Ready for some magic? It’s The Cat Magician Tarot Magic Monday with me, Merlin.

Our tarot insight for the week is The Magician and you can learn how to harness some special mojo. This is a long post but worth one session with a high-priced shrink.

Do you feel like you swallowed a bottle of crazy pills?

I know I do, with the world erupting in crazy violence. There is no magic formula for peace and harmony except maybe cats? That’s what my mom, Layla says ( she so crazed, she’s ready to move to a desert island with no Internet!).

It’s the final stretch of the Black Cats Tell All Kickstarter. It ends in three days and if you want to support our nonprofit /black cat cause, do it now. This is my last reminder since it will all be over by next Monday, and not a moment too soon for me.

I hear an interesting PLAN B is taking shape. It’s always wise to a have a plan B in life. I’m not a gambling kind of cat or a risk taker but if placing odds in Vegas, it’s 50/50 for the campaign to reach its goal on the 14th. Kind of shocking actually, but that’s how unpredictable life is. One minute you’re taking a drive with your boyfriend and the next minute he’s dead, shot by a police officer.

Who cares about saving cats and publishing books. I mean, do we really need another cat book? Alright I’ll take that back. Maybe if it’s a good one and I have read a few good ones lately. So good, I may have to do a review.

Cats are healing in a 101 ways, do you agree? This is one for today.

So, it’s like this dear ones, we have a choice. We have real power inside us, coiled and ready to launch us into outer space if we want. That’s a kicker and I should know since I’m MERLIN THE MAGICIAN. Most of you humans don’t know what you really want so you don’t manifest it. It reminds me of what the Cheshire cat told Alice in Alice in Wonderland.

“Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don’t much care where.
The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.
Alice: …So long as I get somewhere.
The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you’re sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.”

You have only a tiny idea of who I am and what I’ve done. Real magicians don’t bluster and bully, conjuring plumes of smoke and parakeets out of thin air. Magicians make magic, make a difference, often without anyone even noticing. I call it everyday magic and it’s my favorite kind of magic, helping without announcing it to the world. Sadly we live in a noisy world where the squeaky wheel gets the grease and we have to do unspeakable things like liking, clicking, self-promoting like some social media whore of Babylon. Layla has hated every minute of the begging and cajoling of the past month. She hates that it’s been a struggle when it should have easy. Being out of your comfort zone is a valuable lesson in stretching, but it’s not a place of real power. It can’t be counted in followers or quantified (it can but it’s creepy). Every click, view and sign-up is recorded somewhere. The horror! If you have a million followers on Instagram, you’re a star, maybe, but it doesn’t make someone a Magician.

We can all be Magicians, shaping our destiny with our true desire.

And then proclaim it, and dig your heels in with laser intent and focus. Maybe it’s for your love of God or doing good. Maybe it’s for the corner office and a wardrobe of designer shoes. The energy of the Universe doesn’t judge or care if you want to win a hot dog eating contest or discover a cure for cancer. What matters is finding what makes your soul sing. The moment any waffling, flip flopping or fence sitting occurs, the focus goes poof! You can get it back by focusing on what you really want.

Here’s the clincher: Many of us lament we’re not getting what we want, but we get what we focus on. We focus with intense, persistent energy on not having a dream house, a dream partner, a dream life. We want, want, want more money, a nicer body, more “I’ll have what she’s having.” The end result is getting more of what we don’t have. Sound familiar? For some, it’s not enough to succeed, but the need to harbor a secret desire for friends to fail, schadenfreude. a guilty pleasure indeed, guaranteed to bite your bum. Karma is the bitch we love when it happens to someone we don’t like. Oh, dear, does that sound catty? It’s been that kind of week. Domino, Odin and Nou Nou have squirrelly but we do love our two new bambis who were born in behind the barn.

I see much opportunity this week for all of you to make some magic, and while you’re at it, pull a few rabbits out of your hat. I’d love some Lapin a La Cocotte. he, he, he. I may be dead but I’m still naughty. And the truth is: what Layla really wants other than helping black cats is to do some serious writing. Uh, oh, that means something is going to have to go. Will it be this blog? Chucking everything for six months in Bali? Stay tuned dear ones, anything cn happen

Love always,

Merlin The Magician