Respect is a funny thing, especially in occult circles. People crave it. People demand it. People give it way too freely when it isn’t owed nor deserved.
Too often people walk around feeling as if respect is something they are entitled to, that should be automatically given them. Funny thing about that. It takes more than titles, or pretty altars or flowery prayers written on Facebook, or who you know, or what you write. It’s about what you do. It’s about how you do it. Whenever I hear someone cry about being offended, about not being granted respect, I wonder more about the person doing the bitching than who they are actually bitching at. People who genuinely deserve respect don’t need to stomp their feet and squall like injured babies. They work hard, for their spirits, for their magic, for their community. Work hard, and the respect comes. Give respect (and give it the right way, to the right people), and respect will be given in return.
It’s all about the spiritual umwelt of the magus or spirit-worker. I am not a product of my environment, the environment is a product of me. Now granted, there are a great many things–and people–that one simply cannot control in one’s environment. The trick here is this: how do you choose to act? Or, how do you choose to REact? Time is precious. So is energy. It’s also valuable. The village dog will bark and lunge at the passing lion, and to his brethren he may seem absolutely fearless, and the lion cowardly for not engaging. And in the tiny world of the village dog, the lion is a coward. But in the world of the lion, the little dog is not worth even a passing thought. He has cubs to protect, and hyenas to kill. He will not waste his precious time on a skinny, flea-ridden village dog. He is entirely above that petty nonsense.
Too many people spend so much energy worrying about respect, when they should be worrying about the spirits and the community of people they’re in service to. They should be worrying about themselves. Otherwise, it really makes me question what the hell their motives are in the first place. Where do you choose to channel that energy? Arguing over who’s wrong on social media? Worrying over your public image and whether or not you’re being respected as the big, bad magus/shaman/spirit-worker/tata/yayi/whatever? Then I begin to wonder when a fervent prayer on social media becomes just a string of hollow words, and a pretty altar just that–pretty, with no actual substance.
Then again, there’s always what my dad used to say: Don’t write checks with your mouth that your ass can’t cash. Conduct yourself accordingly. Don’t call yourself a priest if the only altar you worship at is the one you built for yourself, using whatever god or gods or spirits as props for your swollen ego. As a Leo, I’ve always said that having an ego is a good thing, if you didn’t you’d might as well be a reptile. However–having an ego is much like having a penis. It’s fun to play with and stroke on occasion, but you shouldn’t force it on someone else, and there are certain times and places where you should not be taking it out and playing with it.
It’s as simple as that, really.
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