So writing keeps me honest, and it’s easier to write with an audience, my personal journals notwithstanding. If not an active audience, then at least the idea that my thoughts are out there, possibly having some resonance in others’ spheres.
I should feel despondent right now perhaps, but I feel equalised. In balance. I have been reading, reading, educating myself, feeling more myself again in doing so. The works of Neville Goddard have been… panacea. Certainty of outcome brings peace. I have been acting more in alignment with my own values, knowing, as Dantalion impressed on me, that “it is too late, it is already done”. See: reddit.com/r/nevillegoddard.
Recently I realised that humans, as young children, learn emotions. These emotions are wholly integrated in each of us, down to the very marrow. The experience of joy, excitement, fulfilment; all of these are as ingrained in us as breathing – lessons from our earliest days. They are yours to feel, any time you so choose to access them. So choose them. Live the experience of “having” and feel the joy, the excitement, the fulfilment. It is hard work to train your mind to turn away from negatives, but it is worth it. As an exercise in manifestation, yes, but more so purely as balm for the soul, to realise you can tap into the mindset of happiness, abundance, contentment whenever you wish.
The more I read, the more I agree that everyone (or everything) is “you pushed out”. We’re all lizard-brained neanderthals sitting around the fire, projecting shadow puppets on the cave wall, changing the scenery with the merest twist of a finger. Consensus reality is not beyond your scope of effect.
This is all vague as hell, right? Let me be more concrete. This is a journal. It may or may not have additional ramblings appended in future. Two things I’d like to share at this time:
This thread -
Affirms my own view of reality, as well as its related reading: http://www.foundalis.com/phi/WhyTimeFlows.htm
I like my magic to be heavily flavoured with theory, I suppose.
Second, I feel compelled to share the following, which continually fascinates me (and maybe only me). It is the first part of a very personal poem written as part of a petition to Duke Sallos. Oh yes, the petition was granted, but is still very much a work in progress. In my case, it was written in one night, transcribed in ink onto handmade paper, read aloud, signed with Duke Sallos’s seal, then burned with a sample of my dried blood. I then refused to re-read the poem (saved on my computer) until the petition was granted, despite being very tempted to do so. If it wasn’t clear, the petition is love/relationship based.
I share only the first part as it is quite personal, but I feel comfortable urging others to reach out to the mighty Duke, and if you please, to adapt this for your own ends. Certainly add your own flair, make it heartfelt, outline your desire and your offering. I hope someone else might find use of it.
Serena Alora Sallos Aken
who will we be when we come to the end?
the thread of two heartbeats each thrumming in time
all is before us, all is behind
in each world, in each pattern, to search and to find
splitting, diverting, coming back to one kind
in twain and betwixt and before and behind
above and below, each dimension, each time
drawn to each other beyond rational mind
my heartbeat in his, his heartbeat in mine
the Duke in his Palace tilts his ear to my rhyme
And with that, I bid you, good reader, adieu.