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Magic is the Universal Force, the Ultimate Cause, the Absolute, The One, the Way. I think Magic is the mind of the Universe. We can speak to him, ask and grant favors of him, and be his students. I know there is no meaning guaranteed in any event, does that stop me from making them meaningful to me? There are things, events that seem to happen as if with thought, as if someone made it happen just so. Is there an intelligence to the Universe? The design certainly seems to suggest this. Yet, we can prove what beyond all doubt except that I have thought of myself. I mean, someone had to do the thinking, so I might as well own up to it.
So what is Magic, a mind, a force, a process? Does nothing contain all of him? Does anything come from him? Yet all things seem to return to him perfect. This is what is formless and perfect, never-changing, forever evolving, ever-existing, even before the birth of Affalon and Abered. He has no name, no frame, no form. Does he abide alone, pervading everywhere without fail? Yet has he never found a home. Leave him without a name, is he nothing? Give him a name, is he anything? The mother of all has a name. Render him male or female, mold him, frame him, stimulate him to your will. Give him clear definition and thus you create something new. Remember, he still has his own mind, and is more than we can possibly imagine. Let us arbitrarily call this new something … God or Goddess. Is Deity better for being a gender? Only in reverent respect should we call him, lest he becomes the trickster, entertaining the gods at our expense. Yet, never let the gods forget their place, for no god is above our parents, for they are our parents. Yet, the gods have not become so because of idle chatter, or because of promises made and broken. So, let us raise a song, to thank the gods for what they have done, what they teach us. May magic ever be in their hands. May the Eternal One bless their footsteps. Let us be worthy to call them our ancestors.
The names and definitions of these deities often reflect the gestalt of the society in which we have created them. It is much like a child who has a toy animal and projects his anti-ego into it. To those of us who forget, the toy is as alive as stone. Yet, to the child, Teddy is very much alive. Teddy is the reflection of the child’s deepest fears, hates, and loves. The child will even hold lively conversations with the bear.
Have we found the Holy Grail? When we remember, we are a part of the divine, we will be no longer be apart from the divine. Let us laugh like babies as death cradles us in her arms. Then, when all that is left of us is a memory, shall we know if we found the Grail, turned the last Cauldron, melded the last wheel. Let us embrace that wheel of death, life, and death again, as we, too, become gods. Disgleiria Golau yn y Cysgodion: Bendigaid yw Cludwr y Goleuni pen-Caddug.