do no harm, but take no shit

I think sometimes people misunderstand me when I use the above phrase as…life tenet, for lack of a better word?

I’m a witch (specifically a Wiccan; I first learned craft under Reclaiming tradition teachers, but now I’m quite happily a solitary Daoist witch — and yes. there is close to perfect syncretism between Daoism and Wicca), always have been, so part of my way of living has always included the final part of the Wiccan Rede: and it harm none, do what ye will. I still live by do no harm. Or, at least, I try not to.

But I take no shit, either. I don’t do that by hurling insults or arguing with people with dreadful takes or sinking down to their mud-bellied levels. Why waste my energy? Why injure myself?
I turn cold. This is ice magic.
This is word magic…in that I don’t say a thing when they’re dying to make me do so.

You want to talk shit? Do it in your own time, not on mine. Get out.
You want to be vile? Not in my spaces. Consider yourself thrown out.
You want to argue about any of this in bad faith? Meet the ice wall that is me, not saying a word to you.

I do not waste my time on deliberate vileness. Racism, sexism, misogyny, transphobia, homophobia, outright cruelty. This does not deserve my ears or my thoughts.
You are essentially banished.
I take no shit.

So you’d best take yours elsewhere.

As I said to a friend the other day, I’m Seelie to my bones, but I know how to fight.
I know how to banish, shield, and protect.

And sometimes, just sometimes, you can destroy the rotten miasma that people insist on bringing into your space, your home, your heart, your enjoyment, without even lifting a sword.

I’ll leave the actual violence to those who are better equipped to deal it out.
But I took a vow to choose the light, to choose the White Rose. And no racist-spewing dipshit will make me break that vow.

I choose the light  by actively shutting out the darkness.
I’m not ignoring it. I know it’s there. I know what it’s doing. I can hear it banging on the door and wheedling to get in.
But I don’t let it in. Not this witch, baby.

My doors cannot be breached by the hateful, and those in my Homely House are always safe. Always.

 

 

beyond faith, beyond reason

Oh, yes. Finished The Secret Commonwealth…either yesterday or the night before it, and I just. Just.

I don’t know what to say, really. It wasn’t perfect (there seemed some mild inconsistencies with dæmon ‘mechanics’, for lack of a better term, that were introduced in HDM…but again, we saw those things almost solely through Lyra’s purview as a child, and she’s now an adult and privy to things she just didn’t know as a child, so…), but I loved it, and…it punched me right in the heart, and I needed it to.

“Had reason ever created a poem, or a symphony, or a painting? If rationality can’t see things like the secret commonwealth, it’s because rationality’s vision is limited. The secret commonwealth is there. We can’t see it with rationality any more than we can weigh something with a microscope: It’s the wrong sort of instrument. We need to imagine as well as measure.”

You know what I love the most about the book? Is that this is absolutely not a children’s book. Lyra grew up and the original readers grew up, too, and it honestly feels like Philip Pullman wrote this for us, which is admittedly ridiculous, but. I feel a little more anchored in the world because this book exists. Isn’t that weird?

The spoilery things below the jump~

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