Ever had a bad night, where you just couldn’t do what you wanted? Then don’t try!
I keep getting these cool ideas for a “shortcut”.
I’ve heard some others in the chat feed.
And I love shortcuts!
But there’s one fatal flaw in shortcuts.
They assume it’s “all us”.
They assume we can learn sorcery, through our own magnificence. And because Mommy put all of our crayon drawings up on the refrigerator. She told us we “are very talented”!!!
But in fact, we are not.
Our only hope lies with intent.
If we work hard, intent might figure out what we’re after, and “gift” us.
But if we work very hard on a “shortcut” we believe we have discovered, intent can’t figure out what we really want. Or what we need. I’m not sure which it really is, that motivates intent.
But Silvio Manuel had the right idea. When he needed something, he just shouted “INTENT! INTENT!! INTENT!!!”
By the way, Carlos made fun of a lovely young woman who went into the backyard of his compound, and supposedly shouted “Intent!!!”, all night long.
I can’t be sure I’m remembering correctly, but I believe he made the analogy of a cat in heat.
I suspect he was teasing her partly for fun (she became the topic of what putting in some work looks like). But also, for fear of the neighbors. His compound was well surrounded, including tall shrubs, but not enough to block a young woman shouting at midnight.
While trying to force my “shortcut” to work, Fancy pointed out some witchcraft potential in what was surrounding me. She wanted me to stop and smell the roses. She gets to smell them too, when I do that.
I’d already tried so hard to do what I wanted that my assemblage point had slid very far horizontally.
I tried to correct it, noticing it had slid right. I slid it left. I don’t know if that’s really “better”, but don Juan seemed to think so.
That’s where Fancy found something interesting. But darned if I can remember it. When she pointed it out, I mentally added it to a “bucket list” of things to do, if I ever got some free time.
Cholita started dancing at that point. Or stomping. Or maybe she was cleaning.
But she was definitely singing. Not 30 feet from me, but behind 2 walls.
The shock to my assemblage point changed everything, and I felt tired.
I lay on my side, to ponder why I was having such a bad night.
A couple of hours later I emerged from a dream I was sharing with Cholita, and the answer came to me.
You can’t TRY!!!
Archived from Reddit · score: 12 · upvote ratio: 100% · flair: Darkroom Practice
