“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
– William Butler Yeats
“I am here to tell you that the magic you once believed in is true, and it is the disillusioned adult perspective of life that is false.”
– Rhonda Byrne, ‘The Magic‘
In a previous post, I wrote about the Magic that was inside of us all. But the story of Magic doesn’t quite end there. At least not for me!
It seems to me that the longer I live, the more convinced I become that life is in fact ‘Magical’. By that I mean to say that there seems to be an unseen power or intelligence that organises and orchestrates the events of our lives – often with uncanny accuracy. Sometimes, it even does so in accordance with the dreams and visions we hold in our minds.
God, Miracles, Synchronicity, Law of Attraction, Sympathetic Resonance, Harmonious Vibration, Coincidence and Happenstance, are just some of the ways in which we refer to this phenomenon. I prefer to simply call it ‘Magic’.
I used to believe in Magic as a child. Then, I forgot about it for a while, but looking back on my life now, I am beginning to recognise and understand the Magic that has been woven into it. I am also beginning to see my dreams and imaginations as some of the keys to unlocking the Magic in my life. Let me illustrate:
- I have been a dreamer for as long as I could remember. When I was little, I would lose myself in the world of Enid Blyton and her books. I loved the world of the Famous Five, the Secret Seven, the Five Find Outers and Dog and the many other worlds that this wonderful author created for little dreamers like me. I would even read her books in class and be punished as a result (after two painful canings by the head-master, I reluctantly decided to discontinue the practice). Physically, I was a school kid living in Sri Lanka, but in my mind, and in my imagination, I was running on the moors, or exploring the ruins of a castle in England. I wanted to go to England so badly! I longed to experience the places and the things I had so enjoyed reading about. As the years went by, I moved on from Enid Blyton. But so many years later, after a series of events, I find myself living here in England, just walking distance from the house in Hook Road, Surbiton, where Enid Blyton once lived (while she worked as a governess). A childhood dream had come true without my even realising it! Magic? I think so!
- I met my wife Shani, quite by ‘accident’. She lived in the UK and I lived in Sri Lanka. We met while she was on holiday in Sri Lanka. Her cousin sister is one of my closest female friends and I used to visit her regularly. Anyway, soon after meeting Shani, I felt that she was ‘the one’. But she didn’t know that and she certainly didn’t know me. And, to make matters worse, I only manned-up (to myself) about how I felt when it was nearly time for her to return to England. There was clearly a challenge and some work to be done, but hey, I now had a dream and I believed in it! Shani and I were happily married within two years of our meeting. It turns out that distance and separation are no match for the power of dreams and magic.
- Shani lived all her life in the same post-code. In fact, the only time she ever moved house was when she and I bought our home – right next door to her parents’ place! The funny thing about it all is that when she was a child, Shani would go over to their neighbour’s place to play (she was friends with their daughter). She never dreamed of owing the place but had always liked that particular house and enjoyed going over there. After some years and through a series of ‘coincidences’ (and with a little help from the old magic) our little daughter now plays in the room that Shani loved to play in as a child. How about that!?
- Talking about our daughter… we were married eight years before she showed up. I wasn’t at all concerned about having children for about five of those years. Then something happened: I met Shani’s niece Kaitlyn for the first time. Kaitlyn lives over in America, so she was about two and a half years before I finally met her. And when I met her, I was totally smitten. She was the sweetest little child ever! I became super broody after meeting Kaitlyn. No one was ever going to take her place in my heart (or that of any of my nieces or nephews come to that) but I wanted a little daughter and I wanted her ‘yesterday’. But somehow, it wasn’t happening. I had read and watched Rhonda Byrne’s ‘The Secret’ by then and began to warm to the idea that we play a large part in creating what we experience as reality. As it so happened, I found myself ticking all the right boxes in terms of what I needed to do in order to influence the outcome in my favour – I firmly believed that I would be a dad; I had a deep desire for a little daughter; I appreciated all the beautiful little girl-children I saw in my day to day life; I also went to places like Baby Gap and Pumpkin Patch to look at clothes for little girls. Well it all paid off, because before long, we found out that Shani was expecting – and it turned out to be a girl!!! We didn’t ‘try’ any harder or anything like that. Apart from what I said above, the only thing that changed was that I gave up my stressful legal career and Shani also took a career break for some time. If I had to take a guess, I’d say this probably helped a lot (9 to 5 Monday to Friday may seem normal but it’s often tiring and stressful and just not natural). But even that can’t explain how I was so certain that it would be a girl. Magic? Definitely!
- Here’s something else that’s probably worth mentioning – many years after becoming Kaitlyn’s doting uncle, I learned (or ‘realised’ would be the better word) that her birthday fell on the fifteenth of July – which is also the day that my brother Jani left this world. Now I am not trying say that Kaitlyn is my brother Jani reincarnated (I’m not saying that she’s not, either – I maintain an open mind). But I find it interesting that someone who I love very much came into this world on the same day (albeit, many years apart) that my brother transitioned. And, I only made the connection long after I had established an unusually strong bond with the child – who incidentally, lived on another continent. Magic? For sure!
So there you have it my friends. My examples may not be the best and they may not have stirred your soul, but I think you can grasp the idea now. You might think back on your life and see instances where the Magic was at work and when your dreams came true. Or, you might dismiss what I have said as the musings of some poor deluded soul. Either way, you’d probably be right.
For my part, I will hold onto my dreams no matter what, because I believe they do come true. I will continue to believe in the Magic of life, because it has worked for me time and time again and is hard at work right now.