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Divine Magic means that you have the God-given power to heal and manifest anything you need for your life purpose.

The study of this ability is called Hermetics, based upon the ancient love-based Hermetic teachings (not to be confused with some fear-based teachings which aren't genuine Hermetics). The real Hermetic teachings are completely aligned with God's will. One of the principles of true Hermetics that has helped me the most is called "The Principle of Polarity.


I wrote about this principle in my book, Divine Magic, which is now available in paperback. The book comes with a free mp3 audio to help you to study and integrate this knowledge. Because it's the study of God's thoughts, the work is intellectual. But it's worth taking the time to study, because its results are instant and powerful.


The Principle of Polarity could also be called “The Principle of Practicality,” since it offers a profoundly practical tool for living, manifesting, and healing. It’s based upon the Hermetic principle that everything has two polarities or extremes.


Hermetics is the ancient study of how we are all in the mind of God, and that thought energy changes everything. These seeming opposites are part of the same pole, and they’re just situated at different ends. For example, hot and cold are extremes of the pole called “temperature.”


In between the two polarities of hot and cold are countless degrees of warmth and coolness. It’s the same way with every apparent opposite: hard and soft, noisy and quiet, light and dark, good and bad, love and fear. When you find one thing, you’ll also find the potential for its opposite.


The Principle of Polarity empowers you to transmute an undesirable situation to the other end of the pole and manifest a desirable situation. If something undesirable is present in your life, it means that its “opposite” is also present.


This principle works by lifting your mental vibrations to a higher level to banish the undesirable and attract the desirable. Let’s use the example of money. One end of the money pole is “prosperity,” where you have as much money as you could possibly desire. “Poor” is at the other end, where there isn’t enough money to meet your needs.


In between these two extremes are countless financial situations in between poverty and prosperity.


If you worry about money or complain that you don’t have enough, your thoughts are toward the “Poverty” end of the pole. Consequently, that’s what you’ll attract. Even if you don’t seem to have money right now, you can use the Principle of Polarity to improve your financial situation. Imagine a lever sliding up and down the Money Pole.



To attract more money, you can adjust your vibration upward by visualizing that the lever is at the highest possible location along the pole. Since this pole is in your mind, it’s your creation; therefore, it’s your personal Money Pole. Even if you’re worried about money, you can mentally will the lever to move up higher.



That visualization can immediately attract windfalls of prosperity, provided that you monitor the lever’s position to ensure that it stays at the upper ends of the pole. If you have difficulty imagining prosperity, then mentally push the lever on the Money Pole to the highest position that you can imagine manifesting in reality. There’s no point in asking you to visualize something that you can’t accept as a real possibility.



Yet, any improvement in elevating your lever up the Money Pole will have a positive effect on your finances. This is true even if you can only imagine pushing your lever up one notch above its current position.


Keep monitoring the Money Pole, and push the lever up as high as you feel comfortable. The minute that you believe that prosperity is possible, you’ll allow the lever to reach the top of the pole.


Of course, you can also imagine a pole that controls your beliefs about money and other life areas. Keep your levers high atop these poles to release old, limiting beliefs about money, love, and such.


Everything that you desire has a pole assigned to it, whether it’s health, a happy marriage, inner peace, or any other topic. Imagine this whole series of poles with sliding levers, similar to a sound mixing board in a recording studio, or like an airplane’s control panel. Each of those levers controls your finances, relationships, health, and other life areas.


Take a moment to visualize your inner control panel. Where are the levers positioned along the poles? To improve any situation, mentally move the lever higher up the pole (and to the top, ideally).


Check your poles regularly, or if you ever feel upset, to ensure that they haven’t slid downward. This gives a whole new meaning to “staying on top”! For instance, let’s say that you’ve quarreled with a loved one and you want a peaceful resolution. First, visualize a pole governing your relationship with this person.


Mentally move the lever alongside the pole to the top position of “Peaceful Relationship with [name of person].” Every time you think about this person, check to make sure that the lever is still at the top of the pole. Use this same mental imagery as frequently as possible for other areas of your life. The result is pure Divine magic!


“Everything is dual; everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites; like and unlike are the same; opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree; extremes meet; all truths are but half-truths; all paradoxes may be reconciled.” —The Kybalion

The great fourth Hermetic principle, the Principle of Polarity, embodies the truth that all manifested things have two sides, aspects, or poles.


The difference between things seemingly diametrically opposed to each other is only a matter of degree of vibration. For instance, Spirit and Matter are two extremes of the same thing, with intermediate planes in between them. So it is that The All and its creations are upon the same pole, with only vibrational differences between them. Heat and cold are identical in nature, distinguishable only by degrees.



The thermometer shows many degrees of temperature, the lowest being “cold,” and the highest “heat.” Between these two extremes are many degrees of “hot” or “cold.” The higher of two degrees is always “warmer,” while the lower is always “colder.” There is no absolute standard, as it’s a matter of degree. There is no place on the thermometer where heat ceases and cold begins. It is all a matter of higher or lower vibrations.



The very terms “high” and “low” are poles of the same thing, and the terms are relative. It’s the same with “east and west.” If you travel around the world in an eastward direction, you’ll eventually reach a point which is called west at your starting point.


