Yesterday I said, “I wish it would rain all day long.” Today, it is raining. The air smells clean and the atmosphere is cool and moist. I hear the droplets gently kissing the earth and washing away the schmutz that has coated the air for far too long.
For three months I have said, “Let me go.” On Tuesday, it happened.
Be careful what you wish for. That is one of my favorite lines from one of my most favorite movies, “Practical Magic.” Because I believe in magic, I also believe that what I put out there comes back threefold. However, I have never been able to grasp the fact that I can make a wish come true. Some of the simplest magic – manifesting.
As a child, I learned all sorts of superstitiously-based “magic,” although it wasn’t ever called “magic” in my world…
Star light, star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may,
I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
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Step on a crack, break your mother’s back
Step on a line, break your mother’s spine
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If you love someone,
Set them free
If they come back to you
They’re yours
If they don’t, it was never meant to be
Thing is, I never believed in any of that. Even as a child, I knew there was magic; I believed in magic. But that hooey-patooey garbage, I couldn’t get behind. I felt hopeless, helpless, staring at the window and pleading with that star to grant my wish, all the while knowing it was complete horse crap. I knew if I accidentally hit a crack in the sidewalk that my mother would not fall down from a broken back. And, most of all, I knew that if I set my loved one free, they would never come back. Ever. So I clung to everyone for dear life.
It was odd growing up as a magical child in a totally unmagical world. In a world where magic was viewed as the hand of Satan and that all that even uttered the word were evil. It was difficult to be able to feel, hear and see things that others could not. It was harder still to turn it all off and deny who I was.
When I gave birth to a magical daughter almost eleven years ago, all that wakened in me. Suddenly I could see and hear and feel other dimensional beings and sensations again. Suddenly I remembered all I once knew. And, even with that remembrance, I still did not believe that I could call forth the wishes of my heart and have them granted.
Until lately.
Thing is, everyone can call into their lives that which they want. We are the creators of our own lives. Everyone is a manifestor of sort. However, being a conscious, purposeful manifestor is a whole new ball game. My mother is such a master manifestor. She can literally speak things into being. When it first started happening, we would giggle and look about as though we had done something truly awful. At first it would take days for things to happen. Now, it takes only a breath’s-width of time to call it into being. For a couple years now, I have envied her power of manifesting, believing myself to be devoid of such a beautiful gift.
But it is happening. I am getting my wishes. I understand that I have been getting them all along, but I have been unwilling to own the results or even see them. I am getting my wishes faster and faster and I am finding myself surprised when I stop, look around, breathe deep and gasp I got my wish!
Now what?
That question has been the most exciting pivotal point I have come across in a long time. Now what?!
Now I have all the time in the world on my hands. Now I have the time to finish the process of publishing my first book. Now I have the time to put up my art for the world to see and take into their homes. Now I have the time to pursue my genius and my passion. Now I have time to step fully into myself and finally become that woman I have been waiting to recognize. Now!
I feel limitless and free. I feel excited and overflowing with joy and love. I feel peaceful and safe. I feel in every inch of my body my latest mantra: I believe in the abundance of the Universe and my financial needs are always met.
I have harnessed my own power. I have taken back myself.
Now what?
Now, I LIVE!
“Wish Upon a Star” by Jessie Wilcox-Smith found at http://www.art.com/asp/sp-asp/_/pd–10100766/Wish_Upon_a_Star.htm
