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You donít see orphanages in England these days but once they were
commonplace. Just about every town sported at least one. Forest
Hill had two such institutions ó one for boys and one for
girls. To overfill these places, the Second World War produced
many orphans. John Milner, Johnny to his friends, was one of them.
However, there was more to Johnny and his two best mates
than they realised. They were special. In a shared experience, on
the night Johnny became a teenager, they all dreamed of a
wizard. I know, they couldn't believe the childishness of it
either. That is, not until they had to believe it. Ever met a pixie? A tip
for if you do: don't kiss the frog.
A Magiís Prayer
I know not who my mother
was, my father nor him too,
But I am not like them because, they had not what I do.
Frail, they did not last the course, they left me all alone,
To one day wake an astral force, and me not fully grown.
Why is there magic in my blood? A massive load to bear?
The answer lies like itís in mud, I cannot find just where.
I search for guidance all the time, but who is there to ask?
Itís like I daily mountains climb, the hope to end this task,
Of learning who I am and why, and whether up to scratch.
Legend says from gods come I, but tells not which I match.
Three magi did a bright star follow, in times gone long ago.
The story can be hard to swallow, what was it they did know?
Did a stable low bear witness? Was born the magi of all time?
A magic birth, it has a fitness, wizards all do come from grime.
Please help me Jesus, am I yours? Is it with you that I belong?
Say the word, Iíll fight your wars, your magi good and strong.
- Semiton Magus, 1948.