I balked. I always balk at that question. I refuse to claim titles for myself unless they're bullshit titles (I'm a Saint, remember), I don't want power – over you, or anyone else, anyway. Power over myself or for use by myself is a bit different, and bothers me far less. I know what knowledge I can and can't be trusted with after years of dabbling in whatever I've felt like.
But, no. I'm not an Adept. Good god. That'd ruin all the fun, wouldn't it? By my token – and I'm speaking outside the context of Grades here because someone can hold a Grade that declares them an Adept and fall short of my expectations – an Adept is an individual who's synthesized a huge chunk of at least one system, elementally balanced themselves and prepared their consciousness for the raw matrix of the so-called “inner mysteries.” Those mysteries come in different flavors, and it wouldn't do to over generalize about them. You get the mysteries that the path you've moved along has prepared you for. Worrying about what they might or might not be beforehand is pointless and an excuse to ignore the Work.
So. I'm not elementally balanced. I may have some chunks of various systems in my head, but they are hardly complete and sometimes some of the discussion I try to follow cause my eyes to glaze over. Because the matter being discussed bores the Hell out of me. So I just tune all of that data out, and go do something else. I'm undisciplined. Lazy. I wield my pride like a weapon, and find the usual comments from certain types that I must purge myself of it to be... Well. I normally notice that they have it, too. They just hide it and deceive themselves. And I refuse to play that game. I am better than that. I have pride where I have pride, and I should also be aware of my weaknesses. And so I am.
I've just spent the above time trashing myself to make a point, though. Knowing my weaknesses leads me to wonder about when I should say someone is wrong – especially in spiritual contexts. How am I to know that? What if I'm wrong? What if blocks in my knowledge are leading me to erroneous conclusions?
So telling people that “energy” is bullshit, or that a given system is bullshit is hard for me. Because I rarely feel that way. What if it isn't? Reiki looks like crazy talk from loons to me, but what if I'm wrong? How the fuck do I know that you can't become an Reiki master in a weekend? Who knows. If you've got the talent for energy down already, why not? Maybe it's just proper instruction and streamlining the process that you need – and not years of training.
On the other hand: it takes 10,000 hours of work on a given subject to become an expert. Just take a moment to try and comprehend 10,000 hours of your life being dedicated to a single, given subject so you can know it back-to-forward. There are a lot of fake experts out there. And many of them deserve a good kicking.
And in that case, I say – kick 'em. Fuck 'em. Who cares, right? Let them reap their grand rewards as they come. Let them experience the rage of others who discover they've been misled. Let us make of a spectacle of it, even. Or not. It's still a subject, “who cares” general train of thought that I'm trying to hold here.
So with all of that said:
I like Heathens. I like GD folks. I am skeptical of many Reiki masters, but they're cool, too. I like the OTO. The IOT is laughable, but acceptably so. We ought to expect that of the IOT. The A/X will forever be the anarchy of awesome. Eclectic Wicca? Why not. Traditional Wicca? Assuredly. Traditional, non-Wicca, Witchcraft? Definitely.
I sort've feel that people should choose a path, work it, and just stop worrying about what others think. Unless their actions are so unspeakable that the law ought to be involved, why bother with it at all? Expect bad behavior everywhere. Expect some folks to hold grudges.
So from hence forth I'm going to work on a policy of, “not for me, but hey – do what thou will, right?”
I doubt I'll ever be less critical of specific thoughts, however. Or gross misbehavior from wankers. But wankers gonna wank, right?
So keep at it, friends. Enough wanking and surely you will save the world. It's what Chaos Magick taught me. Or so I'm always told by those that “know.” (I'm not smirking as I write those words. Really.)
This entry was pointless, meandering thought. If you've read this far, I apologize. I've undoubtedly wasted your time.