The Age of Aquarius has given us

The Age of Aquarius has given us the modern paradigm of the Laws of Religious Quantum Physics. These laws contain torn off the lid of the pack that contains the secrets of design and the creator God.

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

These people didn't use the new modern day terms for these laws. But they knew the working principals.

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

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

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

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

It works on the same principle that our Native Americans use to effect and change reality. It is a modern day version of sympathetic miracle.

The age of materialism that has crept over the world in the past 100 years has cut people off from our spiritual heritage.

Its within our Spiritual nature that we people can seek the workings in addition to principles of the lost art of sympathetic magic.

I was reintroduced to it by my friend Willie White down, a Cherokee medicine man after i lived in Arizona.

He had an old beat up Toyota truck that never appeared to quit.

I had a 1978 Avoid pickup. One day when Willie and i also were driving up to Four Four corners (Hopi Land) in my truck that started to sputter and felt like it wanted to stall.

He saw the particular distress on my face and stated "Ragnar, don't get angry or afraid. Just talk to the truck System.Drawing.Bitmap an oath of friendship from it. "

I looked at him not necessarily completely understanding.

He continued, "I made a friendship sacred promise, give your word with my truck and now that never fails me. Everything is lively. Let your truck know that you know it is actually alive. Talk to it"

"Pull more than, " he said.

I plucked the Dodge over to the side of the road and we both got out.

Willie took his medicine pouch (he always kept it with him on a leather thong around his / her neck) and sprinkled some bluish corn meal around the truck. It was to make the ground sacred.

We was standing in front of the truck and Willie explained, "now give it a name System.Drawing.Bitmap a sacred friendship pact about it. "

"I am going to call him Willie, " I said.

They smiled.

I placed both hands for the hood. I began, "Willie my super cool buddy I know that you are alive in your own method. You are my friend and I make this sacred pledge to you. I will never toxins you or give you away as long as I stay in Arizona/ I ask you to never break down or stall or fail to start anywhere I cannot acquire help. I will continue to fix both you and replace your worn out parts for as long as we are together. This is my promise to you. "

Willie nodded and we got back into the truck. It started out right up and we drove all the way to Several Corners, the motor humming beautifully and smoothly.

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

But he never failed to find me home or to where I got going. He never once prevented in the middle of the vastness of the Freebie southwest desert chi generator or mountains.

Whenever certain part gave out he warned me. He would get me home and then in the morning he would not start out till I found the problem. He at all times let me know when he needed help.

Or he would give out at a gas rail station garage after I filled it up. Typically the mechanic on duty was always pleasant and helpful.

Once I needed a long trip to Baker, Nevada. I had formed to pass through Las Vegas. The negative vibrations in that city we so bad that we did not even stop for petrol. I knew I needed gas but I refused to stop.

I drove right on through and started up from the desert into the mountains.

Half approach up the mountain I could see that the gas needle was on bare. Willie started to sputter. I spoke to him and told him "not here. "

It was evening and a lite snow was falling.

We all sputtered for another 3-4 miles and reached the crest. It was many down hill from there. I set Willie in neutral and began down. The motor went quiet and I coasted with my feet on the brake.

A few miles down the mountain side a small gas channel, nestled in on the right edge of the road appeared.

I coasted in and stopped in front of the individual pump. It was 3 AM. It absolutely was closed so I curled up on it and went to sleep.

A slight tapping on the window woke me. It absolutely was the owner. I filled Willie way up and we continued to Baker.

Also i took Willie cross country to The big apple twice. Once pulling my 4x4. It was over 7000 total kilometers and I was never fearful or maybe even considered the fact that I might not allow it to be in a 1978 Dodge pickup.

I use more stories about me together with Willie but that is enough to have my message across.

Yes, the New paradigm of Spiritual Quantum Physics has reopened the way to magic. It is one of the tools or gifts from Creator God. Magic is ours. It does not belong only to Native American shamans, and medicine men. Discover how to use it. Talk to your truck and automobile. Befriend it!