Magic does not work in public settings. Magic done in secret though is magic completed. Solitude and quietude are prerequisites for the magical. For miracles, even solitude won't do. Only faith and surrender will suffice. Make space for the mystical to occur. Nature, in all its worldly glory, will wait for you forever. It will wait for you to finally know it. In all its vibrant colours. For as long as it takes you. Creation, within its secret teachings, hides the names and meanings of all things. Big and small. All that which is known, and all that which can never be. No earthly mind may enter its core. Not until it has worn the sun as its mantle. No earthly mind may enter its core. No earthly mind may enter its core. No earthly mind may enter its core. No earthly mind may enter its core. Repetition is the fundament of the magical. And any sort of spellcasting is, in truth, an interruption. A whistle, a ringing bell, a quick flick of the wand. Its power and charge is built and contained within the rhythm, within frequency and pace. And whatever forms, redirects, or disrupts that rhythm - becomes manifest as magical effect. Why it is called 'breaking the spell'. Or the 'casting' of it - to shape and form it into being. Repetition is the heart of magic and enchantment. The power to wield it lies with the one who sings the tune.