My Secret Life

In my secret life, I am training to be a warrior-goddess. I say it's my secret life because no one knows the extent in which this is becoming who I am. I have my normal life, a job; I earn money; there are people I know. They think I'm like them, but at odd hours I'm someone completely different.

I go wandering in the forest; I meet magical beings; I see magic all around me. But communicating this to other people is not always easy. Now I see that there are other intelligent beings sharing the earth with humanity, but we are not sharing the earth with them. People don't even acknowledge their existence, which is a shame because they have so much to teach us.

At first they are invisible, but when you hear a little whisper, see some movement in the foliage, or feel a tap on the shoulder when it appears that no one is there, that is the moment to stop and listen. Take the time to sit still and commune with that hidden world. It is in those moments that these magical beings will reveal themselves.

Their mode of existence is so different from ours that it is difficult for most people to even comprehend. Because they can't conceive of such an otherworldly existence, they cannot see these living beings even when they are close by.

At first I was frightened, but then I realized that ignoring them did not make them go away. All it accomplished was to make my life less interesting. When you've entered that realm and then slam the door between the two worlds, our rational materialistic world seems dull in comparison.

When the doors are open, magic seeps in. It can be as simple as a heightened level of perception. The colors become brighter, deeper; sometimes they radiate with light; other times the colors have meaning; they tap into something deep and primordial within us.

When you've glimpsed it, you begin to want more. But you have to be careful which doors you open....

I'm So Not a Warrior-Goddess

I met a woman who calls herself Artemis, and she sure looks like the real thing. She says I'm supposed to follow in her footsteps, become the next Artemis, but I'm soooooo not a warrior-goddess.

A warrior-goddess is tough, right? But I'm a wimp. My life is boring. I don't like where I live. I wish I didn't have to make so many sacrifices. I'm cold. This room is ugly. I wish I had more privacy. Maybe I just can't see the good in what I have.

Excuse me, I'm freezing and I have to pee.

Okay, I'm back. So where was I? Oh yeah, I'm tired, cold, sad, and have a stomach ache. Probably just nerves. I think being miserable is what causes me to write. The world I create in my mind is my refuge. I wish I could be like the women in myths, novels, and films whom I would call warrior-goddesses. Like Sabriel by Garth Nix. She's cool. She's tough. She doesn't whine or complain.

I need to study warrior-goddesses. How can I become one if I don't know anything about them?

Can I Step Into Dion Fortune's Shoes?

Well, as I've just discovered I have a few followers, I'd better get serious about blogging again. I won't mention everything that's happened since the end of August (too much). I'll just start off fresh.

Yesterday I finished reading Moon Magic by Dion Fortune. It's the second time I've read it and I was as blown away as the first time. In fact, that book had such a powerful impact on me that I wrote a 94,000-word novel titled The Magical Diaries of Lilith Fyerider.

As far as I know, there's nothing out there that even comes close to Dion Fortune, but I hope to be the one who fills the gap. I'm now writing a second novel titled Journey to Artemisia. Trinity, the OCD warrior-goddess, is the heroine of the novel.

I've decided to blog as Trinity from now on so I can really get myself inside her head.