If You Could Only See What I See…

My heart has been aching for someone I’ve never met. Weird, isn’t it? Or maybe it is just a witchy thing… we feel a lot. I’ve been hurting for three different people, actually; a teenager whom I’ve heard of only from her mother, a person whose eyes I’ve never had in front of mine, and someone I know well and have loved for a very long time. The trio, although in different ways, is being affected by the same affliction: human cruelty.

Some might be thinking, “Everybody suffers from the cruelty of another at least once.” But trust me, my Wicked Luvs, there are those who agonize more than most people can even imagine. The misery doesn’t come from weakness, but from the fact that their hearts refuse to accept that our world breeds filth incapable of caring for anything else but itself; human nastiness so foul that it thrives on making others feel like they are not good enough.

I can’t give you details of their stories, for their lives are not mine to share. I’m writing this because I know they read my words or have someone who reads Pagan Culture and will forward my message.

To the reader or the heart and mouth that will relate the words, I want to say that you’ve been present in my soul. I’ve thought of you every day for a while. I wish that each of you can look within and see just how wonderful you are… just the way you are. The ones with the problem are the ones who hurt you for no reason. I want to advise you not to see yourself through the eyes of another, but at the same time I wish you could see yourself how I see you. How the ones who truly love you see you.

Yesterday, I went to the woods to bury my First Harvest offering. I had been listening to Cyndi Thompson’s “If You Could Only See What I See,” and the song reminded me that I wanted to wish for something with all my heart. I wished, I wished, I wished… that if you can’t see your true self with your own eyes yet, that at least you look into the eyes that love you, into the words of people who appreciate you, and see what they see in you.  Here are some of the lyrics from the song, so you can understand why it made me think of you:
You come home uncompleted
Down and defeated
Feeling all alone
You think your dreams are passing by you
And deep down inside you
You’re running out of hope
If you could only see what I see
Wish I could make you believe
In all that you are you don’t have to be
Everything to everyone
Everybody’s number one
If you could only see what I see

Love Apple on a Bed of Citronella – As I fed my offering to the soil that gave it, I wished you protection, cleansing and self-love. I buried the first tomato—or love apple—my plant has ever produced, for the fruit has been used for protection and love; citronella cleanses the aura, brings strength, it protects, and it is said to stimulate the communication abilities of the Silver Tongue. I pray the dual protection reaches you and that the sweet, lingering scent of citronella adds clarity to my words; see yourself as love sees you.

Sunfire over at Pagan Blog Prompts asked about the meaning/purpose of offerings. I will probably address the topic later, in a much longer post, for it is a complex subject. However, I wanted to share some of my whys here. I give precious things—herbs, fruits, my words, my hair, my blood…—to say thanks to the land and the energy from wish all things are made. And as a self-reminder that I have plenty, that some do not, and that if I share we can all have some.

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  1. It is such a difficult place to be in - looking in from the outside and trying to get through to someone that they are amazing and the ones who tell lies are the broken ones. I've tried to have that conversation with a friend's daughter, as well as my own inner child who still aches a bit over childhood traumas. Your heart is huge, Magaly dear. Surely your care will be felt by those you are thinking of.

    I like your offering too. I tend to offer things that speak to the deity or season or ancestor I'm acknowledging, or things that mean something to me. Now that your first fruits are given, I hope you get a lovely harvest from your "love apple" plant!

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    1. I think we've all been there, Rue, looking at ourselves and not truly liking what we saw... even if it was just for an instance. That is what makes me value the people who always see me just as I am and love me not in spite of it but because of it. I always pray that every person has someone like in their own lives... I think life would be as perfect as it was possible if the latter was true.

      It seems we are very similar when it comes to offerings, we give what we are given and we make sure that our gifts mean something.

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  2. Tough to read, and yet, so poignant....

    ....a reminder to reawaken the hope within myself for all I wish to be....and a re-examining of what pressures I put on my Loves to be what I expect...how easy it is to manipulate circumstances to bend others to your will.

    How much braver and fulfilling it is to let people be what they must....
    Sometimes I feel hollow and afraid and I notice that these are the times when I need to be validated by others.
    I should, instead, look into my own heart for these answers and use the eyes of my Loves as mirrors to my beauty :)

    I love your offering....the coveted first taste of Summer in plant form....given back to the Earth in gratitude and with purpose....
    May all your wishes be realized :)

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    1. I think we should all "re-examine" the pressures we put on our loved ones. Every once in a while we ask for too much, and our Loves care so deeply that they give... and we take bits of their lives with what they offer, and soon we and they don't have much left. It is never a bad practice to ask those who have given us their hearts if their are happy, if they feel loved, too, if we are abusing them... I try to do so as much as I can, but I am not perfect, so you know how that goes...

