You hold the magic in your hand. You can set things aright. It is not a matter of sorcery,
for in truth that is but a weak attempt at playing god. Rather, it is in opening up to
the latent power of life within you, that which is the source of all that breathes,
moves, and grows, that which is in constant contact with creation itself. It is not in
destroying what is seen as abhorrent that brings you freedom from the weight pressing
down on your spirit. Destruction will not bring you freedom, unless it is in balance
with life. When you see that the life-force contains within it the scientific accuracy
taken to the nth degree, you will understand the natural destruction of what is not natural
is part of the process of living itself. There is magic in incorporating a trust in this
into your daily goings-about-town. There is something unseen, intangible, and potent in
opening up to that within the secret gardens within your mind and heart. Roam there and
see what has come to be.
Meddling in magic without a respect for the greater autonomy of divine circumstance is
like playing with matches in a fireworks factory. You may know how to strike a light, you might
be able to illuminate the darkness in the windowless confines of the alchemist’s laboratory.
You may strive to control the chain reactivity of what you set into motion, yet even with
the help of the biggest, baddest devas and demons, you might find yourself suddenly illuminated
in a rather abstracted way. Such is the way of seeking to control life. You might not
be aware of what you’re tapping into before it’s too late. Such is the way of blindness
as well. Within the dark, your conjured embers may well light your way to the edge of oblivion.
Yet within the microcosm of the cast circle, not everything is amenable to your command.
Where in your life, being adept in the dark arts or repulsed by the suggestion thereof,
are you striving to carve out a domain in which everything makes sense, dots connected,
angles at friendly degrees of separation from sharp points and daggers?
This is not an idle question, even though it seems to cover but a limited gamut of human
striving toward godhood. In the supremacy of knowledge, the ultimate act is surrender
to the unknowable. There is no greater magic than life itself, no greater mystery, no greater
lure to beckon the awakened mind. As soon as the edge of what is reasonable has found
its measure, the magic of life makes itself known, eventually, beyond. Right now you hold
so much in your power to come into a satisfying balance between finite order of mind and the
chaotic assemblage of the unknown infinity spiralling around and outward from an unseen
source of life. There is a bridge between what is known and what lay beyond. It is well
to move your light to the edge, to surrender to the greater order that holds limitation
within a blossom of endeavor, before reaching toward the fuse. Life is the light that rockets
your spirit to higher planes of understanding and being. From there, perspective might show
you how small you’ve been playing. Let the true magic of life
show
you how it’s done.