I believe in the magical.
Not because these things necessarily have special powers, but because I believe in the power of belief in something.
To quote my man, “What you believe works for you, to the extent that you believe it.”
I’ve known a Christian who was healed of a terrible bone cancer through the power of prayer.
I’ve seen vicious prayer-encloaked gossip sessions turn terrifying, as the room filled with demons.
I’ve been caught up in shared visions with a close girlfriend.
There are eight pots of paint arranged before me, in a circle. A circle is for protection. Blue is for childhood memories and yellow is for memories of the future. Green is for my career, and red is for my past lives. Gold is for my friendships, and white is for my mind. Black is for my fears, and also for my gods. Pink is for my lovers, and orange is for my true love.
What if you could fall in love so deeply that the only option was to spend eternity together? What if eternity meant living this life over and over? What if it meant some other sort of afterlife, one you can hardly fathom– in either end of the emotional spectrum? Would that love conquer the pits of the inferno? Would it conquer the depths of sorrows and darkness in this life time?
“To be human is to feel both ends of the emotional spectrum and to understand that for every choice we make, there is an equal & complementary consequence.”
There is a pattern within my soul. A plaid, maybe. A lot of green with a hint of orange or pink. Maybe some yellow and blue. Something placid and vile and exuberant.
