Rebecca Scolnick - The Witchs Book of Numbers: Enhance Your Magic with Numerology

For my mom, who raised me to believe that magic is real and that if I went after what I
wanted, the stars would align and the blanks would fill themselves in. And for my wife,
whose love and generosity of spirit has taught me more than anything else in this lifetime
ever could. Her patience and support knows no bounds. Me more, my love.

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Magic, or at least a belief in magic, has been around for pretty much ever,
at least if the oldest artifacts of humanity are to be believed.

Sarah Lyons

During my junior year of high school, I got into a rather heated argument with my mom over my less than satisfactory grade in Algebra II. I was struggling, which was unlike me, because I was a good student. I could've blamed my teacher, or the fact that the class was held out in the portable classrooms whose temperature was either freezing cold or boiling hot with no in-between, but the reality was that I just didn't get it. I didn't understand how to calculate the right answers, and I definitely didn't know how any of it applied to the real world. Language, music, drama, historythose subjects all made sense to me. But slap a numeral onto the hypotheticals or ask me to find the value of x and I was lost in the wilderness. I am an artist, I whined. I won't need math unless I'm in Math: The Musical! The following week, my mother enrolled me in a remedial program at a local learning center.

While I did go on to pass Algebra II and several other math classes afterward, I can't say that my relationship with the subject shifted all that much, which is irksome because math seems to provide concrete answers to an otherwise mysterious world. I've always been an inquisitive person with big questions. And growing up, some potential answers (or at least the space to ask deeper questions) were made available to me in the form of organized religion.

When I was seven, my mother became a cantor at a traditional Catholic Church. I was mesmerized by all of the ornate costumes, the theatrical rituals, and audience participationhow does everyone just know these calls and responses? But ultimately, their refusal to let me take communion led me to check out other options. Without any direction, I chose a community Bible church from the Yellow Pages and asked my dad to drop me off. Of course, there were obvious questions about the child who sat alone in the front row taking notes on the sermon, but I was welcomed with open arms.

Years later, I was cast in my first leading role in a school musical and told my pastor that I was going to have to take a break from the church youth group to prioritize rehearsals. He remarked that God was disappointed in me, which just felt off. There was no way that the Divine with whom I'd been communing over the yearswho already didn't match the wrathful God of the Old Testament or the loving rebrand of the New Testamentcould possibly be so upset over a high school production of Oklahoma!

I began wondering if organized religion was really the right place for me. What I received at churchmusic, stories, history, folklore, ideal personal and community conduct, metaphors, and thought puzzleshad to be available elsewhere from other communities with values that were a whole lot more aligned with mine. So, I dug deeper into theater, film, literature, and philosophy, anything that scratched my itch to experience mystery and awe, and continued my spiritual education.

It's also when I started feeling drawn to witchcraft. Shortly after I graduated high school, I received my first tarot deck from the elderly witch running the lone metaphysical shop in my hometown. As she described all of the different tarot decks and their uses, I knew right away that witchcraft was a rabbit hole I could thrive in. Not long after, my mom had my numerology chart done by a sidewalk mystic in a foggy Northern California beach town, and suddenly numbers were back in my life, although reframed and taking on a whole new spiritual meaning.

Captivated by numerology and curious about math for the first time in my life, I began to look into this newfound divinatory tool that promised to link the digits of my nightmares with the poetic insights of my dreams. What I found was that the ancient mystics of Egypt, Greece, Babylon, and countless other cultures saw mathematics, geometry, and science as the language with which the Universe was created. Answers to life's big questions varied according to what or whom you asked, but when the mysteries of the Universe were broken down sufficiently, what you were left with was numbersthe building blocks of all life.

Numerology is the ancient study of that cosmic language of the Universe, numbers, as well as the intuitive application of divine principles to people, places, and events. It's both a calculated practice and a creative art that blends the spiritual and the scientific through sensory experiences, philosophical concepts, lyrical metaphors, and an abundance of synchronicities to enable you to draw meaning from them in your life. Turns out that all I needed to do to shift my relationship with math was to integrate it with all of the other subjects to which I was naturally drawn. That's when I started finding answers.

Numerology and the magical aspects of numbers acknowledge very little separation between the practical and the spiritual. The men who studied at some of the world's first universities trained as both scientists and priests. Room has always been left for that which could not be explained through empirical means. In fact, there's still so much about this world that we yet do not understand. New evidence of divine intelligence is still being discovered every day. We humansmere animals who've evolved to think, speak, and experience consciousnesshave tried so hard to separate ourselves from nature, sometimes to our own detriment. Yet, numbers continually remind us that we are nature and we are also divine. They are our proofand the smallest sets of proofthat we are both mundane and magical, and that we are certainly all interconnected.

, but for now, visualize how this shape is seemingly never-ending, the ending folding into the beginning as the pattern begins again. These numbers, when seen through a numerological lens, offer us another way to be a part of the story of the Universe. They give us a way to be one with the stars above, the Earth below, and the living beings all around us. They invite us into the rhythm of life's repeating cycles of death and rebirth. These cycles are natural and can be quite comforting once we familiarize ourselves with them. After all, consider how many times we hear the same story repeated without tiring of its basic characters and the plot twists it contains. In life, there is room for every story, and they all add up to something.