The place where I live is my favorite spot in the world. It doesn't look much on the surface; a normal suburb, quite near a big airport and right between two big cities. It have one of the best Indian restaurants in the area, and once was home of the best burger joint I’ve ever eaten at. It have a population of 28000, which I never would have guessed if I didn’t look it up on Wikipedia. It’s a small community with a big heart and it belongs to me and my husband.
It’s called Märsta, and is the most magical place I’ve experienced. And yes, we’ve taken possession of it through what I call the concept of The I-Magi-Nation. Back to that later. Märsta is powerful in a number of different ways: it’s in the middle of the most runestone-packed part of Sweden, the nearby airport makes makes it a connected to all over the world, the community is very multicultural with every kind of nationality, it’s peaceful - no matter what the media says - this is a place filled with love, it’s have a rich wildlife and lots of nature in every direction. It’s charged with amazing magic, powerful magic - no matter how you see it.
We have created this magic ourselves, through walks in nature, finding special spots, spots where you feel at home and safe and can grow as a human being. As mentioned above, the whole area is filled with history, from runestones to bronze age graves to ruins of churches and fortresses. When walking in the forests you can feel the waves of time, you can sense all the humans and informations exchanges the last couple of thousands of years. And that lives on through the airport and the train tracks, making the communication even flow more intensive. Märsta will never be the hub of everything, but without a doubt something you need to pass to go somewhere else, a place where you meet new people and rest. That makes its power even stronger.
I first realized Märsta was something special when I one night sat on top of a hill watching the stars with my husband. Below us we could see Märsta slowly, and almost unreal, be taken over by a glowing fog. The traffic started to move in slow motion, the busses seemed to be giant caterpillars moving through the luminous moist. Up in the sky we could see star, or something else, flashing at us. Behind us was the dark - in the night pitch black - forest, and I never felt so safe, surrounded by nature and love. That made me understand this was our place and I think we subconsciously decided to just take possession of Märsta in that very moment.
The following years we started to map the area, through long, long walks - and quite soon I felt drawn to a couple of special places, places we even named and introduce to some very close friends. They’ve become that important. Märsta is our universe, our Imagi-Nation.
As a kid I was, like so many in the same age, obsessed by being out in the nature. I treated every hill and grove, every forest and rock, as separate entities - different countries or universes. Mostly for playing around, but it also gave me a sense of ownership. Places where I could be alone and be myself, places I could be responsible for. I still do the same thing today. By visiting one of the special spots it wakes up memories in me, or triggers the imagination. I instantly feels more creative by visiting what we call “The Field” for example. Or going to “Turtle Rock” gives me an emotional calmness, it symbolises - depending on the direction I come from - a door, either the path to nature and esoteric thoughts or back to civilisation and more rational thinking. All these spots wakes up different emotions and clears emotional storm clouds, it’s like the area is a map of my mind, from the deepest secrets to the most primal actions. It’s all there, and by being able to walk those thought patterns and paths of knowledge in a more physical form, it makes me stronger and healthier. You can call this a psychological maze, or magic of some sorts. A giant ritual, a spell in the form of footsteps, thinking and conversation. I have charged the area for me, and me and my husband have charged the place with us. And together with friends it’s even more charged with all kinds of magic, knowledge and experiences.
I call this The I-Magi-Nation. I + Magi + Nation. The Magical Country. My Own Magical Landscape. Or your own magical landscape, because I’m sure you also have one even if you don’t think of it like that. Places you can go, nature or city, where you feel at peace with yourself and get this special feeling that this is YOUR place and no one else’s. Walk these routes, analyze them, why are you there and what do they give you? What thoughts comes to your mind by entering those zones?
Once I did an experiment. I found a new spot. It was an interesting place, but something was off with it. So some months later went back, this time armed with a deck of Thoth Tarot cards. While mixing the cards in the center of this place I started to notice papers in the bushes around it, some a vague human stench. Human shit. After a few seconds I could also see, behind some trees, traces of a settlement. After shuffling the deck I pulled a card: Five of Wands - Strife. Yeah, this was place of conflict, emotional from my side, but also on the physical side. It was already tainted by others, less respectful humans, and me taking over this place would generate struggle of all kinds. So with pain I had to let it go.
It also taught me to trust my initial feeling, this wasn’t a magical place at all, at least not for me. No matter how you do it; try to map your own I-Magi-Nation. Maybe you already have one, but try to´own it to 100%.
It’s all in your mind, if you truly believe it’s your place it will be yours. For real.
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