Why we grow out of believing in magic – Part 1
Magic. What is IT? Is it a puff of smoke and some glitter? Is it a genius contraption set of mirrors, fire and swords? Yes. Well. Only to those in the “professional” charlatan business. Don’t misunderstand me – People like Paul Daniels, David Blaine and other magicians are (generally) very talented, but thats not Magic. Not in the TRUE sense of the Word.
Before I continue, let me give this witch’s (le gasp!) definition of Magic.
Magic is the most pure, mysterious energy on this earth, and all of the realms around. Magic is not bright lights, and rabbits out of hats. It’s energy. Not Evil. Neutral, to be shaped by the caster (in this case a witch) to work as an extension of their will, to inhibit physical change within and through a metaphysical medium.
Enough of the science of witchcraft. Lets now turn to the main debate. “Why we grow out of believing in magic”. Are we? Will we ever? I, for one, hope not. Consider this, the very first time you sat under the stars, and the Moon, and just… Stopped. When you listened to all that was around you, and the very earth seemed to stand still, just so you could spend eternity, staring up into that celestial mass of Magic. Yes. That was Magic. The very feeling of falling upwards, that tingling, and the sense of being very small in the grand scheme of things. THAT was magic.
The very fact we are living, and breathing, is that not Magic? Scientists call it Biology. It is! But it all stemmed from Magic! Chemistry.. Three guesses which magical practise that stemmed from. You wanna clue… Lets put Harry Potter famed Nicholas Flamel into the spotlight. Okay… Philosopher’s Stone… Lead to Gold… Did you guess right? Alchemy, was the answer. (In case you didn’t know, Nicholas Flamel was a real alchemist … see www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nichola s_Flamel)
Magic is all around, as I mentioned earlier, just left unnoticed. In the hustle and bustle of everyday lives, we are blinded by vehicular exhaust fumes, pollution and stress. No longer do we concern ourselves with the Earth which gives us life, but rather what is on telly, or what we are going to microwave the life out of when we get home before we curl up in a ball and sleep and or drink the days worries away. But It is still there, waiting for us to pay attention again, in the breeze, the falling of blossom from the trees in spring, the rainbow which stands out against the dreary gloom, its waiting for those who have turned their backs, and started to walk away, to glance over their shoulder, and just glimpse what they are missing.
Many of us are Losing the Belief in what used to rule our lives, but it is far from gone – In fact, while belief may no longer be as evident… It’s just like the Magic itself. Hidden, waiting to be awakened and rediscovered, and ready to blossom like the flowers in summer.
Belief is there… Just Hidden, but who can read the Hearts of Men.. Except the Men themselves…
This Witch, believes firmly, that magic Exists… and that You believe too…
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