We've probably all been there, Shadow, its part of growing, both in natural terms of age, and especially in the Mysteries.
We grow at different speeds, and in different directions. Tastes and goals shift and evolve.
"When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. "
As one progresses in the Mysteries one is inevitably brought into contact with like minded people with whom one can share what becomes possibly the deepest and most intense side of one's life. There is a tendancy to gravitate towards those who share your interests.
But that does not mean that the other sides of the personality should not have fun too, and share a different kind of love and closeness with friends. Many of these friends and aquaintances will, inevitably, become the 'natural wastage' as your futures change direction and home, work family occupy time and attention.
Discretion is the key, I think. While there is no reason to deny the inner life, it doesn't need to be shouted about.. circumstances dictate when to speak and when to keep silent. Very few people of my aquaintance have ever known of my studies. Most have picked up that I may be a little 'weird'.
It is only recently, through painting, writing .. and very recently radio.. that I have chosen to 'go public' with my personal beliefs. One of the main reasons for my reticence has been my children. I didn't think they needed to grow up with their Mum branded as the local 'witch'.. a complete misnomer, but that would have been the inevitable, if erroneous conclusionEven my partner still calls me a witch, with little interest and less knowledge.




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Even my partner still calls me a witch, with little interest and less knowledge.

... I think I exude 'weird'.. it emanates from the pores of my very skin and it's tendrils curl around the fears of people I meet, or even pass in the street, and so they instantly judge from that place of fear and resistance within themselves. They cut the conversations short and hurry away, or simply cross the street to avoid passing through my energy.

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