Stories as energy
If there is one thing I have always been certain of, it is the magick of the storyteller.
When we embrace stories and our ability to weave them, we embark on a different kind of magical practice.
The way words can weave new worlds from thin air, taking you on a journey to far off lands, emotionally connect you to people who may not even exist – in the conventional sense at least – is absolutely fascinating.
Stories have been a part of human history since the beginning, helping us to remember the essence of who we are, and who we wish to become.
As a Celtic Witch studying the Bardic path, stories evolve into the mysteries, touch stones of human psychology and spirituality, and whisper to us of something greater than ourselves. The purpose and the unfolding of magick, Witchcraft, the unseen, and the Gods.
Storytelling is alive and well, as much a part of us as bone and sinew.
Stories are miraculous and nourishing to the spirit, powerful and life-altering, and sometimes heart-breaking and disturbing.
They touch the live wire of our souls and make us think, and feel, consider and rationalise, dream and imagine.
Stories are an imprint of what a spell can be – altering the fabric of the Universe and our lives in the process.
That makes them truly magical!
It is not something I perceive to be celebrated often enough though, with spiritual or witchcraft circles – who seem to be desperate for recognition and respect, determined to present a thesis of Spirituality which is couched in scientific terms and traceable historical facts.
Which is well and good, you can believe in spirituality and science, as well we should. Strange and unfortunate consequences occur when we ignore the natural law.
But the longer I wander the old forgotten paths and seek out wisdom in nature, the more I am convinced that balance is the symphony of the supernatural (and natural) worlds – that magick was never meant to be the divorce of heart and mind, but the interweaving between both.
The consideration of both. The mistakes of both.
Remove your heart or your head and there is no magick.
Rationality without emotion becomes cruel and unforgiving, and emotion without rational becomes unruly and indiscriminate.
Both become unfair and singular.
For magick needs your humming soul, your emotional range, your sharp mind and your ability to create.
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Stories as Magick
Stories can be spoken or written, small retellings of personal encounters or long sagas of fantasy told in old tomes.
We tell stories about ourselves (and others) every single day – whether in the internal landscape of our own minds, in conversation to one another, or typed up on a social media blast.
Stories, and the words that bind them, can be used as weapons: to wound, to disparage, to discredit, to destroy.
Just like any other kind of magical spell.
Your version is your story – the power of your words, your impressions, the interplay between what you thought and felt in that situation.
The impact of a story unspoken on our mental and emotional wellbeing can be immense.
Stories as Curses
A curse in the Celtic tradition is often a blasting of words spoken from a particular position, usually centred around the left side of the body, on the left leg with a left hand pointing for good measure. Sometimes magical tools are thrown in to boost or direct the curse more effectively, but the driving force of the spell is words, fuelled by breath.
The Universe is always listening. The spirits all around us are always listening.
We are all villains and heroes in different peoples’ stories – and some of that has nothing to do with how you acted, what you said, how you rationalised or felt in those interactions.
Those moments come from identifying ourselves with what we found in the pages of a book, or in a retelling of an event by another. If we can accept personal responsibility when it is appropriate to do so, we align with something incredibly magical – the act of personal creation.
The shape in which your inner story takes is largely up to the author – you.
For although we cannot foresee all the twists and turns of the narrative of our lives, we can choose how to interact with them, what we say, and how we move through those scenes… and above all remember…
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