Divination

Do you ever wish that you could know the future?

I was talking with a friend the other day, and we were discussing the nature of divination. Is it possible to know the future? How would that happen? Would you even want to?

My personal feelings about it happened to be that I wish I had an oracle or cards I could ask about the nature of choices I make. I wasn’t as worried about detailed answers about the exact trajectory of my life. I just wanted to remove some of the uncertainty from decisions I make. That kind of uncertainty that frequently keeps me from making any decision, or worrying incessantly about ones I’ve made or am making.

I believe in a loose version of Destiny or Fate. I think that generally, things happen for a reason. I don’t think we’re all part of some intricately detailed, finely mapped out plan. I don’t believe that we’re all tiny cogs in one enormous machine, clicking and whirring together in perfect precision.

I think we’re more like an ever evolving sculpture. Decisions are made, things happen and there is intent behind them. They may not result in what we were hoping for. Further changes are necessary. I think all events are intertwined, but exactly how is a mystery to us all.

Magic 8 Ball

Magic 8 Ball (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What I would really like is to be able to ask questions like ‘If I buy this car, will it financially hamper me for the next few years? Or will things work out just fine?’ The answer could be simply, ‘Now isn’t the best time for that purchase.’ I would be content with that. Almost like a ‘Magic 8 Ball’ that was actually prescient.

That’s the kind of divination I would be really interested in. There’s much fear in the uncertainty of life. For some of us, that fear can be crippling to the point of physical pain. Some of us are so concerned about making the wrong choice that every decision becomes rife with pitfalls, and any choice is a bad choice.

Of course, I’m a big fan of magic and wouldn’t really object to full-fledged seers either.

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Pop Emotions

Isn’t it interesting how the media we experience everyday can affect us in extremely profound ways?

I watched a television show that was doing a special episode having to do with the death of a character/actor. The character’s mother said something that really caught my attention. She said “but I would always think, ‘how do they wake up every day?’ I mean, how do they…how do they breathe, honey? But you do wake up. And for just a second, you forget. And then, oh, you remember.”

That split-second when you forget about something as painful as death, or the overwhelming feeling of stress you’ve been dealing with, or any other pain or loss. That one second when you heard something to make you forget or laugh. That one instant when you weren’t awake enough or were too focused to remember to be in pain. It’s beautiful and fleeting. It’s one of the small miracles of how we deal with insufferable pain.

Like everything else, we humans can’t let it be. Then we remember. It all comes crashing back in wave bigger than it had been before. Like a Tsunami, it’s worse for having been gone for that moment.

We all deal with pain, grief, and loss. We sometimes have time when stress and responsibility overwhelm us. It isn’t something we can avoid. When it’s really the crushing weight of something serious. When it’s something that pulls the tears from your eyes because you’ve just run out of other things to say and do, remember those instants of clarity.

Hold on to those seconds. Keep those moments close. When you catch yourself in one, draw it out. We all feel wrong when we stop being sad when we know we ought to be. Sometimes it’s those moments that get us through. The quiet joke, or the peaceful sigh.

It will all come rushing and crashing back. It will. It always does right after. Just try to hold tight to those seconds when it wasn’t. Sometimes that’s all you can hold on to.

Waves crashing

Waves crashing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ouch (In Which I Express Pain)

I’m sore.

Like, certain muscles feel ready to detach themselves and walk away like they were quitting a job in the middle of a shift.

I can narrow down why a couple of these muscles seem intent on calling in sick, but not all of them. This is where my brief distress begins.

Unknown pain is a pretty scary thing(possibly). I’m not overly concerned at the moment, but I’m not really a fan of unexplained soreness, as a rule.

I’m also not really attempting to complain here. IT’s getting late, I wanted to put something up here, and I was kind of at a loss. Then pain. Here we are.

It’s probably not a bad idea to just put this up and head to bed. It’s likely this will cause pain to cease, until I get out of bed in the morning, and the soreness is redoubled.

I’m really glad I have that to look forward to.

 

-Christopher