14 August 2018
Once upon a time I knew exactly who I was,
I recognised the immense power and potential within me.
I was able to create magic not only for myself but for others,
I was able to bend the world to my will.
I recognised the necessity for all of my limitations and
Ramifications unto the world if I be without them.
I was slain and had to rest.
I had to sleep to heal.
In this coma of sleeping and healing I have forgotten what I had learned…
Like a dream, it has faded into distant memory.
Like a dream, I question if it existed to begin with.
Do I follow the breadcrumbs again? Or do I not?
I cannot waste my energy and might chasing
The same damn tail over and over again
Only to have it removed from my grasp each time.
A different approach must be taken
If the findings remain still true, then I will know it was always true.
This is where I think I began. Or this is what I had at the beginning….
I have a thing for words. I enjoy learning of esoteric topics.
Numerology, astrology, symbolism, tarot, divination.
I’m good at maths and at writing. I want to create but lack creativity.
I like psychology. I’m complex and contradictory.
I want to give. I want to be given to.
I like to teach, I like to learn. I am an educator.
I like magic. I like role play.
There are probably more but I don’t remember their importance?
This list is not exhaustive.