when you say you were told that magic has a ‘cost’ and ask me the ‘price’ of ‘mine’… it’s not that I can’t answer you but first I must egotistically inquire what makes you ask me? 🤭 AND who told you there is debt in divinity? 👀 did you believe them? my suspicion is they warned you of great suffering the turmoil of creation, chaos, and curses yet you find yourself here vexed by the volume of my power… it— and my joy how they hold each other in hex and healing harmless despite your harbinger but grave still, not gossamer well… my soft answer is: if the price of prestige is pain and we’re honest about the hardship baked into being then if you can finesse it there are boundless magics that have already been paid for and they’re not ‘mine’… they’re ours— yes, even yours— indebted to us as birthright my hard answer is: I am the cost the repercussions of reshaping reality appear in acts of nature …and are we unnatural, my dear? then I am the agent of change bending the biome of becoming my mysticism muses the makers so the patrons privilege me allocating abundance to the whims of my whimsy the fee is my freedom my psychic ear is attuned to the sounds of the sonic serotonin in the collective conscious and hears the stories through which we impel us the debt is settled in how I dance I dive into the pool of sorcery knowing I am already saved I breathe deep through gills grown with the will of my worth I do not fear foraging from the garden of griot to weed in wild aisles of their forest herbs to find the nuance in each narrative and source the sauce of my shameless spell craft I owe nothing but to cook the vessel does not own the driver my friend and this is not a purchase …and the real answer is: I learned alchemy by my grandmother’s hand I was never charged a dime I was taught transmogrification through tests and tauntings that I would never buy I honed my healing in the heart of our hurt and it was a gift my kin… ‘cost’??? we are the ascendance of sacrifice yes, even you what does this mean, ‘price’?? do not corrode that which you are with the ode of our oppressors the magic is here you are an artist come and we make craft for free
