Most people get too hung up on books. We run from one book to the next looking for that magical power, that one perfect ritual, that spell to end all spells. We buy the book waiting for it to come in the post, fantasizing of all the glorious wytchery that will be presented to us. We can hardly wait with excitement of all the secrets that will be revealed as we check our USPS tracking waiting for that glorious day. Then the book arrives. We delve into it, tearing it apart frantically searching for what we have so long been waiting for. Yes, there are many great books out there, but they only become property of the mind. Once the feast of knowledge is complete, it retires to our shelf, where it joins its hundred of companions and awaits it's next new neighbor to arrive in the mail.
We look back at our investment and try to recall what we have taken away. We learned a few new things. The feeroine like this and the Witch God is associated with that. Oh, and I got three new recipes for incense in this one. And the one last week gave me a great oil to mix for banishing negativity.
Then the faithful day comes. A friend and one of her friends shows up at your front door. You've never met the other lady before. She says she's sick but no one can figure out what's wrong with her. She comes to you out of desperation...this is your moment to shine. Your close friend knows that you've been in "this stuff" for years, and you seem like the perfect person to help. I mean after all, you're a witch right. This is what you do.
But as you recall all those recipes, history points, and associations, you think to yourself, "What the hell am I gonna do?" NOTHING in this wall of books has the answer!!!
That's when you have to look deep down inside...and realize where true magic comes from. It doesn't come from all the words on those pages. You don't even think of the thoughts, ideas, and opinions your beloved authors put to paper. They disappear into nothingness as something takes over. As you gaze upon the lady, you feel a calm sensation come over you. An almost trace like state that brings a slight smile to your lips. You "feel" the answers rolling out of your thoughts and across your lips into words. This feeling of absolute understanding of what ails her comes into your mind. Without any thought of it, or doubt, you begin to tell her what's wrong with her. You feel like this knowledge is coming from somewhere else. A spiritual consciousness you've never felt before. As you ask her to lay back on your couch you begin to almost unconsciously grab cords, candles, stones, and other implements from your collection. The motions of your art and the words you speak come to you with ease as you balance the discord in her body. To her and your friend it seems that you have done this many times and know exactly what you are doing. But in your mind you are thinking, "Wow...this is really working!" In what seems like only a small moment in time, your work is done. The woman tells you of feeling a strange "buzz" around her body, physical sensations of warmth and lightness. She says she feels better than she has since her problems started. After some time your friend and the lady leave for the evening. You find out weeks later that the woman's symptoms have never returned since the night at your home when they came to you for help.
This is magic...not the cool witchy things we wear, not the books we read. It's that moment when we create miracles. When we make the impossible, possible...with the help of the Good Folk, The Lord, and his Lady.
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