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Like a glass filled with a clear light
Jun. 13th, 2002 08:59 amBetween bouts of intense social activity (and a quick thank you to His Lordship and the lovely lady wife for entertaining me vastly last night, gods I've missed talking to you both!) I've been strangely philosophical of late. I blame Cyrano for starting this particular chain of thought in the car the other day. He asked me quite innocently how I would define "magic".
I think I managed a fairly coherent response, though not nearly a complete one, and that's been niggling away at my psyche ever since. You see my beliefs and practices as a Wiccan are very...intuitive. I don't spend a lot of time on definitions or writing up the perfect ritual or having just the right shade of green candle. Instead I let my heart and my gut lead me where they will and do my best to follow them. But it occurs to me that I should give the whole subject more profound consideration.
Just what is "magic" and why do I believe in it? I see it as an inherent part of us and the world around us, an energy that we often feel and many of us manipulate in ways we're not even aware of on a daily basis. Magic is love and joy, it's also anger and hate. It's the fire that impels us to follow our dreams, no matter how absurd. Magic denies that anything is impossible, it ignores the mundane and it gives us the power to do so as well. It is entity and energy, the link that ties us to the higher powers and binds us to the earth and all life and matter on it.
Why do I believe in it? I could natter on about seeing its effects, give examples of spells working in subtle but quantifiable ways. Yes I could do these things, but beyond all that it comes down to one thing for me. Magic makes the world a more wonderful, beautiful, joyous place to live and like Fox Mulder, I want to believe.
And now you can all write me off as a tree-hugging, liberal, New Age looney if you'd like. }:)
Crunches: 80
Boxes Packed: Far, far too few.
I think I managed a fairly coherent response, though not nearly a complete one, and that's been niggling away at my psyche ever since. You see my beliefs and practices as a Wiccan are very...intuitive. I don't spend a lot of time on definitions or writing up the perfect ritual or having just the right shade of green candle. Instead I let my heart and my gut lead me where they will and do my best to follow them. But it occurs to me that I should give the whole subject more profound consideration.
Just what is "magic" and why do I believe in it? I see it as an inherent part of us and the world around us, an energy that we often feel and many of us manipulate in ways we're not even aware of on a daily basis. Magic is love and joy, it's also anger and hate. It's the fire that impels us to follow our dreams, no matter how absurd. Magic denies that anything is impossible, it ignores the mundane and it gives us the power to do so as well. It is entity and energy, the link that ties us to the higher powers and binds us to the earth and all life and matter on it.
Why do I believe in it? I could natter on about seeing its effects, give examples of spells working in subtle but quantifiable ways. Yes I could do these things, but beyond all that it comes down to one thing for me. Magic makes the world a more wonderful, beautiful, joyous place to live and like Fox Mulder, I want to believe.
And now you can all write me off as a tree-hugging, liberal, New Age looney if you'd like. }:)
Crunches: 80
Boxes Packed: Far, far too few.
