And I don’t want the world to see me, ’cause I don’t think that they’d understand. When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am.
With Easter starting tomorrow, I was going to write another post about the birch. Since in Sweden this time a year, I see people walking around with them everywhere, constantly tickling my poor depraved mind. Unfortunately though, most ignorant fools put them in water and decorate them with colourful feathers, eggs and other silly things, instead of using the birch the way it was made to be used – on a bare bottom in need.
Furthermore, I was going to write about witches – fascinating, beautiful creatures that according to Swedish folklore flew to the Devil’s ballroom, known as Blåkulla on the Thursday before Easter. Therefore, Swedish children walk around that day, dressed as witches complete with brooms, coffee-pots and home made Easter cards, asking for candy. Almost like the trick-or treat tradition. I’m not going to Blåkulla this year though. I haven’t since I met Sir T. Now I’m more of a disciplined witch. A wicca perhaps
In any event, a thought came over my during today’s yoga session, that I wanted to share with you, dear reader.
It was about my inner being. You see, I’ve been reading the trilogy about His Dark Materials, by Philip Pullman. It started with the Golden compass that became a massive Hollywood production a couple of years ago. The film inclined that there might be spanking sequences in the books, which is why, of course, that I had to read them to find out. There’s talk about spankings and a stern tone from the adults, but no actual, juicy descriptions. In spite of this slight disappointment, the books are really good. The language is wonderful and has helped improve my English vocabulary, which hopefully shows And there’s a lot of religion and philosophy in it, worth looking into.
Pullman describes the soul, your daemon, as an animal that is your constant companion, mirroring your personality. I already know what my daemon would be. A wolf.
The thought that struck me though, was the importance of sorting out who I am. As I grow more and more successful I have discovered that people tend to project all kinds of characteristics on me that I do not actually have, which hurts. More that a severe birching, in fact. But today I realised that as long as I know who I am and what I stand for, this will no longer affect me. Same thing with people expecting and hoping for things from me. If they comply with my core, then naturally they can have them, but the decision is mine, and mine alone. This may seem obvious to you, but to me it was a great realisation.
As seen above, I have also rediscovered an artist I loved in my late teens. Luis Royo. Today, I feel that some of his work is too Goth and emo for my taste, yet some of them still have a strong, arousing effect on me. I’ll share them below. Do you find the same spanking undertones that I see, or is my depraved mind playing tricks on me again?
Have a lovely Easter, and if you want to join me in spirit, make a birch tomorrow and ask the love of your life to make proper use of it.