Cerridwyn is one of the most magical of Welsh goddesses. She is the quintessential stereotypical "hag witch" -- hunchbacked, cackling, stirring her cauldron full of magic potion. Yet this image is but one side of the great goddess Cerridwyn.
Cerridwyn is also a mother, to a dark boy named Morfran and a beautiful girl named Creidwy, and a wife to the giant Tegid Foel. Her family means a great deal to her, and her magic stems from her need to help them. She seeks to protect her family, to remove obstacles on their paths. Like all good parents, she wishes the very best for her children and strives to provide for them. No young, virginal maid, Cerridwyn has the resources, self-confidence, and inner power and wisdom to forge ahead and aid her family members.
Source: Goddess Alive! Inviting Celtic & Norse Goddesses Into Your Life
No Mask can cover the, Infinite Light of my Being. No dis-ease can interupt the Eternal Flow of my Harmony. All that is and is not, an Endless Field of Magic. No limit to Possibilities of experience in this Miracle of Life. There is no Bottom to the Mystery...Infinity, I Am That.
Source: A Self Attunement: Maha Moksha Healing, Pages: 5
Any perception can connect us to reality, properly and fully. What we see doesn't have to be pretty, particulary; we can appreciate anything that exists. There is some prinicple of magic in everything, some living quality. Something living, something real, is taking place in everything,
Do not do anything without signing yourself with the sign of the Cross! When you depart on a journey, when you begin your work, when you go to study, when you are alone, and when you are with other people, seal yourself with the Holy Cross on your forehead, your body, your chest, your heart, your lips, your eyes, your ears. All of you should be sealed with the sign of Christ's victory over hell. Then you will no longer be afraid of charms, evil spirits, or sorcery, because these are dissolved by the power of the Cross like wax before fire and like dust before the wind" Elder Cleopa (+1998) http://www.orthodox.net/articles/about-crossing-oneself.html
Source: Daily Lives, Miracles, and Wisdom of the Saints and Fasting Calendar
The singular magic of a place is evident from what happens there, from what befalls oneself or others when in its vicinity. The songs proper to a specific site will share a common style, a rhythm that matches the pulse of the place, attuned to the way things happen there – to the sharpness of the shadows or the rippling speech of water bubbling up from the ground. In traditional Ireland, a country person might journey to one distant spring in order to cure her insomnia, to another for strengthening her ailing eyesight, and to yet another to receive insight and protection from thieves. For each spring has its own powers, its own blessings, and its own curses. Different gods dwell in different places, and different demons. Each place has its own dynamism, its own patterns of movement, and these patterns engage the senses and relate them in particular ways, instilling particular moods and modes of awareness, so that unlettered, oral people will rightly say that each place has its own mind, its own personality, its own intelligence.
Source: The Spell of the Sensuous: Perception and Language in a More-Than-Human World (Vintage), Pages: 182
In truth, the human experience of magic – our ancestral, animistic awareness of the world as alive and expressive – was never really lost. Our senses simply shifted their animistic participation from the depths of the surrounding landscape toward the letters written on pages and, today, on screens. Only thus could the letters begin to come alive and to speak. As a Zuni elder focuses her eyes upon a cactus and abruptly hears the cactus begin to speak, so we focus our eyes upon these printed marks and immediately hear voices. We hear spoken words, witness strange scenes or visions, even experience other lives. As nonhuman animals, plants, and even “inanimate” rivers once spoke to our oral ancestors, so the ostensibly “inert” letters on the page now speak to us! This is a form of animism that we take for granted, but it is animism nonetheless – as mysterious as a talking stone.
And indeed, it is only when a culture shifts its participation to these printed letters that the stones fall silent. Only as our senses transfer their animating magic to the written word do the trees become mute, the other animals fall dumb.
Source: The Spell of the Sensuous: Perception and Language in a More-Than-Human World (Vintage), Pages: 131