There is a lot of magic in my life. When I was younger, I thought that I was responsible for it, that I made it happen. However, I soon learned that I never made any of it happen. I certainly have never been magic’s author – that is Spirit’s role – but sometimes I have been whom Spirit has wanted me to be, allowing magic to flow through me and into the world.
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Telepathy and the other psychic powers aren’t magic. We just call them so out of ignorance. These abilities merely reflect the ways our minds naturally work. By their very nature, our minds are telepathic communication centers. But, for most of us, they have become stopped up because we haven’t dealt with our personal shit as it has come up. Instead, we’ve repressed our hurts and fears and angers and the memories of our failures, stuffed and stashed all of them and more into these same communication centers, overloading them and blocking the free flow of inner speech between all of us that is our birthright.

Knowing what’s going on in someone else’s head isn’t magic. Talking head to head isn’t magic. Even causing things to happen in the outer world, like bending keys, isn’t magic. Physicists do the latter every day, creating new particles, annihilating others, all the while knowing that focusing attention on a particle really does affect it. (Heisenberg’s famous uncertainty principle.) Physicists today are even beginning to consider consciousness and attention to be “forces” that affect reality – whatever that is! – just as much as gravity and the electromagnetic and the other “physical” forces.
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Much of what we call magic really isn’t, but magic does occur. It’s magic every time God appears amongst us or speaks to us, or through us, or nudges us gently back upon our paths when we have lost our way. It’s magic when two people meet and, looking into each other’s eyes, realize that they have important and transformative messages for each other. It’s magic when doors finally open, just when we have understood why they have been closed. It’s magic when a dream appears in the darkness of our night, telling us what we need to know. It’s magic too whenever love’s around, visiting for awhile.
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Just being alive is magical. Can you imagine a greater mystery? Can you imagine anything more magical than the birth of a child – a holy, wholly new being coming to live with us for a while? What messages he or she must bring – of wisdom and new and exciting ways that Spirit wants us all to walk.