Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

10-6-11

Thoughts on Wisdom~on self knowledge.

To gain in wisdom, one must understand two things. One~that no one will ever be your be all and end all. Not your lovers, not your friends, not you family, not your enemies. And two~that those who do not enrich your life should be cast away~like chaff from wheat. If they do not bring joy to you, however small, then they are not worthy of your acknowledgement.

Selfishness is an innate human condition. We all want what we want, when we want it. It is up to us, each of us, to decide who is worth our time and who is not. It is up to us, each of us, to decide who is worth fighting for and who is worth ignoring. It is up to us, each of us, to admit that our own selfish natures, might make us a ragged fit for most people.

Once these things have been admitted, seen as truth, acknowledged? Then we gain in wisdom and understanding. The human condition means that we never really see the other side. The human condition means that if we forgive, we are doing so for ourselves, not the other person. If we say we are sorry, we are doing it for ourselves, not the other person. At the bottom of every interaction, there is selfish intent.

I want to move beyond selfishness...but am I not human? Am I not judgmental, arrogant, selfish? Am I not a woman? I want what I want. I obey the rules that I choose, the ones I wrote. The ones that make sense to me.

In the RW? I would not step to someone else's S/o. I would not tell someone how to raise their children. I would not tell someone else how to clean their house or how to take care of their bodies. I would not tell a secret. I would not steal nor want something that I can not have. These things carry over into my online interactions. Selfishly, I expect others to have the same rules and am always shocked and appalled when I find out that they don't.

Obviously then, the fault is mine. Mine for expecting that people are like me, that they worship the way I do. That they believe in MY right and wrong. That my moral code is also their moral code. Those things are my beliefs and at the core of them is one simple statement~

And it harm none...

My morality means that I carry my truth with me. That I give what I expect in return. And that, if I am denigrated, I remove the offending party. My morality says that I should ask forgiveness if I have overstepped, not so others think that they are better than me, but so that I do not look bad to myself.

It is selfish, purely selfish, but it leaves me with a clean conscience. And that is more than enough for me. I have nothing to be ashamed of. Not here, not in the RW. I have nothing to hide, not here, not in the RW. I am as I appear, in pictures, in words, on the phone. I am always the same. It is a selfish conceit but I am proud of it. I should be. I struggled to make it so.
 
I look up from writing, stare into the depths of the water gathered beneath the fall, and think. The past 6 months have been a trial, but finally, those things are coming to an end.

Beginnings are never easy but once started, worth it. I had given up on my religion almost 2 years ago. Depression, soul weariness, heart hurt, made it so that I did not have the personal power, the self will, to move past the things that had been broken.

Reconnecting with the Earth and those who have stuck by me, both here and in the RW, has made me remember what i loved about learning, what I adored about ritual. I feel cleaner, better, more capable.
 
-The Dreamer moves slowly through the woods. Her hood is up to ward off the chill in the air that smells of the coming winter. Her movements are slow, weary. When she finally makes it to the familiar cabin, she moves up the steps and merely sits down on a chair on the front porch. She pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around her legs, resting her head on her knees. She doesn't need to knock. She knows Luna would catch her scent and if she was feeling like company, she would come out. If not, the Dreamer would move on to her Tower. -
 
Closing the file folder that contains my journey into shamanistic intent...my journal, I turn to writing. A few key strokes bring me to the thread i am working on with the darkness. I owe her a post.

I slip into a light trance, while thinking. How to best get us moving forward without taking control of her character? *think think think*


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-The Dreamer moves slowly through the woods. Her hood is up to ward off the chill in the air that smells of the coming winter. Her movements are slow, weary. When she finally makes it to the familiar cabin, she moves up the steps and merely sits down on a chair on the front porch. She pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around her legs, resting her head on her knees. She doesn't need to knock. She knows Luna would catch her scent and if she was feeling like company, she would come out. If not, the Dreamer would move on to her Tower. -

A hint~ambergris, musk, vanilla, hyacinth, snow covered trees. A Dreamer comes calling. I rise and wander homeward. I see her there~lithe, limber, muscled and pale. So very very tired.

Feet carry me to her side and one small hand reaches to stroke the top of her weary head.

I had planned on coming to your tower today....maybe we should go there now...as you look like you could use your own space...and I want to talk with you a little, without interruption.
 
