Tuesday, November 18, 2025
Some people seem to have charm. I may be overly romanticizing, but I’m beginning to pick up on something that can’t be described as anything other than sorcery. Sorcery is often thought of as black magic, like incantations and hoodoo. But there is a part of life that is whimsy and full of charm. It’s not luck, but it feels that way.
Sorcery is related to source, but ‘off’ slightly. If you pause and wait, you’ll notice thoughts come out of nowhere. Poof – there it is. Then, there it is not. I want to know where it came from. Where it goes. Where do my choices come from? Do you choose? Or do those pop up too? Can I choose to choose or decide to decide? Can I decide to stop deciding, or decide to stop thinking. Or stop remembering.
The nature of life – poof, there it is. Then, there it is not. Who flipping this switch? Is this black magic, trying to keep the switch ‘on?’ On and off – poof. Who can sustain? Who can make it? Like a flash, it’s over. On and off is all there is – a binary system. We fear ‘lights out’ will be permanent. No lights on out without lights off.
Where are thoughts before they arrive? Where are choices before they are made? Where was I before my eyes opened? Where will I be when my eyes close? I can’t imagine being anywhere else but here. I can’t imagine being in any other time but now. I could imagine ‘not here’ and ‘not now,’ but reality won’t allow me to experience ‘not here’ and ‘not now.’
It’s never ‘not now.’ I’m never ‘not here.’ Is that charming and quaint, or is that an insufferable bore? Do I have a choice? The only sorcery is thinking that I do. Source is all there is.