a unique kind of power
Sometimes I forget my own Magic.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I forget how to be magnetic. It’s like I completely lose touch with my abilities to flow with the energetic current of the Universe, I feel out of touch with my own intuition, and find myself stumbling about my world confused, emotionally disorganized, and reactive… in need of re-orienting back into remembrance of who the fuck I am.
So here, I am leaving a message to my future self — a reminder of my own super power when such a need for re-calibration arises, for all those moments I forget just how magical us humans are. May this also reach the one who’s finding their way back home to their own heart, the one in need of an energetic reset, a spark of inspiration and remembrance.
ODE TO MAGIC
There’s a unique kind of power that comes from feeling magical. It’s a quiet beat of energy that moves through my body, lighting up every cell and infusing my spirit with a sense of limitless possibility. I’ve come to realize that this feeling, this internal spark of magic, is the true source of my manifesting power. It’s the thread that weaves my intentions into the fabric of reality, turning whispers into worlds, dreams into form.
To me, magic is the living, breathing energy of the universe itself. It’s the animating force that sparks creation, the subtle but potent current that flows through all of existence. It’s the heartbeat of the cosmos, the sacred pulse that moves through every atom, every star, every living being. It is animated, it is alive. And it is sentient. When I tap into this energy, I feel connected to something vast and timeless, a force that is both deeply personal and infinitely expansive.
I hear about the importance of defining and clarifying your manifestations, of setting precise goals and getting crystal clear about what you want. But to me, this is secondary. Before the vision boards, before the detailed intentions, there must be the spark. The raw, unfiltered energy of feeling magical. This, I believe, is the secret to effortless manifestation – a state of being that attracts, amplifies, and magnetizes without force or strain.
When I allow myself to truly feel magical, I become a living spell, a walking incantation, charged with ancient energy, the spark of the Universe of all that came here to be. I feel my energy shift, my vibration intensify, engulfed by the shimmer of creator energy. It’s a dance between the seen and unseen, a rhythm that only I can feel but that the universe cannot ignore. It’s this frequency, this pure, unconditioned power that draws my desires toward me, aligning me with the forces of creation itself.
To feel magical is to remember my own divinity, to tap into the ancient, primordial force that has always flowed through me. The same force that has been weaving my soul through time into endless bodies, one after another. Allowing my mind to forget but for my soul to remember the teachings on ancient magic, leaving a permanent imprint or en echo of a familiar feeling, a key to inner remembarance as to the true nature of the universe, that I still cannot put into words.
It’s a form of energetic sovereignty, a reclamation of the power that I may have forgotten or given away over time. It’s the courage to embody my fullest, most radiant self, in a world that feels destructive, heavy and dense at times.
When I cultivate this feeling, I don’t have to push or force my manifestations into being. They arise naturally, effortlessly, as if responding to the subtle, magnetic pull and spin of my energy. The universe mirrors my inner state, reflecting back the actions I choose to embody. It’s a dance of creation, an energetic conversation, where my desires respond to the frequencies I hold within.
This is why, to me, the feeling of being magical is the foundation of all manifestation. It is the prelude to every intention, the force behind every spell, the spark that ignites the fire of creation. When I feel magical, I remember my own power, my own sovereignty, and my own ability to shape the world around me. And that, I believe, is where true magic begins.
With So Much Love,
Katerina Rose
