A Granny and Poppa Story

Poppa has fallen asleep in his chair. Gran has made cupcakes, he ate two, and then, he passed out. He is across the room snoring now, it sounds kind of nice to me.  Poppa is a good man, really, he is decent, he is decent in this old-fashioned kind of way that makes me smile. Even after three decades of marriage, I think he is the most agreeable man that I have ever met.  He is a loving, praising, unconditional father as well.  Our children think that he is a saint, I won’t go that far, but, sometimes, he gets real close.

He has this model train passion that I have never understood, but, hey, he took me to Salem MA. to the witches ball this year.  He got on the plane smiling and wearing a pentagram around his neck and a black velvet fedora, (tipped just so) on his head.  He was dressed all in black, head to toe. He really looked the part, he “got into” it. So much so, in fact, that one woman screamed when he moved… as he was standing in the freezing cold outside of one of those witch shoppes (waiting for me to browse) She thought that he was a mannequin, he really looked like a stylish man-witch…so, who am I to call him “odd” for playing with his choo-choo trains? Love and Romance is a give and take kind of thing, I try to act excited about his model railroads, and he tries to act exited about my witch travels. (he does a better job)

True enough, sometimes, he does get sort of spooky with those trains. His eyes get all bright and watery looking, his cheeks get pink, and, he gets really intense when he flips the switch, or blows the whistle, but, I guess I won’t complain, he could be into freakier interests.

It is a miracle that any two people ever stay married. I guess the secret is to merge well. We merge well. I remember once back in the early nineties, it seemed like everyone we knew was getting a divorce. Our little girl “Miss Emmy” was about five years old. She came into the kitchen and said, “Mommy, when will you and Daddy get a divorce?”  Her face was serious and her river water, green eyes were dark with concern. She was a very sober and serious child by nature, but, that night, she was eighty years old, if she was a day. I lifted her tiny body up onto my lap and asked her why she was worried about Mommy and Daddy getting a divorce? (We were happy, really happy, daily laughing and daily flirting with each other kind of happy…we hardly ever had a disagreement, and if we did, we did not disagree during “child hours”) She told me then, that so and so’s parents were getting a divorce and she just thought maybe we would too.

I looked deep into our five year old’s old lady eyes and said, “Yes well, I can see that thought might occur to you, but no, we can never get a divorce Miss Emmy, we cannot get a divorce because we do not believe in divorces.”

I don’t know why I said this, it just came out of my mouth. The clouds parted then, Miss Emmy smiled with her whole little body, I felt her smile all through my body. When she jumped down from my lap, her little shoulders were back up, her eyes were merry, she was five years old again and her little world was “care bear” cozy.

After the children went to bed, I told Poppa what Miss Emmy had asked me and how I had answered her. He looked down for a long minute, then, he shook his head, like the very thought of her thinking about such an awful thing pained him greatly. Then, he looked at me and smiled, “That’s right, we don’t believe in divorces” and then, he kissed me very sweetly.

I guess what I am trying to say here, is that sometimes, you just have to say something and the mere saying of it, grounds it, empowers it, sets it in stone. Words are “things” they have life, they have energy, they have roots, they take root, they become powerful truths.

We lost our precious Miss Emmy when she was twenty-two years old. People told me that it is normal for marriages to break up after the loss of a child, they said they wanted to prepare me that things between Poppa and I might change after such a tragedy. I just looked at them and kept quiet. I couldn’t utter one word. This is the first time that I have ever tried.

We will always credit our deep and abiding committment to one another to our precious angel, Miss Emmy. She inspired us to a life time of gentle loving kindness, romance, laughter and mutual devotion. Even in the worst possible human loss and sorrow, that little girl’s Daddy is the dearest man I have ever known. We would never break up “Miss Emmy’s” Mommy and Daddy. (Now, Poppa and Granny)

Besides, real love never dies, we do not believe in that kind of thing.

Magick Musings.

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For the umpteenth time: Anything and everything that is, always was and always will be, IN ONE FORM OR ANOTHER! Our bodies shall return to dust or feed the worms and little creepy crawlies and our spirits shall rejoin the All. Every nook and cranny of the universe is made up of energy, which we can see or not, which we can feel or not and which we can measure or not(yet).

We are really very limited creatures in our perceptions, in that we are carbon-based, biped, air-breathing beings that have been cursed or blessed with an earthly body. What we perceive would be non-sensical to a tripod, silicon-based, amonia-breathing creature and what if we did not need a body to drag along with on our daily ventures? BUT…, we are evolving, slowly, in that our consciousness is gradually expanding and interconnecting on a collective level.

Magick can not create something out of nothing for the simple reason that nothing is nowhere to be found. Again I reiterate, God or The Universe does not have holes in him or it. I for one, firmly denounce the concept of zero! Now, please don’t tell me that you agree, because that would make life so very boring. I am quite secure in my weird, goofy zaniness, thank you very much. So what is magick then? Magick to me is the utter embrace of life in all its beauty and the belief in the power of thought.

Thought invokes willpower, with which we change (so-called) reality every single instant of every single day by our interaction with the world around us. But we can only work with what is there and nudge it slightly towards the direction in which we would like it to flow. By the mere fact of our being and emitting willpower, we attract what we need. There is no coincidence. Everything happens for a reason, although I’ll be buggered and turned into a purple-beaked tadpole if I can discern the reason for it all!

Does there have to be a reason for everything though? Isn’t just being here enough? Experiencing all the beauty and wonder of the wide, wild universe and skinny-dipping in a sea of love should be enough for anyone. You have to remember it is there, that is the only premise. Shake off the white noise and turn a blind eye to the clutter of your own ego’s making and you will be surprised at what is there, for all to see.

When I was living on the street, I met several interesting individuals, with whom I had many a conversation on the very strange happenings that seemed to occur every day and on a regular basis. We all came to the same conclusion, namely that what was happening could no longer be attributed to coincidence. You need something, you visualise it, you let it go by sending it out into the non-void and hey presto, it would appear. If it didn’t, you’d forgotten to let go(very important!)

Only money was tiresome and did not behave as would other basic wants such as food, drink and shelter. Although we always seemed to somehow attract enough to provide for our daily needs. It is my belief that this occurred because money is an abstract and rather silly concept dreamt up by some demented ancestor, who had no realisation of the harm it would incur.

You see, money has no intrinsic value whatsoever. It is an agreement between two parties, nothing more. And if one party does not hold up his end of the bargain, through greed or envy, then you get situations like we have today, where the self-choosen few have everything and most have bugger all.

We were all taught that opposites attract, were we not? I think that a second Einstein will have to come along to disabuse us of this misconception. Or maybe someone already has and I just haven’t been in touch with the latest updates. Certainly on a spiritual level this does not hold true, for likes attract, definitely! Which is why more and more people are starting to expand their consciousness and finding each other, through this medium of internet on the one hand, but more importantly because our energies are connecting with each other on a global level, in other words, our collective understanding is growing.

East is meeting West and both are benefiting from the encounter. In our unravelling material society, there are thankfully those who place spiritual well-being before worldly possessions and our numbers are expanding exponentially. Blessed be, as Gran or Polly would say! Enough disjointed rambling from Ralphie for now. Embrace the light, go forth and make merry, my friends!