I love Edgar Allan Poe. When I read his poem, The Raven, during high school, I immediately fell in love. So much so, that this poem continues to be my all-time favorite. I bring him up because he often comes to mind this time of year. C’est la vie!
YouTube has me shackled to it like a slave on a transatlantic trip to Hell. (Yeah, I wrote it.) Anyhoo. The recommendations offered to me on that platform often make me pause, for I wonder “Why did that video show itself?”
Men like to control, which is why the patriarchal way of measuring time came into play. The Divine Feminine became Father Time and God because men simply could not accept that all this shit was created by a feminine essence. Yeah. We are about to travel deeply into the rabbit hole, folks.
I am always fascinated whenever I am doing some mundane task, and a whisper beckons my thoughts to pay attention to it.
I have consciously been practicing one form of “magick” or another since 2005. Yes. I am coming out of the magickal closet, folks!
Found myself on Amazon’s Music app listening to an album I adored in the 90s. If you are a savvy music lover then the title totally gives it away. 🙂