A Return to Magic


“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”  ~  Roald Dahl

I’ve a truly unusual state of mind these past few days. It’s kinda sorta fun but it is also hard work for me to apply myself to the task at hand. And my upper back hurts like the dickens at the end of the work day. Let’s not forget that. I’m finding the physical therapy goal, to restore good posture and reduce the back pain, to be daunting, to say the least. Trust me, Alicia, I’m on it. You are an inspiration. I guess I am on about gratitude this morning. During this time when I am riding out a more than notable transformation of my life I find that the giggling twelve year old in me is delighted; and that may be my greatest asset, at this time. That boy, that twelve year old was way into science fiction. He was trying to balance, without knowing it, the emergence, the unfolding, of clinical depression with a deeply optimistic vision of the future. Today he looks out to see that society has become somewhat bugfuck. Somewhat?! It’s more than that. I understated that. My bad. Clinical depression does that to you. The “all hope is lost” flag pops up way too easily, and too often. I hate it when that happens. Yet oddly enough I am finding that my psychic powers are coming back to me. I repressed them slowly after the NDE, bike accident, whatever. Empathy is at the core of this return, and I mean to allow these powers to emerge fully, so much so that I can cease calling them “powers”. Magick has its own powers. I’ll run with that. But let’s keep this short this morning. A dear old friend named Sol Divina is on my mind and I find that writing is detracting from a feeling that needs attention. So on that note  .  .  .

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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