Ever Fallen Under a Spell?

Do you know the feeling?  You are watching something, reading something, listening to something, then BOOM!  There it is.  You find yourself totally consumed by it.  Well, it’s almost two years now since I first sat down with the hubby to watch Led Zeppelin’s “Celebration Day” concert video.  Oh.  My.  God.  I will never forget the way that concert struck me at first viewing, and how I found myself entranced by the legendary guitarist Jimmy Page.

It was silly, really.  I mean, come on.  I’m not a teenager anymore (thank God) and he isn’t a spring chicken himself.  But damn, he stood out like the proverbial sore thumb.

How could he not?  Long gray hair, black sunglasses, three-piece suit, guitar slung low…way low if you catch my drift.  He was a beautiful elder, and I was spellbound.

Having been born in the tail end of the 1960s, I was raised on Led Zeppelin.  My long-lost father was a huge Zep fan.  Throughout my childhood I spent every free moment on my bicycle with transistor radio in hand.  Through the crackling airwaves I listened to and learned all of their radio hits.

Needless to say, Led Zeppelin is in my blood.  But to be honest, I didn’t know any of the band members with the exception of Robert Plant.  Who can NOT know who Plant is?  I mean, hello?  Anyway, the names John Paul Jones, John Bonham, and Jimmy Page were scattered throughout the nether regions of my awareness but never took root.

Fast forward to December of 2012.  While most of humanity was eyeing the 21st of December as some sort of approaching apocalypse, I was digging through the Internet learning all I could about the mysterious gray-haired wizard who had unknowingly cast a spell upon me.  My thoughts during those days were consumed by Page.  And I felt like an idiot.  Isn’t this what teenyboppers do?

I read every interview and every article about the man.  In one interview I’d read Page said, and I quote, “I have a voracious appetite for all things, worldly and unworldly.”  This piqued my interest big time.  Aleister Crowley?  Yep, I’d read “The Book of the Law” years ago and had a copy lying around the house somewhere.  My brother had been a devout follower of The Beast.  Astrology?  Yep, I grew up with yearly astrology books and still knew quite a bit from previous studies.  Magic itself?  I’d practiced magic for years and had cast several spells over time which resulted in conjuring up my current job, my house, and most importantly the wonderful man I married.  Mr. LaVeaux is living proof that this stuff is for real.

So yes, I knew magic – real magic – and I knew that it worked. However, looking back over the last few years of my life I realized that in the hustle and bustle of living I had lost my way. Somehow along the way, I had unknowingly put my spiritual life on hold.

Which brings me back to Page and the spell that I fell under through “Celebration Day.”

Maybe there was a latent need inside, some little spark that needed to be made in my spiritual life, a need to reconnect with my magical nature that sprung to life when I first saw Page on that stage looking every bit the sorcerer.  Maybe I needed a little nudge to return to my cosmic roots.  I don’t know.  What I do know is I credit Jimmy Page for opening my eyes, bringing me back to my true, magical self.  Since that fateful night I’ve tapped back into the power that I once knew well, reconnecting with the source of All-That-Is.  And it’s all because of an elderly English guitar player I’ve never even met.

I’m indebted to Jimmy for this.

Now, to meet him in person one day.  Stranger things have happened.  Magic, anyone?

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