Strange Stars and Broken Rules: A Soap Witch's Confession

As I scroll through the socials and see so many telling how to live, how to do things, how things are, I realized not one matches how I've done things. I'm no fool. I've accomplished things, but the way they phrase their ideas leaves me feeling as if I've missed the boat unless I join their chinga money funnel or do what they say, or bathe in moonlight.

Oh, I have bathed in that fashion, and to no great reveal. However, I did stand in the middle of the road last night in the chill air wrapped in a comforter and observe stars move at right angles until my neck hurt. I'm unconvinced those aberrations in the sky are satellites, as I've seen them rather closely.

Personal experience isn't for sale, and that is one of the biggest tells of the misdirection. I don't hear personal experience, unless someone says, "I made millions of dollars…" and then I ask, so why are you here telling me anything? I certainly wouldn't be.

Oh, I get it, being on here is a direct implication of the lack of understanding. So, therefore, why am I here?

Sheer self-entertainment. Pushing on the experium, the materium, the fabric of existence to see what happens. Why do I play cards with my husband? To experience the joy of going out while he holds a handful of points. But that isn't the best part, it's the expression of shock on his face. It makes me laugh every time. The precursor to the event is, did I bluff well enough?

I have to ask, "Are the social talking heads bluffing?" What is their point? What is the point of their cookie-cutter ways of speaking their goal, just to get my money? Because that is all that happens, once following someone for long enough, that "there it is" moment. Ah, I get it now, they weren't just trying to get a like or a follow, but to get my money.

And, they always ask for me to give my hatred, my funds, my vote, my disgust… All with a similar script or parroted phrase. I find all of this giving less than fruitful. More than that, I find it disheartening, soul crushing. And, when I push too hard, its somehow my fault. Some how I didn’t give enough.

I don't expect something for nothing, to be sure. But I expect a fair trade; one that I don't have to orchestrate. That seems an unrealistic expectation.

This isn't to say I'm above this process. Not at all. I have offered things and asked for compensation. Of course I have, I must have the cabbages, the scribidda, the ducats to live just like you. However, I negotiated both sides of the deal. Being under the spell of empathy has its mighty grip on me, and I always ask, "how does that feel for them?"

Often I win at negotiations, because of that very ability. It takes a ton of effort to do that, but my rule is, give more than I get, but always get what I came for.

You know how I did it, how I created an industry, new products and changed soap making? I'll tell you and it won't be behind a paywall. It also won't be easy to find. Don't think for one second this is free. You've earned it, observing this process, knowing me enough to read my blog posts. I won't waste one second of your time.

Here is my secret: I shared what sincerely and genuinely excites me. I still do. I use my own language, one the P.T.B. ignores, and I listen to a place they cannot control, deep inside myself. That self may or may not be connected to an unseen realm, but only me, this filter, knows if I'm sincere in sharing something.

This is why I stopped making soap. Each time that light dimmed as I saw people taking my ideas, not as moments of inspiration, but claiming credit for that idea. Once, twice, a few times was perfectly acceptable, but it took ten years of this for the excitement to finally die.

This isn't to say this process doesn't work. Sharing what you or I feel sincerely towards, genuinely excited about, is a great model. My excitement has landed on something else now. I am a creative being, and guard my process of manifesting that excitement closely, although, if you've read any of my books, you'll know I share some processes for the keen observer.

My rule is now broken. I don't have a replacement for that rule, but my previous process is no longer the star that guides me. Now, I have a different philosophy, closer to "create as I go" and leave the rest to the gods.

Perhaps that's the real magic - knowing when to break your own rules. The true witchcraft isn't found in someone else's money funnel or manifestation guide. It's in standing beneath strange stars, questioning what others take for granted, and crafting your own peculiar path. While they're selling formulas, we're out here experimenting with the raw materials of existence. So let's keep brewing our soaps, mixing our herbs, and trusting our instincts. In a world of manufactured enchantment, our authentic experiences are the most potent spells we can cast.