s true. For once, a cultural idiom that we should recognize.
The existence of currency and the way it exists in our world, the pursual of it, is the single greatest destructive force to the soul of humanity. We chase fame over truth. We pursue riches over happiness. We corrupt our heart’s desires for the short term gains which money can afford us. We cling to what we have and look away as others perish. We devote ourselves as slaves to the demands of a capitalistic society that corrupts our very souls.
To wake up. To see truth. Is to feel crazy when you are surrounded by mass blindness.
We need community. We need to let the light within ourselves connect and grow. To find the connective tissue which will empower our own ability to make change in the world and overcome this formidable challenge.
Regarding the trickster who is brutal and cold and reflective, shining our own dark projections back at us mercilessly. I believe we can each transform our relationship with this suppressive energy that looms over us. Instead of ignoring it. Recognizing it. Walking with it as a respected opponent which brings the best out of us.
The world the blind have built in this trickster’s image is cruel, it’s dark, it’s as twisted as it has caused us all to become inside.
The existence of structures like money and the way we wield it mercilessly against each other for personal gain, is a projection of this dark-divine suppressive force.
We can overcome it. We can do it together.
Choosing Magik
I’m not saying this in a metaphorical sense. This isn’t a McDonalds commercial. That’s why its spelled differently.
Magik is real.
Call it what you want, but this universe around us is a conscious thing. You look closely enough at any one corner of it, and you’ll find it looking back. We can hear its voice when we listen. The universe talks to us through the elements of the earth and the animals of our planet. It even talks to us through the distorted technologies we’ve imagined to enslave ourselves. It’s in the night’s sky. The waves of the ocean. The love we share between us.
The truth about our own power here is the greatest lie.
We believe we’re powerless, even though a part of us all knows, deep down, that there is more beyond what we see or know. We fancy ourselves trapped here. It’s a part of our conditioning to find ourselves victims.
The truth is that we all carry the divine spark inside.
Until the day comes where sleeping people all awaken to their hearts. Until we learn to love each other freely. Until we work together to build the best world possible. Sleeping people are a tool of our collective prison’s guardians.
These people will fight for evil. They will actively hold us down in collective blindness. They will fight against magik. They will resist freedom. They will break down and fear those who are finding truth.
Believing in magik means believing in the chance that light can bloom in the hearts of these people — that they may know divine love — allowing us to heal as a true collective.
Still, I will not allow this hope I have for them to manipulate me any longer. I will not allow these sleepwalking people to make me their victim.
I commit myself to finding a way to live in honor of the truths I know about the universe we live in.
I reject the call to take part, play along, support the lie, and perpetuate this pain.
It’s time to move on from these ways. And it starts with us.
Liberation starts with every person finding the strength to stand courageously and look at the great lie we’ve been allowing ourselves to tell each other, to see the suffering it’s caused us to create, and choose to advocate fiercely for freedom.
There will be a time of choosing in all of our lives. Mine has seem to come. Where we have to choose. We have to choose false comfort in the great lie we’ve been led to believe so long about our frail existence in this superficial world. Or take our place in the universe as the powerful conscious beings of free will we are.
We will all have to choose. Magik or blindness.
I choose magik.
