My nephew wisely pointed out, “That's like buying an erector set, with directions for making a Ferris wheel and other items. You put together the Ferris wheel, then claim the company 'made' you build it.” He was aware enough to apply this realization to his own behavior regarding his current employment. It also kicked off a stream of memories from my own past.
|Erector Ferris wheel: you control it, we control you.|
One Monday morning, the Principal stomped into our 3rd grade classroom, and called Anthony to stand before her. Anthony was a short, shy boy, who now walked the rows of desks like a prisoner going to the gallows.
“Sister,” said the Principal to the homeroom nun, “Did you know that Anthony missed Sunday Children's Mass?”
“You missed Mass?” the Sister exclaimed.
“No, Sister, no!” Anthony protested. “I missed 9am Mass, so I went to the 10 o'clock with my parents.”
“The 9am Mass is specifically for the St. Peter's children. Why did you miss it?”
“I overslept,” Anthony whispered softly.
“And who's fault is that?”
“The Devil, Sister. He made me sleep late.”
The next thing we knew, Anthony's head was saying “howdy” to the blackboard, while the Sister screamed, “Don't you be a smart-ass with me, young man!”
Apparently, Satan was the “big bad” - but only hypothetically.
|Sister Mary Karma: miss Mass and burn!|
Years go by, calendar pages fly off the wall, yadda, yadda, and I am now working for INA – the oldest Insurance company in North America. I didn't announce that I was a witch, nor did I hide the fact.
|Go ahead, blame me for your incompetence. It would be such a simple spell...|
One day, a particularly lazy co-worker approached our boss. “I know I'm not doing the quality or quantity of work the others are doing, but I think Kat put a hex on me. I just can't concentrate.”
“Well,” said the boss, “I advise you to recover quickly before I tell Kat what you just said. If you weren't hexed before, you're gonna be. Sit down and do your job.”
|According to some, the INA break room|
I'm running into this in the magical community, as well. If the outcome of spell crafting results in majorly bad mojo, the fault lies not in ourselves but in our stars. (Sorry, Willie).
Be adults, folks. Are you entitled? Yes: to use your abilities “if it harm none”. Once you have considered the full potential impact of your magic (or your behavior – this isn't just an esoteric consideration), you are free to decide your actions. If there is a negative effect, own it. Make it right. Don't go whining to your Elder/High Priest/ess crying, “Johnny took me to Denny's for brunch and now I gained 5 pounds. So, I cursed him with genital warts..but he MADE me do it. He KNOWS I have food issues!”...
... and your Mommy took away your sippy cup too soon, so now you drink.,
... and Fido the chinchilla liked your sister more than you, so now you fear rejection.
... and your cousin heard you fart in a public bathroom, so you now have performance anxiety.
Yeah, yeah. OK.
|"No, that wasn't an EVP...and I'm never coming out!"|
Time to evolve, people. Own what you sow, good yield or bad. Acknowledge your errors, apologize, fix them, forgive yourself, learn and move on. Remember: taking the responsible high road can bring it's own kind of magic.
So ends the lesson.
Meanwhile, back at the house.. I saw my surgeon Monday. The pain I am experiencing is totally expected. The top pin sites are inflamed because my skin is moving on the pins, causing irritation.
IRRITATION? Oh HELL, no. Burning agony. So, Kat finally got drugs. It's not my usual solution, but it helps me carry on. I do have a date for fixator removal: January 31. Huzzah! Think clear weather thoughts for me.
|Percocet: sacrament of the gods|
I felt nothing. NOTHING.
He should demonstrate this for one or two of my visiting nurses.