My Magic

Last night as I walked the fields of my dreams, I looked up and saw a witch, flying off a high building. I didn’t see where she flew to.

As I woke this morning and considered the messages contained in my dreams, I wondered about that witch. The first thing that struck me was her dress – all black, with pointed hat – indeed, the archetypal image impressed in our minds since childhood. This made me wonder about the conditioning of our minds, whether we are conscious of it or not, to think of certain things in certain ways. Are witches really the evil crones depicted in the fairy tales of our childhood?

I see witches as powerful women – powerful because of their knowledge of the workings of nature. I read somewhere that to understand nature is to understand God. It occurs to me that nothing would inflict fear in a male dominated Church more than such a woman, or worse, such a group of women. Could this be what lies behind the persecution of witches throughout history?

But back to my dream….what was that witch trying to tell me? That I could fly like her if I so chose? That through my writing I should dispel the myth of evil witches…..literally change the garments in which we automatically picture them? That through her I could discover my own magic?

I would like to think that it could be all those things, but mostly that I can discover My Magic, my ability to cast a spell to transform the world around me into a better place, through me – through my own words and deeds.

I hope that each of us can find our witch to help us say ‘I have found My Magic!’.