Where Has All The Magic Gone?

Remember when we were children and we would jump out of bed in a morning with such joy as we greeted the day. We would get so exciting, jumping up and down on Birthdays and Christmas time, and those visits from the tooth fairy, all hold a magical place within my memory.

As adults we perceive things now on a different wave length and those magical make-believe worlds in the days of my make-believe imagination, as I galloped around my garden waving my magic fairy princess wand.

Todays adults have lost the Magic in their lives, thinking it is to be found in the accumulation of possessions. But that which glitters isn’t always Gold, and it often comes at a price, which often leads to the Big Bad Wolf growling at their doors, as the Fairy-tale ends as the Wicked Witch of ‘Pay back with Interest!’ Casts her Debt spell and holds us in her perpetual Grasp!.  

So how can we find that lost Magic? What sort of magic are we each of us searching for?  

Each of us are capable of creating magical things in our own lives if we are willing to re-open our eyes . 

As adults we have put limits upon ourselves which in this modern-day world of gadgets and electronics, which have robbed  many of us of our ability to think for ourselves. We rely on being told what to eat, what to wear, and where to buy.. as the media of Controlling our Lives also casts its spell via the Advertising Cauldron of Modern Day Media.  

We have forgotten to use the Powers of Natures Natural Magic as we no longer listen to the Ebb and Flow of Natures Pulse. We have forgotten to use our Intuitive abilities, we’ve tuned out of the forces of nature, we no longer sit and feel the Energy of a tree, or understand the medicine of herbs, feel the healing offered from the ocean and our waterways, , Instead we pollute the very life giving forces of our planet.

We’ve forgotten the magic of sitting outdoors in Natures elements as we shut ourselves in our boxes with our electronics bombarded with electric light, radio waves, Microwaves, Invisible signals from our mobile phone and TV networks pour through the walls of our boxes constantly.. No wonder our children are looking pasty and ill..We do not see how we are poisoning ourselves with Fast Foods, and additives etc.

We have forgotten to stop and look up into the Magic of a clear starry night as the Moonlight reflects upon the carpet of frost as it glistens in its own magical glitter underfoot, or see the magic in every snow flake, each one unique like ourselves as they fall to the ground. 

Many of us are fascinated with the Future, our curiosity leads us to explore Space and the different realms of reality . Somehow we know instinctively that these realms exist and yet many are afraid to voice those seemingly unexplained happenings, dismissing them as fanciful nonsense. How many of us as children said we saw things, only to have an adult tell us to not be silly, as we grew up and our invisible playmates vanished for ever. Those very instinctive abilities which each are born with are zapped out of us, as we are groomed to the adults world of thought.

The Keys to Unlocking those Magical Doors lay not within text books, but they are found within your own ‘Inner-Self’ your own unconscious mind of imaginings and day-dreams.

I once read a quote from a lady who was one of England’s leading Magical Ladies her name Dion Fortune it said.

“ Magic is the art of causing Changes in the Consciousness according to the Will…….” 

Once we learn to control our thinking-our Imagination of our Consciousness and our Perceptions about our reality, we then change the entire Universe.

You have heard me use the phrase of Waking Up to ourselves, Nature has all the answers, and we are all of us created from the same atoms, each tree, plant, animal and Mineral shares the same heritage.

When I talk about getting in tune with ourselves, I also mean we need to once again get in tune with Nature. For some it may be taking a walk in the countryside, working in your garden, tending to a pot plant in your home.

Finding the Magic is allowing yourself to become that child again. We need to find the Joy in the simple pleasures of life.

So take a look outside your boxes and let the love of Nature work her magic upon your soul. Rejoice in the sound of Children’s Laughter, enjoy the birdsong, Look up and really see the Miracles of Life in the ever changing sky.

We have forgotten much from our ancestors those wise ancient ones who respected all life in all its forms and appreciated its natural flow as they planted with the cycles of the Moon and watched the heavens.

We have forgotten how to choose, how to decide, as our decisions have all but been made for us in our modern day of advertising media. We have lost much of our common sense, as our own natural senses have been eroded by the modern world.

We turn constantly to find answers in books, films, teachers and gurus, but we forget to look at the very core of the problem.

We need only look within our own Hearts if we wish to find its magic. We need to know the powers we each hold as we change our way of thinking.

When we change the magic in our own lives, then we see it reflected back in our outer-world.

The Magic has always been there..

We just need to alter our way of BEing and allow our Natural Sparkle to shine..

and that’s Magic!

© Sue Dreamwalker – 2013 All rights reserved.

Another Year~ Childhood Memories

May is upon us already.. and with it another year for me draws to its completion.. As I mark another year to my calendar today. The Month of May begins for me with a Celebration of memories.. May is the time when blossoms bloom, and bluebells flower.

I look back within my mind at my childhood, my youth and now my autumn years.. As I see the many changes which unfolds within a life time..I reflect today the many colours which have contributed to my life.. And like the Maypole ribbons each one woven in their own unique colours as they streak through my mind.. Some clear, while others have blown away in the passing of time.

