NATIVE AMERICAN SYMPATHIC MAGIC

The Age of Aquarius has given us the New Paradigm of the Laws of Spiritual Quantum Physics. These laws have ripped the lid off the box that contains the secrets of creation and creator God.

Many of the seers, magicians, healers, medicine men and shamans of the past knew instinctively and intuitively how the Laws of Spiritual Quantum Physics work.

They did not use the new modern terminology for these laws. But they knew the principles of work.

They knew that magic was action at a distance and that they could use their minds to effect change in people, places, and events.

They all agreed that everything is alive in its own way. Trees, rocks, rivers, clouds, etc.

And they used their minds and rituals to create a form of compassionate magic between themselves and the objects of their rituals.

The new laws of Spiritual Quantum Physics tell us that everything in the Universe is connected by consciousness. That the human mind can affect people, places, events, animals, and even the planet using their minds.

It works on the same principle our Native Americans use to affect and change reality. It is a modern version of sympathetic magic.

The age of materialism that has taken over the world for the past 100 years has separated us from our spiritual heritage.

It is within our spiritual nature that humans can seek the workings and principles of the lost art of sympathetic magic.

It was reintroduced to me by my friend Willie White feather, a Cherokee healer when he lived in Arizona.

He had a beat-up old Toyota pickup that never seemed to stop.

I had a 1978 Dodge pickup. One day when Willie and I were driving to Four Corners (Hopi Land) in my truck, it started to sizzle and I felt like it wanted to stop.

He saw the anguish on my face and said, “Ragnar, don’t be angry or scared. Just talk to the truck and take an oath of friendship with him.”

I looked at him without fully understanding.

He continued: “I made a sacred promise of friendship with my truck and now it never fails me. Everything is alive. Let your truck know that you know he’s alive. Talk to him.”

“Jersey,” he said.

I stopped the Dodge on the side of the road and we both got out.

Willie took his medicine bag (he always carried it with him on a leather strap around his neck) and sprinkled some blue cornmeal around the truck. This was to make the land sacred.

We stood in front of the truck and Willie said, “Now give him a name and make a sacred friendship pact with him.”

“I’m going to call him Willie,” I said.

He smiled.

I put both hands on the hood. I began, “Willie, my friend, I know you are alive in your own way. You are my friend and I make this sacred promise to you. I will never leave you or give you away while I stay in Arizona.” that never breaks, gets stuck, or stops starting anywhere you can’t get help. I will continue to repair it and replace its worn parts as long as we are together. This is my commitment to you. “

Willie nodded and we got back into the truck. It started right away and we drove to Four Corners, the engine humming perfectly and smoothly.

I kept Willie for 18 years. He was an old friend and many of his parts were worn (like mine).

But he never stopped taking me home or where I was going. Not once did he stop in the middle of the vast desert or the mountains of the southwest.

Whenever any part gave way, it warned me. He would take me home and then in the morning it wouldn’t start until I found the problem. He always let me know when he needed help.

Or he would give up in a gas station garage after he filled it up. The mechanic on duty was always friendly and helpful.

I once took a long trip to Baker, Nevada. I had to go through Las Vegas. The negative vibes in that city were so bad that I didn’t even stop for gas. I knew I needed gas but I refused to stop.

I kept going and came out of the desert towards the mountains.

Halfway up the mountain I could see that the gas needle was empty. Willie began to sputter. I talked to him and said “not here”.

It was night and a light snow was falling.

We chatted for another 3-4 miles and finally made it to the top. Everything went downhill from there. I put Willie in neutral and started down. The engine went silent and I stepped forward with my foot on the brake.

A few miles down the side of the mountain a small gas station appeared, located on the right side of the road.

I went in and stopped in front of the only bomb. It was 3 in the morning. It was closed so I snuggled into the seat and went to sleep.

I was awakened by a light tapping on the window. He was the owner. I filled up Willie and we continued to Baker.

I also took Willie cross country to New York twice. Once pulling my Jeep. It was over 7000 miles total and I was never scared or even considered the fact that I might not make it in a 1978 Dodge pickup.

I have more stories about Willie and me, but that’s enough to get my message across.

Yes, the New Paradigm of Spiritual Quantum Physics has reopened the path to magic. It is one of the tools or gifts of the Creator God. Magic is bear. It doesn’t just belong to Native American shamans and healers. Learn how to use it. Talk to your truck and your car. Make friends with him!