I am a big fan of the woo woo.
I collect books on spirituality.
My YouTube subscriptions and my feed reader are full of people talking about Tarot, spells, spirituality, and woo.
I read Tarot, Lenormand, and Oracle cards.
I do yoga and meditate.
I carry around crystals in my pockets and sleep with them under my pillow.
I smudge my house with palo santo and sage.
I read synchronicities like divine signs from the universe.
I love circles of people openly sharing the things they’ve experienced, even if they’re “out there”.
I’m fascinated by insights of people who call themselves psychics and mediums.
I delight in all things magic, from ritual to sleight of hand.
I talk to spirit guides who are sourced from pop culture, historical figures, and a magician I used to live with.
I am a seeker and a modern mystic.
I’m also quite often feel like I must be the most ambivalent person on the planet when it comes to my passion for the woo.
One day, I feel it… My connection to the universe, the greater purpose and plan, embodied in my senses, feeling the joy of being alive, connecting with other people meaningfully and deeply…
Then, the next day I’m just like… fuck this nonsense it’s all bullshit.
It often comes for me at the point of over saturation.
The woo space is crowded, and my woo is not necessarily your woo or the lady down the street’s woo.
We might have the woo part in common, we might share a common language, but everyone’s expression of such is incredibly different.
This is because ultimately, woo is about creativity, and just like in art… no artist is exactly alike. Everyone has their own perspective, their own take on things, their own opinion, their own interpretation.
It’s tempting to take other’s opinions and interpretations on as our own, without examining whether or not what they say is actually true for us.
The more voices we consume, the harder it is to hear our own… at least, I find.
I worry too much about getting it “right” rather than just staying true to my own experience.
I get shaken when strong personalities insist that there’s only one right way to shuffle a deck of cards.
So, I take a step back and surrender to how I feel.
It’s okay not to be woo woo round the clock.
It’s okay to love it one day and think it’s a crock of shit the next.
Ambivalence is healthy.
I think it keeps us honest.