May brings back memories of many birthdays and as I sit and pen this post of memories, I see myself aged 7 dancing the May-Pole in my Village of Stoney Middleton with one of the rare new dresses I would have to wear.. As my Aunt would buy us all a new Easter outfits just once a year. ( as my parents were not so well off ), which often would be miles too big.But I remember well this day in May as I danced with glee, for my dress in poker-dots of blue velvet on white net, like a ballerinas gown was my pride and joy.. I was a princess that day ~I remember lining up in the church vestry waiting to skip out onto the Nook in a line on cue to music, as we took our positions and picked up our ribbons from the boys who stood in the middle keeping the pole sturdy. ~ It mattered not that day that my dance partner a boy, who when we danced over and under went the wrong way and we all got entangled as we skipped our way around the central circle Pole. And our teacher came to our aid as we untangled ourselves..

We would as children gather our mothers bluebells from the valley and later it would be Lilies of the Valley.I can still smell their perfume as I see the images within my minds eye as we would tie them into the small circles of Posies .

My brother would get into trouble for climbing trees, to look into birds nests. But then we all climbed and swung on trees making rope ladders and swings and dens in the wood. We skipped over the meadows picking the many large Moon Penny Daisies and Buttercups and jumped the local brook. I remember being chased off private land near our local small private Middleton Hall by their Gardener..The same Hall that held garden parties for the village on Wakes week, when the Wells were Dressed with the Wells Dressings , with WI stalls of home made cakes and jams. The Tombola stall, and the Lucky Dip..And roll a penny.. Tug of War completions in fancy dress.. Morris Dancing’s, And how All the villages pulled together..

And we would help the local Farmer at harvest time with haymaking, taking two or three of us at a time to drag the square bales of hay into piles for the tractor to collect..

Dad would catch wild rabbits and we would get Rabbit stew on the menu quite regular.. Meat was expensive but we had Pheasants and partridges too, Living near to Chatsworth House my Dad knew someone who when they had their game shoots, the birds which were too badly shot damaged would go cheap.. I remember well sat around the table and Dad saying ‘chew well’, as we all spat out the led shot pellets as they clanked on our plates..

I often find some of those early memories are clearer in my mind than that which I did yesterday…..

May is a special month of the Year.. And just wanted to share a few childhood Memories .. As I Look back today.

Sue Dreamwalker

The Beginning.

The Journey~

Where does one start? I’m told the best place to start is at the beginning.. But just where did it begin? Did it start when I was a child who went into her shell, the one who spent time alone inside her head. The one who was the eldest child of 5 who was nicked named ‘Little Mother’.

Just when did my searching begin? Was it through the bed time stories I would make up to my siblings as I lay in our bedroom shared with 3 other sisters, and my brother across the landing that would spin a little magic each night. Or was it the nights I lay with curtains wide open looking up at the Moon and Stars? Feeling alone, and just wondering about all those different planets out there.Yet at the same time feeling a Knowing within that I couldn’t explain.

Maybe it was the Night when aged around 12 when out playing on a winters evening with friends as it grew dark and yet the snow made it lighter on the ground as it sparkled like diamonds, reflected by the Moon  and with one sparse street lamp, when we saw something flash in the field next to our homes and the street lamp and electricity failed for a few moments as the power cut out. And we all felt something eerie.. and we ran on home.

Or could it have been when my Father came home in a panic  saying something strange had followed him home down a lane he often walked at night, saying he felt he was being watched and that something seemed to hover above the trees, as he heard a low hummm .. I remember how spooked he was, and Dad was never one to be spooked.

Then again it could have been the time around 13 yrs old when I was walking up our stairs and saw a Nun in full habit cross our landing. I was told not to be so silly.

Perhaps it may have been when I got all emotional aged 11, I was allowed to go to with a Chapel Day outing for a long long day out at London Wembley Stadium, when I joined in the hysteria of others who cried out loud at a Billy Graham Crusade.

Or was it when my brother  came home to not quite believing what he had seen, as his mate had died aged 18 in a lone car accident on a lonely country road, and yet two days after his funeral, he and 2 others saw him as large as life standing on the Village Cross, as he waved to them all then disappeared.   

Then again it could have started when I would lay at night with ear trained to the floor, with heart in my chest beating loudly as I waited for parental arguments to start.

When ever my journey started, I learnt to pray.. I learnt to send out my thoughts. For Prayer is sending out our thoughts into the Cosmos as we link with that which we are one with.

I would pray for the arguments to stop, I would pray that everyone would be alright.I learnt to pray for lots of things.. I learnt to send out my thoughts and Listen back, for I wanted to know my prayers were being answered.

As a small child to 15yrs old I went to Sunday School at our local Chapel. Religion, Bible study as a child played a Huge role in my upbringing. And as I’ve mentioned before in other posts I thought of GOD as this white bearded man in a heavenly cloud, listening to all I had to say..

