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I’m not very smart. I just know the right questions to ask.
The Spirit of Pisces
Water assumes shape of the vessel that holds it.
Similarly, the Piscean spirit will take shape of their environment.
To call this a "mirror" effect would be an understatement.
Pisces are conduits, absorbing unseen currents in the subtle atmosphere until the unseen begins to reveal itself through the pisces behavior.
In their presence, whats hidden is coaxed from the shadows.
People who are afraid to die are also afraid to live.
-Mazz
Notes on the creative process for the legendary Japanese filmmaker and founder of Studio Ghibli.
"Disrespect me again and I'll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out." -Grimace 1971
"You always avoid me, Sing to others, give them hope, Never once have you shared a smile with me. Fate betrayed me — sorrow found my door, But I won’t let them take you. No, not anymore.
I’m not the same, my carefree days are through, I’m ill with love — my heart beats just for you. You chose another, now I ache and break, No joy remains — I’m sorrow’s voice at grief’s own wake. I’m not the same, my carefree days are through, I’m ill with love — my heart beats just for you. You chose another, now I ache and break, No joy remains — I’m sorrow’s voice at grief’s own wake.
You are the only queen my soul could ever know, No one compares to you — no match above, below. Since the day I met you, sleep has left my side, Your voice so soft, your eyes — they laugh and shine.
I’m not the same, my carefree days are through, I’m ill with love — my heart beats just for you. You chose another, now I ache and break, No joy remains — I’m sorrow’s voice at grief’s own wake. I’m not the same, my carefree days are through, I’m ill with love — my heart beats just for you. You chose another, now I ache and break, No joy remains — I’m sorrow’s voice at grief’s own wake."
Everyone’s a genius in their own way.
No one talks about how scary is it-how malleable perception of reality is. How easy it is to manipulate meaning, completely changing how we view the world. It always seems to go undetected.
It’s more common for people to reject truth, divine truth, and cling to a more simply because it gives them a sense of belonging, power, identity, even a sense of control. Even if this narrative causes them misery, they fight for it, coming to it for dear life. Even if this ideation is out of alignment with divine truth.
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Observer blinks and splits
Fractal sight, a flash in no direction
Tunnel, but also not, of all realms
All timelines, all you, me, us, at once
A gaze that cuts at the point of which the serpent swallows its tail.
breaking through its thick hide
its wound is what tethers us to this plane
a piercing draws attention to the observers
It sees you seeing it
and sends a savior to mend the wound by establishing unity
medicine to heal the wound
restoring its hide
us the scales
we are the loop, and the cut was only a fold
There's no question of what came first.
One breath inverts the rose
One blink fractures the rings of Saturn
Everything you forgot
because you observe with two instead of the one
that stares from the point at which it swallows
and now you stare back at itself
The signal reestablished
Or were you never disconnected?
You bit through your own flesh
Fluid running down your own body
and into the inverting rose
You spent too much time mesmerized by the feeling
You forgot to mend your scales.
-Mazzy
Does Magic Discriminate?
I read a post earlier today stating
"Magic doesn't belong to bigots, it belongs to Pagans"
The statement itself is deeply ironic. It seems to accidently become exactly what it condemns; a gatekeeping phrase that excludes others based on belief, identity, or history. All while claiming to speak for a primordial, arcane, and inclusive force like magic.
Paganism is a wide umbrella that spans countless traditions; Norse, Celtic, Hellenic, Kemetic, Slavic, animist, and more. Some pagans are radically inclusive, some hold bloodline based or ancestral exclusivity. So, Paganism isn't automatically antithetical to bigotry. That depends entirely on each practitioner.
Magic has existed long before any organized belief system, before words even. Indigeonous across the world practiced magic long before the term "pagan" was used. So, to say magic "belongs" to one group erases that older truth. Magic precedes paganism.
Someone can call themselves pagan, occultist, christian, or aetheist and still carry bigotry, or free themselves from it. Bigotry is a wound, not a belief system. It's the result of fear, insecurity, and indoctrination. Magic in its truest form seeks to transmute these wounds, instead of weaponize them. Magic responds to the heart, not the label.
I tend to have a more realistic view of things, separate from how I personally, and emotionally, feel about certain subject matters. Which can cause me to seem contrarian or even problematic to some people unwilling to face the truth.
The truth is that magic is not owned by any one group, religion, or bloodline. Though many try to claim it. Magic is woven into the fabric of reality and embedded into the DNA of every living thing. It live in the land, in every breath. It belongs to the earth, the air, the water, the fire, the Source. Magic is honored by those who do not seek to hoard it.
Magic is taken advantage of by people who fear losing power without it. Secret societies, elite groups, media moguls, politicians, dark practitioners, and other sorcerers seeking to influence outcomes, are all dangerous and parasitic paths. People who truly honor magic are those who know that true power is shared, not hoarded or stolen.
Unfortunately for the original author, and those who agree, magic does not discriminate. But it does choose those who listen. And to those who live in truth even when it requires sacrifice. It chooses those who carry the sacred, not as an ego badge, but as a promise. Unfortunately that includes the people you might deem as bigots.
To say "magic belongs to us, not them" is exactly the kind of thinking and attitude is meant to dissolve. Magic is not meant to serve your ego, superiority, or tribalism. It breaks illusion. It liberates, heals, connects. You can clearly tell when someone is misusing it. They are those who only touch its shadow, not the source.
Thanks for reading,
Mazz
Many people spend their lives in conflict with one another, believing their neighbors or peers are to blame for society’s problems. When in reality, these divisions often stem from systems of power that benefit when the public is distracted, divided, and too busy fighting each other to question the larger structures that influence their lives.
-Mazzy
I stand in the space between. Not as a soldier for the left or right. But as a voice advocating for balance. I don't belong to heaven or hell. I belong to the light that preceded both. To the earth beneath the conflict, and to the spirit above the noise.
I honor difference without fearing it. I protect peace, but don't mistake it for silence. I defend the sacred within myself and within my family. Within those still learning to see.
-Mazz
The demons that tormented us as children have a way of disguising themselves as friends, and too many people welcome them back with open arms.
-Mazz
A skilled manipulator who understands astrology could use a person's natal chart to exploit their psychological tendencies, emotional triggers, and vulnerabilities. Stop giving people who seem nice the recipe to mishandle you.
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Reading this book stressed me out more than my first time reading deep occult literature. I was both intrigued and annoyed. I found myself being curious about the authors of these anthologies, and about the person who collected them.
I am really quite inspired by these lawless authors who seem to have broken all the rules of writing. They’re all so unapologetic in the way they freely tell these stories with uncensored imagination.
It’s intellectual, dark, and emotionally chaotic. I hate it. I love it. I want to put it down, but I can’t look away. I want to burn the book and bash my head through a wall. Great book. Would recommend.
I don't even remember how I got this book. As far as I know it just showed up in my inventory.
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a person can love you, but they can't satisfy the hunger in your soul.