Muggles and Magic

Magic lives inside us all

For most of my life, I’ve lived under the belief that we are either a mystical-magical kind of person or a run-of-the-mill ordinary normal muggle-type. I’d look to the mystical-magicals with a sense of awe and longing, wishing that I could also carry magic. Wishing that I could somehow peep ‘beyond the veil’ into the other world that they could see. I wanted to commune with the divine, sit with the sacred, enjoy the ethereal world of mysticism. It felt out of my reach. I knew I was different, but I wasn’t quite different enough to be magical.

As I find myself thrust into menopause (thanks to chemotherapy), I am negotiating a rite of passage that I wasn’t quite expecting. It just happened to coincide with my daughter coming of age and with many great upheavals in my life, including leaving a relationship, moving to a different part of the country and starting a new career. I guess that with that amount of upheaval the only way to make sense of it was to take myself by the scruff of the neck and frog-march myself beyond the veil. I had nothing else to hold onto, and when we have nothing to hold onto, magic is all there is.

So I’ve realised that we call carry magic. We just need to learn how to use it. I say just but there isn’t actually any just about it. It is a hard arduous school, this mystical-magical school of life. It is teaching us magic all the time but we don’t notice. Magic lives in our very bodies, in the miracle of the constellations of atoms and cells and organs, our nervous system, the elements the animals the earth. There is such great magic afoot in all these things and how we all are woven together into a web of life.

Magic lives in the fact that we are not just a body, but a spark of divinity having this embodied experience. It is this divinity that lives in our spirit and speaks in the voice of our heart. Our heart is in constant communication with us - through our nervous system, our instinctive impulses, our intuition. The more we can tune into that heartbeat, that pulse of the truest essence of LIFE - the more we can find and use our magic.

My cancer journey has taught me all about disconnection. This is the frequency signature of caner - the disconnection of the cells in the body which then grow out of control, finally killing us. Isn’t this so similar to our limiting, negative beliefs? When we are cut off from communion with the Divine (whatever the Divine is for you - God, Goddess, Universe, Higher Self) we sink into helplessness, hopelessness that can consume us completely. When we are able to reconnect to who we really are, to allow our hearts to fully feel - the pain and the love - we can hold them close and stand in who we really are as conscious, powerful, magical creators.

My horses remind me about the magic of connection. Sierra and I in 2019 before my breast cancer diagnosis. Before Covid. Just generally BC!