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Seems to me there are lots of folks who've forgotten or simply don't notice just how much Magick abounds. Some call it "miracle". Others, "luck". And still others..."coincidence". But, no matter what you call it, it HAPPENS.

A LOT.

We get so caught up in the minutia of daily Life, we forget to pay attention. We forget just how Magickal a sunrise is. Or a bird's song. Or a pup looking at you with those eyes all full of Love. Or the touch of a child's hand. Or a stranger lending a hand. Or a butterfly alighting on your hand. Or...

I'm guessing you get the point.

Over the course of the past decade, much has happened to lead me to a rather large shift in perspective. For all the pain and suffering I imposed on myself, I can see now that much of that "suffering" was of my own doing. Because, just as JOY is a choice, so then is SUFFERING. And when we choose to look for Joy, and give suffering the boot, we open ourselves to the Magick I speak of now. The Magick that is the Source of All Life. The Magick of a Universe so vast, our puny Human minds can't come close to grasping Its magnitude. Magick that not only abounds, but is a part of each and every one of us.

Think about how Life begins.

It is nothing more than a gooey smear of fluids, combined in a warm, nutrient rich environment, where it melds together to form a fetus. And then...a Being!

If that ain't Magick, I don't know what is.

I offer this today because I think it needs remembering. I think we are in such a tumultuous moment that if we don't remember just how much Magick there is, we might have our Spirits crushed by the weight of the madness. We don't need to go there. Remember...

it's ALL about choices.

A Little Reminder...

Not sure when I wrote about this first go 'round, but it doesn't really matter. I feel the urge to remind you AND meself about the words we choose to use. It seems to be coming up a lot lately; folks who say things like "Man, I'm old!" or "I am so tired." or "I am sick of...." What they may not realize is that whatever follows "I am..." is precisely what is becoming. It is a non-stop ticket to THAT. Whatever "that" may be.

This isn't just some fuufuu nonsense I'm talking here. Words are sound. Sound is energy. Energy is circular. These are facts, not LaLa bullshit. The saying "what goes 'round comes 'round" is pretty much the same as what some folks like to call Karma. Whatever you put out, comes back. I've been known to call it the The Boomerang Effect.

I know these things to be true (for me) because I have experimented with them, over and over and over again. AND, just because you don't believe it, does not make it false. Belief certainly makes a thing more powerful, but not believing doesn't make it not so.

The point here is this: YOUR WORDS ARE YOUR WAND. You don't have to believe me. You can do your own little experiments. You can focus on what you're saying and see if those words don't bring a "thing" to manifest. Haven't you ever noticed when you get all excited about something and then, in short order, that something starts showing up all over the place? You start looking for that "thing". You're excited (energy). You're talking about it incessantly (more energy). You can't stop thinking about it (even more energy). Pretty soon..."it" shows up.

You say something like, "It was pure magick!"

You are absolutely correct.

So I'll say it again:

Your. Words. Are. Your. Wand.

If you want to BE old, keep saying it aloud.

I am old.

If you wish to be well, say that.

I am well.

It won't be long before your body agrees.

If you think it doesn't matter, that, too, is your choice.

Just because you don't believe it does not mean it isn't true.

Your words are your wand.
Choose them wisely (AND KINDLY!)

The End.

The Date Is Unimportant...

Today is December thirtieth, in the year two thousand fifteen. (it's kinda weird typing out numbers like that. Fun. But weird. A new 'thang' I'm giving a go. More on that. Another time.) With less than twenty-nine hours left in this year, I'm guessing that lots of folks are planning activities for New Year's Eve. Or not. Maybe folks are basking in quiet reflection over the year's events. Or thinking how happy they are that it's almost over. Maybe, for those who have chosen solitude, there isn't much ado at all about the impending year's end. Whatever the case may be...one thing is certain: Magick abounds today, as it did yesterday, as it shall tomorrow. Doesn't really matter what the date is. Nor the circumstances you find yourself in. All that matters is that you remember a few things, and carry them with you all day, every day, without question or doubt.

Those few things are:

Magick abounds

YOU are the Magick

All that really matters is NOW

Trust in your Magick

{said another way: Trust in YOU}

That's pretty much it. We Humans like to make a big deal about "dates". We fuss over the details because it's Christmas or New Year's Day or your birthday or any number of calendar holidays. But in truth, every day is a holiday. Because the word itself, "holiday", is a bastardized version of "holy days". In my world, every day I awaken, realize I'm actually alive, have oxygen flowing through my lungs and blood running through my veins and food waiting to be eaten and this furry fluff of a dawg to snuggle with, every single one of those days is holy. 

