Majes, the Magi, and the Spirit of the Season
December 21, 2016 • Leave a Comment
Winter Recital 2016Celebrating the birth of the Light of the World, both within the realms of Christianity and New Age earth traditions, brings us together culturally even without our recognition. 'Tis time for shimming trees, stories of magic, rebirth, song, and dance. It is without a doubt my favorite time of the year.
It all starts with Majes. And the Magi…
Several years ago, in the dark season of a Kanas City winter, I was cleaning house when I realized that I hadn't talked to an old friend in over a year. His name was James. We had been close in college but talked very infrequently since. He had helped me transition through leaving my corporate job and gathering enough bravery to make the leap into my own business, despite many insecurities I had about my work. I kept his words close to me "Don't worry about your work. You are beautiful, and you delight in beauty. Not all people are such."
I got on Facebook to message him only to find that he had been absent for a long while. After some confusion, I found that old friends had been writing somber goodbyes on his page. I contacting a mutual friend, hoping that what I was thinking wasn't true. My friend apologized sweetly and comforted me. James was dead. He had died over a year ago and I hadn't even noticed in the cumbersome transitions of my own life. I kept his words on the wall of my bedroom office and looked at them everyday for encouragement, yet I hadn't even thought to reach out to him when things had gotten quiet.
I wept for days. I picked through letters we had written each other years prior, looking for something, anything to ease my sorrow, hoping somehow he could understand and forgive me for my neglect. I found a link to a book he had written that was in print through Amazon in one of our old messages to each other. He had scribed himself under the pen name: Majes Souldag.
A few days later, I found myself snuggled up with the book on the couch, trying my best to strengthen and forgive myself. The air was pleasantly chilly in my busted up 1920s house tucked all away in the valley of the city street. The heat had been off for months due to lack of my landlord, but I was happy to fill the chill of winter and the Solstice: the longest night of the year.
As I thumbed through the pages of Majes Souldag's book, an orange tabby cat came to the door, crying, but not in the way cats do. He sounded more human. I went to open the door, just to peek and in he strut as confident as ever, as if he knew I would let him in. My female maine coon, who had been with me for a couple of years at this point, drew back in disgust and gave a long calling cry of disapproval. But I knew this cat was going to stay with us. And I knew his name was going to be Majes.
After talking to James' aunt about his death, I started to realize some interesting parallels to my orange tabby from his coloring and markings to his behavior and voice. To this day, people who see him often tell me he doesn't look like a cat at all, but that there is a wisdom in his face, almost like an old human man. A part of my old friend's spirit is in this cat, or at least, comes to visit me through him.
So, why did James scramble his name to Majes? Surely, it is in reference to the Magi, Majesty, Magician, wisdom and all the spirit of the Winter Solstice… Let me explain.
In earth religions during the Winter Solstice, we celebrate the return of the Sun, now beginning to be the stronger ruler of the day cycles. Our days become longer once more and our Light returns to us. The male deities are reborn to the goddesses who have finally ended their mourning in the cold and darkness. In Christianity, we also celebrate the birth of the Light, but in the form of the Son instead of the Sun, and of course, he is greeted by the three wise men, the alchemists, the kings or archetypes for the old Capricorn, ruler of wisdom and age.
Three is a significant number because as humans our life cycle is broken up into three significant sections. For women: the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone or wise woman, who rules as the Priestess. For men: the Lover, the Warrior, and the King, or for men that would rather not be rulers: the alchemist, or wise man. In Christianity we recognize the same breakdown for the Divine in Father, Son and Holy Spirit. It is rather lovely to me that we portray the wise men as coming in a set of three, even though the Bible never really says how many their were. It seems to me to represent the third life cycle in wisdom and leadership bringing in the new Son or Light of the world.
So what is this Magic that the Magi wield and how can we bring it into our own rebirth?
Magic, or Majick as some earth practices recognize it, is the act of manifestation, bringing the Divine into the world of the physical. When we receive inspired thoughts from the Divine and carry them out in actions or words then we are using the power of Majick. That old cliche term "abracadabra" literally translates to "I create as I speak" or in Hebrew "It came to pass as it was spoken." This is why ritual and prayer are one in the same and why they are both so effective in bringing into the world what we want.
We are the sacred point in which the spiritual realm and the physical realm meet. We are vessels of the Divine through our purpose and desire. When we ignore our hearts and our purpose, we ignore the very reason for which we are made and our Divine connection. This is why it is so important to quiet our minds and listen to the loving desires of our being as we follow it. We are all manifesting our reality and contributing to the reality of others. We are all Magi, Alchemists and wielders of Majick, no matter our spiritual background or lack of it.
In lieu of the season, in celebrating the new beginning of the Light rulers, the Sun and the Son, as well as Majes Souldag's guidance in my life, I wanted to begin Sorcha's Circle with just a few words of wisdom from Paulo Coelho's "The Alchemist" (1988).
If you aren't familiar with the story, it takes place in the deserts of the Middle East and follows the journey of a shepherd boy who travels from home to find a great treasure he envisions in a dream. He befriends the Alchemist, who helps him along the way and helps him discover the true purpose for his journey, which by the way, thank goodness still involves treasure.
On understanding the natural world and its connection to the Divine:
"Should I understand the Emerald tablet?" the boy asked.
[The Alchemist answers] "Perhaps if you were in a laboratory of alchemy, this would be the right time to study the best way to understand the Emerald tablet. But you are in the desert. So immerse yourself in it. The desert will give you an understanding of the world, in fact, anything on the face of the earth will do that. You don't even have to understand the desert. All you have to do is contemplate a simple grain of sand, and you will see in it all the marvels of creation."
"How do I immerse myself in the desert?"
"Listen to your heart. It knows all things, because it came from the Soul of the World, and it will one day return there."
On trusting our purpose:
"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer," the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
[The Alchemist answers] "Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and eternity."
On manifesting after the point of giving up:
[The Alchemist answers] "What you sill need to know is this: before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we've learned as we moved toward that dream. That's the point in which most people give up. Its the point at which as we way in the language of the desert, one 'dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon."
On criticism and doubt:
[The Alchemist answers] "When you posses great treasures within you, and try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed."
"Anyone who interferes with the Personal Legend of another thing never will discover his own."
On global unity and power of love:
"It's true that everything has its Personal Legend but one day that Personal Legend will be realized. So each thing has to transform itself into something better, and to acquire a new Personal Legend, until someday the Soul of the World becomes one thing only."
"This is why alchemy exists," the boy said. "So that everything will search for his treasure, find it, and then want to be better than he was in his former life. Lead will play its role until the world has no further need for lead; and then lead will have to turn itself into gold. That's what alchemists do. They show that, when we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too."
"And that's where the power of love comes in. Because when we love, we always strive to become better than we are.
The power of three:
"Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time."
Our role in the history of the world:
[The Alchemist answers] "No matter what he does, every person on earth plays a central role in the history of the world. And normally he doesn't know it."
I hope my words and selections have brought you some encouragement and warm thoughts to begin our next cycle. Our next letter will be about our friend of wisdom: the Capricorn. Until next time, xo.
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