“We can choose to function at a lower level of awareness and simply exist, caring for our possessions, eating, drinking, sleeping and managing in the world as pawns of the elements, or we can soar to new and higher levels of awareness allowing ourselves to transcend our environment and literally create a world of our own — a world of real magic.” – Dr. Wayne W. Dyer, Real Magic
As a child, who were your heroes? What books did you read? Where did your imagination take you? And who did you dream of becoming?
If you were anything like me, you were whisked away to far off lands filled with chivalric knights on horseback, castles with moats, rolling pastures and enchanted forests, passionate poets, fairies, fair maidens and magicians; A place where only the chosen one could remove the sword from a stone. Where miracles unfolded within the blink of an eye, and believing in the impossible was the only way to be.
However, as we get older, we seem to tuck those dolls and dreams away into a trunk in the closet, or worse, a lockbox within our heart. We shut down and tell ourselves that it’s time to grow up and be realistic. Fantasy isn’t cool anymore. We have responsibilities. There is no time for Magic. Besides, we convince ourselves, it’s not real anyways.
But when you look in the mirror, do you feel fully satisfied with the person you’ve become?
I’m often told I’m like a 12 year old at heart. I’m proud of that part of myself, thankful that as I’ve gotten older and hopefully wiser, I haven’t lost my connection to Magic.
As a writer and an intuitive healer, I consider myself a Source-cerer of Light, as I create from the purest Source. Imagination and inspiration are channeled from somewhere else incredibly divine, constantly showing me that THERE IS REAL MAGIC in this world. I’ve witnessed miracles and I am grateful for that reliable nudge from my soul to visit those places of wonder, even when all hope feels lost.
The way we experience life is dependent on our perception. Many of us look at the world and say, “It’s not possible. Why bother.” But whose eyes are you looking through? And where did this perception come from? Are you seeing through the eyes of your parents, siblings, society? Or perhaps it’s the words of your college professor that’s still ringing in your ears and guiding your life.
The only perception that matters for you, is yours. The only person you have to prove anything to, is yourself. You are your own guiding light. The poet William Blake wrote:
“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.”
Therefore, if you could be or do anything on this planet, what would it be?
We all have a purpose on this earth. Not one of us has been forgotten. We each have a special gift within us that we are here to share. But all too often we let our fears and limiting beliefs stand in the way of our dreams and block the door to our hearts.
Connecting to the passion that lies within will ignite your soul and guide you to your purpose. Your inner magician is the key to a life filled with Passion; and ultimately a life fulfilled.
Put your hand to your heart, and allow yourself to hear the wisdom from your soul. Who you believed yourself to be as child, is still who you are inside. That which inspired you then, is within you now. It knows who you are and where you are going.
As J. Robert Oppenheimer wrote:
“There are children playing in the street who could solve some of my top problems in physics, because they have modes of sensory perception that I lost long ago.”
Never lose that sense of wonder. That innocent, enthusiastic voice that joyfully lies within you is not immaturity. It’s your Spirit; the divine essence of your soul. Inspired, means to be “In Spirit.” That is where your passion lives. And that’s where the Magic happens.
Believe. Radiate. Create. Receive.
It’s time to Be our True Selves, Beam our Bright Lights, Share our Gifts and Receive the Blessings of all that’s possible on this Great Earth.
Until next time – Don’t Forget the Magic.
In Infinite Love & Magical Light,
Kirsten Sonya Hansen 