There are a few things that have happened since last post. One of them is my wondering whether slipping into a more “masculine space” is just me being a bit manic. It would explain the increased energy and the somewhat “high” feeling I got when doing that most recent Creative Writing piece…which I was uncertain how to tag, at the time. It is basically fiction, but it’s fiction with years of gleaned experience behind it (though I would not go so far as to say, “years of research”…looking things up on the web [and, yes, once in a library reference section, but that was one time, out of years] isn’t exactly research).
It’s just that the older I get, the more knowledgeable and experienced I become with regard to my mind, and the more thoroughly I can see my illness’s impact — from a young age. Things which were with me from the age of 12 are still here, but amplified to the effect of becoming a problem. (and this is on medication.)
I was planning to stay home from one of my groups in order to attend a webinar, but at this point (after looking over the “mental health” tag on WordPress and seeing the prevalence of “demon” posts), I’m thinking that maybe I should actually prioritize my mental health over career development. My psychological development doesn’t follow that of a Satanist so much as it follows that of someone dealing with mental illness.
The fields overlap, but I don’t fit in with Satanists, overall. I checked the Reader tags relating to this, and found exactly the same thing I had left behind and recalled exactly why I had left. It’s a realization that I came to several times before abandoning hope that I and this enclave would be a clean fit. Much like Sociology — introduced to me as “the study of groups of people” — the cultural body of Satanism is not accurately referenced by the official definition (or by anti-Satanist propagandists).
(Sociology is, rather, the study of power dynamics within groups of people, and how power constrains and shapes society, and how those living under power find ways — called agency — to negotiate being, granted these systems of power which they cannot directly confront, which grant them some fulfillment [if not, entirely, the freedom they desire].)
Chances are that in the future, Satanism will look appealing to me again; and then, if nothing has changed, I’ll — again — remember why I left. If, that is, I look back at the community for reference. If I don’t, I would be in the majority of Theists, as solitary, and also pretty much in the vein of, as I’ve heard, “do anything you want and call it Satanism.” (One of the reasons I don’t fit in as a Satanist is that I’ve never been Christian. Because of this, I have no base to start from, other than being negatively blasted by scattershot propaganda in a religious context.)
In fact, if I hadn’t been able to do anything I wanted and still feel included as a fringe Satanist, I probably would have decisively left a long time ago. Instead, I had a prolonged period of time in which I was able to develop an attachment to some Deity (not Satan as defined by any Abrahamic religion) whose name and larger context I didn’t know, but whom I felt comforted by and grew fond of. They say that God comes to you in ways that you can accept and deal with, and I think this was an instance of that. The more I think of it, the more it seems like a polar reversal, with the “bad guy” comforting me, and the “good guys” encouraging hate towards me…for nothing I had done wrong, except exist.
But in reality, I seriously do not blend in among Satanists. I am actually closer to Neopagan, at least demographically — but I’ve tended to have an “edge” that some do not; and my lack of fear of the “dark” has…not elicited the most helpful responses. Moreso when I was younger, though the Pagan Reconstructionists were fine with it. It’s more the New Age types who have tended to focus on, “love and light,” seemingly exclusively…which I find to be dangerous.
When one’s unwanted aspects are ignored, denied, and pushed down, it tends to cause a potential lack of control which isn’t as severe when one is aware of them and knows them, how they work, and one’s own capacity to harm others. (A while ago, dealing with this — “Shadow work” was the term used — became popular, but I was already deep into my “Shadow” and needed a light that wouldn’t shun me.)
My desire to learn more about creativity and about Deities of creativity…that stems from wanting no longer to be ignorant about things when I reference myself against established religions. (The only thing that can end ignorance, in this case, is research.) It also comes from wanting to find who my Deity [or otherwise, the spirit and/or set of spirits I’ve become attached to] is [or are], if they’ve ever been referred to before.
The closest framework I have is the Dukante hierarchy, but…let’s say that I kind of don’t want to deeply enmesh myself in “dark” work (by this I mean Daemonolatry). Though from what I understand, some African Diasporic religions also tend “dark” in the sense of concentrating on emotions that are hard to tolerate/painful. Understandable, in context…but my life, most thankfully, isn’t in that context right now.
And…I forgot what the other relevant things I could mention, are. (I forgot to note them down before I started writing.)
I’ve decided to let the homework for tonight, slide. And I’m not going to call it in. It is 1.5 points, but…the grad program is intense, and sometimes it is just better to say “no,” as in, “no, I can’t do this right now.” And, “no, I don’t want to make it up, later.” Just to save what there is of my sanity. I did do 20 pages of reading, in a very difficult text, earlier. It wouldn’t be an issue if the text weren’t so hard to get through…but there is constant reference in trying to remember what all the acronyms mean, the text is generalized to the point where I actually have to think about what is meant, etc.
I did remember that I had found the fabric dyeing tag on WordPress…I have been looking at printing recently, particularly linoleum and woodblock printing, though. I’ve also been thinking about what I would do if my creative work was not something I would hope for monetary return on. In that case, sewing and fabric arts (hand stitching and embroidery, most apparently) come to the fore. It could also be really interesting, though, to get back into linocuts (linoleum block printing). I also know how to do stencils, which is a related focus…and then if my attention is still held, I might go on further, to woodblock printing. There is just a lot of working process that I’m not familiar with and never had to do with painting and drawing, though. For example, sizing the paper so that the colors do not bleed.
And I have realized that the art is something to keep me alive…not, so much, something to sell. This is on a much more basic level than that.
With that in mind…I did find a nice image which I may make into an acrylic painting…another ice-plant floral.
And, right: I mentioned the desire to find Deities of creativity, which got the same parent as before, worked up. Apparently I’m trying to find too many answers and need to let things just be. Like it doesn’t matter if I know what gravity is, so long as I know that things fall when they’re dropped.
I can’t say I agree with that (I’m naturally inquisitive), but I suspect the viewpoint comes with age. That, and I think — to them — it may up the ante too much to get a Deity overtly involved in my life (at this point, I can always tell my mental banter to shut up; I am not on that kind of a relatively fearless playing field with a Deity).
But I’ll get some rest…I can feel myself slowing down, about now…