-The Dreamer looks up and a soft smile touches her lips-

Certainly. My Tower is always open. I'll see you there.
 

feet dangling from a perch high above
'without interruption' she says...as if I would interrupt


HMPF!
 
Returning from the Dark one's tower, I prepare to put words to my final PM. A certain someone's scent lingers just outside my door. Call it sex and sin, I do.
Makes me recall that I only wrote two of the three owed...gotta fix that now.
 
The sounds of typing. The small giggles of someone well pleased with the pictures painted with a few carefully thought out words. Happiness.
 
The last of my self promised pm's have been sent. My one owed post has been written. I find myself at loose ends, at least until my girl awakens. I could just stare at her but that would be odd...and somewhat scary. So i decide to leave fantasy land for Neopia.

After all, I have pets that need food...and the silence there is as peaceful as the silence here.

The sign goes up.

Gone fishing.

I disappear into reality.
 
Popping back in from reality so that i can yell, cry and scream at the Mother for causing our flows to be so perfectly matched....I am hungry for her...and I can't eat.

*sighs and sticks in a song...*


Beautiful
 
-A courier arrives, leaving another letter written in the Dreamer's hand upon Luna's door.

~Its okay, Luna. You can always pm me questions, though I do miss being able to talk. Considering my hours start before the sun comes up and rarely end until after the sun has fallen for several hours, it's not hard to see why our schedules don't always mesh. I got off both jobs early today, so I was able to visit. I hope things are well for you, and I'm sorry we missed each other. When you visited my tower, I was getting ready and leaving for my second job...

~The Dreamer
 
Home again. After the joy and pleasure of the last two days, days spent with my love, in the RW, surrounded by solid walls of reality. I don't feel well. The pain of learning everything I once knew, all over again. It is a true thing, that those who walk a shaman's path end up sick a little more often than those who only worry about themselves.

It is what is. And I am much better for it. I am much better for all of it. I feel blessed, loved. Special. Ready for the next level.
 
I hope you feel better babygirl. I hate it when you are sick and around this time of the year you are always getting sick. I love you.
 
Snorts laughter as daddi's words echo through out the Haven. Too much Hoodwinked 2.

Pulling out my lap top, I go to reread the threads I owe for today. I can not wait to get started and it seems that I may be able to actually get some writing done. YAY!!

The happiness within me has bubbled over, has become a golden glow that surrounds me. I feel blessed, still. Loved, still. Content, still. It makes me smile.
 
Well u didn't seem too bubbly this morning but am glad u feel good. Love it when u r happy. Doesn't happen too often. Maybe u can help me become bubbly lol!
 
*in an off key singing voice*

Where oh where has my munchkin gone?
Oh where oh where could she be??
 
I am here, today. I have nothing planned but owed posts. I will not allow anything to distract me. Nothing. No person. No words.

Posts due. At least two. Threads to read. Catch up in. I need to buckle down. I do, I do.
Ah, I am so very very happy. Selfishly ecstatic. Go me.

My house in the RW smells of chili~simmering over low heat. Thickening up. Sooo good.But enough about that. Concentrate, wenchlette.
 
I am here, today. I have nothing planned but owed posts. I will not allow anything to distract me. Nothing. No person. No words.

Posts due. At least two. Threads to read. Catch up in. I need to buckle down. I do, I do.
Ah, I am so very very happy. Selfishly ecstatic. Go me.

My house in the RW smells of chili~simmering over low heat. Thickening up. Sooo good.But enough about that. Concentrate, wenchlette.

*slips in, sporting an almost evil grin, and sneaks up behind t3h Vulf, then sets a plate of fresh baked cookies within reach of her olfactory sense*
 
*with a confused look and 1 eyebrow raised*

Uhm...why are you so happy all the time, all of a sudden???
 
*with a confused look and 1 eyebrow raised*

Uhm...why are you so happy all the time, all of a sudden???

Cuz I am loved and wanted and special and my daddi loves me, just me, nobody else but me...

and I know it...

HA!

PLUS...I have stuff to write and dinner to finish and I am busy busy busy!! And that is good, yes?

And you understand me...right?

(It could be the G2, plus the Monster...and the walking...)
 
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