      Thanks for sending your energy to strengthen my wishes.

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  3. This world needs more of you.

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  4. To your friends I give big hugs and I hope your words bolster their heart!!
    I give them extra hugs too!
    Hugging you and them
    SueAnn

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  5. I agree with Mona! More Magaly is exactly what we need. I believe that you have the power to connect with people over time nd space. This was an important blog and I hope that you do go into more detail about your offerings.

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    1. I think the world needs more people willing to open their eyes, for if we all did no one would have to do so much nudging (although, I do love the probing and nudging quite a bit).

      I will post about the concept of offerings pretty soon. Someone asked me why someone as "seemingly intelligent" as me "buried a perfectly good tomato" when I knew "it would only rot." I feel I need to answer that question, and it will take its own post ;-)

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  6. That is beautiful, Magaly! As several others have already said, the world needs more of you. As I read this I got the strongest scent of Citronella and tartness of a fresh tomato. I am sure that energy where get where it is supposed to, because just looking at the picture you can feel the offering filled up with your Intent. Blessed Be, Magaly!

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    1. Blessings tend to reach for those who open their hearts (and senses) to them. I feel the blessing of your words, and rejoice in the fact that mine touched you, too. You've made me smile, thank you!

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  7. Deep-seated empathic feelings are hard to ignore, and must be attended too. You are a blessing, Magaly!!

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    1. May your words be true for all, my swift Robin!

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  8. It is not every soul who responds to the call of the soul wounded. It is not every heart that acts upon the call. It is only the brave, true and loving that hold responsibility given as an honor. That is you. Blessings dear one, Oma Linda

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    1. I love it when your words paint your self-portrait, my Oma Linda!

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  9. Oh honey, this post has a tear rolling down my cheek. It is so power charged with love, with hope and with human compassion. You keep spreading your deep beauty and one day it is bound to seep into others. I wish for your friends all that they need to heal from senseless cruelty.

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    1. A wish shared is a want that might become reality, so let us wish and charge our wish with the energy of our hearts. I can say that at least one of the persons was reached and touched, and that is already amazing. Let's keep on wishing and sending the punch of our essence to those who need it and will have it ;-)

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  10. What a beautiful post. I hope those people can feel the love around them. I will keep them in my thoughts and pray for them whom ever they are. Lots of love and light.

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    1. Thanks so much, Melissa. It is so good to see you, it has been a while. Thanks for your prayers ;-)

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  11. Magaly, I am so sorry for your friends, and I send to them positive, healing thoughts, with lots of love. Your are a blessing my friend! The world needs more of you! Big Hugs!

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    1. Healing energy from someone whose soul and body has been healed by the power of her will. Now that's powerful, may your wishes travel on the wings of crows and reach all those in need!

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  12. What a thoughtful and compelling post. That concept, to see yourself as someone who truly loves you sees you, is so beautiful. Thank you for that.

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    1. I'm a Aries and as narcissistic as any Aries can get, so you know I've been adoring myself for a long, long, long time. Yet, it wasn't until I saw myself through the eyes of someone who, perhaps, loves me more than I might even love myself that I realized how amazing I really am (yes, full of myself, too... it seems). But the point is that we can, should and must love ourselves, but when that feeling is reinforced by another, embracing it is a blessing. A gift as powerful as the strength to step on and crush the ugliness coming from people who don't deserve anything from us.

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  13. Blogger has forgiven me and will let me see the comment box on your blog now.

    Your offering was beautiful and I just know it will have the intended effect.

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    1. I'm telling you, Blogger is sure suffering from PMS, someone should send it something for the mood swings *sigh* I'm hoping this is a temporary thing. The alternative is quite annoying to think about.

      I pray your words carry all they weight they need and my offering fills the hearts of those who I've sent it to ;-)

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  14. I pray that they find your message. Your offering looks like it will be well received. Made me think of Cain and Abel. God wasn't upset because Abel gave him vegetables, it was because they weren't freely given as a gift.

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    1. I feel the same way when it comes to gifts. It is not the monetary value of the item, it is the intention behind it that gives it power. I wrote a post sometime back about a Wiccan friend who had a few not so friendly things to say about the nature of my offerings, how I cleansed my house and the things that form part of my altar. She didn't think they were "proper." I surround myself with the things that bring me joy and that I value. I offer to others, including the Divine, what I hold dear. Anything else would be lie and pretense.

