Acts Of Intention

So, yesterday’s words of power, brought me to today’s Acts of Intention because as I was going through my day being powerful and commanding I realized that each of my words of power were followed up with decisive action. When I got into my car and commanded it to take me to the grocery store, I wasn’t magickally transported to the store…. No. It required multiple words of power and acts of intention. I turned the key and said, “Engine On.” I pulled out of the driveway and said, “And Now I Ride.”

But what if I had done what I so often do when I want my life to go in a particular direction? What if I had hesitated in front of my car and conjured up all kind of doubts and angst? I might have said stuff like:

• What if the car door won’t open?
• What will I do if my car won’t start?
• The tires are probably flat, are they flat? Probably.
• Who would I call if the car won’t start?
• And what could they do?
• Would anyone even care?
• Is help for one such as me even available?
• And supposing the car does start, what then?
• Do I have enough gas to go anywhere?
• What if I don’t have enough gas?
• What if I run out of gas?
• Then what?
• I call someone?
• But what if I run out of gas somewhere and my phone is dead?
• What if my phone isn’t dead but there’s no signal?
• What if a serial killer stops to “help” me?
• And supposing I do have enough gas, what if my car breaks down?
• What if I have a flat tire?
• What if I get lost?
• Do I even know the way to the store?
• And when I get there, assuming I don’t get lost, then what?
• What if someone in the store throws a fit about masks and starts throwing things around?
• What if they throw things at me?
• What if I throw things back at them?
• And the cops come?
• Then what?
• Will someone get shot?
• Will I end up in jail?

I could go on and on and on with this… And it’s fun, but it’s also ridiculous. I expect my car will start, and I expect that I can go to the store, and I expect that it will all work out fine. Why? Because it usually does. And those rare times when it all goes south, I have somehow managed to muddle through.

So, the moral of the story is. Words of power, followed by decisive acts of intention… that’s real magick. That’s how we get through life. That’s how we follow through on our Five Simple Things. That’s how we don’t get mired down in doubt and angst and ridiculousness.