What else is there to know?

Happy New Year, my Lovelies.

May each new day bring new ways for you to live your Magick.

Carry on!

For the sheer JOY of it....

There is a guru I know who likes to say that the funnest part of being a Being on Planet Earth is realizing the power of your thoughts and using that knowledge to create the life you want. I'm pretty sure there's more than one such guru. I'm also quite certain that regardless of which one you happen to hang out with, you'll find that pretty much every other wisdom they share is covered by that one "rule"

You think it, you create it.

Or, in the words of the fantabulous Mike Dooley, "thoughts become things".

I could probably quote another twenty or so who said the same stuff in "other" words.

None of that matters. What does matter is that once you figure that one out, and you actually set your Self to living it, all manner of magickal stuff starts to happen.

I kid you NOT.

Now, if you've been here for any length of time you already know that this is one of my very favorite things to meander on. And every now and then I like to come back 'round to it because...well...it really is true and it really does work and there ain't nothin' funner when it does.

Honest.

So in the name of revisiting, I'm gonna toss this out to you, just in case you forgot. Or you didn't read the others over the course of my stay here. Or it happens to come out a little differently than the last time. Truth be told, I don't usually read 'em after I do my final proof. I just let them go and wait to see what comes up next. That's kinda my M.O. when writing (here). The ol' "take a breath. then another. then let your fingers fly" method. Because of said method, it is likely that the topics are revisited, but not the manner in which the topic is expressed.

I hope.

Lest I digress...

I got to thinking about all the magick that's been flyin' around here lately. How often I've found meself giggling over some "proof" from the Universe when I get all focused in and expectant. The trick, I'm thinkin', is in that latter....the "expectant" part. Once you start down that road, the things that show up will blow your pretty little mind and have you asking, "what took me so long???"

Here's the deal-eee-O:

Let's say you get it in your head that you're going to wake up, every single morning, and before you peek one toe out of the bed, you're going to take a few minutes to bask in the warm coziness of gratitude; for that bed and that pillow and the dog/cat/kid/person lying there next to you all happy you're awake. You're going to say a few thank-yous and get focused in on what you're wanting to experience on this fine new day. You think it, you see it, you feel it, you get it all crystal clear in your head and then you hop out of that cozy bed and git on with your day. Little by little, stuff is showing up. The very same stuff you made up your mind to be/do/have today. And the same thing happens the next day. And the next. And pretty soon you're full-ON expecting that all the stuff you focus on is absoTOOTly coming to you. {No, Mrs. Spiegelmeyer. That is not a typo.}

That's where the magick is.

The expectation.

I'm thinking it's because the Universe has as much fun as we do with all this co-creation stuff. And the more we play with that Energy, the more that Energy plays with us.

Like two kids on horseback, riding for the sheer joy of it. And for no other reason.

That is what it's all about.

Doncha think?

What I Cannot Do....

It all started whilst watching my dog, Raja, play with her raven friend. Yep. She had a raven friend. Really. This raven lived in one of the big trees on the property where we lived. And when I say they were friends, I mean it. Whenever Raja was hanging out in the yard, especially when she was snoozin', Magick (that's what I called the raven) would fly down and land very close to her, squawking and fluttering his shiny black wings, making a ruckus large enough to wake her and send me to the nearest window to watch their antics. Each time this happened, I'd watch with awe as the two of them chased each other around. It was a delight to see these creatures play. Magick had an obvious affection for Raja. And she seemed to feel the same. Her tail would be a-waggin' and she'd have this grin on her face the whole time they played. A sight to behold. 

Anyway, on this particular day I happened to be sitting on the front porch, sipping some wine and watching the world go by. Raja was on the grass just below the porch steps, about to fall asleep. Her eyes were just barely open and her breathing was slow and even. We were both enjoying the sunshine and the smells that always follow a good rain. And then...

Magick came zipping down from out of nowhere, screeching to the high heavens, and landed not more than two feet from where she lay. Raja jumped up and the Big Chase began. Round and round they went, back and forth in front of where I sat. Each time Magick would land, she'd run toward him and at the very last moment, when Raja was maybe a foot away, he'd fly up and away. Raja would do her best to jump but she wasn't all that agile and her verticals weren't high enough to catch him. This went on for nearly half an hour. Raja was runnning out of steam and her dashing turned into a slow jog. Magick must have noticed because at the last touch down, he sat for a while longer, talking to her as she sat panted. Then, the moment she stood up again, he took off. She chased. When Magick reached the fence he flew up and over, leaving Raja to either jump or stop. She jumped. In fact, she jumped so high it looked to me like she was trying to fly. 

