Chapter 1: The Allure of Magic

A life filled with enchantment—this is what I yearn for.

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My fascination with the idea of magic borders on obsession, and I make no apologies for it. Each night, I drift off to sleep surrounded by the magic of Harry Potter, as narrated by the incredible Stephen Fry. The belief that life holds extraordinary wonders fuels my spirit. While I have faced struggles grappling with reality, I now recognize how to navigate those moments of doubt. Just this morning, clarity emerged from one of those dips.

In a heartfelt conversation with Michael and my celestial companions, I expressed my desire for greater confidence to welcome abundance into my life. “I understand it’s about surrendering and embracing the magic, but trusting is a challenge,” I confessed through tears. How desperate I must seem, speaking to the spirit of my late husband, accompanied by his imagined entourage.

Michael was a master of magic; he found me when I least expected it. Our vastly different backgrounds should have kept us apart—he had no formal education, yet his intellect and insatiable curiosity were remarkable. I had just graduated from Cambridge University when we met.

Michael grew up on a street labeled as ‘The Worst Street in Britain,’ surrounded by violence, drugs, and extreme poverty. In contrast, I spent my childhood in Earls Court, brushing shoulders with Lady Diana in sweet shops long before her royal status.

Our paths should never have crossed.

Yet, Michael vividly dreamed of me when he was just thirteen, envisioning every detail of our future together. I was only eight at the time, but he knew I was meant to be his wife.

When we met, I had finally discovered happiness for the first time. I recall pausing to savor that feeling, thinking, “So this is what happiness is! Amazing!” I was living spontaneously, free from the burdens of the past or concerns about the future. My life felt malleable and joyful.

After a painful breakup, I had concluded that I didn’t need a partner; I was content in my own company. My life was rich in freedom and simplicity, as I engaged with local children and supported an adult literacy program. I found fulfillment in being of service without any grand ambitions.

One rainy January evening, I pedaled home, soaked and disheveled, only to find a young man with striking blue eyes waiting for me in the living room. He gazed at me in awe, speaking not a word. I assumed he was peculiar and dismissed the encounter.

Little did I know, Michael recognized me from his dreams, where he had imagined me as his future wife. If that’s not magic, what is?

Not long after, I felt an unshakeable knowing that Michael was my husband. He proposed within days, and I accepted weeks later—not from romance, but from a deep, profound understanding. That was enough for me.

During my journaling this morning, I mentioned magic to Michael, and the acronym M.A.G.I.C—Me And God In Cahoots—popped into my mind. It made me smile, and I felt it was his doing, as he often played with language. It got me thinking: What does it mean to be in cahoots with God?

Cahoots—a delightful word! It suggests a playful, joyful conspiracy to feel good, with boundaries that keep us in the fun zone.

I have my part to play in this divine game, and so does God. Each role is distinct, and the game thrives when we stay within those bounds. Step outside, and I risk a fall.

My first task in cahooting is to clarify my desires while embracing whatever comes my way. If life presents challenges, my emotions serve as indicators.

My next step is to focus on the feelings I wish to cultivate, transitioning my attention to my desires. I then engage in the act of creation, molding my inner world, bringing to life a realm of enchantment where all my wishes become reality.

Ultimately, I release my imaginings into the hands of God and the Universe. “Infuse your dreams with joy and leave them to me,” is the divine invitation. Then, I walk away and enjoy my day, knowing that my efforts have already borne fruit; I feel the essence of real-world magic by envisioning it in my inner self.

I have danced at the ball of life, embraced abundance, and reveled in the joy of my dreams realized. I feel like a child who has whispered wishes to Santa, certain he will fulfill them.

This is when God begins the next stage of our cahooting. The experience is filled with delightful surprises, often leading me in unexpected directions. It’s a trust exercise: “Fall, and I’ll catch you,” navigating through life’s intricate pathways, meeting kindred spirits by ‘chance’ and steering clear of setbacks—all while being guided intuitively towards my dreams, each step sprinkled with fairy dust.

My emotions are my reliable compass, guiding me with cues: “You’re getting warmer… colder… warmer… almost there!”

What kind of God is this partner in my cahooting?

Certainly not the one I grew up with—the one I begged for mercy from or the one who demanded humility. Nor is it a God who selectively answers the prayers of the ‘worthy.’ No, the God of my cahooting is a being of pure love—an energy that encompasses everything, vibrant and flowing. This God is an ocean of limitless potential and beauty.

Reflecting on the magical moment I first met Michael, I realize that the rules of cahooting were at play. I had envisioned and released my desire for a partner without any sense of neediness. Likewise, Michael had let go of his yearning for love, embracing life as it came. He had even considered giving up on life before turning thirty, feeling it was the only option in the face of his harsh reality.

Neither of us was focused on finding a partner at the time; we were happily engaged in our own pursuits, allowing the divine to orchestrate our meeting.

This encounter stands as one of the most magical experiences of my life. Yet, many others exist. Michael encouraged me today to document the magic around me, to recognize how much wonder fills my world. The more I focus on the magic I’ve experienced, the easier it becomes to trust in future revelations.

Like the ‘felix felicis’ potion from Harry Potter, choosing to live in cahoots with the divine allows us to experience liquid luck. By following our inner guidance, we might take paths that defy conventional wisdom, leaving others puzzled.

We’re simply following the trail of joyful breadcrumbs. Each step in faith is blessed by the breath of a fairy tale unfolding…

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

Wishing you abundant magic and mystery throughout your life, Lovely One. If you seek to invite more joy into your journey, consider booking a free coaching session here.

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