Magical experience? Describe yours?
I was bored in NYC and decided to fly to Arizona never having been there. Once there I checked into hotel at 1am and finally saw the stunning landscape only when the sun rose. I decided to drive out to high desert and go to Sedona and the Grand Canyon……..It was an awesome all day event. But the best came when there was an incredible lightening storm over Phoenix as I was driving down from the desert. There was a downpoar and the lightening was MAGENTA. It was stunning and then I had to slam on my brakes because a coyote stopped in the storm just in front of the car as a crack of magenta lightening cracked behind him. It was one of the most stunning moments I ever had
Seeing the antiquities in Egypt not through my own eyes, which had seen them before, but through new eyes, because I was with my husband, who was seeing them for the first time.
We were someplace, and I forget where it was, and he approached some carvings on a wall, and he said to me, "Can you imagine the man who carved this running his hands over it to brush away the dust and check the depth of the carving?" As he did that, he touched a carving and dusted it, and then blew on it, as an artisan would.
When he did that, suddenly I saw the carvings in a way I never had before. I could actually see the artisan 7000 years ago, peering at his work, blowing the dust carefully, while holding his tools. He would have run his hands along the lines he had just carved, making sure the carving was perfect, and yes, he would have blown away the stone dust so he could get a better look.
Before I went with my husband, I had spent a lot of time in Egypt already. Once, when I was a kid, my grandfather was visiting us there, and he actually put his hand into a carving, trying to show me the depth, and commenting on the workmanship. I suspect that he was having a moment like my husband had, and was trying to convey that to me, but I was too young to appreciate it. My husband’s simple comments really opened my eyes that day.
Now, I take nothing for granted when I am in Egypt. I see everything, and that includes modern things, with new eyes. The women on the street who are covered are no longer simply women who cover themselves because they are modest Muslim women–they are exotic beauties who carry on a tradition which began in the desert hundreds of years ago. The men, when handing me their wares to look at at the bazaar, are no longer simply men–I look at their hands and think that hands just like those built the pyramids, and carved the entire history of an anciet civilization. Children running with fresh bread to take to their fathers who are working could be little children 7000 years ago running to take beer and bread to their fathers at the worksite. Time warps for me there, now.
It is a dry, hot, dusty place, but for me it is a place full of magic in every corner. Since my husband taught me to see it with new eyes, the colors are more vibrant, the smells more intoxicating, and the people more beautiful.
Cairo was already my favorite city in the world, and has been for a very long time, but my love stemmed from a teeming modern metropolis full of life. Now I love it more, and I love the entire country more, because I have seen it with new eyes because the veil which hid my true sight has fallen away.
wowww! they would’ve been awsome to see.well i dont think i have had a magical experience but if you beleive in ghosts(which i do) i took a picture and saw a ghost and i could actually see the face of the lady sittin in the chair it was pretty cool and freaky but yea ……………….
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It was nighttime on the beach in Santa Barbara, California, 1983, group of us students on the kind of mushrooms you don’t normally see on pizza, and Vandenburg Air Force Base test exploded a rocket in the atmosphere, that blossomed in the sky above the Pacific Ocean, and WOW!
Because of what we were on, it looked like Heaven was opening up, and the extraterrestrials were going to come flying out of the vortex and swoop us up in their spaceship, and we all just sat there in the sand in Utter Awe not knowing what the heck it was, until some jogger came along and told us what it was…
(And that’s just one of many wild stories I could tell you about all over the world, but you’ll get a free copy of my memoirs…)
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wow,that sounds poetic. when i read this i was thinking along the lines of unexplained phenomenon magical. i was visiting a magickal store once out of curiousity. there were crystals and incense and tarot cards and all that stuff. it was weird, but the entire time i was there i felt a tingling sensation through my body and felt giddy and just weird. my visual perception was extra clear too. it was like the whole place was charmed. i don’t do drugs or drink so i know it wasn’t byproduct of something like that. just being in their felt magical to me. it was kind of cool. it wore off as soon as i left.
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There was this enormous lake in this town where I had stayed over the summer. It was gorgeous. There was a cliff that I would stand on to see the view of the entire lake, it seemed endless. When the sun rays hit the lake, the water would shine a bright orange. It was beautiful, and the wind was so soft. The wind was so soft and crisp!
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Magic mushrooms as tea with Elderberry port.Pink,magenta and yellow ochre snow.Many others,tell you one day.
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Seeing Disney World though the eyes of my grandsons on their first visit. Really a magical place and I have memories for a lifetime and so do they.
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Seeing the antiquities in Egypt not through my own eyes, which had seen them before, but through new eyes, because I was with my husband, who was seeing them for the first time.
We were someplace, and I forget where it was, and he approached some carvings on a wall, and he said to me, "Can you imagine the man who carved this running his hands over it to brush away the dust and check the depth of the carving?" As he did that, he touched a carving and dusted it, and then blew on it, as an artisan would.
When he did that, suddenly I saw the carvings in a way I never had before. I could actually see the artisan 7000 years ago, peering at his work, blowing the dust carefully, while holding his tools. He would have run his hands along the lines he had just carved, making sure the carving was perfect, and yes, he would have blown away the stone dust so he could get a better look.
Before I went with my husband, I had spent a lot of time in Egypt already. Once, when I was a kid, my grandfather was visiting us there, and he actually put his hand into a carving, trying to show me the depth, and commenting on the workmanship. I suspect that he was having a moment like my husband had, and was trying to convey that to me, but I was too young to appreciate it. My husband’s simple comments really opened my eyes that day.
Now, I take nothing for granted when I am in Egypt. I see everything, and that includes modern things, with new eyes. The women on the street who are covered are no longer simply women who cover themselves because they are modest Muslim women–they are exotic beauties who carry on a tradition which began in the desert hundreds of years ago. The men, when handing me their wares to look at at the bazaar, are no longer simply men–I look at their hands and think that hands just like those built the pyramids, and carved the entire history of an anciet civilization. Children running with fresh bread to take to their fathers who are working could be little children 7000 years ago running to take beer and bread to their fathers at the worksite. Time warps for me there, now.
It is a dry, hot, dusty place, but for me it is a place full of magic in every corner. Since my husband taught me to see it with new eyes, the colors are more vibrant, the smells more intoxicating, and the people more beautiful.
Cairo was already my favorite city in the world, and has been for a very long time, but my love stemmed from a teeming modern metropolis full of life. Now I love it more, and I love the entire country more, because I have seen it with new eyes because the veil which hid my true sight has fallen away.
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