I was laughing so hard I nearly dropped my glass. And then I said, "You big silly dawg, you can't fly."

The moment the words came out of my mouth I was sorry I'd said them. She looked at me as if I'd really hurt her feelings. It was a sad, disappointed look as if to say, "How could you say such a thing? How do you know if I can fly or not?"

{Please don't talk to me about anthropomorphizing. Critters talk. You just have to listen.)

Well, that look gave me great pause. I got to thinking about that word "can't". She was right. How did I know if she could fly or not? I ran down to the fence and dropped to my knees, hugging her and apologizing for what I'd said. I promised her I'd never say it again. The whole incident got me to thinking even more about "can't".
Every year, around the beginning of December, I begin a process of reevaluation. I don't do 'New Year's Resolutions'; rather I prefer to have a look at my Life and see what I'd like to change. What would serve me best over the next year to enhance my Life, to reach new heights, to grow more of who I am? To this end, I take time to really look at my Self. It has proven to be a very valuable practice.

The incident with Raja and Magick had not left me. So that year, as I sat with pad and pen to begin my annual evaluation, I thought about what had happened. "Can't" was the topic of the day. What is it that I can't do? Why do I think I can't? How many things can I list that I know for certain I can't do?

The list started out pretty long. I didn't take time to really question anything on the list. I merely listed what I thought I could not do. After a few weeks, I sat with my list and, one at a time, gave each item my full attention. There were things like 'live forever', and 'cure cancer', and 'change the world'. And, of course, 'fly'.

As I sat with each item on my list, I began to see that almost every single thing was something I'd either not given my full efforts to or things I hadn't tried at all. How did I really know I couldn't do these things? How could I be sure that I could not if I'd never tried? Who was to say that I could not fly? Or change the world? Or live forever?

When I finally finished with my list, I'd crossed off all but one item. Because when it was all said and done, I really didn't know for sure that I could not do any of them. If I gave my full attention to any one of them there was every possibility that I could. The one thing I didn't cross off?

Sire a child. Not with the body I currently use to house my Soul. I am a woman. I can grow a child. But I cannot sire one. All the rest remains to be seen.

As for the flying thing?

Well....
I'm still workin' on it.

it's supposed to be FUN!

So...a short while ago I had to get me-self a new computer. Much as I resisted, it was obvious I had little choice. Either pay a stupid amount to fix the old one (which was about 4 years old) OR get a new one. The tech person thought I'd lost my mind when I told him I wanted the old one fixed. He said, "It's really not worth it. You can get a brand new one with all kinds of upgrades for less than the cost of repairs. Think about it before you make a decision. I'd really hate for you to spend the money and then have the whole thing blow up in 3 months."

To be honest, I was a bit surprised. I mean, the guy was basically blowing off his potential income in his attempt to do right by me. Cool guy. Anyway, I did, in the end, get a new computer. My initial aversion was that I didn't want to have to go to a new operating system. I was comfortable with the old XP version and had negative chatter thing going on about Microsoft's bombardment. I was simply resistant to change. ME! Of all people! GEEZ.

As it turns out, this new OS is AWESOME! Windows 7 is even easier to use than XP was. AND the computer has a gazillion times more space, speed and built-in safe-guards; things my other computer didn't have. It didn't take long for me to get dialed in...and once I did, I was thrilled to have made the choice. Funny how that works, huh?

But I'm not telling you all this for nothing. This started out because in the last couple of days I've found a few new 'toys' that are so cool...and easy to use, that I've been having BIG FUN making these little videos. And, as I'm so fond of saying, IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FUN! Every guru on the planet will tell you this. We are here to enjoy our lives; not struggle or pay for 'past lives' stuff. Or to suffer or sacrifice. No sireeee. We're here to experience exquisite JOY. Whatever that means to each of us respectively. And it's so obvious that those who live well, who live healthy, happy lives, are the ones who DO WHAT THEY LOVE. And so....

I made another little video for ya. This one also includes one of my very favorite tunes by the beautiful Dan Fogelberg. I had so much fun making this, I just had to put it up here. It is, of course, on YouTube...along with the others I've made in the past week. It's a little reminder to those who may have forgotten...

MAGICK HAPPENS!

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did (making it).
Hugs and Magick to YOU~~~

do you believe in magick?

