As a child I knew with absolute certainty that there was magic. I found it as I played in our garden, talking with plant spirits and watching the miraculous unfurling of leaves and flowers. Nothing was more magical however than the tiny blue butterflies that danced on the chalk hill that rose behind our house. Sometimes my mother would take me for a walk up there and while she sat on the hill, I would chase these butterflies through the long grasses where poppies and wild scabious grew.
Later in school I found books about fairies and magical beings. Oh how I loved them! One time I found a book that was more special and real than all the rest, but when I went back to look for it, it was no longer there — and the teacher in charge of the library insisted there was no such book. Now I wonder if I had seen the book in a dream that felt more real than waking. But I continued to believe in magic, a magic inherent in the natural world and as close to me as the soil beneath my feet.
When I talked to grown-ups about magic they presented me with “magicians”. I was insulted, these were tricksters, charlatans, mountebanks, purveyors of untruths who had nothing to do with the delicate, enchanted world that I knew.
I grew up of course and left that enchanted world behind. Tried to pursue the practical dreams of living in the “real” world. But I was never quite in step. Every time it seemed I was about to achieve a “real” goal, I would somehow sabotage it. Much later when I eventually achieved some level of success in a late blooming career, it still did not fit, did not fulfill me, it was just a job. There was a yearning inside that nothing quite touched. Meditation and various spiritual disciplines brought me close, but it seemed there was something that needed to express itself through me and I did not know what.
Until I saw the movie clip from “Adaptation” in last week’s webinar. Watching it I was suddenly overcome with emotion, floods of tears, as the memory of chasing Chalkhill Blue butterflies returned. The beauty of those moments brought to mind all the times I had been totally entranced — almost always in nature, always nose to nose with something. Maybe it was a daffodil pushing up through the ground and I would be there crouched low, intent, checking it day by day. Or watching the chrysalises that would soon emerge as cabbage butterflies. Bursting into tears at my first glimpse of the Grand Tetons. Weeping as I listened to Samuel Barber’s “Adagio for Strings”. I have always been moved by beauty, shaken by it, shaken to the core. And shaken by a deep need to express that beauty and share it.
Mark said that movie clip could be life-changing! Now I know my truth. I am driven to express and share the sheer magic of the beauty I see around me, no matter how. All the stuff I put in my DMP about being a successful network marketer, forget it! That is not my truth! Success or failure doesn’t matter either — just the joy of this dance with the miraculous. Long ago one of my bosses said of me in a dismissive kind of way, “Oh Marilyn, she’s just a mystic.” Now I claim that title proudly. Yes! I am a mystic! I sing a mystic song! This is what moves me. This is how I serve.
So the whole Master Key experience has brought me to this moment. How utterly amazing! I truly feel that if I had watched that movie clip at the beginning of the course I wouldn’t have got it. The sheer rigor of the work over the past 6 months (despite the fact that I eased over certain segments) has worn off enough concrete that the delighted child within me can now chase butterflies again. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Mark, Davene, Trish, the whole crew and my guide, Lori, — words cannot express my gratitude.