“That’s the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.” ~ Patricia A. McKillip
“Religion, mysticism and magic all spring from the same basic ‘feeling’ about the universe: a sudden feeling of meaning, which human beings sometimes ‘pick up’ accidentally, as your radio might pick up some unknown station. Poets feel that we are cut off from meaning by a thick, lead wall, and that sometimes for no reason we can understand the wall seems to vanish and we are suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of the infinite interestingness of things.” ~ Colin Wilson
“There is no place so dangerous as a world without magic.” ~ Terry Goodkind
Here it is, 5 AM, 46º, and the news is weird. Today is a workday. I’m good with that. That last sip of coffee was way tepid but I swallowed it anyway. One’s approach to caffeine consumption must be natural: waste not, want not. I feel a strong presence of the mundane in my life this morning. There’s a secret involved when things go all mundane. When the mundane gets big so does the magick. I’ve been intently working to open my friggin eyes to the magick in our world. I began this quest back around New Year. It was hatched as a self-preservation maneuver, measure, whatever. Why I had closed my eyes to . . . well, let’s just say that past is past. I could go off on a socio-philosophical rant right now. Why bother, right? Yeh, right. Three decades ago I was gifted with a view of life and the world. That view was shocking, to say the least. I’m a big science geek at heart, so when the magickal nature of life and the world was revealed to me I kinda balked. And when I tried to talk about it, to people I was familiar with . . . I was unprepared to find out how materialistic people are. So . . . ummmm . . . anyway, I pushed a lot of those magickal feelings down deep, to get them out of the way, so that I didn’t have to deal with the naysayers and their truly odd protestations and unexplained silences. It was too much. To cut to the chase here, having all that magick pushed down and locked up eventually caught up with me. Let me tell you, you try and hold back . . . oh, I don’t know what I am trying to say here; or rather I do know and am having no more success at describing it than I ever have. That’s fine. I feel happy. My efforts are broadening my world. I am experiencing the magick again, yet I now have some kind of wisdom or other, and it feels all right to not talk about it in public. You can hide the words, or pretend that its not there, but it is, it infuses the world, infuses life. It is easiest to experience it through music. Music is a form of high magic. Romantic stirrings are as well. That’s what cracked me open at the beginning of the year. I asked for an opening of the beliefs that held back the magick in my personal world. And the Universe was like okay dude. And now? As I mentioned, it’s a workday.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.