Hashtagging the Apocalypse..which it isn’t, btw

 

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So…the election was a shocker.  People are processing it on all sides. Social media is a minefield of vacuous positivities, calls for direct action and fear-mongering amongst the erstwhile patriots.  A delight, all around.

I think most of us need to be treated for shock with a warm blanket, some strong sweet tea and a little nap….because there is much to do.  I reposted the Tower Time documents on my Facebook page but I have some doubt that people are paying attention any more than they did the first, second…eighth times I’ve posted them, either as a group or singly.

For those of us who lived through Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, etc etc….we have a clearer vision of the things that could happen and some thoughts about the things that won’t.

I’ve been playing with hashtags–

#whatwitcheslookslike

#bethewitch

#LoveintheTimeofTowers

#carolinacassandra

#WitchStrong

But, to speak truth, I think one of the hardest things about this is knowing that so many powerful magic-workers were so clearly focused, to no avail.  Embarrassing really.

Except for this–one, two, three, brickwall.

That’s my motto for magical work.  I will give a working three attempts, with more focus on each successive try. After the third unsuccessful attempt–when I run headlong into the brickwall–I stand back and consider that it was not my work to do.

Imagine that…not my work to do.

More to come in the next days, from your friendly village witch.  Some of it you won’t like at all.  Not one little bit.

 

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