The Magic
Sometimes I wonder if I’m repeating what I already said. I think that maybe I should go look for it because the topic sounds familiar. Except, when you really consider it, you can never plagiarize yourself. Each and every word that you write is new. Take a deep breath when you read that. NEW. NEW. NEW.
Whew.
It’s like a color. The color is red. Which red? Well, the red you see when the sun sets. No, not that one. The red in a poppy? Maybe. The red I’m thinking of has a sort of orange glow around it. Oh, that red. Yes, I know what you are talking about now.
So, you’ve talked about red until you are red in the face. Is there more to say? Of course there is. Now, you can think of the red in your sore throat. Ouch. That hurts. It hurts so much I can’t think about anything except how red my throat must be. Maybe some tea? With honey in it, please? And tuck the blanket in around me. Please? And can you sit with me for a minute and tell me how sorry you are that I’m sick?
You know, even I feel better now, and I didn’t even have a sore throat.
Sometimes, I keep a light hold on it. Just reaching out with my hands so my fingers have something to touch. Like when you are swimming laps and you can turn a somersault when your fingers touch the side of the pool to go back, all hell bent for leather to reach the other side. You’re not even racing anybody; you are swimming just because it feels so good.
I walk between worlds. I’ve been that way for many years. Most times, it is a nice balance, like I am a wire walker high in the air. I can make it from one side to the other without falling, I’m that good. I don’t stay in either place for very long, reaching one side, checking in with everybody, and then heading off into the ethereal mists seeking magic again.
Don’t get me wrong. There is magic on both sides, but sometimes when I pause in the middle of my destination and look around, I say, “How wonderful this is. I can see you, Jack. You’re all buff and busy, aren’t you? And I can see you, Bobby, and Annette. How fine you look with Micky Mouse ears on. Do you wear them all the time? I don’t stay long, but then I don’t need to. I can come back anytime I want to. I won’t be long.
The idea is to bring back some of the magic with me so I can tell you about it when I write. Everything you could imagine is there. There is no magic wand to wave or potion to drink. There is only the dream and the permission you give yourself to go.
Can I still hold a job? Of course you can. You need to put food on the table, don’t you? Somebody needs to pay for the electricity. So, yes, you still need a job.
Once, I was channeling at work. I am a psychic channel if you just happened upon this article. What I’m talking about is the magic land that is available to anyone. In mine, I talk to my spirit guides and to folks like Bobby and Annette, who actually waved to you. But one day, I was channeling at work.
See, when I first began to channel, there were a few days when it was confusing, where it was difficult for me to differentiate if I had thought something or if my Spirit Guide, Seth, had said something. In those days, I only talked to him and not to anybody else in Spirit. I advise anybody who wants to learn how to channel to do that too, at least for the first year. It just keeps things less confusing. But it was a few days before I could tell the difference.
Then, verbally, Seth spoke with an accent. He told me later it was so that I could better tell the difference. It comforted me even though he sounded like a count from Transylvania. In my head, when we speak silently, he does not have an accent, though I did just now “see” him twirl a moustache.
Anyway, I was at work and he was talking to me. Except he was talking out loud. I responded in kind, and from anyone listening, it sounded as if two people were talking, me with my American accent from nowhere and him with his gentlemanly Transylvanian accent. My supervisor came rushing in and asked, “Is there a man in here?” I was shocked. Of course, I was by myself. I thought fast (even now, I think Seth thought before I did) and said, “No, nobody is here. I bet it was somebody outside on the sidewalk.” I gestured to our open windows. That was the last time I channeled aloud at the office. I told Seth, “New rule. No more channeling at work!” So, I was more cognizant of what I was doing and, as far as I know, I didn’t channel out loud again. Well, maybe a little bit under my breath. I can remember my boss complaining that I talked to myself, which might have happened.
Sometimes, like I did earlier in this piece, I can relax enough to dance with the magic on paper. It’s not all the time, but just sometimes.
May we say a word?
Oh, please, yes.
Blessings to you all. We would say to you that there is also magic available to all who would dance with the magic, as it were, in their dreams. Dreams aren’t just things that happen to you. Dreams are areas where you can visit with your loved ones who have passed. Dreams are places where you can once again see the pets you had who have also passed, for they are there too. Dreams can be you peeking into Heaven, that place nobody really talks about except to see us on clouds with our lyres. No clouds. No pollution. Lots of singing, though. Vistas.
Imagine what it is to see Paris again, a Paris of the 1400s. Your dream state is a place where you can experience the magic for yourself. Busy yourself then with remembering your dreams. Make a pact with yourself that you will record what you can remember from the night afore, even if it is just a feeling that you had and no well-formed dream. The more attention you can give to this practice, the more you will be able to remember all those dreams you have every single night.
Our blessings to you.
Oh, that was nice. Thank you.
Yes, and you are welcome.
That was fun. If you haven’t figured it out, I put Seth’s part in a bold italic font. It’s easier to follow. He also uses old-style speak occasionally.
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