Magic will only ever prove itself to the pure of heart, to show that it guides, protects and comes as willing companion. For those who cannot yet make pure wishes, those whom have become lost to some degree, it is better left that way until they can. Moreover, pure ones, who want to help so much and teach others how to see their own beauty, mission and purpose... trust the magic to come to them if and when it is their time. Until then, they will never believe, and that's okay.
I experience magic everyday because I am an angel witch. I cannot imagine being as I was before the transition. The sense of magic, the company of the angels and the divine, it is a form of company. Yet more than that, this kind of magic that comes with purity, emotional generosity, unconditional loving and faith - it is a magic everyone can learn. Anyone can become an angel witch, though the training program is rigorous and challenging. Being in the flow of creation is a form of pain and you have to stay in it for the sake of others. If your motivation isn't right, the flow won't hold you in. That's the way it is. That is how the art of magic, the magic of art, comes to us.
The good witch or wizard is a conduit for the divine spirit, the magic not belonging to them yet to the creator of the universe. In such a way, through avoiding power, they remain pure of heart. Thus good magic and miracles are the same thing.
If you take on pain for the love of the self and others, to improve the world, to learn the ways of heroes, then you earn magic. The universe will bring magic to your soul and begin to bring the coincidences that will be as miracles to others - or the most amazing luck they've ever seen. The universe needs those who come to pain by climbing these mountains through empathy and determination, picking their path with intelligence. Those who seek harm or fall into pits for the sake of asking others to rescue them, they will never find the magic. For them, it is a fiction. For the heroes it is their reality, one only ever seen or experienced by others as heroic as they.
Some places are magic; it's a thing you feel in the soul as much as the eyes. The valley was the kind of green that sets free the child self, inviting you to join the infinite horizon of your soul.
They say that any technology sufficiently advanced looks like magic, and you see, there is the clue to the art of magic... it's also a science, a technology. It can be used for the betterment of mankind, to promote our evolution, or to bring devastation upon us all. Those who practice the dark arts use it for power and control, for abuse and for the pleasure they feel in causing pain and death. It is for the most parts a linguistical method, hence the "spells" in literature, the sense that it is done with words... because for the most part, it is. It is often combined with fear and sometimes drugs. It works because of the way the brain is wired with words and images.
Magic can be used to make a person forget experiences, to not see what is right in front of them and to control behaviour. With words you can be paralysed or have your body controlled... yet it is possible to fight your way out of it, to resist the "spell" and I'm living proof of that. I'm the one who was never supposed to survive. For the ones that fight the spells, who emerge with memories that were supposed to be erased, there will be the drugs to induce insanity and the watchers to ensure you are living as you ought to, that even if you have memories you are too intimidated to tell them. Magic is a science and an art, it uses the entire brain... so be both too, be a scientist and an artist, use positive phrasing, be kind with your words... then the ones who aren't will stand out, or else they'll have to hide and be reduced in the ways they harm our world. And please remember, there are the good magicians too, the ones who will share their abilities and teach you how it works. So please, dear muggles, wake up, because we're trying with every ounce of strength we have to save you.
We good magicians work with and for the positive universal force, we are helped by love and made well by love. The dark arts magicians are helped by the negative force and they are poisoned by love, feeding off pain.
Okay, okay. This is the deal as we are. The Earth matrix is going in for a reboot and upgrade based on current trajectories. The caveat is that you must maintain or improve your navigation to planetary and social health. You must show competence in caring for your home world and one another. So, re-boot yourselves, start the work of fixing your world, she is beautiful, such a shame she got in this state in the first place. We remain monitoring with our AI systems and will alert the Ancient of Days if there are any significant deviations. The "magic" of our technology should become less obvious yet we remain in close contact with key players for obvious reasons of support and protection. You, however, owe that to them too and we expect to see that situation improve. Calibrations are looking good. We are go for auto-pilot mode.
Her experience of madness made her a savant. The curse was huge. The blessing was huge. That is the way of the universe. That is the "magic." She paid for it so she could give to others. How about you make her life a little better?
The confessing codes need a master to handle them. They cannot be interpreted by one who is an amateur of the craft. Everybody confesses everything, their deepest crimes and fears in everyday language. For a code-breaker it is simple to follow the trail and expose them all. Gemma was one of the linguists who could break them. Some saw what she did as magic, yet in truth she was partnered to the positive universe, a tool of the divine force and saw nothing special in herself. She was as natural as the trees and the fish in the oceans. Yet in the "junk" speech, the ad libs and the stories people tell, in their creative flourishes, there are clues. Much is actually junk, fears of nothing and misplaced guilt, yet a master such as her could tell what was real because the universe placed flags only she could detect, shone lights that only she could see. It was as if her soul shone a black light and the criminals were marked in some invisible ink. She was the ultimate detective, the one sent to uncover the hidden world of vice, sent to restore true virtue.