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Love’s Magic Spell Or Love Potion No. … 9?

Love’s Magic Spell Or Love Potion No. … 9?

Combinations of hormones
Pheromones and desires
Pleasing or seductive
Personalities and
Intoxicating words

A combination that
If projected and overlaid well
With our own mixed
Chemical hormonal stew
Produces the enchantment of
Love

How long can the enchantment last
Knowing full well
The only constant in life is change?

Depends on the strength of
The ‘love cocktail’ and
The efforts of the magicians
To keep its ingredients
Fresh, alive, and enchanting

Yes
We are those
Magic
Vessels  and
Concoctions

–LE – 9/1/25

This applies to close ‘friendships’ as well… It also matters how much or little one trusts the magicians casting the spell…

Liam Eddy

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9 responses to “Love’s Magic Spell Or Love Potion No. … 9?”

  2. Some don’t put much effort into keeping the magic alive. I have a couple of friends that I’ve had for many, many years that also put in the effort. Some have fallen by the wayside because I got tired of being the only one who initiated contact. I took it as a sign that they had moved on and let it go.

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    • Yes, I’ve always been pretty much of a loner, maybe because I came from a large family, 6 siblings — always looking for privacy. We’ve grown very far apart over the years. I’m the oldest, and the only one to have moved to the southwest (the others have all stayed close to where we were raised), though I do talk via Discord to my 5 children (who are spread out over the country, with my middle son in Japan, teaching English) once a week. I also have a friend I met while working as a tech writer, who trades emails with me once a month or so. So, aside from my blog friends, including you, that’s about it…; -)

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      • I am the youngest of seven. I’m pretty much a loner too, content with my own company. My siblings and I get along well and get together a few times a year. And I talk on the phone with them and a couple of friends occasionally. That’s the extent of my social life. My only child, a son, regularly checks in with me.
        One friend I have visited in person over the course of the last few weeks, and we talked and laughed about old times. She is dying from cancer. It’s close to the end for her. I’m agnostic, so I don’t pray, but hope her time to move on comes soon, as does she.

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      • Ah, so we come to our ‘loner-ness’ from opposite ends of the birth spectrum; interesting…

        I suspect that any who aren’t ‘true beleivers’ are in reality agnostic. Even though I’m convinced that the philosophical Taoist and Zen ideas are probably the closest to what anyone will ever understand about the interconnectedness and codependency of all life in the universe and the universe itself, I am still open to evidence, even to the contrary… So, I guess that makes me agnostic, too…; -)

        As for your friend, I hope her passing is gentle and easy, as I hope ours will be one day as well. Fortunately for me and my emotional well-being, none of those close to me are closer to their end than I am to mine… I sometimes look forward to having my life force reintegrated with the rest of the cosmos, and wonder why it’s taking so long…; -)

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      • So, I’m not the only one ready to move on to whatever comes next–or nothing? Except for my son, two grandsons, and many still-surviving nephews and nieces, I’m the youngest in my large family. Chances are, I’ll witness a lot more endings before my time comes. I can bear it as long as my son outlasts me.

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      • That generally depends on the day and my mood in the moment. Our children outlasting us is a universal desire among parents… at least normal ones. But ultimately, that’s more in our children’s hands than ours once they’ve reached the ‘age of majority’, and sometimes even before… I know there were times when I risked going out before my parents did. Some of us must learn life’s lessons ‘the hard way’, but not everyone, thankfully. I was one of those who seemed only to learn ‘the hard way’…; -)

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