The Elder Goth - Real Magic

An ongoing journey to inner peace.

It's time to take a breakabd step back from the digital trauma social media enables. Social media pages breeds online hatred because the online world is a toxic environment. I have no need for social media toxicity. I have direct channels of communication with the people with whom I want to communicate. Social commentary online is not discovering inner peace for me. The doom scrolling is my enabler. I'm closing it down, again. By reducing my digital footprint, and it's the same as one's carbon footprint, I can redirect my energy to more positive things without toxicity. There are interesting people out there. I recently listened to Jaron Lanier on a podcast. There are islands of useful resources scattered throughout the vast expanse of the online cesspool. It's healing the cracks. It's been a peculiar time, as far as peculiar times go. I'm not a practitioner of magic, I don't need to be but if I were my conjuring would be of the natural world, Radagast. I respect animals, people not so much. Two little birds eat from the discarded cracker biscuits in the parking lot outside the Spar where I stopped to purchase lunch. Sunshine of the winter morning is peaceful. I sat observing two male birds circle each other and circle the discarded cracker biscuits, each would in turn partake in the indulgence of a morsel and each would in turn fend off the other from the buffet. The instinctual behavior of nature intrigues me. This micro telenovella playing out in the midst of an ignorant human environment. Alas all was over, the birds flew off, cracker biscuits quickly abandoned and forgotten with the arrival of a giant Bridgestone tyre entering the parking space and crushing them into the rubber tread pattern. I strongly recommend taking time to observe people like they were the subject of a nature documentary. Sadly applying narration to cctv footage is not Discovery Channel material and more sadly neither is home video found footage uncovered in a serial killer's residence. Isn't that interesting, people will film and study everything else but each other because that's just too creepy. I neither condone nor condemn such proclivities, society is far more broken than wildlife voyeurism. I'm suggesting people take a look around more, see the world in which we live, emerging from the digital depravity into the peace embrace of nature. Then again, by my observations, the woman exiting the vehicle is far too high strung and far less interesting than the Bridgestone radials attached to her vehicle. I do not view the world through a person lens. As Agent Smith explained to Morpheus: 'I'd like to share a revelation during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You are a plague, and we are the cure.'

I see life as shared time on this planet. The universe and everything in it was here long before us and will be here long after is. Our lives pass through in the briefest of moments. Having shared my tale of friend of human, a feral feline befriending and sharing lunch with my work colleague I next encountered a wayward traveller of flight and fancy. The little fella hitched a ride perched upon the wiperblade of my windshield. My guess he was tired and befuddled by the morning traffic jam that a windy few miles got him out of the bustling city slum and into the calm scenery of suburbia. I watched him fly off toward the treetops, all is well with the world.