The Magical Life

In our culture, there’s a lot of stuff that can get you: pollution, terrorists, cavities, free radicals, viruses, other people’s opinions, accidents, poverty, odor, the wrong foods, toxins, thieves, natural disasters, degeneration, and the list goes on and on. All of these ideas, of course, are illustrations of the belief in vulnerability.

Recently, they sprayed a pheromone in our area because of a type of moth that was scaring the farmers. A pheromone is a perfume of sorts, and it was supposed to confuse the months so that they wouldn’t reproduce. There were a lot of jokes in our house about amorous moths courting the wrong bugs. But that’s neither here nor there. The point is that there were many, many people who were upset about the spraying because they felt vulnerable to the whims of the farmers. And these associations make for some interesting creating.

For example, a young woman was biking up our block, and she stopped at the house across the street from us. My husband was gardening at the time and thus witnessed all of this. The woman was having a hard time breathing, and she had dark circles under her eyes. Our neighbors, who were friends with the woman, asked if she was all right. The woman replied that she hadn’t slept a wink the night before because of the spraying, and that it had brought on her asthma and wasn’t it horrible what the farmers were doing to us. The neighbors blinked a couple of times and said, “Didn’t you hear? They had to postpone the spraying because of the weather.” This incident happened weeks before the actual spraying.

Associations are powerful things.

Often, associations have nothing to do with what’s actually going on in your immediate physical surroundings. A few months back, my husband and I were talking with a friend of ours. We have a gorgeous view of the Monterey bay from our apartment, and we were sitting around the kitchen table, enjoying the great weather. It was a Sunday, race day, and the sailboats were skimming across the water. The sky was blue, and there were families laughing on the walking path. It was the quintessential picture of happiness. However, our friend, who cares a lot about the world, couldn’t get his mind off politics. At one point in the conversation, he said that the world was headed for Armageddon. As he said it, I almost heard a “pzft,” as if I’d blown a fuse, and something changed instantly. I was looking out at the kids giggling in these four person bicycle cars that they rent near our apartment, and thought, “Everything I’m seeing is in direct contradiction to that statement.”

It occurred to me that I didn’t want to live in that world anymore. I didn’t like those ideas. I didn’t care if all the predictions were true. I didn’t care if everything that our culture says can get you can actually get you. I didn’t care. I thought, “No. I’m not living this way anymore.” I made a giant sign and posted it in the kitchen that says, “Everything is good for you.”

Then, I said to myself, “Okay, Samantha. If you don’t want to live in that kind of world then what kind of world do you want to live in?” The answer was: a magical world. I wanted the kid’s perspective where there were no limits and anything could happen. You want fairies? You got fairies. You want to walk through walls? You walk through walls. You want to travel through time and space? You travel through time and space. No limits. None.

As far as I was concerned, that sounded pretty good. I printed up a sign, framed it and hung it in the entry hall. It said: “We are magical beings in a magical family in a magical home in a magical world.”

Labeling the house was entertaining, but it only got me so far. I didn’t really know what the words meant. What’s a magical world in actuality? How do you live it? I thought about that for quite some time, and I decided that I had to change my associations. I had to have easy access to some different ways of looking at the world. So, this is what I came up with. You can see the influence of channeled ideas here:

New Associations For a Magical Life

Objects are psychological. They have no real past or future except the ones we give them. They are forms with stories attached to them.

Waking life is not solid. It’s motion. It’s movement. It’s action.

I direct the action of my entire environment through my expectations and feelings. Everything I see around me is connected to me. I expect good things.

I don’t judge myself. I don’t judge others.

I am kind, gentle, nurturing, and loving to myself at all times.

I love everything and everyone even if popular culture believes they don’t deserve it. I have faith in the past, the present, and the future.

I am unlimited. I am action, energy, and desire. I am multidimensional, and what I call my past, present, and future are in a constant state of positive change.

I am an optimist about everything even if circumstances don’t seem to warrant such optimism.

I have an unending amount of support, energy, encouragement, guidance, and help even if I can’t see these things. They’re present anyways.

The universe will create anything I desire (be it pleasant or unpleasant) because the universe itself is benevolent.
 
I am unified with everything. There is no such thing as separation, only the perception of separation.

All time is simultaneous. Therefore, I have every experience I desire because the pattern already exists. Thus, in reality, whether I’m perceiving it or not, I’m not separate from anything I want to do or experience.

The imagination is the realm in which I choose what to experience. That’s where my power lies.

I trust the processes that handle the transformation of psychological energy from one state to another.

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