This morning I heard that the Catholic Pope was planning to resign. For someone that is not in the least bit concerned with Catholic/Christiandom, I sure have occupied a lot of my thought this morning to his stepping down. I have to ask myself questions. Why do I care? What about this is bothering me? Why does it offend me?
I think my issue with it all comes down to magick. His resigning as Pope doesn't make sense magickally. Let me first off say that I reject Catholicism as a faith for me. It just isn't something on the menu. My hunger is satisfied at the table of our Lady and our Lord, and a small host of other Gods and Goddesses, their God isn't even in the building.
Let there be no argument that a whole lot of magick goes on in Catholicism. System upon system of magick that has existed for a very long time; and at the top of that magickal hierarchy is the Pope. Additionally, no Pope has ever resigned. It is a station for life. So essentially there is a complex Magickal Order with a long precedence which makes it part of their practice to have one individual always at the center of the egregore and that once put there, the Order has no manner of un-immersing the person. They cannot undo the magickal initiation that has taken place.
It all boils down to the simple fact that the Pope cannot be unmade, and I think that their egregore will only become further wonky by try to have two centers via raising yet another Pope. Yes, I am ignoring all the arguments made that there are already more than one Pope. I'll think about all that later.
So why do I care if the Catholic Church damages their Order and egregore by going against their own teachings? I don't. That which offends me has nothing to do with them at all, but for some strange reason the Pope resigning is the catalyst that bubbled my issue to the surface of the me-cauldron I have been stewing over here. Quite frankly it bothers me because I am insistently thinking about it.
Insistent thinking? What's that? So almost everyone has heard the old "trying to fit a square peg in a round hole" proverb. It is kinda like that, only accompanied by the refusal to allow the square peg be square and instead insist that it is and should be round. There is a part of me, and in all of us for that matter, that is insisting that the status quo (square peg) not only goes in the round hole but in fact fits. Why the Pope would be the catalyst that would have me have to reset my thinking is weird but I'll accept it?
It is something I have been working on recently. I insistently think a lot-A LOT. Recognizing it is step one. The fact that I have done so this morning in regards to the Pope is a minor example, exceedingly minor. Catching it though is a step forward. I have been catching it a lot more; the little things at first but more so as I have been practicing, the big things have started jumping out. Seeing these makes it easier to step back and actually see the square peg for what it is.
Remember when I said my center issue is magick? Well, learning to see things for what they are is a part of magick.
"Lost in a thicket bare-foot upon a thorned path."