What a dull existence it would be without magic?

Everyday we make magic happen, but the average person calls it good intentions. Hope is a good thing but believing is better. I believe that my dreams will come true simply because I believe. My closest friends share this with me. I was given Tonka Beans by my BFF as one of the gifts on my birthday. When he was in New Orleans, he went to Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo and purchased one set of three for me and one set of three for himself. We conducted this ritual together because together we are already making magic and bring out the best of intentions in each other, so united, our dreams are all the more potent.

First we placed our beans into a gauze bag. (I carried my little baggie around with me everywhere I went for a week.) Exactly seven days later, we caste our beans into a body of water and made our wishes. We ventured on to the Staten Island Ferry, where we were able to see one of the most beautiful views of Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty. We tossed our beans into the fastest moving body of water that is easily accessible to us, The Hudson River. I made three wishes, one for every bean. The first two wishes were for me personally. The last Tonka bean was for everyone on the planet. I kissed and sent every bean into the river with love, so did 2LH. I am a believer in magic, I have no choice, that's how I'm made, that's how my inner circle revolves. I don't understand those who don't understand and I don't even want to try to. What a dull existence it would be without magic?