19 January

What, then, of magic and how can one thus know what it is, and how to use it here on earth below? Is it so akin to all we’ve seen displayed by others with their cloaks and daggers, and whose actions have amazed an audience of disbelievers from across the globe? Is this, then, the magic that we are destined to bestow?

Magic of a higher nature is what is inferred here. It is not, most certainly, the fluff of which we speak in casual conversation with others whom we meet. It is beyond the senses, beyond our space and time, mysterious to all but those who know their inner chime, a melody unique to self, but part of a greater whole which echoes throughout aeons, ever more, for all, to show just what it is that makes one special, that gift bestowed to give purely for another’s benefit, and lift all haze and fog from view to render vision clear, to see with clarity anew just what is held so dear, but rarely known for what it is, pure spirit ever near.

And when will all this magic be available at call? And how will each of us, in turn, partake in this great feast?

The answers lie in present deeds which consume one’s time on earth; the meagre, mild and dutiful, the tasks which go unsung. If you would but treat each task everyday as though it offered gold rewards for how results were played, and less concern was given to the end point reached in time, of competition with another, all would be in rhyme.

But more on this much later, when, well absorbed, you have acknowledged each and every message given up until right now. Act on them with courage, and to patience, bow.