April 30

The Magic Within

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I mentioned not long ago that I’ve begun to work on my first book. Well, technically – I wrote and illustrated my first short story at the age of four, but for some reason there weren’t too many publishers that were interested.  I can say with 111% certainty that it’s one of the harder things I’ve attempted – however, I have no doubt it will come together one word at a time.

What is my book about? Great question! I have no idea. I’m letting it flow together on its own. I’m pretty excited to see what transpires – who knows, maybe it will end up in the recycle bin. Maybe it will end up on a bookshelf. The opportunities are endless, really.

I wanted to share a small section of the words that have been piecing themselves together. This is just one small, magical story in the many I’ve written about so far… hope you enjoy!

 

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“The Early Days and the Magic Within”

“Even though I had let go of the constraints of Religion and opened myself up to more – if someone would have told me ten years ago that I would one day be communicating with Angels and Spirit Guides, receiving signs and messages from an infinite higher power I would have LOL’d. Maybe even laughed my ass right off.

As if.

I had associated anything that came from bigger realms to Religion and I did not believe in Religion, so why would I believe in anything bigger than me?

However, I always did have a high awareness my entire life and had a pretty good understanding of synchronicity and karma – but, the idea that I could communicate with anything beyond what I could see with my own eyes seemed pretty ridiculous, never mind whimsical light-filled beings from the heavens.

Give me an effing break.

However,

We all have them. Magical abilities that have been tapped into and forgotten about – often hidden away under layers of ego, illusion – and buried under a lifetimes’ of built up fears. Clairsentience (clear feeling), claircognizance (clear knowing), clairvoyance (clear seeing) and clairaudience (clear hearing) -more intelligently known as metaphysical senses… but let’s face it, life is more interesting when you can say you’re capable of magic.

That is really what it is. Whether or not you pay attention to your own magic is up to you.

clairaudioIt has been my claircognizance and clairaudience that have been my strongest senses and despite having my ego around neither have never really left me, but rather been dormant at times. Underneath it all, however, I’ve always had a sense of clear hearing and knowing that has been far beyond what my egoic mind communicates to me. It’s only been in the past couple years that I have learned to tap into these abilities more frequently.

When I am in a meditative or lucid state, I am often able to pick up others conversations rather easily. I haven’t yet mastered this completely, but it works much like an AM/FM radio. I don’t necessarily know the location or who I am tuning in to, but nonetheless I often hear some pretty interesting things. And I hear them distinctly. Communicating directly with Universal Intelligence is an entirely different story which I will get into later in this book.

My first realizations that was something ‘different’ where when I was a child. I often felt like I didn’t fit in. I didn’t have many friends in school and I was often made fun of for being ‘too quiet’. At certain times I was ridiculed by my members of my family for not talking enough.  I was always the last one chosen for any team (thanks a lot, by the way) and I usually stood on the sidelines as others assembled their play groups during recess break. I simply preferred to observe. I found that I was usually quite aware of my surroundings and I seemed to notice more and knew things that most others around me did not.

I never really did talk about anything because it often appeared that I was the only one in my environment that saw things ‘differently’. I suppressed many of these things for the majority of my life. As a child, feeling out of place can result in fearing the way you feel into your adult life.

Into my early adult life, I also had an incredibly strong intuition and the ability to visualize things that I just simply KNEW as truths (claircognizance). There were times when information would come to me and I didn’t know how, but it did… sometimes I would hear it in a distinctive voice  that was not my own (clairaudience) and other times I would see it more vividly than the things I saw with my eyes.  As I grew older and nestled into a life led by my ego my intuition remained strong but my ‘magic’ was easily ignored and became much more sporadic over the years.

I can recall very clearly several experiences where I have been able to utilize my metaphysical senses, probably without even being conscious that I was doing so. The difference between now and then, is that I’ve become acutely aware of it.

Here’s one of my favorite recollections:

Diamond in the Rough

My Mother was notorious for misplacing her car keys and wallet – so when it happened (at least a mildly exaggerating once a month), we would roll our eyes and just assume that it was like any other time and it would show up eventually.

This time was different; someone had stolen her entire purse. She was more frantic than usual and there have been few times in my life I have seen her quite so distraught. Like the vast majority of the female population, she carried her life in her purse. Any female that is reading this, can probably relate. I remember losing my wallet once and it was damn near the end of my world.

What was different about this time is that aside from the usual mementos and photos she carried with her, she also had a small diamond pendant in her wallet that was meant to be worn on a chain. For as long as I remember she always had this with her as it was from a dear friend whom she cherished greatly. The chain had broken and she had been meaning to get it repaired.

She was upset for days and I heard her say that the only thing she wished was that if nothing else could be replaced, she only wished to have the diamond pendant back. Everything else was replaceable.

