Episode 21 Blog/ Remembering the Magic
in Life
I am all too aware of
how hard life can be. So what?
I am into living magically. I like the State
of Awe and Wonder and Appreciation that Magic encompasses as foundations to
living life. Whether it is the bug on my arm out of the blue or wanting to wet
my pants when laughing, life is enjoyable. And, I will choose the State of Awe
and Wonder and Appreciation.
I love the following description.
This is what I know to be true.
It is from Robert R.
McCammon’s book Boy’s Life. I have not read the book, but this caught my
eye as an appreciation of what Life can be about. The only change I would make
is where he uses the word “believe”, I would use “know to be true.”
“You know, I do
believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among
magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of
magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. But I knew it
all along.
When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by
its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You
probably did too; you just don’t recall it.
See, this is my opinion: we all
start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets
inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our
destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our
souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get
put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age.
Told to grow up, for God’s sake.
And you know why we were told that? Because
the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because
the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in
themselves.
After you go so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm.
That’s what I believe.
The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. Things happen to us. Loved ones die. People get in wrecks and get crippled. People lose their way, for one reason or another. It’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don’t know it’s happening until one day you feel you’ve lost something but you’re not sure what it is. It’s like smiling at a pretty girl and she calls you “sir.” It just happens.
These memories of who I was and where I lived are important to me. They make up a large part of who I’m going to be when my journey winds down. I need the memory of magic if I am ever going to conjure magic again. I need to know and remember, and I want to tell you.”
After you go so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm.
That’s what I believe.
The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. Things happen to us. Loved ones die. People get in wrecks and get crippled. People lose their way, for one reason or another. It’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don’t know it’s happening until one day you feel you’ve lost something but you’re not sure what it is. It’s like smiling at a pretty girl and she calls you “sir.” It just happens.
These memories of who I was and where I lived are important to me. They make up a large part of who I’m going to be when my journey winds down. I need the memory of magic if I am ever going to conjure magic again. I need to know and remember, and I want to tell you.”
Robert McCammon, Boy's Life
My reality is slightly
different from our hero. You can know magic again easily. By being present in
Heart Centered Awareness and being open to remembering living magically.
Janet Barrett
Podcast Host Journeys Into Enlightenment with Janet
