My December to Remember 3: Day Eighteen
News: Biden says reporters are looking at the “wrong polls” when asked why Trump is beating them, moments later DUI driver crashes into Secret Service car nearby.
Ashley Biden revealed to have not paid $5K in income taxes one day after dad tweets for everyone to “pay their fair share.”
EU Commission opens formal proceedings against X for failing to comply with its Digital Services Act.
There’s always little bits of witchery here and there in life. As my dad always says, we create our own realities. I’ve talked about this before. I’ve also talked about being an “even steven,” and being able to control things happening around me. There were times I was so obsessed with controlling the outcome, I’d listen to nightly affirmations or binaural beats in order to bring my desires to me. This has fallen by the wayside these days. Time is a flat circle. What’s meant to be will be. All I have to remember is to do good in the present and let the good times roll. Still, things that are already set into motion have a funny and poetic way of manifesting, methinks.
Last December, my company had its annual Christmas party. They’re not having one this year, but that’s beside the point. Anyway, all night, I was hoping to not run into someone. I’m not going to go into details, I just was going out of my way to not see them. Either way, I was having a fun time hanging with my co-workers, running into people I used to work with, just trying to absorb the atmosphere. I had made it to the end of the night, tired from too much whiskey, and needing sleep before work the next day. I hit the elevator button and sure enough, right when the doors opened, I was staring into the eyes of the person I did not want to see. They were in the back of the elevator, so I didn’t see them fully. Just their face. “You’ve got to be f*cking kidding me,” I said out loud, drowned out by the music. They saw me too, because they looked down, turned around, and backed out of the elevator, pretending to speak with the person behind them so they wouldn’t have to see me too. It hurt my feelings. But it wasn’t entirely unexpected. I desperately tried to get them to notice me, contradicting all that I was leading up to in that moment. Alas, nothing, and I got in the elevator and left, stomping into the cold night, not even able to cry about it.
It was just too perfect. It was exactly what was meant to happen, which is what I kept thinking to myself. If there was going to be a moment I saw that person, that’s exactly how it was meant to shake out. I didn’t feel like walking home, so I stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled for a cab to take me up 8th Avenue. The moment after I whistled, a guy on a bike pulled up next to me. “You’ll never get a cab that way,” he told me. I harumphed and said, “Sure I will, I’m magic.” And, hand to God, not a few moments later a vacant cab pulled up next to me on the busy avenue. I turned back to the biker. “See?” I said, before opening the door. “You’re something else,” the biker said before I hopped in and took off, wondering if that was just dumb luck, or something more fanciful at play.
I’ve been living in the moment far more than I’ve ever done in the recent past. I’m not worried about what’s behind me, and I’m simply looking forward to what’s ahead. I feel as though I’ve laid some good enough groundwork here that we’re not going to see devastation on the way. Things may hurt, like someone literally turning their back on you, but it will all make sense once you see the forest for the trees. It’s just how things are meant to play out, no necromancy necessary.
A couple months back, I got a DM on Twitter from someone designating themselves as the Illuminati. They said they could help me with any problem I was having. They could make anything go away. They could even make someone fall madly in love with me. I paused, reading and re-reading the note, going through their timeline to see people thanking them for the work they’ve done. It was tempting, but I just ignored it. No idea how this person found me, but even I know when something is too good to be true. I want magic, not witchcraft here. I’ve got plenty of goodness to conjure up myself. You can’t put your fate in man’s hands. That comes from a higher power. And one day, when you see you’ve got everything you could have ever dreamed of, you’ll swear someone just waved a magic wand to get you there. The trick is remembering it was you who manifested it to begin with.