About a week had passed and while she had begun the process of replacing things, she was still feeling a lost without her keepsake. Then one day, the police had called and said that they had found her purse in the alleyway behind a Church downtown. She retrieved the purse but the wallet was still missing. About another week later, out of the blue, a man had called and told my Mother that he had found her wallet.

My Mother set out to meet the man and retrieve her wallet. She gave him a cash reward for finding her wallet, which remarkably had all of its contents still intact. She asked the man where he had found it, and the intoxicated man muttered that he had found it along the riverbank, and that was it.

I remember my Mother returning home feeling rather relieved that she had her wallet back. There was something that was missing, however – the diamond pendant.

“Well where did he find it, Mom? Maybe we can go look for it?” I asked.

“Along the riverbank, Tanis.. it could be anywhere.”

My emphatic nature could sense how disappointed she was. Of all things to be missing – a small diamond pendant that probably had no big monetary value – the value was in the sentiment it meant to my Mother. And it was true – with a riverbank that runs through the entire city, the charm that was half the width of my pinky nail could really be anywhere. It was best to just forget about it and accept it as a personal loss and move on.

A couple weeks later, my Mother and I had an argument. I don’t remember what the argument was about, but I will place my bets on it being nothing of real merit and mostly me being a 16 year old teenager full of angst. I was a teenager with a lot of attitude, which I am sure my Mother would love for me to discuss, but I would need another book just for that (sorry, Mom).

As our argument became more heated, all I could think about was running away and finding a way for my Mother to not be so angry with me. I thought to myself, maybe if I can do something amazing like find my Mother’s diamond, she won’t be upset anymore. I laughed at the utter ridiculousness at the thought and slammed the door of my parents’ house and hopped into my pseudo sports car (’89 Ford Probe, in case you’re wondering).

It was pouring rain out and I was in my pyjamas. I don’t even think I was wearing shoes. I just wanted to get away. As I sat there with the keys in the ignition a vivid voice and startling image nestled into my mind.

“Go find her treasure,” it said.

“Huh?!”

“Go find your Mother’s diamond.”

“What in the f…”

skRiverI saw it clear as day. There, along the riverbank was a small shed and around the corner of it was a bike lying on the ground with one tire missing. And there the diamond pendant was sitting.

This is stupid, I thought. That could be anywhere. But I had nowhere else to go, other than back inside and continue being a snarky teenager and fight with my parents some more. So, what the hell… Why not go check out the legitimacy of this ‘vision’.

So I started driving and stopped by a girlfriend’s house down the block. I banged on the door and as soon as she answered I told her to get in my car because I was going to go find my Mother’s diamond.

“What?! Tanis, that’s crazy… it’s pouring rain outside and how the hell do you expect to find something like that along the riverbank… do you have any idea how silly that sounds?!”

“Just get in the car,” I said. “I’ll show you”.

So we drove down to the river. I parked my car and my girlfriend followed behind me. I’m sure she thought that rather than needing a raincoat, I likely needed a straight jacket instead. Regardless, I kept walking. I didn’t say very much and I felt as though I wasn’t even doing the walking – something else was guiding me.

I crossed the bridge and went down some stairs. There, in a clearing, I saw it. A small shed. Woah. As I walked closer I saw a penny on the ground and picked it up. As I felt it in my hands, I had a strong feeling come over me. A feeling that is beyond what words alone can describe.

“This penny was in my Mother’s wallet,” I said to my friend.

“Okay… Tanis… Whatever you say…”

I turned the corner to go around the other side of the shed. There, lying on the ground was the same bike I saw in my vision – with a tire missing. Without even much scanning I looked to the ground and right there, lodged in the mud – was a tiny purple sparkle.

Well, holy shit.

“I found it! I really found it!” I picked up the diamond pendant and put it in a cassette tape case I had in my purse (Bon Jovi, Crossroads… in case you were wondering).

“How?! Tanis how??” my friend asked.

“I don’t know… but my Mother is going to go crazy when she sees this!!”

I felt like I hit the jackpot and I jetted home. There is no frigging way I am going to be grounded after finding this gem! Literally.

I walked into the house with the biggest grin on my face.

“Mom I have something for you!” I exclaimed to my stern-faced, eye-brow raised, arm-crossed Mother.

I pulled out the cassette case and gave it to her. Dropping into her hand was the diamond pendant and she looked at me with a kind of bewildered amazement.

“Oh my God… How? How did you find this?”

“I don’t know Mom, I really don’t know. I just had a feeling.”

“What do you mean feeling? How did you know?!”

“I just knew Mom. I just knew.”

