One of my first childhood memories concerned magic. I was 3 years old and the babysitter was playing hide-and-seek with me as she held my infant sister.
I closed my eyes, counted to 10 and headed out to look for them. Minutes passed and I still couldn’t find them, so I called for my babysitter. When she showed up, I asked her where they had been hiding. She explained that they had gone through a magic trap door that was hidden on the landing of the stairs and she asked me if I wanted to see it. “Oh wow! Yes!” I said.
So she led me to the landing. “Where’s the trap door that opens? I don’t see it,” I said as I stared at the carpet. She told me that if I closed my eyes and counted to 10, I would magically find myself on the other side of the trap door, so I did as she said.
When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t transported to some secret room under the stairs. Nope.
I found myself still standing on the landing, and the babysitter and my little sister were missing!
They must have gone through the trap door without me. What was I doing wrong?
I guess I must have gotten upset because the babysitter appeared from the living room to show me that they were both okay and to tell me the horrible truth: There is no magic trap door in the stairway. She had merely snuck away while I was counting.
My world changed at that moment and I stopped believing in magic. Or at least, I stopped believing that magic could take place in our physical reality in a Disney sort of way.
Although my babysitter’s hide-and-seek trick had closed the lid on magic and sank a few nails in, thankfully, there were some cracks remaining. Part of me still believed, but it would be years until I received proof that there is some magic out there. That’s when I had my first lucid dream.
I was in my thirties when I began having lucid dreams and astral projections.
These were truly magical. I become fully conscious in non-physical realms where I saw, heard, and touched amazing things that were just as real as anything in the physical. And I experienced all of this while my body was motionless in bed. (I’ll write more about my astral journeys in future blogs.)
However, this was not magic in the physical. I still crave that. I still believe there is magic in the 3D world, and I know that my beliefs are the key to unlocking it.
I think of beliefs as rules of manifestation. If you don’t believe in something, then you can’t make it appear in your life. Unfortunately, I had allowed my babysitter to influence me to adopt the belief that magic did not exist in the physical world, and therefore magic had no possibility of existing in 3D for me. I had set a rule of manifestation against it.
I am currently on a quest to turn over and examine my entire belief system and all of its hidden beliefs within. I’m hopeful that if I overturn enough of these beliefs, I will create new, more expansive Rules of Manifestation, which will allow me to experience magic in this physical world.
What has your experience been with magic and beliefs?