Looking For Magic, ...but not finding it Options

I discovered a special marble the other day, a tiny little sphere of glass hiding in the tangled weeds. I made a wish on it; I wished that everything conceivable was achievable. My wish was not granted though, because not everything conceivable is achievable, because there is no magic.

...or at least not where I am. I been looking for the phenomenon for years now without success. Found a lot of preachers, but nobody who could put any meat behind their bones. On one hand nothing is more important to the lives of me and everyone, than finding magic. On the other hand that which doesn't exist can't be found. Those conflicting ideas have totally screwed up my mind. So this post is a warning as well as an introduction. Though by nature a happy person I've been under the curse too long to keep my spirits up, so what I say may be upsetting, and it may conflict with your belief system. I can assure you I'm doing nothing more than an honest and desperate search for the one thing I need most, an escape clause, but I understand how you might see things differently from watching me on the outside.

Raah, take that bad mood! *opens fire*
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Greetings! Welcome to our happy Forum...*grin*
Magic is where you find it, usually just a turn away. To me, it's in everything I do. It's at this point my diatribe starts sounding abit dogmatic/preachy. I wish you luck in finding your Magic. I hope that you will find it through the wonderful people here (or elsewhere, too, for that matter). But you may wish to have an ongoing dialog with yourself as to what you think 'Magic' is and whether or not you have set your expectations too out of synch with the universe. On a personal note, I'm a pantheist. I see 'God' in EVERYTHING! Magic, IMHO, cannot exist without belief. Now I'm not pushing religon...I'm pushing spirituality. One must be open to the idea of Magic for you to be able to experience it. It will not shape itself to our whim like ordering food at a drive thru window....at least, not always. (huh?) I'm speaking in circles, so I'll shut up now.
Here is a lovely poem by Leonard Cohen that is very pertinent. Buffy Ste. Marie puts it to song on her albom 'Enchantments'

1...

God is alive; Magic is afoot
God is alive; Magic is afoot
God is afoot; Magic is alive
Alive is afoot.....
Magic never died.

God never sickened;
many poor men lied
many sick men lied
Magic never weakened
Magic never hid
Magic always ruled
God is afoot
God never died.

God was ruler
though his funeral lengthened
Though his mourners thickened
Magic never fled
Though his shrouds were hoisted
the naked God did live
Though his words were twisted
the naked Magic thrived
Though his death was published
round and round the world
the heart did not believe

Many hurt men wondered
many struck men bled
Magic never faltered
Magic always led.
Many stones were rolled
but God would not lie down
Many wild men lied
many fat men listened
Though they offered stones
Magic still was fed
Though they locked their coffers
God was always served.


2..

Magic is afoot. God rules.
Alive is afoot. Alive is in command.
Many weak men hungered
Many strong men thrived
Though they boasted solitude
God was at their side
Nor the dreamer in his cell
nor the captain on the hill
Magic is alive
Though his death was pardoned
round and round the world
the heart did not believe.

Though laws were carved in marble
they could not shelter men
Though altars built in parliaments
they could not order men
Police arrested Magic
and Magic went with them,
for Magic loves the hungry.

But Magic would not tarry
it moves from arm to arm
it would not stay with them
Magic is afoot
it cannot come to harm
it rests in an empty palm
it spawns in an empty mind
but Magic is no instrument
Magic is the end.

Many men drove Magic
but Magic stayed behind
Many strong men lied
they only passed through Magic
and out the other side
Many weak men lied
they came to God in secret
and though they left him nourished
they would not say who healed
Though mountains danced before them
they said that God was dead
Though his shrouds were hoisted
the naked God did live

3...

This I mean to whisper to my mind
This I mean to laugh with in my mind
This I mean my mind to serve 'til
service is but Magic
moving through the world
and mind itself is Magic
coursing through the flesh
and flesh itself is Magic
dancing on a clock
and time itself the magic length of God.

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It's at this point my diatribe starts sounding abit dogmatic/preachy.

Yes, yes it does. I forgive you though; it's a temptation for all of us to preach to unhappy people. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif)

But you may wish to have an ongoing dialog with yourself as to what you think 'Magic' is and whether or not you have set your expectations too out of synch with the universe.

Oh my expectations are totally out of synch, sorry. I've learned enough about thermodynamics to know that anything even close to what I'm thinking about is "impossible". Doesn't stop the thinking about it though, or diminish its importance. I think magic is an uncertainty to existence, something that defies explanation, a contradiction in terms that cannot be resolved. Basically what I'm talking about is the failure of causality. I know you'd prefer I say how magic is what we all feel deep in our heartball that makes us feel good and wise and stuff. That stuff's easy to find, and plentiful. My magic's a lot harder to find though.

Here is a lovely poem by Leonard Cohen that is very pertinent. Buffy Ste. Marie puts it to song on her albom 'Enchantments'

It is a very lovely song! I do wish things like that were true.