believe in magic

In my definition believing in magic is believing that the good things you do and living artistically will fight off all complacency. Believing in imagery and beauty and feeling it internally, Sharing this with the people around you and inspiring others. Essentially believing in the possibilities is key. Keeping your life full with projects and energy at all costs.

Well, what do you know. We wanted a cat, and we heard a miaow outside the door. Opened the door. 2 months later, and the cat is still here (and in much better shape than it was when we first met it. Must be the steak and the love.)

hi everyone i belived in real magic when i was little and guess what i still do and im 16 this is becouse ive had some experiences of real magic in my life i will explain ever heard of a trick called dynamic coin if so the 10ps in it are stuck together well when i was first shown the trick i thought they were real and i hit them on the table and the 10ps fell apart i thought i just scattered a few 10ps on the floor but when i picked them up and put them together i felt my thumb melt through the bottom of the coins and i got a bit shaken up ive been having similar experiences when i tghink somethings real and its not i tend to do it for real

so ive came up with a theory but its hard to do so you have to have a good belief and i mean good so give this a try sometime think things as opposites and try to do the opposite of everything so if somethings not real try to think it is if something stuck together think it as not etc

hope this helped any questions e-mail me at: stagevagen@yahoo.com

cricket and frog song, the smell of rain in the dark, fireflies at dusk, dew-sweet grass under my bare feet, intoxicating honeysuckle, fog draped hills at sunrise, fresh mouth cooling melon, sprinkler sprayed giggles, my baby’s soft sunkissed skin and my bare moonlit flesh

believe in magic? Life is magic….

magic happens!

i believed in magic as a child (don’t we all!) i was a daydreamy little thing who loved fairytales, and looking into clouds, and making up fairy stories to send myself off to sleep. i guess growing up and being educated in this post-enlightenment, rational, secular british society, i have become quite detached from this earlier thought process. i have been ‘trained’ to put logic and reason first. i think my mind is a mixture of dominant rational thoughts and hidden magical impulses. these shadowy feelings stem from childhood, and seem to whisper that there are many ways of seeing the world, and this is only one of them. certainly reason is important. but the sparkle of imagination is always there, waiting, laughing at the grey outside.

sometimes i think we dream because our soul is trying to remind us that we need to believe in magic (in my last post i just said i was a realist maybe i should edit it to a jaded dreamer) last night i dreamed i was trying to walk down my driveway and at one point there is a creek that flows right next to it, when the rain is hard it tends to flow over and run down the driveway. in my dream though it became a fantastic vertical barrier between me and my way. there was a school of brightly colored goldfish with the most magnificent long flowing tails, multicolored frogs and a black and red jellyfish. and i wasn’t even sad that i could not pass it, i was just simply amazed at the beauty before me. why can’t anything in this world stop my like that?

This is definetely a goal I wanna see come true. Some people have a different defintion of the word “magic.” I wanna see it happen. Everyone says that there’s magic everywhere around you, you just have to want to see it. My defintion of magic is getting a good job, a girl that I will love for a longggggggggg time, and a family that will love me even if mess up really bad (Which I haven’t yet). I just want a sign, to see something happen! Can’t wait!

don’t you remember being a child, and knowing, not thinking, knowing anything was possible? and it was. then life and the weight of the world tells you you’re wrong. that you’re stuck. so jaded. i miss that magical feeling, i want it back. but how do you find something that was stolen from you?