The Helter Skelter traditional fairground slide on Herne Bay pier in Kent, UK. The sun is shining on the ride but there is a brooding, stormy sky behind it.

Helter Skelter

To begin practicing magic, you will need:

- a vivid imagination (even if slightly atrophied from under-use)
- the ability to concentrate for short periods of time
- a willingness to make mistakes and laugh about it.

Now I see it written down, it strikes me that it’s similar to the list of requirements for starting up in business.

It can help to throw open your wardrobe and mine it for the clothes, shoes, accessories that have the best stories attached - but only if that is fun and easy for you. It’s just to tickle up the imagination. A devastatingly glamorous headdress will serve the same purpose.

Pick a spell or ritual. There are many interesting titles around 025.431 in the Dewey Decimal System at your local library, or wherever else you may turn for information.

Avoid money magic to begin. It works, but can provoke watching and waiting (leading to more watching and waiting).

You don’t need any special equipment. Use what you have. Don’t wait until you’ve purchased the blue candle or six quartz crystals.

Magic is a practice, so best to make a start, then refine. And it *loves* a workaround - a shared language, you see.

You must keep a record of your experiments - note everything from the date to the intention, your mood, the day of your cycle, the astrological weather, your tarot card of the day.

Study yourself: for now you are a magician.

“We do not need to know how magic works, only that it does. We prove this by doing the work, recording the results, and sharing our information with other magicians.” - Grant Morrison

A deck of tarot cards on a wood surface. The upturned card is number 1: The Fool

The Fool

If miracles are one of the best things we can imagine… and if they are unpredictable, life-changing, divinely-orchestrated events… how can I experience more of them?

That’s how it began. About a year ago, a spark woke up in me. An interest (though I didn’t know it at the time) in magic.

It continued, that spark, to lead me down different and connected paths until today. It’s fun. I’m not an expert, but I’m reading and enjoying it so immensely. And it’s actually a miracle in itself because all the time I was complaining that “I have no intuition” or “I don’t trust my intuition”, it was tugging me gently along a path which is really *only* about intuition.

You see, I didn’t realise that interest and imagination _is_ my intuition. It’s the rabbit holes I fall down, like Alice.

Learning about astrology and tarot, dieties and ritual, doesn’t sound, to the me I am most familiar with, like something I would do.

Yet here we are. Alive, powerful, sovreign. Hunting for miracles and finding them, sometimes. Feeling like the dreamer of the dream instead of a victim of circumstance.

I didn’t know where to start talking about this, so I asked my tarot deck and the answer, of course, was The Fool. Start at the beginning.