Magic Attic

Magic Attic

Seeing what's in your crystal ball

The magic is really everywhere. The real question is, do you see?

Without interpretation, everything is ... well, it just is. Time, for example. Time is. It is either raining or sunny, cold and snow, or warm and soft. If we welcome the sun, then a sunny day, mean it is good. If we welcome the rain, as drought a farmer, then a sunny day, means that it is bad. That same day, different lenses.

I used to watch Disney movies with a feminist lens type: The princesses were all these skinny dwarf like things that depended entirely of a prince to rescue them and give them a "happily ever after."

Disney now see a completely different lens. Consider Cinderella. She thinks positive thoughts, despite a change in lifestyle that the feint of heart would not be able to bear. Which has suffered constant criticism and barking commands with a song and a few homemade little friends in his attic room. Even the cat, who despises her, Cinderella treated with justice.

And above all, Cinderella believes is destined for greatness.

The real crisis of the mentality of Cinderella comes after his first dream is dashed. The efforts of the friends made in house "production of quality ball gown vanish like Cinderella dress pinch Cinderella and her dreams. Cinderella goes to the garden crying, lamenting his fate, saying that she has lost all hope that she achieves her big dreams.

That's when a little voice (fairy godmother's mother, also known as FGM) said that, actually, my son? if that were true I would not be here.

And that's when the magic begins.

The magic is real and truly all around us. The fact that we have a fully functional body, and no one in the seat the driver is actually pretty amazing, huh? I mean, really, how many times has maintained through thought your heart or blood flowing along the veins and arteries right or rejenerating your cells? Ummmm, no? You're body is on autopilot. And it's a wonder they stink!

Or consider this: Think of a childhood memory. I remember a different time. It's mine when I was five, mesmorized watching these ants coming and going from their nest. We lived in the city center, so that dirt and sand was our playground. I remember the smell of the moment. Time. Who were you with. The sound heard.Now ... ready for magic? As much as you think you were really there, guess what? No! Not a single cell in your body that has now actually existed. So all the experiences we cling to now exist only in thought. That is the only thread that really ties in with what may have happened 10, 20 or 40 years.

Or consider this: In a clear, starry night, go out and look at the sky. And while you're thinking that this moment is real and here and now, guess what, it is not. The light of some of the stars we're seeing have traveled 800 million (the rights, with a B) years prior to the image burned in his pupil. That star is currently viewing may no longer exist, millions of billions of years ago. So when looking at the sky, you can never see what is just what it was.

Is your mind still numb? These are the things I sometimes think when they are so caught up in an insignificant problem as my business and maybe not God, I have to start all over again.

If you are looking for the magic, you'll find. I guarantee it!

To success my friend!

Britt, author of chickrag The blog for women entrepreneurs and founder of I 'm animals , for all entrepreneurs

About the Author

Britt Santowski is the author of chickrag (www.chickrag.com), the blog for women entrepreneurs, and founder of I'm Allowed (www.imallowed.com), for all entrepreneurs