The Magic Bullshit Shield

Imagery.

I imagine something and make it viewable. I write something and make it imaginable. I + mage = Image. We are all mages, tricksters and creators. ALL of us. How this expresses itself is the only variable.

I respond, with my tactile senses, to something and it moves me to a non-tactile ‘place.’ It moves me to the ‘mage magic’ place. This is expressed in so many ways. When I was young there was a girl who was on the cheerleading squad. I only have seen this once in my life and I have seen many cheerleading squads but she was exceptional.

Why?

I tried to figure it out for a long time. She had short, dirty dishwater blond hair. She had terrible acne. She could not do the splits of any of the fancy stuff the rest of the squad did. Her parents were poor and not ‘town team sponsors’ (which will often get an ‘average’ girl an ‘exceptional’ placement.) She was NOTHING at all like a cheerleader and she was not even a SNOB!

She was like no one I ever met and I liked her and so did everyone else. I asked her, while riding that ugly yellow signature school-bus, what her secret was. See, at that time, everyone was calling me a ‘witch’ and so I was studying that. In those days, way out in the tall grass boonies of Oklahoma, in those ranch town libraries, about the only thing you could find was about the Salem Witch Trials. She looked at me in a strange way and then she said, “I am happy and I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I am happy anyway.”

She really WAS happy but there was more to it than that. Her personality ‘stuck out’ farther than her skin. Her soul was larger than her body. After that I started to LOOK AT people and LOOK INTO them. I learned this:

The two do not always match.

There are those walking around in this world who are very powerful people and yet do not fit any descriptors of what a powerful person should look like or be. In doing this I met many such people over the course of my life. There was the young man who was the shortest, most snaggle toothed kid in the school and yet, when he played music, the girls who hung out with the homecoming queen would ask him out on dates. Once his band mates asked him what his secret was and why weren’t they getting any action as they were tall and ripped in comparison to him. He just smiled and shook his head.

There was the hippie English teacher who was weird and stoned and yet we learned more in her class, than we ever would learn anywhere else, about language and how it works. She was tall and strange with wild black hair and everyone made fun of her. She didn’t care what they thought.

It wasn’t the ‘I don’t care’ that is a REACTION to bullies and their bull shit but an ACTION that told the bullshit people, before they reached that stage, that their bullshit was not going to work.

That was the secret. Understanding what bullshit is and making yourself impervious to it.

Bullshit proof.

So for the New Year hits that is my wish for all my friends: that you keep, or learn to wield, your magic ‘bullshit shield.’

I Am Racist

I am racist

I am a human racist

I believe that human beings are equal in the race called ‘Life.’ This does not mean that I think Life is fair. Life is never fair and never equal BUT, to ME, a human being is just another human being.

Yes there are times jokes do not cross cultural boundaries. Yes there are times that I, and another member of the HUMAN RACE, do not understand each other. Sometimes I get butthurt and sometimes they do but the bottom line is still the same:

WE are a part of the human race.

Countless Europeans were killed at the hands of Romans,

Countless Asians were slaughtered to establish the Mughal Empire,

Countless Chinese were murdered by Japanese in WWII,

Countless Jews, Countless Blacks, Countless Native Americans, Countless SW Asians in post-modern war-fare, Countless Gazans, Hutu’s Tutsi’s…

….countless HUMANS in histories I never studied because there is no ‘Rosetta Stone’ to read the scribbles with…are dead at the hands of fellow HUMANS!

I really don’t care what colour you are.

Really.

I don’t.

If you are an a**hole you are an a**hole. End of story.

If the fact that I do not take a person’s colour into account when murder happens makes me a racist then I am a racist!

I am a proud racist!

I am a proud member of the HUMAN RACE…

I want PEACE and not WAR…

I want people to stop killing each other in the name of (whatever pathetic excuse they have) and I want people to respect each other and try to see things from all sides if they are able.

The End.