A HUGE problem about my magical experiences is I am afraid of sounding like a nut job. Or of disappearing up my own asshole. Too many magicians are solipsistic, taking EVERY experience or thought they have as a grand mystical experience that MEANS THINGS!

I have sought to avoid that. Long ago I read an Irish saying. I might be remembering it wrong, but it goes like this:

“If you see a Leprechaun walking down the road, tell no one!”

My point is that I like to remain as grounded in “the real” as much as possible. Truth is my goal, not some inward-facing cloud-cuckoo-land fantasy. To me magic isn’t magic until it works in our common, shared reality. Otherwise, it has the danger of being an ego trip.

Okay, kids, story time!

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