I watched a storm roll in through a wall-wide window on the third floor of an office building tucked into an artificial forest. The clouds, a tumultuous dark wall, seemed to hunt a room full of developers, QA engineers, and frustrated business analysts but most of them – us- were unaware. I rose from my tiny space, in the squashed too-hot confines of that agile room, and went to the window to view its approach; thoroughly enchanted.
Once I did, it seemed others began to take notice of the coming rain. The conversation went from testing, defects, and requirements to storms from the past. It seemed as if a shift had occurred as more eyes turned to that window and others joined in observation.
The dictionary definition: Enchantment
: a feeling of being attracted by something interesting, pretty, etc. : the state of being enchanted
: a quality that attracts and holds your attention by being interesting, pretty, etc.
: a magic spell
In the middle of the workday, there is very little that can be considered enchanting. In some ways, enchantment is frowned upon. If you’re busy being ensnared than you aren’t busy being productive. And for some strange reason, this annoys me. I almost feel a compulsion to fight against it.
Through random interaction, one coworker began openly discussing his love of psychedelics, another showed me pictures of her family in India and her desire to see them sooner rather than later, and while I’ve never confirmed my own predilections, preferring to joke dryly about my cat or failed marriage, I sometimes feel like there’s a very subtle tinge of Kirke and high-strangeness to my days.
There is power, a magic, in nudging others toward stripping off the stale air of corporatism that is worn purely to be perceived as a proper worker bee. Through “company culture” you are hammered down into a pleasing configuration that suits those above you such that they can reach their goals. Enchantment in many ways works counter to this. It’s the subconscious wish fulfillment, sex for the inner individual soul; and while it can combine well with of others it is ultimately selfish and self actualizing.
It can be an act of piecing together that which one finds interesting, or beautiful, inspiring and intoxicating,and weaving it into the fabric of everyday existence; no matter the social mores in place that frown and say otherwise.
Enchantment, strange drugs, willful distraction can seem a small revolutionary act in a world insistent on cloaking us in fundamental materialism, vulture capitalism, and rigged politics as if this should be enough to sustain us.
On the other hand the role is dangerous. There is always a power in knowing secrets, in seeing through the masks and seeing in. The ability to influence others with little effort can almost be thought of as manipulative. More than a few individuals I’ve encountered in “high ranking” positions have been unable to look me in the eyes when we speak. When Lucifer and I first began this, whatever it is, the “sight” was one of the worst aspects; seeing human weakness and switching between loathing someone for it and feeling sympathy as another flawed package of meat, water, salt, and intentions.
I wear my weaknesses as armor. You cannot hurt me with knowledge I already possess. But people handle their quirks and short-comings in different ways. For some, the status quo is to either pretend their weaknesses don’t exist (arrogance) or pretend their weaknesses define them (self-pity and sloth).
No one else has to turn anyone into a swine. We’re quite capable of doing that on our own.
Eating from the tree of good and evil will kill you…as those who wish to hold authority over you see you.
The destruction of inhibition is healthy in the right dosage and damaging/terrifying to those who don’t know how to balance their measures.
Breakfast with Kirke can lead to all three or none of the above. I guess it depends on the drug of choice.
I can’t find the artist of this, so if you know of the creator? Fill me in?
Drugs of Choice:
Gordon’s got a new blog post up over at Rune Soup. As much as his posts can be heavy reading I can’t help but chuckle sometimes as many people have been in the “brace” position all of our lives because there’s no other way for us to survive.
How to Tell if You’re in a Greek Tragedy; because sometimes you really need to know amirite?
Roles of the sacred column in both Hellenic and Hindu tradition are discussed in Lykeia’s latest post over at Beloved of Apollon. That woman takes me to church every time I read her words.
Learning Dutch? No? Well here’s a Dutch language blog anyway. You’re welcome. Transparent Language has many others so find a language you want to learn (Even Latin and/or Greek) and get a daily dose of contextual language study.
Thenea of Magick from Scratch talks about something I noticed YEARS ago, Western Hypocrisy surrounding animal sacrifice (or other “unorthodox religious practices”) in a country filled with people who (wastefully) consume meat like cows may one day vanish.
Veggiewolf delivers her take on Orkey, the adversarial, and the role this plays in her religious/spiritual sphere.
And finally, I’m not reading this but if you haven’t seen the prelude for the film Star Trek: Anaxar than I’m seriously questioning your life choices.