Keep silent. Keep silent. Keep silent. I was recently thinking about all these times in my life when synchronicities seemed to happen, things were working well, my plans were progressing and I could make the craziest ideas happen. I had little fear, I felt like I had nothing to lose. With the presence of death always felt close, I saw things from a different perspective than most of my peers. I also would do anything to get away from home. So I made weird things happen. I will write about it later.
I remember writing down rules, my personal code of conduct. One of them was to keep my desires quiet. At the time I wasn't yet a victim of social media, with only limited access to the internet. I was much more reserved and I had fewer friends. Keeping quiet wasn't a challenging task. I could focus easier and the realm of possibilities stood open. Now I keep thinking it's something I should apply to my life today.
In the past I noticed there were thoughts and ideas I just won't shut up about. At some point I would just tell my stories to anyone who would listen. Compulsive story teller. A story - whore. I suppose I was discovering my gift of storytelling and how it affects people as well as playing in a multilingual world I inhabited. Language is amusing. It would also help me in dark times. Making people laugh with my absurd and surreal adventures was the highlight of my day. I felt like there is a reason to me.
Then came the iphone and ruined my focus forever. Social media is such a glorious device of mass distraction. Me and my narcissism found a place for us and went on with the show. It's beautiful, don't get me wrong, I met so many wonderful people thanks to it. I learned so much, I found the opportunities I wouldn't come across otherwise. But I also got caught up in the neverending bubble of stuff, words, ideas, useless, random, amusing for amusement's sake, Grotesque Cirque de Randomness.
And here it came the plague of oversharing. My own and others. A flood of absolutely everything you can possibly think of and more. For someone terrified of being forgotten, who felt like they only exists through eyes of others, social media has become a survival tool. Emotional well being dependent on the attention given to their existence. That must be healthy. So share I did. My weakness for telling stories and giving of myself projected into digital space. I'd like to think I have mostly remained tasteful and never vulgar, my point is how much of it is intentional and how much is a wasted energy for the sake of attention.
Especially thinking of the occult community. People love to share pictures of their magical tools, altars, post updates on their magical working. Hey, weren't we supposed to keep silent? I know for some it's just a superstition, that sharing something will somehow take away its power and infect it with other influences. Ha-ha, nonsense. But not for me. I think there is something about keeping things to yourself to let them work and manifest through you before plastering it all over social media. There is something extremely powerful, beautiful and divine about silence and keeping a secret. Something we don't have enough of. If I give my energy to discussions about my plans it means I don't give it to the goal. It is scattered, unfocused.
I think now more than ever we have to learn to keep silent. Don't wiggle your magic like key chains for sale. Keep it sacred and intentional. At least try and see what happens. I definitely will try to exercise more of this great power of silence and observe how it affects my pursuits. Perhaps I will change my mind and decide that being loud and chaotic is the way and serves my purpose better.
For now. I will keep silent and mind my words.