2002-10-09 - 3:19 p.m.
No, I have no life, nor do I have any work to do.
A friend of mine said to me today: "It always amazes me how much we tend to want to let words define us, to even control us"
And I started thinking, well of course we do. Words are all we've got. We try to squeeze all of ourselves, all of our emotions, everything we want to share with anyone through words. Over the phone, over email, over time and distance. They are the art form we revere here. Trying to bring others into our lives, trying to see inside others' live through words.
But then the thought comes, what gives words that power? Intent, right? The will that brings you to create these words. Without desire, without will, words are just air. That's why it's so f**ked up when someone calculatedly lies to us ... because they thought about it, they had to will it before they could word it. Of course, that's the great thing about all of those sweet nothings and sweet somethings ... what incredibly positive things must have gone through that person's head before they gave those words breath? When my words have the potential to hurt someone I usually take solace in my intent. What I send out into the Universe, invisible behind my words carries all the power I ever have.
Well, that and my own action. Which is the third part of words. Words are air, and intention simply a nice thought, if we can't back them up with what we are actually going to do about it.
So which is greater the intent that inspires the words, the words that give body to the intent, or the actions that create the reality in which the intent and words can touch others? Personally, I would say than none is greater because no one part is worth anything without the others. Or they are certainly lessened ... made weaker without the support of the others.
And what control do we allow these words, or intents, or actions to have over our selves?
The power of hope, perhaps. That we are going to find the right combination of words/intents/actions which will bring us to the reality we want to exist.
That thought makes magic fun. Because it is by being aware of your own words/intents/actions that you shape your reality. There's more to it, of course, but that's basically what it boils down to. That's the begining of "ziploc bag and pointed stick" style magic.
Whee.
So, do we seek to allow our words to define and/or control us? Yes, but not to the point of forgetting that we define and control them.
Take care
M
(the inevitable quote, flail me, baby!)
"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered."
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
