Omnipresent Magic

I have never reached this kind of peace, love, comfortability, and safety in the world before. I’m finding that magic happens now every day—I don’t have to look for it anymore or be heart-brokenly taken by powerful moments beamed, bathed, and blipped into the old world, because this is the new world. This is New Earth.

The old world—the one that was caving in nearly hopeless, ragefully and desperately fighting for sanity, community, true care, true love, and true healing—was both my reality as well as the reality for vast numbers of awakes all around the globe. The shared pain, trauma, survival struggles, and heart-break was so dark during that time, that it was also matched by extreme moments of light. It was an unstable time, where Earth itself was on and off receiving flashes of hope in between flashes of horror, warnings, and deepened skills to stay alive. I don’t miss the intense light, because I am wise enough to know why it was there. It was not sustainable. It was lovingly blinding, hoping and praying to block out all the rest—ignorance is bliss, untouchable in the clouds. It was heaven’s desperation to retain hope in a dark and ugly world.

But breathe deep and exhale, knowing that the darkest of the healing has finally been supported and allowed, and the necessary boundaries have been made. It wasn’t just the people who needed healing—the earth did too. I could feel it whenever I walked in the trees. Nature senses everything. There is an overall peace and trust now in this new world, and with that solid, secure energy comes steady magic. It’s the kind that’s sustainable and everywhere. Omnipresence now makes sense to me, because I can feel real love and care in the people around me, and in the wintry forests of Vermont, I feel a childlike playfulness. Time disappears, miles don’t matter, and even getting a little lost isn’t so scary when I know that I am seen the way I’ve always needed to be seen, and I am safe to be exactly who I am, moment to moment, feeling to feeling, breath to breath.

The trees breathe too.

Today, they breathed in my own powerful adoration, comfortable heart, and sense of awe, and in return, they exhaled nearly invisible clouds of snow dust that sparkled in the sun as they came to life. I walked within this diamond-encrusted air for a while, feeling nothing but peace, surrounded on either side by the blurred pines in my peripheral and the brilliant blue sky above. I’ve experienced this type of magic before as I sat, years ago, in a chair-like rock in Rhode Island, but it was immediately followed by horror as I came upon a buried shed, full of deer carcasses. That was back when people thought I was crazy for believing in magic and God. It was a bipolar world, where spirituality and higher loving abilities were feared and rebelled against by darker forces. It was a world awakened by healing, but also awakened by those who resented the positive missions.

That day, I closed the door to that underground deer carcass shed with a sobering sense that beautiful magic could never last, but today, I closed that door in my memory to open my mind to the here and now: to the wide open path, protected by the pines, completely existing within the magical dust. I didn’t have a followed sense of foreboding. Today, much like all the days here, I only felt gratitude and love. The hike flowed from one unbelievably beautiful and fascinating moment to the next. I found gifts along the way: a golden tree, surprisingly deep snow that insisted I come closer and sit down, a pond dubbed “little” that was not so little, and a slope that invited fantasy and play, summing up my hero’s journey and reminding me of my dad. There were no spikes at the bottom of that slope—no need to jump, power up, fear, fight, or bury the magic and hide. New Earth is a place where the magic is known, and even in short breaths and deep moments of healing, the space and love is always there, and thus, it is always received. The intense light of hope burned out the darkness—burned out the people who never understood love, care, and healing—and now, there is a shimmer, and because it is omnipresent, it will never fade.