A bee flies in strange patterns because they can’t fly- scientifically that is.

They go up and down in these little grid patterns because they are following the lei lines of the Earth. Their wing rate is set to interfere with this frequency thus giving them lift off- like the aerodynamic of a plane. In the modern day airplane, the air goes over the top of the wing in an arc which is longer than the straight across of the bottom of a wing and so there is ‘lift’ in the two rates difference of the winds above and below the wing. The rate of the lei line is disrupted by an exact fraction of it’s frequency by the bee wing beating and those fat little bodies carrying sacks of pollen get airborne. Of course all that is conjecture because science still can’t agree about Lei lines. But we digress…

In that dance called magic, there is some principle we just don’t know about yet. And maybe never will?

Like that there are people who have magic about them all the time. We can’t explain it. And if we’re cranky or jealous we tear into them for being Lotus Eaters (not to be confused with Pollen Eaters).  Not nice. Not bad, just not nice.

“There is no good or bad- only that which doesn’t serve to get where it is you say you want to go.”

I want to be magical. And sometimes I am. But I would like to be magical ALL the time. Maybe even take up BE flight!

Meanwhile I am inspired today by a set of guidelines:

http://www.rebellesociety.com/2013/04/16/7-traits-of-magical-people/

And by watching a dance with circles that I am pretending are pollen.

In love, BE