Waning Moon

It rose large and halved last night, wreathed by some puffy clouds and filtered into a rust-coloured hue, thanks to the haze. I was wondering how to get around doing anything at this time. A. and I had a talk about Fate and Free-will. About how Islam views accepting one's Fate as to make the best out of it. And that divination can sometimes be a reflection of the Word of Allah, yet could very well be manipulated by Syaitan. Hence the idea of truths within lies.

Quite distinct from how I view Fate and divination. Of course, Fate to me is closer to the Nordic myth of the Wyrd Sisters and that divination is not so different from a financial forecast, which is sort of like economics. It is a true projection, ceteris paribus, of one's actions at the current moment. And all our actions are threads woven in a vast tapestry of life by the Great Dame. Free-will goes so far as in the choices we make, yet even within the choices, we are limited by Fate.

Hence, once an action is changed, the outcome from a divination reading becomes less accurate, but because we are bound by our choices, the overall trend is still the same. How we achieve the ends and when we achieve the ends are relative, but the ends are always the same.

Back to the moon. Waning calls for the diminishing of something, according to craftings, hence perhaps I may seek to find if I have barriers within me or around me, and work towards ridden them for better 'flow of energy', as the New Agers will say.