We talk about magic existing or not. Most people don’t believe in it, of course, lest they should appear foolish and get their hopes up, perhaps. After all, They’ve never seen it, right? So why should they believe in it? There are lots of things we never see that we believe in… But I bet if these non-believers, these doubters of magic, thought back at times of their lives and could remember details, They would certainly know that they in fact had encountered magic- probably countless times, too.
I’m a firm believer that if you do not believe in a thing, Like magic, you will not see it before your own eyes happening. In fact as you read these words you are once again experiencing a miracle. That you are in this world is miraculous. That you happened upon these words is a long shot, but it happened.
Perhaps those doubters of magic are looking for the well worn idea of what magic should look like, or be. Should it have wings, able to appear and disappear? Should magic always come when you wish it, like a genie from a bottle? Should you be able to ride the carpet in your bedroom over the earth, and wouldn’t magic allow the impossible to take place easily? Yes. And no. Magic can be all of this, but it is in fact so much more. Magic is the love we share with one another, and the way nature resurrects itself in the spring, and the way the moon chases the sun to bed every night. That is all magic, too. Yet he who do not believe in magic are blind to even those miracles.
Finally, I must express my opinion on the more super natural form of magic that we most likely read of in our books as children. That sort of magic is possible and has taken place in our world many times. I have seen it. I have witnessed and stepped into magic when I was unaware that it would happen.
There was a little boy I knew who believed he could fly. He wanted to test this out by springing from one cliff’s edge to the other. For weeks he practiced how he would get a running start and sprint all the way to the edge of the cliff. He measured approx. how many feet he would have to fly to reach the other side, and made many notes on the amount of times he would have to flap his arms to stay afloat. For sure he had studied his subject of flying well, noting the habits of birds he watched, and how some would be lifted effortlessly by the wind current.
Finally, the day arrived when he was willing to try and dive into flight across the canyon. He wished he could fly as easily as the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering. He spent awhile walking and then running to the cliff’s edge, his heart beating madly from nervous anticipation. At last, he stepped back about 40 feet from the ledge and ran at full speed toward it with his arms out. He was certain he could reach the other side, and for the first time he looked down and could see the rocks below, as if he were an eagle, soaring. “But,” the boy thought in his mind, “if I fall, my bones will be broken- I was told by my friends I was crazy if I thought I could fly.” As those thoughts entered his mind, he dropped like a heavy stone onto the rocks below, cutting short his flight to the other side. he heard his knee crunching as he landed, and cried out in pain. But for the few moments when all he held was belief, he was flying. It was the fear and the doubt that brought him down, you see?
With magic there must be no doubt, there must be no fear.