Witch Crafting A Spiritual Guide to Making Magic

1 Real Magic "Bring me the love that is right for me now. There's someone out there longing for me. Bring us together so we can be happy. And give me a sign, so I'll recognize him." With these words I ended my love spell and watched the smoke from the attraction incense I had made carry my spell into the future. I blew out the red candles, put the cap on the Aphrodite oil, and closed my magical circle. Eight months passed and nothing was materializing, but I remembered the advice I always gave others: You have to be happy with yourself before you can be happy with someone else. I threw myself into my work, which was always a source of personal growth for me. And then one night, it happened. The sign I had asked for appeared in a dream. It was a waking or "big" dream--the kind that's so vivid you feel as if you're awake. And it was very cinematic: I was standing in the midst of the most beautiful clouds--all brilliantly lit by enormous klieg lights--when suddenly, a dark-haired man wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket and black jeans stepped out of the clouds. I couldn't see his face because he was lit from behind. A motorcycle appeared next to him. It was black with lots of dazzling chrome shining in the light. I found myself climbing onto the back of the bike, and magically, he was seated in front of me. He gunned the engines and we took off into the clouds. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing, and I answered it, even though I was still half asleep. It was my best friend Mitchell, calling to persuade me to go out with a friend of his. He sounded like an interesting guy--a successful photographer with a studio in SoHo and a house on the ocean in the Hamptons. Mitchell said he was smart, funny, attractive, a "real man" --and, Mitchell added, "he rides a Harley." "What color is it?" I asked, sitting bolt upright in bed. "Black," he replied. "With a lot of chrome." "I'll meet him." Our second date was on the bike, and we were married a few years later. Is the world really filled with magic? If you experience falling in love, you know the mystery, promise, and power of magic are all real. You feel as if you've been given a key to an enchanted kingdom where anything is possible, where dreams come true, and your heart's desires are yours for the asking. But in our everyday lives, we find it hard to believe in such things. Look around you: turn on the television and watch the evening news, walk down the street and see the homeless folks, look at a strip-mined hillside, dolphins dying in a trawler's net, or another bloody war and it's not just hard, it's impossible to believe the world is filled with magic. There's no doubt that we humans treat the world as if it's the complete opposite of magical. In fact, we pretty much use it like a combination supply depot and garbage dump. And our own lives seem ensnared in endless details and responsibilities that couldn't seem further from magic. We live in a world of sophisticated skeptics, where the word "magic" is dismissed with a sneer. It's a silly childhood belief that Hogwarts School can teach us to fly on brooms. We know it's just Hollywood special effects that enable beautiful babes to make furniture fly and demons explode. And it's elaborate props and mirrors that allow a Las Vegas lounge act to make a tiger "disappear." We enjoy the illusion, but we tell ourselves real magic is impossible, because we've been taught to believe in scientific, rational explanations. We've been told that magic is just a superstitious and illogical belief, defying science and the harsh realities of grown-up life. Yet, deep down inside, everyone longs for the power to heal the wounds of the world and to make their dreams come true. The irony is that even when we've been told that it's foolishCurott, Phyllis is the author of 'Witch Crafting A Spiritual Guide to Making Magic' with ISBN 9780767908252 and ISBN 0767908252.