The Magic is You

You Are The Magic

Less “me,” leads to more magic.

In 2003 I was living in Brisbane and got it into my head that I would like to relocate myself and my cranio sacral practice to Paris, so on my next family visit back to Ireland I scheduled a week in Paris. My rough plan was to s’installer à Paris and see what happened.

When I was there I spent the week wandering around Paris watching and waiting on high alert for any little scraps of serendipity, or any other little indication of being on the right track. I put myself in different places around the city and followed my intuition like a bloodhound. I was waiting for something to happen. It didn’t.

A week later I found myself on the plane back to Australia, scratching my head and wondering what that was all about.

If you are a regular reader you will know I spent a month in Innsbruck recently — you can read all about that adventure here –- and while I was there I did a lot of wandering about too. It is a lovely old city, and there are plenty of lovely places to wander to. I had no agenda other than skiing, and I wasn’t planning to relocate to Innsbruck or anything like that. After about two weeks, I noticed I had a sort of tension in me, particularly when I was out and about. I didn’t register it initially because I had a big, “past life,” process going on which, if you haven’t already, you can read about here

It wasn’t until the “past life,” realisation had happened and my inner space had quietened down a bit that I was able to feel this tension clearly.  When I reflected on what it was I realised I was waiting for something to happen. It wasn’t a conscious thing, the only indication I had was this tension. Once I could see it clearly I could see there was a familiarity to it. It reminded me of that week in Paris, 20 years before, the feeling at least. 

The more I looked at it the more it came into focus. It was a kind of expectant tension, like waiting for a loved one at an airport. I realised that what I was waiting for was for something magical to happen to me. To find myself at a particular place and meet a particular person which would lead to another thing which would lead to another thing and all add up to a lovely piece of magic.  ‘Well that’s interesting,’ I thought to myself.

A few days later I was meditating and as always my focus was on the mystery. I don’t have an agenda other than the mystery when I meditate. I am not looking for clarity. I don’t meditate with the intention of getting answers to a question. My focus is on the mystery which is nothing to speak of.

Into that emptied space the mystery will sometimes communicate and when it does it is like a package of knowledge is delivered. There is no insight “A,” leading to insight “B,” leading to insight “C.” It is like the whole alphabet is known all at once. I go from not knowing to knowing in an instant.

On this day I went from not knowing why I was waiting for the magic to not waiting for anything at all. The knowledge from the mystery was that I was the magic. If I were to wrap words around the non-verbal communication it would be something like, “Stop looking outside yourself for the magic. You are the magic. Start looking for that.” 

The tension went immediately and in its place was a sense of wonder. On my next little stroll around town I was no longer looking for magic outside me. Instead, I was just noticing the effect I was having as I wandered about. Without getting all biblical on you it was like scales had been lifted from my eyes.  

People were smiling at me, and then at each other. Slumping, closed postures opened up as I approached. I found myself in what felt like very specific places at very specific times. Sometimes it was arguments that de-escalated, or other times it was as simple as being in a queue for a checkout or being joined by someone at a pedestrian crossing while we waited for the traffic light to change. 

From the outside, I am not sure how noticeable it was. It’s not like I was emitting a field of rainbow energy covering all before me in pixie dust. It was more subtle and internal than that. 

Inside Job

The main difference was the shift in perception. When I got out of the way and stopped focusing on what magic was going to happen to me, and instead looked for the magic that was happening because of me, that is when I realised how much I had been missing.

From the spiritual life perspective there is nothing new here, the dissolution of the “I”, or at least less of an identification with the sense of self, is common in lots of teachings and traditions. I just hadn’t realised the unexpected magical benefit.

Like most things that have been communicated to me from the mystery, it hasn’t changed and is still with me. Now when I go out I am no longer wondering what is going to happen to me, or am I going to get the things done I intend to? Instead, I set my intentions for the trip and then forget about them, and then I spend the rest of the time affectionately wondering why I am in a particular place, or talking to a particular person, and watching the dynamics unfolding. 

I don’t think I am special in this. If you start looking for it you will notice the same thing and I encourage you to look. It is a lovely shift in focus to look for what magic is happening because of your presence, and seeing that effect is truly magical.

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Photo by Natalya Letunova on Unsplash


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