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“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

.It seems that so much that was once accepted as magical has been relegated to the fancies of small children, or the excuses fictional characters use to explain the inconceivable. Losing the belief in magic and magical beings makes the world a duller and less exciting place.

If you’re an adult you have to focus on the mundane, the every day events and activities. It seems there is no time or place for the magical, mystical, inexplicable wonders which surround us. Let’s face it, the majority of people would ridicule you for merely suggesting there may be magic all around us. Well, so be it. I’m willing to say I believe in magic, in fairies, elves and unicorns. I believe in wizards, witches, spells and incantations, they are all part of every day life, if you but know it. After all, what is an incantation but an affirmation? I relish my world being brighter, more colourful and creatable by knowing I can create magic. The magic of positive thinking.

I love a quote from “Practical Magic” because it reminds me of things we used to do without thought and have fallen out of practice now.

Sally Owens: ” Can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart? Was it our joined hands that finally lifted Maria’s curse? I’d like to think so. But there are some things I know for certain: always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, and fall in love whenever you can.”

image from timbrannan.blogspot.com                 As the ‘outed’ witches prepare to leap from the roof on Halloween.

I can remember my parents always throwing spilt salt over their shoulders – I still do it now, although I use much less salt these days! I always have rosemary near the garden gate and lavender wherever I can plant it. That doesn’t begin to mention all the other herbs we use and have forgotten the ‘old uses’ for. We are no longer taught them because times have changed and not always for the better.

How many remember the ropes of garlic always hung in the house – to keep evil at bay, usually vampires but great for colds, feverfew to help with fevers, vervain to help you sleep. chamomile to soothe and St Johns Wort for depression. In medieval days they were all thought to be magical because they had no idea how they worked. Yet today we have Flower Remedies and are turning back to homeopathic and naturopathic medicines as the natural alternative to synthetic drugs which are causing more harm than good, and also have made the bugs resistant through prolonged use.

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Yet magic is more than that. Today especially I want and need to believe magic happens. Not just occasionally but all the time. I want to believe that if I believe, bring my thoughts into alignment with the greater good that I can positively effect the outcome.  I can attract positivity into my life, abundance of all kinds and have it flow on to help others.

That is magic, being able to influence the physical world around us to help others have a better life too. I’ve been called a witch before and I wasn’t happy about it. As a child it wasn’t easy to handle, but now – huh! Who cares as long as the outcome benefits all.

I will turn the negatives into powerful positives. I will become fit and healthy with positive physical energy and well-being. I will get my farm, and all manner of wonderful things will come to be because I Believe! That is magic. Faeries, Elves, Spirits, Elementals, Guides, Angels, they surround me daily and I offer myself to them so I can help others. That gives me great pleasure. That is magical to me.

That helps to negate all the bad which happens. It cannot stop the mean-spirited from trying to destroy what you are trying to do. It doesn’t take away all the pain, but it helps. It dries the tears when disappointment looms large. A sprinkle of fairy dust helps to make the day brighter and gives me the strength to go on.

I invite you to try it. Magic happens!

“We’re not dust, we’re magic!”    Richard Bach

We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.

WAYNE W. DYER,

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We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.

WAYNE W. DYER

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/m/magic_quotes.html#E3P5bsisyUcme5qZ.99

We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.

WAYNE W. DYER, Real Magic

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/m/magic_quotes.html#E3P5bsisyUcme5qZ.99

We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.

WAYNE W. DYER, Real Magic

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/m/magic_quotes.html#E3P5bsisyUcme5qZ.99

Have some fairy dust on me.

Blessings,  Susan x

We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.

WAYNE W. DYER, Real Magic

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/m/magic_quotes.html#E3P5bsisyUcme5qZ.99

© Susan Jamieson

We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.

WAYNE W. DYER, Real Magic

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/m/magic_quotes.html#E3P5bsisyUcme5qZ.99

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“You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.”
Swami Vivekananda

Some people spend their whole lives searching for their own truth. Some take the truths their families taught them or the church taught them and are fulfilled and happy with this. For these people it is right and none can gainsay this. For those who search for their truth, the questioners of life, death and all manner of things, their search may be long, yet we must hope that they eventually find what they are searching for.

