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magic man  My Da was a great believer in the supernatural. He had grown up lace curtain Irish, poor, the middle of three boys and a girl who trailed along later; his father a bookie, his mother a shrew of the first water. Though they were raised in the church, like all good Irish families, they avoided it like the plague using it only for the threat of god’s wrath, eternal damnation, to keep young fearful of the dark and sex long into adulthood. He got his first job at the age of 5, toting papers through the streets at 4 AM, seven days a week. His life was harsh, lightened only by the mystery and magic that flew on a high wind above the dirty streets, magic he sought out in all that stood apart. The empty rocking chair in the window of the tenement building that rocked all day long, never ceasing. The room where his godfather died, the smell of oranges clinging to the walls, months after, no, years after his passing. The bed linens on the cot at his auntie’s house that would slide down off his shivering body in the middle of the night, smooth as silk off a shoulder. It was my Da who believed in crop circles, the ring around the moon, the Ouija board. He bought me one for Christmas but we all knew it was really for him. Mama didn’t want it in the house. She flat refused to be in the room with “the thing”. We would ask it silly things, fun things - the name of my yet to be seen first boyfriend…stuff like that. The day it happened, my brother, Da and I were asking questions about someone we loved who had committed suicide. I remember that it spelled out something that I thought was a mistake. But Da……he said look in the encyclopedia. I did. It was the name or I should say a name for Satan. I will not write it here. The planchette began to move again. No one was touching it. It moved faster and faster, a date. Another date. My Da tossed the board to the floor. Later that day, we watched as he burned it in a pile of leaves raked forward as a byre. One of those dates has been realized within our family. I am like my Da, I believe in magic. it is one of his gifts to me. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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[image] my Da saw beauty in nature and shared that with me. I was entranced with the scales on fish, the ripples on water, the bark on trees. how he would have loved this picture. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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[image] here's the picture I hope You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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My wife believes in magic, and I believe in her. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I believe it can happen too. You never know why something happens. hugsssssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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1/31/2017 4:39 pm |
magic? I don t know.. but , I know we don t use but 10 % of our brain.. so , like yogi's.. and I don t mean" I'm smarter than the av-er-age bear!" I m talking yogi's , swami's , shaman. the walkers between two worlds here on earth. When I was about 21 or 22 yrs old.. I read and loved the books of Carlos Castaneda. so Magic? not sure.. that s Penn and Teller.. the other stuff.. yep... face piles of trials with smiles.. MOODY BLUES please feel free to visit my blog happy blogging
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I believe with you, sis. The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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2/1/2017 12:03 am |
yes me too, and I was into TM...hmmm , should look back into that.. face piles of trials with smiles.. MOODY BLUES please feel free to visit my blog happy blogging
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There are so many things, that are beyond our ken!!  Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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I'm a sceptic about magic as I'm a scientist at heart but I do think that scientists can't explain many things.  
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Science does not explain a lot and there is something pure about magic. Love the photo (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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I do believe that *things* happen that can't be explained any other way. I never liked those things, either.
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No. . I just meant the Ouija boards. . They're just kinda creepy!  BTW... Happy Birthday, Lady!
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There is deep magic in this world. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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