
Everything is Magical

It’s all possible. Probable even. I float, I fly, I’m alive.
This is my normal state.
It’s what I’ve known for years.
I rarely doubt. I see “the light.” I’m at a higher level, an increased vibration, a faster frequency.
I just know. I feel. I do. I act. It’s all one, it flows, it pulls me, I don’t have to push.
This is what I’ve come to know as my normal state.
I like this.
I need this.
I’m not who I am, who I have become, when I’m not here, not this, not magical.