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How to embrace the Silence, A Witch's Guide By Marina Zrnic©

 

Try to understand that we are all made of the same star substance and in each one of us there is the same amount of energy that will be fully used and burnt once we finish our journey through this world. Throughout all that time, we spread our knowledge each and every day and revise it like old rags which are no more useful. Our knowledge gets worn out as everything else does. We are in decline and the highest peak of our substance was the moment when we were made. That is as high as we can get during our lifetime. You will never be so fresh and unused as at that exact moment when you started existing.
Touch the ground with your bare feet, touch it while chewing a piece of salt.
We are roots and soil, water and air, light and sound. We are exactly the same picture you can see above yourself when observing the universe. You are on the other side of the magical mirror and you will be sucked into it when the time comes. There is nothing wrong with knowing that.
Solitude is all around you and all around the stars, in them. Solitude is the tissue that unites all the galaxies. Solitude is what makes them part of a company.

What is above is like what is below, and what is below is like that which is above.”

We are the overall solitude that is reflected onto us from the sky. Solitude gives us the light and makes us understand that what we know best is the silence, the thickest and the deepest one of all, her majesty Silence.
Chew a bay leaf. Resilience and acceptance is what you seek.
Our resilience and strength can be wrapped in a bay leaf. Our fake magic is like the cricket’s rubbing in the summer night; we rub ourselves in order to run away from the solitude. This is not possible because our solitude comes from above not from the inside. We cannot rub away the universe. We are the universe.
All that magical whispering and the rumours that the universe sends to us are constantly being ignored. We have lost it. The majority of us has lost it, the one and only knowledge that can’t and never will be worn out, the knowledge of the solitude and silence. It is so that in order to keep it, you must sit on the ground and touch your belly, you must lose time with yourself, light a candle and observe it until it burns. You must watch the stars and forget about your job, about your credit, about your new laptop; you must unplug the TV, switch off the radio and shut up. You must resist and shut up all and everything around you, because, so it seems, nothing is more urgent than you and your silence. Nothing. Not even your bank loan, not even the car you bought yesterday. All that will disappear as soon as your light turns off. There will be no vibrations behind you as you’ve never vibrated. Your will is the only thing that resonates.
How do we vibrate? Plainly said: just by being, just by silently being. That is the only true way, the only possible way of embracing the universe and silence. There is no other way to leave trace, to leave some vibrations behind you. Like a stone thrown into a lake, it is, it just is and it makes a few rings around the place where it had fallen and it falls on the bottom until, a few hundred years later, the water throws it out. It just is. That is the happiness in this world, the spiritual form of being present in the present, of being aware
I am aware of the spell.
Know that nothing is wrong in the way you feel and nothing is wrong with what you feel. The idea of not having wrong feelings is the base of what the human being always was, it is the base of magic and of all our spiritual paths. There is nothing wrong, because nothing that you could feel is wrong. The universe is indifferent to it and all that will vanish in the sea of silence. The future is a plant of a present seed.
Behind the silence the truth lies. The one and only truth. Once embraced and excepted, it brings peace and understanding, it brings self-confidence and strength. You do not depend on anybody. You do not depend on anything. We are not separated from the rest of the substance, you are nothing special nor different. You just are. Your vanity eventually has to except that you are and that is all. You are silence and your fate is your will.
Next time, before starting anything huge on your spiritual path, try excepting the solitude. Try sitting on the floor or gather some chestnuts from the ground, try sitting under a tree. Learn how to be in your own solitude, in your own lake of being. Vibrate your soul towards silence. There is nothing wrong with it.

All that you have done is yours.



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