Today, in response to a question on social media about a time you felt magic in your life, I responded thus.
Back in the 90s, a coworker shared with me that her niece was critically ill with an unknown issue. At lunch that day, I decided to commune with the Goddess regarding this concern.
As I entered a meditative state, outside under the trees, and took this to Her, I heard, clear as a bell, a voice tell me that “The child will be well by the next full moon.” That was roughly two weeks away. Diagnosis and resolution came, respectively, three and one days before that full moon.
I was incredibly shocked. I’d had “feelings” before, and performed some Reiki healing, but that was the first, and only, time She spoke directly to me. You can imagine how the coworker felt when I told her of that experience. She already knew I was pagan / Goddess-worshiper / witch. And respected that as a valid belief system. Then when it came true? Wow.
That’s hardly the only magical moment I’ve experienced. It’s just a particularly meaningful one in terms of actual “magic”.
An Aging Trans Woman 
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