Alchemy

I’m sitting in stillness. Incense curls in the periphery, music, noises from the street. A mug of potent green tea. My tarot cards, bare on the table in their opaque stack. What kind of magic am I looking for? Say I cut the deck, like so, and turn over the top card: The Seven of Cups. Exactly what I was thinking. Because, what of it? What if I could slip from this dimension into another, if I could step into dream time, if I could construct immersive worlds and be anywhere and everywhere else than here? Would having this ability merely put me deeper to sleep? All the fanfare of the sensory realms, following every pleasure, transforming every pain, confronting fears, discourse with entities or godforms whose very cliches blow my mind with sparkling fresh clarities.

And what of the spiritual bypassing this card may represent? Beyond all this mere gratification of the senses, accomplishments of ego, that I am merely identifying with the thought of transcendence to avoid the disappointment of my impotence in achieving material pleasures. Is that the middle cup, shrouded and spiritual and glowy? Or the shadow appraising them all.

Is magic this ability to experience something special or is it a work of alchemy, knowing how to transmute whatever is at hand into something amazing until the point that whatever is at hand is amazing by itself. If so, and I think it may be, then I have work to do. With this transmutation stuff…

“Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.”
― Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

One thought on “Alchemy”

  1. Insightful juxtaposition of transcendence and magic. Reality like the exploration of whether magic is the ability to experience something already special or rather it’s the alchemy of transmuting the ordinary into something special. Leads my thoughts back to the pursuit of transcendence…or identifying with the thought of it. If magic is the ability to find the special in everything all around (rather than transmutation of the ordinary) — then what if transcendence is like magic? It’s not so much adding something to ourselves (transmutation) rather, it’s shedding the cloak of its pursuit in lieu of revealing the special, transcendent essence already present. Very thought-provoking.

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