There is a splendid woman whose name is Jenny Mannion. I had the great fortune of meeting her about 3 years ago, when this wild ride first began. She'd seen something I wrote, contacted me, and we began our 'connection'. Now, she's doing what gives her life great meaning: she is a healer who works in several different modalities, helping people find their way back to wellness. (you can visit her site here: Jenny Mannion )

Just the other day, Jenny was interviewed on Inspirational Transformational TV. In this interview, she discussed the path that led her to her calling, as well as the various things she has to offer, both in book form and how her own maladies had transformed her life. One of her books, the first she published as an eBook, is called "Discover How to Heal Pain Naturally". I've read this book several times over the course of the past 3 years; re-reading when I forget her awesome messages. It has helped me tremendously. (if you have any kind of malady, regardless of what the diagnoses are, you may find this book especially helpful as you make your way through the zillions of things doctors are telling you. NOT kidding!).

Anyway, as I was watching the interview she said something that really hit home for me. She was talking about her aversion to going to the doctor back before she'd healed herself. She told how she was going weekly for various tests and how those weekly visits kept her in a constant state of anxiety and sickness. In other words: they were just adding to her attention TO the maladies (and let me tell you, hers were pretty darned scary!). When she finally realized this, she made the decision to NOT go for a few weeks. She wanted to see how much she could heal herself without the doctors telling her how sick she was and how much worse it was going to get (as in: "you'll eventually end up in a wheelchair").

When she spoke the words, I could feel something inside me kind of snap. It was one of those affirming moments when you just KNOW that it's a really big shift. Because as I've been going through my own healing, this has been one of my biggest seeds of contention. I don't like going because I know what they're going to tell me...and I DON'T BUY IT. So I have to steel myself before I leave the house; remind myself that what they say has nothing to do with my own reality. Remind myself that I AM THE ONE who will heal me...not them or the drugs they keep trying to get me to take.

And you know what?

It works.

Honestly. It really works.

Jenny has the most amazing story...and now that story is growing as she helps more and more people find their way back. She is a truly remarkable lady and I owe her the greatest gratitude for all she's shared with me.

I thought it might be a good day to tell you this, as I just returned from the Doc and was 'vibrating' all the way home. Because this doctor is NOT a holistic doctor; she is a "specialist" (in the field of Rheumatology). She does not subscribe to holistic medicine any more than a holistic practitioner subscribes to biologic drugs. BUT...today she surprised me. When she asked me if I wanted to continue with this new "plan of action" (which does consist of a monthly shot), I told her that I'd made up my mind that anything I chose to take had to FEEL RIGHT IN MY HEART. I said, "In order for these drugs to do any good at all, I must BELIEVE they're good for me. If there's any contradiction in my beliefs, they will NOT work."

Know what she said?

"You are absolutely correct. And if you choose not to take them for your reasons, then you are making those choices based on what your body is telling you...as well as your intuition. I respect that and I want you to stay on this path. YOU know better than anyone what will or won't help you. I'm in your corner on this one."

I almost fell off the table! It was such a shock to hear this woman who had vehemently expressed her feelings about holistic medicine say something like that. It made me more aware of the magick that abounds...all day, every day. I'd listened to what Jenny had to offer (again!) and before I left for my appointment today, I sat quietly for a while, just centering myself and letting go of any semblance of negativity; toward the doctor, toward the meds, toward the entire experience I was about to have.

Yep.

It works.

Magick abounds. Call it what you will. Miracles. Serendipity. Fate. WHATEVER. When we set our intentions, and feel wholeheartedly, we open up a whole magickal world of possibility. I don't know where any of this is leading me. But I DO know that the more I trust, specifically TRUST MY SELF...the more I am witness to that magick. I happen to believe I create it...and there's not a soul on the planet that'll ever convince me otherwise.

Thank you, Jenny. For ALL the things you've helped me remember.

the moment you step out of gratitude
you step out of grace.
& moment you step out of grace
all hell breaks loose.
you forget all about the magick.
you forget all about how totally awesome
your world is.
you forget that you can
anything you want.
it's a horrible
terrifying
utterly life-sucking
downward spiral
that'll kill ya
if you don't grab onto something
on the way down.
then
the magick shows up.
all by itself
you don't even haveta ask
it just shows up
in the voice of a friend
or a perfectly timed note
or a bluejay with a mouthful of bug
calling to her partner
to come have a snack.
the magick shows up and saves your ass
in the knick of time
every time.
you remember
one single tiny thing
to be grateful for.
that's all it takes.
one teeny little wonderful thing
that makes your world so beautiful
and pretty soon
you're remembering all kindsa stuff
and not long after that
you're grinning from ear to ear
and dancing around the garden
like a crazy person.
next thing you know
you're right back in
Grace.
damn.
what a hoot.