Of lives and sparks


Passion filled

So why did I talk about technowhizzes the other day?

I'm glad you asked. And even if you didn't, I'll still tell you. That's just the kind of generous guy I am.

I think the desire to control and influence your surroundings is tied very closely with the roots of what makes magick possible. It doesn't have to be a "pure" working, mostly you can work with what is already there.

For example, one guy who didn't make my list last week used to take things apart and put them back together for the heck of it. He'd always have parts left over, but the thing would run better. For a while. Then catastrophic failure. Being around him was always an adventure. Not exactly a whiz, but hell-on-wheels when it came to kit-bashing.

My grandmother could give a feng shui master a headache. She knew nothing about the practice, but she could rearrange glassware and "play-pretties" with the best of them.

Everyone knows people who keep the strangest items near to them. While my taste may not run to nudes on black velvet or turd birds, I can't deny that these items have emotional resonances for the people who keep them. Emotion can key passion. From there, it's just a small step to shaped by thought and driven by passion.

Of course, I am just the guy to be talking about this, aren't I? With the tool fetish and the Wild Man statue, I'm an example myself, if from a different viewpoint. And with better taste (ahem).

It doesn't stop with the items around you. The clothing you pick out "protects" you from the world. Trust me, I know that one from experience even if my preferred mode is to peel out of the clothes. The music you listen to shapes your thoughts and emotions. I know someone who likes Disney tunes, and those are good. But for good feelings, it's hard to beat the Beach Boys.

We wrap ourselves in our favorite passions. In fact I can't type that without thinking about my parents and a song called The Shadow of Your Smile. Or a song my maternal grandfather would never tell anyone what was, but his whistling a bar or so would make my grandmother blush and tell him to stop.

It's raw orgone floating around, needing only a template to shape it.

Is it any wonder that some people get more out of gadgets than others? They have interweaved their lives with it, they've never stopped "practicing." There are cooks who can walk into a kitchen and turn the most "bleh" dishes into something to remember with just a few deft touches. There are musicians who can take a simple tune and draw it though your soul.

It's love of what they are doing and what they have done. It's something drawn from deep inside themselves and shared with the world. It's "the stuff that dreams are made of," although technically that probably should be "the stuff that dreams are made on."

Neo hums an old Eurythmics song.

It's just a matter of looking for the magick in odd places. You just never know where that creative spark might show. Even in the places you think are dark and without any magick at all.

What I called technowhizzes are just examples of rational people learning to manifest the Spark that lives inside them. The only way I know to make that Spark stronger is to use it and to pass it along.

Just something to think about.

"Sweet dreams are made of this, Who am I to disagree…"

Enjoy the rest of your Tuesday, everyone.

Posted: Tue - May 19, 2009 at 01:47 PM
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