Grab Your Pointy Hat
Attractive as the striped stockings and trendy ankle boots may be, the most appealing aspect of practicing your own witchcraft is the ever-expanding connection to Source energy. Exploring the depths of your heart in order to reconnect with the Divine power that exists within each of us is a unique and individual journey of choice. Whether you approach this endeavor with the company of others, in solitary, or not at all, is a conscious decision. Regardless of how you define your level of connection to Divine energy, we are all magical beings. The pointy hat is always optional.
Life is magic. The essence of magic is simply the natural state of energy movement that creates change in your life. By opening your heart and descending into the Source of your own energy, the memory of your true purpose unfolds and you rediscover who you are. You remember that you are the deliberate creator of your own life experience.
It is the heart of our being that follows the pull of magic, and directs the movement of energy to bring that which you desire into your experience. Defining the properties of manifestation cannot be explained, as there are no adequate words available in the realm of the heart. It just happens. That’s why we call it magic:)
Once you experience the creation of your own magic, the awareness of its essence, even in ordinary things, provides a sense of wonder and satisfaction in life. You begin seeing connections between what you think, how you feel, and what is happening around you. It seems as if you open your eyes to what you are creating for yourself, and your natural connection to Source expands.
The unmistakable aura that beams forth from one who has rediscovered the nature of their true essence is a lovely sight to behold. I still smile when I recall an exchange that I had with one of the moms that I had the pleasure of knowing during my PTA years. Sylvia was a gentle and kind soul, who preferred to avoid the cutthroat business of fund-raising and planning that seemed to define the bitchy character of many of the PTA board members of the time. I admired her.
We had planned a school carnival, and I thought that it would be refreshing to offer some local fare, in addition to the routine hot dog, snow cone, and popcorn stands. Since Sylvia’s sister Rosa lived two doors down from us at the time, I knew that Sylvia’s mom made tamales for their family on occasion. I asked Sylvia if she would be willing to make tamales to sell at the school carnival. Sylvia was hesitant, but thought that perhaps with the help of her sister Rosa, the three Alvarez women could prepare a sufficient amount to serve.
It had been quite the undertaking. Sylvia reported that her mother had never prepared such a large amount of tamales at one time, and she and Rosa had not participated in the actual preparation of ingredients before. The day before the carnival, Sylvia had become overwhelmed with the responsibility of providing tamales for public consumption. Her mom and Rosa were ready to bow out completely. Sylvia had to take over.
I was so busy myself on the morning of carnival day, I barely noticed when Sylvia had arrived with her large warming trays packed full of tamales. What I did notice later, were the hoards of people gathered around her tamale stand. There were carnival-goers eagerly waiting in line, smiling people carrying stacks of tamale filled containers away, and others standing off to the side eating tamales right off the plate that they were holding. The tamales were the highlight of the carnival. Sylvia was beaming.
When I finally had a chance to talk with her later, Sylvia relayed her experience. In the midst of the anxiety she was feeling the day before, she stepped outside, sat on the front step for a moment, and took several deep breaths.
With a knowing smile, she said, “I closed my eyes, and shifted my intention.”
When she went back inside, she completed the preparation of all the ingredients. Then she proceeded to fill, wrap, and stack hundreds of tamales. Throughout the entire process, she said that she thought of nothing else but the love that she was putting in to each and every one that she made.
What an exquisite expression of energy movement from the heart. And she didn’t even wear a pointy hat.