Needless to say, our little argument had ended. ”

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So there you have it – one of many short excerpts of my book. Questions? Comments? Your own stories of magic? Let me know! Maybe it will motivate me to write faster.

Don’t forget… you have the magic within you. You’ve always had it.

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Posted April 30 by miss_t in category "The Shift", "Thoughts", "Uncategorized

About the Author

Hi. I'm Tanis. Most people refer to me as "T". I am a writer. I tell real life stories with a spiritual and sarcastic twist. I guarantee to either make you laugh, make you think, or put you to sleep. I like wine, art, laughter, travel and words. Authenticity is my aim. Proper punctuation is not.

4 COMMENTS :

  1. By ralf chlipalski on

    Could you ask that voice about lottery numbers? I’ll send you money so I can get included in your next twitter lottery group.

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  2. By ralf chlipalski on

    When I hear stories like this I wonder what is the higher meaning. I’ve had something weird happen to me and I can’t discern its significance. If the meaning is that there is a metaphysical realm just behind the curtain, what is its rules, what is its purpose?
    Finding that diamond would have required a great expenditure of energy. That’s power that no one on earth has consistently tapped. Think of a scientist who could tap that power. He would be given a shortcut to all the secrets of the universe. Yet this does not happen, well, if it has, certainly not consistently. People say they have this power yet they never ask for the really significant things that would greatly affect their and other’s lives.
    The purpose seems to be nothing more than just a postcard from behind the curtain. Why, so some of us can believe in something that almost never interacts with us? It’s like this story I heard about a house that burnt to the ground and all that remained untouched was the family bible and a bottle of whiskey. They interpreted it as the grace of god but I interpreted it as what an f’r to leave his calling card like that.

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    1. By miss_t (Post author) on

      Ralf! I think you’re a real gem and don’t even really know it yourself! “A short cut to all the secrets of the universe”… that would be great, wouldn’t it? But then, what would the point be. You would have no real reason to be here. You (and me, and everyone else) don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. In that body you are having a human experience. Part of the human experience is experiencing happiness, sadness, pain, lessons, ego and so on. If you were able to tap into that ALL the time, then you wouldn’t be human.

      As for myself, this is one tiny experience among many – I haven’t even shared the bigger stuff yet. I have some pretty astounding experiences more often than I do not. Some things, almost daily. Things like this are not a one off for me, but can I do it all the time? No. I’m human. But I do believe that everyone is given opportunities to recognize that there is an intelligence that lies within – one that is beyond form.

      It depends what you define as significant? Is it more money or more things that you need to make you happy? If you consistently come from a place of lack, rather than a place of gratitude (which most people do) you will continually find yourself receiving more of the same.

      Beyond the curtain, what is it’s rules or purpose? Some of those answers you have within yourself, but I’m sure that one day all that will be revealed… as for right now, all I know is I’m present in this moment, in this human life. We’re here for a short time, not a long time… make it what you want…

      The whiskey was saved?! Smart god ;)

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  3. By ralf chlipalski on

    I’m bored so here’s a story. I was watching this movie, Nuremberg something, and I remember one of the main characters trying to define evil. His conclusion was that evil is a lack of empathy. I found this definition incomplete. So I got to thinking about how I would define evil. It’s not death or destruction because those are in the natural balance of things. The religious definition of evil being a separation from god was also unappealing. The answer only came months later watching an A&E series, “A Haunting.”
    It seemed to me that the world of ghosts had really weird rules. If you died violently you were trapped for eternity stuck in the house in which you died. Most often your murderer got to move on but if he didn’t, he’d also remain or return to torment you for eternity. Sounded like a bum deal to me.
    The world of demons seemed to have even weirder rules. They had the power to move around and move things around. However, they could only climb to the surface through open holes to the surface. They could throw things at you but they were not allowed to actually hit you with them. They had the power to grab you while invisible but they couldn’t actually kill you, they had to convince someone else to do it for them. Great power but great limitations. Seems their whole game was about torment as well.
    One part of the show was most revealing. The demon grabs the woman and she goes catatonic. Once she comes back they ask her what she had experienced. She said despair, utter hopelessness. Ding, a lightbulb went off. If demons represent evil, then evil must be the triumph of torment and power over hope. That is evil’s purpose. If you lose hope due to torment coming from a place of power, you have succumbed to evil. That is the Nuremberg guy’s answer, the Nazi’s were evil because they used torment and power to destroy hope.
    So even though I’m not a believer in the supernatural, I still try to analyze the reported facts to see if there is a purpose behind them. That’s why I asked what supernatural purpose did your story reveal.

    P.S. I think a more important battle is not the one between good and evil, but the one between selfishness (ego, pride) and unselfishness. The battle lines are far clearer to define and that war is far more destructive.

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