I am in the midst of a transition within my practice in several areas, including in emphasizing a different approach or model for what I already provide.

I am honestly trying to offer a unique and enjoyable perspective to those aspects and bits of information which I consider an important supplement to or even a complement for the support I provide.

Foundationally, I approach helping others in a very Rogerian way, emphasizing empathy through understanding, and I make use of Jungian ideas and principles for how the mind works, which I usually feel led to share.  This includes relating how the unconscious acts as a storehouse of information for what to work on, this material coming up as part of a natural process meant to inform us.

Dovetailing or building on Jungian principles of the unconscious, combined with or maybe even supplanted by spiritual understandings I know and have experienced over a lifetime, approaching half a century now, I am all into offering the esoteric knowledge I feel essential to living a fulfilling life.

(Esoteric knowledge being that which may not necessarily be readily available to know--knowledge that is hidden even.)

This is what it comes down to, I feel.

I can provide support and help others transition through difficult experiences and experiencing in life, but I feel like I have a storehouse of knowledge and understandings just waiting to be shared, for me to provide.

If this is the best that I offer, how can I not share it?

This information may actually be more informative in a curative and healing way than any conventional approach to helping can provide.

An attempt at summary of the esoteric knowledge here:

1) We are all driven by the desire to know ourselves completely, which ends up being as an individual expression of the universe as a whole.

2) Between any two in this world, whether this be between a person and a place, an object and another object (or thing), or between any combination of these three, the natural tendency is towards union and wholeness, relating rather than distinguishing and distancing.

3) Personal power means our ability to experience and do what we want.

Conclusions to be drawn from the above:

1) We are not ultimately in control of what we do if we are all being pulled towards knowing ourselves as an individual expression of the universe.

2) We can assist in this process more gracefully by using our personal power to go towards this understanding with awareness.

3) Some level of surrendering to the mystery behind this pull towards knowing ourselves completely seems inevitable.

Concepts which support the above:

Magic describes the dynamic pull towards union we experience when we surrender to this process and experience the wonder of it.

Alchemy models the transformation of ourselves into this ultimate expression of ourselves.

Divination becomes an act of surrender to the mystery pulling us towards knowing ourselves in this complete way.

The sacred feminine, finally, represents the ultimate love of the universe, bridging the gap between us and this understanding of who we are, pulling us towards this understanding.

Now, I feel I am ready to share more openly this information that I know, and I am happy to provide this as part of what I do.

I look forward to being able to share this with you, for you to enjoyably benefit from it.

... this being the story of a wizard, the fifth part, continued from Dragon’s breath ... it began in Return of the wizard.

Gaining his bearings once again, he sits up briefly, then lies back down in his room in the tower, his torch sconce on the wall slightly askew from his re-entry back through the window.

Unscathed from the dragon attack, and the dark Goddess enticing and bewildering him through its flames, her having attempted to immolate him into ash.

He himself flew through the window, remembering his mother at the time.

His back aches a bit, pulls his hand away from it, green, dark green.

Great, a bit of blood, he thinks.  Slightly contaminated from an overuse of magic for protection.

The flames had been hot, but his will had prevailed, provided the protection he needed.

His shoulder on his opposite side now aching him.  His grey cloak blackened and slightly torn there.

He had called down lightning, and it struck him and the dragon.  In need of slight mending, he thinks.  Myself and this heavy thing.

He sits up more gingerly, his head swimming a bit this time.

He blinks his eyes momentarily, and finds himself sitting heavy.

Heavy on this stone floor of his tower.

The earth begins shaking, and he fights panic.  The tower violently shakes.

It all stops then.

The corner of his eye catches the dark beast flying away, looking behind itself as dark clouds begin to gather.

The beast not dead, but defeated, and deterred at least this time.

The window curtain begins to toss and blow freely as a darker wind starts to tease and pull on it.

Momentarily, eyes through the dragon, a rough and scaly mind, hatred, just hatred, and the instinct to kill.

Flame cast before his new eyes, the eyes of the dragon.

DRAGONSLAYER! it roars, flames pummeling the air.

The wizard just regaining his feet finds them shoved backwards along with the rest of him.

The force of the dragon's will finding its purchase this time in the killer of its kin.

A dream within a dream, he thinks.

Shards from his broken mirror litter the floor, caught in his beard and greying hair, cutting him slightly as he starts extracting pieces.

What to do about this?

The dragon far away, but ever so near in its hatred.

Thus he began weaving his spell of concealment, the wizard creating a better world to see outside as his life slowly ebbed.

Preserving his life cycle in the process.

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(Continued in Darkened doorways.)