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Magick…A very short story

From above emotionless young female model covered with glittering blue paint sitting on floor with eyes closed in dark studio

People don’t understand me, they just know I’m different, so they stay away.  Late at night I let my Magick out to sparkle under the moonlight.  I close my eyes and feel the energy flow through me.

My mother always told me to keep my Magick hidden, since people are afraid of those who aren’t the same as they are.  Human minds are fearful and fragile things, she said, and prejudice runs deep.

She told me about my father and his Magick.  She met him one night, when she was walking home from work.  He was beautiful, she said.  More beautiful than anyone she had ever seen.  He told her he was different and that if she went with him, a daughter would be born, and I would be like both of them.  I would be a connection between both worlds.

She said she took his hand and loved him so deeply, that she never noticed another man.  She said she wouldn’t change a thing.  But she hoped that I would be happy, in spite of what my life was like.  He told her there would be more children like me, and when the time came, we would know what to do.

I’m not a child any longer.  But I hear the trees talking to each other.  They talk about the weather, the coming seasons, and the birds nesting in their branches.  I hear the explosions on our star and I know when She’s angry.  I hear nature and understand how I am connected to all living things, and I see the poison that has infected the minds of human beings.  The poison that stops them from knowing those things as well.

I don’t know what’s coming, or when.  I just know that I’ll be ready to do whatever is necessary, when it arrives.

My name is Blue Diamond, and I’m not like everyone else.  If you’re reading this, neither are you.

 

Photo:  Maria Eduarda Tavares
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How they met…

man in blue denim jacket sitting on concrete bench

“Can you teach me to do that?” she asked, walking up to him.

“Do what?”

“Make smoke come out of my hand,” she said.  “I want to be able to do that.”

“Just hold up your hand and think of smoke,” he said.  “It’s easy.  You just…do it.”

She did what he said, but nothing happened.  She tried sitting next to him, standing farther away and turning backward, but nothing she did, made the smoke appear.

“It’s not working,” she sighed, leaning against the wall.  “Maybe I’m doing it wrong.”

“Did you turn on your magic?”

“Turn on my magic?” she asked.  “What do you mean?”

“Well, you have to turn on the switch, or you’ll never be able to do anything.”

“Where’s the switch?” she asked, excitedly.  “I didn’t even know I had one.”

“I think most people have one,” he snickered.

“Tell me where it is, please.”

“It’s here,” he said, tapping on the side of his head.

“On my face?”

“No,” he laughed, “in your mind.”

“Oh,” she said flatly.

“What?” he asked, frowning.  “You can do it.”

“I don’t think I can.  I think you have magic and I don’t.”

“Are you just going to give up?”

“I don’t want to give up,” she said, truthfully.  “I just don’t believe I can do it.”

“But belief is the switch.”

She laughed.  “No.  It’s not.  That’s just something people tell you.  They say that if you believe it you can do it.  It’s not true.  I’ve believed a million things and I can’t do any of them and it’s not because I believed the wrong way, or didn’t believe enough, either.”

“You want to be magic?” he asked.

“Doesn’t everyone?” she laughed, suddenly feeling embarrassed.  “Is that silly?”

“Of course not,” he said.  “How old are you?”

“Ten.”

“Then you can still do it,” he said.  “When people get older, they forget about magic and all the things they believed in as children.  You probably still look for the little folk too, right?”

She nodded and felt her face turn pink.

“They’re there you know.  I bet they see you.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Yes.  Do you give them gifts?”

“I leave food and treasures for them in the park.”

“Then they know you’re a friend.”

She beamed at him.  “Really.”

“I’m sure of it,” he said.  “Now, about the smoke.”

“Yes?”

He handed her a silver cylinder.  “Hold this above your head and touch this switch.”

She did and smoke came out of the small canister.  It looked just like his smoke.

“But…”

“Before you say anything,” he said, holding up his hand.  “This is still magic.  Magic is knowing how to do things and get the results you are looking for.  It doesn’t matter if the smoke comes from you, or from the canister, it’s still smoke.  It’s still beautiful and it’s still coming out of your hand.  The one thing you have to learn, if you want to be happy, is that your imagination is the magic.   As long as you know that, magic will be with you everyday of your life.  Do you believe me?”

She nodded.

“Then open your hand.”

She opened her hand and there was no canister.  She turned to say something, but he was gone.  She was alone on the street, with smoke coming directly out of her hand.

 

Photo: Sylvain Gllm
Unsplash

 

 

 

If…

woman holding white paper covering her face

if you believe in
MAGICK
you’ll always
find your way
HOME

 

Photo:  Darius Bashar
Unsplash

Magick…

Stonehenge, Mystery, Heritage, Ancient

Magick
has always been
in the world
it has always been
inside of us
but the farther
we get from
our connection
with the land
and other living
things
the more
we cut ourselves off
from our true
nature
the WILD places
where
Magick
dwells
so that
our
sparks are
buried
under
glass and steel
under dots
and dashes
numbers and codes
under
clocks
emails
and
exhaust
dispair
and
never ending
work
until we are
disconnected
from those things
that are
important
for
Magick
and
life
to be felt
and the things
we make
don’t last
but nature
while constantly
changing
will go on
until the
very end
and the
Magick
will still
be there
alive
waiting
for those
who remembers
how to use
it

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There really are books for everyone…because we all have different interests and needs.

Magick…

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If we embrace our innate MAGICK, anything is possible.

Magic happens…


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Magick…

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What I think about love…

there
is
a
difference
between
having
someone
love
you
and
having
someone
IN
love
with
you

 

love
from
your
children
family
and
friends
is
wonderful
warm
and
beautiful

 

love
from
someone
who
is
IN
love
with
you
is
MAGIC

 

I
miss
the
my
Knight
in
blue
jeans
I
miss
the
MAGIC

 

I
miss
it
everyday

Margaret and Toby…

Margaret, otherwise known as her fabulousness, was quite the little girl and she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that her dog Toby was her true, and very real, Fairy Godmother.  Since her parents, along with everyone else, rarely believed anything she said, she kept this important bit of information to herself.  People were always telling her that she had a vivid imagination,  but the thing was, she never made anything up.

After a while Margaret simply stopped talking.  She didn’t see the point.  Everyone laughed at her when she said anything, so she just turned her back on all of them.  She and Toby travelled during the night and whenever they were left home alone.  One evening her parents, never realizing that Margaret hadn’t said a word to them in over a year, realized that she was missing.

While they were looking for her, she and Toby were playing on a beach and running through the surf.  There were children and Fairy Godmothers everywhere. The children were all friendly,  laughing, chatting and building sand castles, as their Fairy Godmothers watched over them.  Everyone smiled and waved at Margaret.

You see, Margaret and Toby had gone to live on the Island of Imaginative Children, a place where children, who live with true magick, can be understood and believed.  A place where no one laughs at them when they say they had lunch in China, or that they saw three bears foraging in a forest after dinner.  The Island is a happy place, a beautiful place…it’s a place where magick runs free for those who can see it.

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