Today my perception of our Creator has changed, so too has the world grown with knowledge gained.  We now know that we don’t fall off the edge of the ocean as we’ve discovered the world is no longer flat. But long ago, such were our beliefs.

It isn’t until we are given knowledge and like those first explorers be brave enough venture a little further into the unknown, that we make new discoveries. The boundaries are being pushed all the time, as our view of the world and our perceptions change. To those that sailed off into the unknown, many thought they would fall off the edge of the earth, for such were their perceptions given the knowledge they had at that time..

Now our perceptions are based upon the knowledge we too glean from our parents, our surroundings, our History books etc.The Media, our Newspapers, We all assume that what we are being told is the Truth….

I remember too when my Mother told me I was born under a Gooseberry Bush, and I got into a heated argument aged 6 with my best friend defending my Mum who was right, and said No! I didn’t come out of my Mummy’s Tummy as her Mummy has said..beacause  MY MUM was right and Her Mum was wrong..

You see we get into this indoctrinated way of thinking, for we have always been told its this way or that way, and why would we need to question it.. When our parents pass down their thoughts and beliefs. This has happened throughout many generations.. 

 I have known from a young age that I needed to seek the Truth, I needed Answers, I have to explain that I have always looked up to the sky and known I come from Way up there somewhere… there is this connection, even as a small child I felt I was on a kind of Mission. I knew that there were ‘others’ out there, listening, Watching, waiting.. So maybe that was the beginning of my journey, as all of these life experiences made me think, question, and sit within the silence of my own thoughts and just wonder.. Why are we here?

The Journey of discovery first starts with oneself.

And to find oneself, sometimes you have to lose yourself for a little while in order to find yourself again. I did that too…. Many years later experiencing A  nervous breakdown… through stress, over work, juggling career, family, guilt, inadequacies, rejection from my Mother, a whole range of emotions..

It was then that my real journey of self began.. when I asked the question..

WHO am I? …in fact just who are WE? …and Where do we come from, and What are we doing here, and Where are we going?

Questions I know Many more are now starting to ask.. and as we Wake up to the Truth of who we are, we see that what we have been told we need to Question. And find out those answers for ourselves..

The journey has begun~ As  in coming posts I will share my own thoughts… and I hope you too will share yours, and remember you don’t have to agree… For YOU too are on your own Journey..

Together I hope we find some Answers.. 🙂

Looking Skyward.

The weather has been glorious over the last few days here in the U.K. and the warmth of the Sun has also been like the warmth of friendship that my friends have shown here on Spaces..

This week has been even more special to me as not only is my Hubby now recovering nicely, and thanks to all for your well wishes, but also a dear Waggi Tailed friend has returned, whom I thought was lost.. Welcome back dear Lonewolf…..

This weekend has been a busy one, with me working and all.. But today is my day off, and I have made the most of it, catching up on a few chores and my space friends..

A couple of nights ago.. I wrote this poem.. it was sparked off by the beautiful weather.. and it took me back to my childhood, when One could roam freely among our countryside  and fear nothing more than the Cow’s and Sheep that may charge you if you walked through their field..

I would walk for miles, looking up at the sky and talk… asking questons…… seeking and Listening for answers…

Something that I still do today… For I always Look Skyward.. and Know my voice is heard…

 

Looking Skyward.

 

When I was young and carefree did I roam,

Around our Village I would dream alone

I’d walk for miles in valleys of green

With never a care or so it seemed.

 

Escape would I were bird song would thrill

Forgetting all my childhood chills-

Of parent who would lash with tongue

I’d roam the hills in search of song.

 

Finding places in the grass-

To lay my head, a confused lass

Searching high up in the sky

I knew that there was more to I.

 

Conversations in my head

I’d read the Bible and break bread,

To satisfy my thirst for more

I knocked upon sweet Jesus door.

 

And he filled my heart with Joy,

Until this girl did meet her boy

And then in romance life anew

Family life I did pursue.

 

But never in my heart did I

Forsake the calling from the sky

And conversations once again

Did constantly bombard my brain

 

Of what am I? And Why? You see,

Is there suffering in front of me

Several Paths now have I took

But there is one which now I look

 

For all are equal, can’t you see

It matters not what name give thee-

To your maker up on high

I still look up towards the sky.

 

For when I pray, I know he’s there

Our Spirit Father, beyond compare

His loving hand he guides me safe

This little girl, His little waif.

 

For though I’ve grown and have matured

Within somewhere is the little girl-

Who sought his answers from her pain

He talks to me, I’m not insane.

 

So when you think your path is rough

And life to you is not enough

Remember to look upon the sky

As rainbow follows, as storms pass by.

 

We each of us have our cross to bare

Just like Jesus, Crucified there.

But know, that no one is ever alone,

For in our footsteps, ‘He’ does roam.

Dreamwalker