I have a meditation and a witchcraft practice that I have been doing for a while. Recently though, I have begun to be much more open about it and have even been shareing my practice with my sister and neice and teaching them things about magick, paganism, and spirituality in general. They both enjoy it a lot! My neice is obsessed with it actually 😂 But I've never really been in the position to teach this stuff before, especially a school aged child. So I'm curious to the people who have or have their own children involved, what kinds of activities you had them do, included them in, what ideas to introduce them too first sort of a thing.

Many months ago I intentionally sat down to make some art for some peaceful regulation and some fun. I made this piece and the colours felt playful and youthful like my inner child so I wanted to name it as such. I sat for a few seconds and waited for the name to come to me. ‘Lola, Goddess of Play’ came to me (a fictional goddess, not factual, unless there is/are indeed goddesses of play) Anyway, just a moment ago, I googled something about the path of enlightenment and part of the result said ‘the oscillation between forgetting and remembering becomes a play (Lila - The Hindu word for divine play)’. …Lila? I just found it astounding that the name ‘Lola’ came to me as this playful name, and it sounds kinda like Lila, which I’ve not come across until today. Look, it excited me and I came to show you all, ok? 😂

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCbwftxkOm8 High above the shipwrecks, from the lookouts of the towers, bent and distant over the elements of disaster, over the things that happen beyond words, celebrating nothingness, along an easy wind of satiety, of impunity, over the metallic scandal of weapons in use and weapons laid aside, leading the column of sorrow and smoke that leaves behind its endless battles at the fall of evening. The majority stands there, the majority stands there, reciting a rosary of petty ambitions, of age-old fears, of inexhaustible cunning, quietly cultivating the horrible variety of their own prides. The majority stands like a disease, like bad luck, like an anaesthetic, like a habit, for those who travel in stubborn opposition, against the current, bearing their special mark of special despair, and among the vomit of the rejected take their final steps, to deliver to death a drop of splendour, of humanity, of truth. For the one who, in Aqaba, cured leprosy with a makeshift sceptre, and scattered in his wake devastating jealousies and children, with improbable names borrowed from tango singers, within a vast programme of eternity. Remember, Lord, these disobedient servants of the laws of the pack. Do not forget their faces. After wandering so far astray, it is only right that fortune should help them, like an oversight, like an anomaly, like a distraction, like a duty.

Hi, my name is Vicente, I’ve been following ray’s teaching over 1 year, currently I have voices in my head that tell me what people are talking supposedly about me, this is something that’s happening almost every single time that I spend ruminating on my thoughts, often they tell me awfull things that disorient me, but I know I will rise above it and that it is only a matter of time until I can control my attention and benefit of every situation that comes in my way of life.

What I'm saying here, i'll try to frame as better as i can not to fall into the usual stereotype nonsense that divides us Brothers and Sisters. Not because We're stupid, just cause it hurts so much that the shortest path is often accepted as the most likely answer, as neurology discovered. The most comfortable resting point. Yet the path goes much further beyond that mere simplifiyng, and stopping there is tearing us all down. Tonight i was incredibly grateful to have this conversation peacefully, with one of the dearest friends i have. She's a great listener and supported my path like nobody ever did, listening, respecting, confirming, pushing me further, challenging and hugging me through most of it, even if the occasions to see or phone each other were very rare, even if my vision hurt her at times. We talked about this thing i am going to share, or better i rambled and she listened attentively, got really uncomfortable but very interested, concluding with "there's some truth in there, i'll think much about this". and i am really grateful. There is an unspoken divide between human females and human males. i've realized it is so rooted and it is so deeply unconscious that whenever it comes up knives are unsheated. Nobody wants to talk about that. Everyone gets uncomfortable. Yet it is Love. Deserved. Felt. Ungiven, denied or not shown. Therefore a shadow, and maybe one of the greatest. Both of us are doing our particular flavour of the fault that causes it, and sometimes discuss with friends or strangers of the same sex about the fault of the opposite sex, and most oftenly argue about this when it comes up with the opposite sex. Much more often never admitting our side's faults. My intuition tells me women usually go much more in depth with their closest friends, while men are usually more sarcastic and circle around it. You know... feelings... :P Basically: When we speak with a woman, say Romina, there comes a specific point when we project unto her all the injustice from all the females we have endured through life.