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December 27th 2008 in Magic

From Dec 27, 2008

I believe in the magical.

Not because these things necessarily have special powers, but because I believe in the power of belief in something.

To quote my man, “What you believe works for you, to the extent that you believe it.”

I’ve known a Christian who was healed of a terrible bone cancer through the power of prayer.

I’ve seen vicious prayer-encloaked gossip sessions turn terrifying, as the room filled with demons.

I’ve been caught up in shared visions with a close girlfriend.

I’ve heard people speaking in tongues, possessed by their Lord.

I’ve met angels who’ve brought news of comfort and then disappeared without a trace.

I’ve found comfort in Jesus, when I could only see him in my bedroom mirror.

I’ve watched inanimate things move on their own accord.

I’ve had intuitions that were positively psychic.  Lots of them.

I’ve seen people in trances, I’ve cast my own spells.

I’ve read tarot and had a solid answer to my question after I’ve read it.

The same basic thread?  Belief.  Belief will bring you to your knees.  It will make a grown man cry.  It can cause miracles and provide explanation for the unexplainable.  Spirituality is a desire that runs so deeply within most of us– so deeply that at its peak, most of us would burst with explosive energy just to feel that way again.  It’s a desire, a need, a part of the human psyche that can only be left unquenched when you refuse to allow yourself to move towards the natural state of ethereality, regardless of what shape or color your own personal belief system looks like.

It’s a human condition to be possessed by spirituality. Apparently it’s a very regularly occurring condition also to believe that what you believe is the only possible right belief system. Which, to me, is a sad form of ignorance because the various forms of spirituality are as vast and as beautiful as every individual in their own right.  To deny the utter perfection in every frame of belief system is to deny the perfection that is the beauty and difference found in each of us.  It’s beautiful because it’s personal.  And ultimately, it’s perfect because spirituality is not something that’s a one size fits all sort of passion.  Instead, it is something that blankets everyone in their own flavor, bringing forth an entire rainbow’s spectrum of shapes and sizes of spirituality.

My form of spirituality is magic.  I believe in magic, just like those Disneyland commercials try to capture in their theme song.  (Is that their theme song still?)  I believe in energy and that every thing has its own level of energy.

Science is able to paint for me a clearer picture of this magic, and humanity and psychology push the canvas further and further out from the center point of my belief system, covering a vast expanse of area that just fits right for me.   The great part about this is that my form doesn’t have to look appealing or appeasing to you because my spirituality is not designed for anyone besides myself.

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