Quinn's Chronicles

To Be Mundane

The privacy and security of the Coven as a priority became apparent for my young adult self with the realization of the nature in which they had to say. Of course, this was never something I could talk to my mundane family about. I started to feel a kind of loneliness felt from being unable to claim association to reincarnated entities walking as men. Despite this, it was known that even the Albino Lioness herself would tell of some things forbidden to their mundane love interests. I renounce the issue; we should be allowed to speak of our identities to whomever we please. Only those most foolish would reveal themselves to those that will never understand or seek to destroy us. I do not wish to be enforced upon to be stripped further of the dignity and power that remains. I do not wish to expose the nature of my identity to any need not have the truth exposed to, nor give hint to those able to use that knowledge as power. Though not enforced, there is karma and spite. I thank Mother Lilith for defending me from Council, as I am yet to be awakened completely.

I have always wondered, why was I born in this time, and why am I a diamond in a rough? I am not mundane. Even in this human form, this body grows to my soul. I recognize that I am not on the level of human. I am far too aware, far too intelligent and dare say charismatic for the label of mundane. The dreams I have drive my mind to fight against the human machine. I do not wish to give they who wish to find me the chance to do so. It is for this reason that I may only tell that my eyes are one such feature that makes me distinct from humans. Those who look carefully will notice the silver crescent of my eyes, expanding and contracting to the cycles of the moon. Those who look deeply to question its changing color may become entrapped by its gaze, and at the next breath under my spell. Seek me and I will sense when you are calling out or near, and if you seek me as my enemy then may you hope that you are not victim to the spell of my gaze or the claws of my paw. Of course, those of us with sufficient psychic senses will be able to identify an adept energy worker immediately.

To be mundane is to be the sheep in human skin. It is to be unable to think independently, lack self awareness; the yes-men and throw away consumers, they who never listen to their guts, minds and hearts. To be mundane is to be gullible, to never question the nature of reality, to follow and never lead or take initiative. To be mundane is to fall victim to telepathic imposition, illusion, allow their emotions to run them entirely, and devote to religions formed over rewritten texts and twisted ideals. Mundanes do not know of the senses they could possess or the things they can do. They lack an awakening.

We label "humans" as mundanes, those found most typical, they who think that society is based on five senses and are untrained to gather psychic information. Those who do not complete the path of their journey in that life may become sealed or fragmented, they who never complete their journey become recycled anew through the well of souls. For this reason we do not see other awakened occult practitioners that know of themselves and their paths. It is unfortunate to know that the most sealed and fragmented of us may end up becoming recycled if they do not find a way to unseal and recollect themselves, though in a way they will never truly disappear from the All. If the soul core remains intact, so too the higher selves, communicable through automatic writing, pendulums and tarot if not through telepathy and projections. If all is lost, then perhaps the hidden library may have observations of their time. People who commit suicide find themselves more fragmented, perpetually repeating the act out of this feeling for longing that they cannot understand until the soul can be divided no more, their shattered remains collected by various entities to feast upon.

In truth not all souls are born the same. Those of us that choose to reincarnate for their journey understand that many things will only happen when the time and place is right. Souls can be born of many ways, of awakened stars or the manifestations of thoughts; the most of us whom reincarnate are soldiers and survivors, or peaceful scientists. Sometimes there are beings that came to this realm to simply escape the complex occupations they have in Astral. Earth being the neutral, there will be evils that arrive as well among those of us that wish to evolve, mend and heal ourselves. Consciousness is infinite, but souls vary in shapes, weights and sizes. I always knew that I was one of those beings that was fundamentally on a different level than other practitioners. I far more intuitive and far more powerful than the most I encountered after beginning to open up through various occult groups.

I learned techniques for partial projecting, energy work, and telepathy, through trial and error with the partners I've had and various substances; I was finally regaining some of the power I wanted to have from when Loki placed the seal. I can finally touch others at distances and feel their warmth. I finally started catching projections at a rate that left me satisfied. I as the one to take things as grains of salt had known of psychic abilities that society denied all of this lifetime. It was easier for me to understand and accept who I was because of the experiences I've had and the endless training in psychic skill. I hope to one day be able to flip back through the memories of my soul as easily as to recall the breakfast I had this morning. This is a capability of those who are fully awakened.

Curious. I am yet to understand all the mechanisms of the universe, and may probably never understand it all.