Author: Angel Millar

Sometimes there’s God so quickly!

Tennessee Williams

What a magical neighborhood I grew up in! There was magic everywhere – but don’t all children create magic out of their surroundings? The fireflies at dusk were secretly fairies; the nuns in white were secretly ghosts; and the woods behind us were definitely enchanted. And all the while the large Star of David from the temple down the street shined on our houses as if to say, “There is power here – there is something bigger than who you are – and you can reach it if you come to me.”

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Only your own deep need to salvage something from the void – to act or to write or to create – can keep you from the commonplace and from dying out….Be careful what happens to your talent. – Stella Adler

Let’s start out with a juicy magical story. During my woebegone days as an actor, I tried to do a lot of magic to help my obstructed career. But short of black magic, there’s only so much you can do if something’s not meant to be. In Rosemary’s Baby, John Cassavetes gets the part because the other actor goes blind from black magic. Well, my magic doesn’t work that way. And while we’re on the subject, those were satanists in Rosemary’s Baby – NOT witches. Hollywood has been particularly damaging to the true witch’s reputation.

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[The man of] talent is like the marksman who hits a target that others cannot reach; [the] genius is like the marksman who hits a target…[the] others cannot even see.

Schopenhauer

In the musical version of J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan, when Peter tells Wendy she’s “just too grown-up” to return to Neverland, what he really means is that she’s lost her artist’s soul. In our society, most of us lose this soul, while as children we have it naturally and are encouraged to have it. Peter Pan is the Eternal Artist, the God and Goddess, the genius. He flies high above the world, defying even gravity. He teaches others to fly, but they have to believe in magic, in fairies – in themselves – in order to do so.

Peter Pan is profoundly lonely. Most other children grow up and join society; they learn to conform to the sensible ways of adults. When Captain Hook asks, “Pan, what art thou?” Peter proclaims: “I am youth! I am joy! I am freedom!” He is truly mythic, representing the Great God Pan in human form. He alone knows the way to Neverland, which is the secret Magic Circle, beyond all time and space.

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