March 22, 2015

You are Magical. Really.

mystical magic mushroom land man

*Author’s Note: The response to my recent article, “Date a Man Who Knows You Are Magical,” has been fantastic and humbling. However, some seem to take issue with the term “magical,” and I feel the need to clear the air and explain what exactly I believe “being magical” means.

“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of star-stuff.” ~ Carl Sagan

You are magical.

I am magical.

We are magical.

Our powers, such as they are, hail from the Earth, the moon and the subtle, poorly understood intricacies of the human mind.

We are sorcerers, conjuring the most vivid of images from mere letters on the page. We are wizards and witches, casting spells by the sibilant susurrations of our stories. And we are healers, changing one another’s worlds by our touch, our compassion and our presence.

This magic we carry is utterly mundane, and therein lies its brilliant mystery. How could a world so full of suffering contain something of such simple strength?

This hidden power, we carry it from birth, but like the ability to float, we sometimes lose track of it in the process of growing up. Sometimes, we forget that we are always, entirely, intrinsically magical.

We do not, objectively speaking, live in the realms of Aesop’s Fables or Grimm’s Fairy Tales. No, our monsters are greed and corruption and hatred and violence. Ultimately, though, are these anything more than those villainous archetypes in abstracted form?

These worlds are not as detached as we like to believe.

You are stardust, too.

I am stardust.

We are stardust.

Don’t take my word for it—Carl Sagan said so!

We are born with an innate knowing which the rational mind tries to suppress. But still we know—still we feel that we are indeed made of star-stuff.

That fact does not come and go; rather, it is a truth almost too beautiful to believe and nearly too vast to comprehend. Finally, though, it is too big to ignore.

We are magic.

We are stardust.

Our power—embedded to the core—follows us tirelessly through the world. This human, earthly magic is the very universe through which we move. We may trudge at times, or stumble at others, but when we remember—when we remember, you can be sure we will be dancing.

This is no fairytale, nor some grandiose delusion.

You—yes, you—are magical.

Perhaps you have forgotten how to heal and conjure with words and touch, but you can. You always could and you always can.

You need only remember the depth of your ability and float.

Sandra’s seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins’ gold.
Donald heard a mermaid sing,
Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known
I’ve had to make myself.”

~Shel Silverstein



Relephant Read:

Date A Man Who Knows You Are Magical.


Author: Toby Israel

Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

Photo: Hartwig HKD at Flickr

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