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  15. OH...my heart aches. and i have to agree with everything that has already been said. you have a kind soul...the world needs more love, compassion...and people like you.
    what a wonderful thoughtful post...straight from your heart.
    i hope they will FEEL your words...
    i know they will.

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    1. I think they've felt the words, and I'm sure the energy you and so many have put behind the wishing has a lot to do with it, my friend ;-)

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  16. It's a wonder you don't burst into a shower of rainbow sprinkles with all that love you store in your heart for others. May the universe repay you many fold for the peace you endeavour to bring into the lives of friends and strangers alike. Your gift of the first fruit from your tomato plant is most generous, and sure to bring good fortune to your desires :D XXX

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    1. You, my beloved Gina, have the power to creep me out--I love it. Keep "burst into a shower of rainbow sprinkles" when you read part 10 of The Haunting and you will see what I mean. It is so strange, how we see the world in such similar colors. I love it, indeed ;-)

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  17. Magaly you are a beautiful soul, life should have more people like you in it, it sure would be a nicer place :)

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    1. And you, Pixie, are a darling ;-)

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  18. Magaly, you are one of the sweetest people I've ever known. Even though the world is filled (at times) with the most horrible excuses for a walking sack of skin, their cruelty can and will be out shined by someone as beautiful as yourself. The love and light you have inside of you is a great gift and one to be treasured. If only there were more people like you in the world...

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    1. I think I'm less sweet than most think, but I will take the compliment. You know what? I take that back, it is rude of me to diminish your words by saying they are not. For I am sweet... not all the time, so I guess I have sweet moments that are always aim to the ones I think deserve my sweetness. I guess that makes me sweet, huh? I do hope the world had more people willing to see others as they are, without ridiculous demands, we would live in a better world if that were true.

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  19. This is the most beautiful, caring, generous and heartfelt post I have ever read...

    Magaly your words are infused with the spirit of life, love and hope. Like the seeds that you give back to the soil, the power of this post embraces, & supports, those who need to grow with nurturing and tenderness through a troubled stage. Your concern helping them as they take brave steps to heal from life's toxic scum brings a tear, but a tear of happiness, and by reaching inside, maybe they can embrace & see the countless beautiful things that we see in them...

    Us, both known & unknown, are there with love, wishes, prayers & offerings, forming a powerful surge of care & support which may help when those in need feel alone or discouraged, and will make them stronger over time. You are beautiful my sweet girl and the world is a better place by having you grace it :)

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    1. Being beautiful is not such a difficult task when one has been giving the blissful ability of seeing oneself through the eyes of love. Your eyes, my Shelle, paints the world in wonderful colors.

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  20. Loved this post! You have a mighty big heart Magaly.

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    1. Thanks Melissa, it is so good to read you here!

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  21. This is a really sweet post, Magaly. This part, especially, sticks with me: "And as a self-reminder that I have plenty, that some do not, and that if I share we can all have some." It reminds me of The Kin of Ata Are Waiting For You which is pretty much a book I think everyone should read.

    I know I don't comment much, but I find you and your blog really inspiring. To that end, I've given you an Inspiring Blogger award in this post. No obligation to play along! But I wanted to let you know that I read your blog and am often inspired by what you write.

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    1. Thanks very much, Morag (I like the sound of your name). I just checked out the description of The Kin of Ata Are Waiting for You and found it very interesting. I will probably give it a try.

      And thanks very much for the award, too ;-)

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  22. It feels weird to say that first harvest came and went without even a thought from me. It feels weird because that day I knew something was missing, and didn't know what it was until the 3rd when I said, 'OH CRAP! That was it!"

    I hope the three people you're referring to in this post find some relief and inspiration. They have an excellent friend in you.:)

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    1. Maybe your seasonal cycle is just moving a bit slow this time around, my friend. It has happened to me more than once *sigh*

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    2. I'm not sure, maybe I'm in a dormant phase. I did find an Autumn scented candle tonight that totally jolted me perhaps that will tune me back in with the cycles.

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    3. It will come to you when it needs to. Sometimes we must be like bear and hibernate ;-)

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  23. I believe the greatest gift we share is our connectiveness, to each other and the elements of this world. It seems to me the ones who suffer the most are those at the hands who've lost this gift. I think we've all felt this to one degree or another but there are others still who suffer far, far more than anyone should. Sending out healing thoughts and energy for those in your heart.
    ♥Sharon

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    1. So very true... so sad that at times the concept is so easily forgotten. I pray for reminders...

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