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Magic is everywhere, but stage magicians, 
have no clue, as to what it really is.

Magic built our universe.  
That something so complex, as the universe, 
could be born of a few elements of pure…magic.

That, intelligent organisms can grow,
 from carbon and evolve; that’s magic.

A flower, bush or a tree, unfolding from a seed; 
that’s magic.

Real magic; the nature of everything.  
An atom, cell, molecule of DNA…magic.

The Visica Pisces in the seed of life,
gives birth to the flower of life.  
Metatron’s cube is geometrical magic.

That, all that exists, is composed of numbers; 
real magic.

Ideas are born of, dream magic.  
Whole civilizations, are birthed into existence by…
dream magic.

Magical wonders, reflected in young eyes; 
stir the emotions and captivate the senses.

Scientists…magicians…they’ve no idea,
of how real magic works.
The magic that creates all life, 
is beyond known physics; 
metaphysics and its comprehension’
lie in hidden realms, where human ego,
blocks science from going.

The real magicians; 
those who dare to cross the line, 
ego has drawn, 
are persecuted and maligned by colleagues.  
As magical history unfolds, 
wisdom is revealed.

The same science that says: 
“humans use only one third of their brain capacity”; 
all too swiftly, negate the other two thirds.

Society, self-limiting; 
minimizes its own knowledge; 
its own magical existence.  
Doubt is a game, played by fools; 
while belief, is the magical wonderland,
of materializations; yet to manifest.

What exists. in the imaginations magic hat…exists.  Just wave the wand of belief and produce.

Skeptitis, is an overwhelming malady.  
Its swollen tendrils, 
have kept the world in, 
stagnation; far too long.  
Belief is the only cure; 
the magic of faith, 
does move mountains.
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