Soliloquy in Vagary

By Ignacio Hickory and Sarah Sheppeck

Musings, ramblings, poetry, and maybe even a bit of wisdom. I am no one in particular, no one to be discussed. We all need to show each other more kindness and understanding. Sincerely, a hobo.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Industry of Absence
• Release date: Dec 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781087994703

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Autumn

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round this time of year people overreact to certain things. What do you do when a black cat crosses yer path? Do you not walk under ladders? Do you throw salt over yer shoulder, say god bless you when someone sneezes?

Most of these are harmless but i ask: pay attention to yer own thinking, particularly if you experience any symptoms of anxiety—resist repetitive ritualized behavior—superstitious or not, especially if you have no know reason to do it. If you wish to hurt any living thing, seek help from a doctor because you have been taught something that makes you feel like you're not in control. There is a tremendous amount of power in faith and fear.

Belief can harm us or heal us. There is personal work involved, rather 'n reflex. Knowing you have to fix yourself should always the first path. Please just be thoughtful. That black cat has no ill will towards you. Your black thoughts do .

If ever there was a time fer the veil to be at its thinnest it is now. Whenever our world is turned upside down, wherever there is a wound, where things go black and all is unknown, the veil thins. Wherever there is a vulnerability, a crack in our defenses, in our sureties and our normalcies. Whenever there is a dying of something: our lives as we knew em, our old selves, our bodies, a

loved one—the veil thins.

In this liminal, broken open place, the world and its interconnections seem to come alive in ways unexplainable. Here there is no division between the mundane and the magical. The departed revisit as owls, spirits knock at doors, appeals are made by fox and coyote and crow. Here we come face to face with cougars on our evening walks, which we had dreamt of the night before. Here the visions and voices of the sacred come to us. Here we learn the language of nature herself.

Only, it is not the world that has come alive, but we ourselves. We are the ones removing the sleep from our eyes, finally seeing clearly what has always been. Seeing not just what is in front of us, but what is beyond, beneath, above, around, within.

And now, during these numinous troubling times, the veil is thin and growing thinner. More than ever people are dreaming of ancestors coming to help, to guide, to comfort. More than ever people are dreaming big dreams, showing us what is real