What feels like a lifetime ago I turned my back on the beliefs I was brought up to believe. I was a questioner. I needed to know the ‘why’ of things. I couldn’t blindly accept what I was told. I was part of the new movement of people who wanted to understand their world, their place in it and where it was leading to.  Until I was 14 years old I thought I understood my place in the scheme of things, but I had reached a place filled with questions and I could find no-one to give me answers.

My Grandmother, my Nanny, was a beautiful lady. She had been ill for much of her life having contracted St Vitus dance as a young child which left her with a weak heart. She had such a strong belief in her faith, in God that despite all her travails she believed. In all honesty it probably kept her going through everything.  Her passing and the manner of her passing saw me reach a crisis in faith.

Beautiful memories

Beautiful memories  Nanny sitting between her brother, Alec and Grandad, her husband.

It was the first time I refused to cry. I refused to allow the mourners who had come to sit with the coffin, this was in the days when the coffin came home for the final viewing, I refused to let them see me upset or cry. It felt as though their eagle eyes were boring into my back as they watched me cross the parlor, waiting for me to break down in hysterics. In my self-imposed agony I refused to allow them that satisfaction. It is strange what thoughts pass through your mind at times like that. To this day I abhor open casket viewings.

There was no closure, I had important exams the next day and my parents, wishing to spare me the distressing funeral service told me to go to school. Whether this would have helped I don’t know, I only know that it hurt almost as much as losing her.  It also created an internal barrier which prevented me from going to the cemetery later.

I was a ‘good Catholic’ girl, attending a Catholic college and was a handmaid of the Blessed Sacrament. I went to mass every day at school and thought I might become a nun. That was about to change. I needed desperately to understand why, an all merciful God could take a beautiful soul in such a horrid and heartbreaking way. In a fit of despair I asked my school chaplain this question. I was told it was “Not my place to question the workings of God.” Further pressing on my part solicited the response the “I would be excommunicated for my heretical behaviour!” I was so angry at this callous attitude I believe I was quite rude. By this time I’m afraid God and the Church had lost me anyway.

I refused to go to church at school unless it was absolutely necessary, but refused to open my mouth at all, refused Communion and, but for my mothers deepest wish for us to continue to go to church would have stopped going with her also. I refused, in my mind at least, to have anything to do with a God who was so vengeful and cruel. There was no blessings to be had for me at that time.

It was a bleak time. The pain refused to lessen and my obdurate stance on refusing to cry caused Mum a lot of heartache. I also refused to go to the cemetery with the rest of the family. I took the better part of a year before I found my way there alone one day. There was no peace there for me. I didn’t feel God’s presence or his reassurance. I simply saw a sad and lonely place, filled with dark reminders of those who had been lost. There were no answers there for me only more heartache.

Even though we left England a couple of years later I hadn’t reconciled to going to the cemetery with Mum, always making my solitary way there so spend time trying to remember something other than the last time I saw her face. Perhaps that was the cruelest irony of all for me at that time.

I was wrong. It appeared the “all merciful God” had not finished with my lessons in his omnipotence. My granddad didn’t want to leave all his friends and family and come to Australia. It was difficult leaving him behind but there was a hollowness inside that this new pain simply sank into. There was plenty of time for introspection on the way over, between the insane bouts of high jinks. Yet the thoughts of “why’ and “what does come after’ never left.

There was a strange feeling a couple of weeks after we sailed. It coincided with getting underway after the long layover in Teneriffe. I woke one night to hear my granddad calling my name. Just that, but so clear I answered him. Then it was gone. A puzzle for me to think about.

When we arrived in Australia my parents were ushered into my Aunt and Uncles lounge and ‘the children’, of which I was apparently still counted as, were ushered into the garden in the broiling sun. Shortly afterwards we were called inside. As soon as I saw my mothers face I simply said “Granddads dead, isn’t he?” Despite the shock on her face she confirmed that he had passed away in his sleep two weeks after we left England, the same night I had my name called.  I had more questions than ever. So many things were piling up in my mind and I was looking for answers to them wherever I could.

In part two I recall the strange places I searched to find the answers to my growing number of questions,

Man learns through experience, and the spiritual path is full of different kinds of experiences. He will encounter many difficulties and obstacles, and they are the very experiences he needs to encourage and complete the cleansing process.”
Sai Baba

Blessings,  Susan x

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