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Magic (Magia)

One of the most beautiful things that happened to me in Alaska was to believe in magic again.


We believe in magic when we are children and as we grow up we begin to wonder about the role of the magician, our role with respect to the magician, how does he do it? Is it an optical illusion? Can I do it too? And there we stop being an audience, we stop believing, an indispensable ingredient for there to be magic.


Before arriving in Alaska I did a marketing consultancy that I should not have accepted because I was dealing with multiple medical appointments and the stress of self-imposed expectations that sometimes don't let me be.


At one of those medical appointments, while waiting for the results of some tests, the receptionist asked me if I believed in God, 'don't even name it to me...' I said half jokingly half seriously.


I immediately regretted it, not because of what God thought of me because he and I have a relationship that only the two of us understand, but because I knew it would have been easier to get out of that conversation saying yes.


We ended up holding hands in a circle: two receptionists, another lady who I think was a nurse and me, while receptionist number one asked Christ to bathe me with his blood, among other things.


At the time it made me uncomfortable but then I thought that maybe that woman needed to feel close to her God and well, maybe it worked, why not?


But it was to see the glacier located on the other side of the bay, on the mountain in front when we arrived in Alaska, to believe in God again, in the gods, in magic.


At first I thought that the spirituality of Homer, Alaska was due to nature, the glaciers, the mountains, the moose taller than a car that go around walking around as owners of the place (they are), the eagles, the owls, the flowers that in summer come out of nowhere and cover everything with the most beautiful colors and shapes; but then I understood that it was something much deeper.


A friend recommended the book Shaman, Healer, Sage by Alberto Villoldo, which brings together the knowledge of four South American shamans with whom he studied for a while in the jungle.


The book explains how they became shamans and the connection they have with nature, how we all have that possibility and how our health, mental and body, deteriorates when we are not connected with nature, when we do not spend quality time in it.


All this, in principle, I grabbed with tweezers because I have Catholicism well drilled in my head, but then I understood that they are different things, which, in my opinion, do not compete or complement each other, they are simply different.


But as I progressed in the reading, I remembered more and more those ancestral ideas about magic, about its place in nature, in absolutely everything that has to do with nature.


It is up to us to choose to relax, enjoy what we see, accept the magic or live life trying to unmask the magician.




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