I am. You are.
At least, we are supposed to be. If only we could accept this truth without those pesky human belief systems, we might reclaim our birthright to consistently call the shots.
Any well-trained and clever witch would remember that it is she who sets the tone for her life experience. She would naturally develop her thought patterns to reflect this truth. She would fashion her intentions and behavior accordingly, knowing that it is she who ultimately holds the power to determine each and every outcome within her life experience.
And yet does she believe it?
That, my friend, is the one question in which we share our skepticism toward whether or not creative control is truly in our hands.
Well, welcome to earth.
It is here where we are systematically conditioned to believe that there is, and always will be, a force that is greater than ourselves who decides our fate.
With six billion residents occupying our physical plane of existence, it certainly makes sense that any one individual would seem an insignificant speck in an endless sea of influence. Common sense suggests that no matter what we do, there will always remain a power greater than ourselves that is in control.
Acts of God, ploys of Satan, and popular terms such as “fate” and “destiny” are used to explain circumstances over which we appear to have no control. Eventually, this stuff sounds pretty damn good. When in doubt, we need only to look upon the wisdom displayed on our bumper stickers.
..And in the grand scheme of things, it appears that shit would occur regularly.
What is a witch to do?
She could admit that shirking full responsibility for every shitty circumstance in her life has been rather convenient. Why take full ownership of your life experience when it is socially acceptable to pass the buck to a supreme being?
It is only when she no longer wants to believe that her destiny is determined by a power greater than herself that she can begin to recover her birthright to creative control. A conscious decision of this magnitude may be determined immediately, and yet a genuine belief in one’s sovereignty is a process subject to one’s acquired level of human resistance. Ingrained traditions based on thousands of years of religious explanation are some mighty tough nuts to crack.
There may be infinite ways to position a firm grip on the nutcracker, but none so intriguing as the ability to question authority. After what may feel like a lifetime of assigning responsibility to a higher power, the process of reclaiming creative control over one’s destiny may begin with a simple inquiry.
Of course, it defeats the purpose to acknowledge one’s sovereignty by engaging in conversation with a perceived superior entity. But if “I am God, also,” then a familiar little exchange between myself and myself would be perfectly sane:)
Besides, should a witch be so inclined to initiate an effective transfer of power, posing a relevant question to Oneself may hasten the unraveling process of a tightly-wound belief.
She may start with something general, such as, “What is it, Oh-Great-One, that you have in store for me as my greatest good?”
In which case, she might clearly hear the splendid truth.