Travel far enough north, and you’ll find yourself traveling south, or vice versa. Light and darkness are another example of poles of the same thing, with many degrees between them. In the same way, a musical scale begins with a “C” note. You move upward along the musical scale until you reach another “C,” and so on.



The differences between the two ends of the scale are the same. Color, too, follows the same principle, with higher and lower vibrations being the only difference between high violet and low red. Large and small are relative. So are noise and quiet, hard and soft, sharp and dull, and positive and negative.



Good and bad are also relative. We call one end of the scale good and the other bad. A thing is “less good” than the thing higher up the scale. However, that “less good” thing, in turn, is “more good” than the thing below it, and so on. And so it is on the Mental Plane.


Love and hate are generally regarded as being diametrically opposed to each other and unreconcilable. But as we apply the Principle of Polarity, we find that there is no such thing as Absolute Love or Absolute Hate, as distinguished from each other. They are merely terms applied to the two poles of the same thing. Beginning at any point of the scale we find “more love,” or “less hate,” as we ascend, and “more hate” or “less love” as we descend.



There are degrees of love and hate and a middle point where like and dislike become indistinguishable. Courage and fear come under the same rule. These pairs of opposites exist everywhere, and wherever you find one thing, you’ll find its opposite at the other extreme of the same pole. This fact enables you to transmute one mental state into another, along the lines of polarization.



Things belonging to different classes cannot be transmuted into each other, but things of the same class may have their polarity changed. So, love never becomes east or west, or red or violet. But love may and often does turn into hate. Likewise, hate may be transformed into love, by changing its polarity. Courage may be transmuted into fear, and the reverse. Hard things may be rendered soft. Dull things become sharp.



Hot things become cold. It’s all the same process. The transmutation always involves things of the same kind of different degrees. Take the case of a fearful man. By raising his mental vibrations along the line of fear and courage, he can be filled with the highest degree of courage and fearlessness. And, likewise, the slothful person may change himself into an active, energetic individual simply by polarizing along the lines of the desired quality.



The two ends of the poles may be classified as positive and negative. Love is positive to the negative hate, positive courage to negative fear, positive activity to negative non-activity, and so forth.


The positive pole is of a higher degree than the negative and readily dominates it. The tendency of nature is in the direction of the dominant activity of the positive pole. So you see that you can change your mental state by moving upward toward the positive pole, and that nature will help you along.


In addition to changing the poles of your own conditions, the Principle of Polarization allows you to also influence another’s mind to elevate their mental state.



Mental induction means that mental states may be produced by “induction” from others. So a higher mental vibrational rate may be communicated to another person, elevating the polarity of that person’s mental state. This is how the majority of “mental treatments” occur.

For instance, let’s say that a person is depressed and filled with fear. A mental scientist uses her will to increase the vibration of her own mind. Then she extends this positive vibration to the other person to produce a similarly high vibration through induction.



This raises the other person’s vibrations and results in polarization at the positive end of the scale. Fear and other negativity are transmuted into courage and similar positive mental states.


A little study will show you that these mental changes are all along the line of polarization, with changes only being within a few degrees of another. This great Hermetic principle enables us to better understand our own mental states, and those of other people.



We see that these states are all matters of degree, and that we can raise or lower the vibration at will to change our mental poles. We can master our mental states, instead of being their servant and slave.


And by this knowledge, we can aid others intelligently, and positively raise their polarity. We advise all students to familiarize themselves with this Principle of Polarity, because a correct understanding will throw light on many subjects.



Excepted from Divine Magic: The Seven Sacred Secrets of Manifestation by Doreen Virtue, available in bookstores and languages worldwide, and now in paperback here: http://goo.gl/iSJXnv

Chapter One

At first I fought for control of my emotions. He doesn’t matter, I told myself, pretending to be aloof. I even willed my breathing and heartbeat to relax. But then I looked into his eyes, went limp, and surrendered.

His eyelashes danced with poetic intelligence and alert playfulness. My heart thumped against his chest as he pulled me into his sandalwood scent—I feared that its loudness betrayed the depth of my passion for him much too early in our relationship. My head filled with pleasure, then fear, then the sound of my own heartbeat. The loud sound continued. . . .

As I pulled back the gold silk comforter from over my head, dozens of brightly embroidered pillows spilled onto the floor. The noise continued as I groaned and opened my eyes reluctantly. I stared into the center of the round canopy hanging above me. Colored like a fiery sunset, its soft netting enveloped my bed like solar rays. On summer nights, that netting was the only thing that kept the biting insects away.

I thought of the man in my dream and shut my eyes until the sound repeated itself. I was now awake enough to recognize it as knocking on my door.
“Queen Makeda?” Sarahil, my handmaiden, called out worriedly when I didn’t immediately answer.

“It’s okay. Come in,” I told her.

Sarahil quietly entered and bent over to pick up my pillows. Her short dark hair was pulled into a tight knot, as was the apron around her plump waist.

“Sarahil, I don’t understand why I keep dreaming about this man. Who is he?”

I’d known Sarahil since she was assigned to me at birth. She was twenty years older than I was, and I’d come to rely upon her wise advice. After all, growing up a princess hadn’t afforded me opportunities to date or experiment with the opposite sex, even though I’d felt the natural curiosities of adolescence.

And now that I was queen—following my father’s death two years earlier—I would never have the chance to date or get married. You see, my country’s customs and spiritual laws required me to remain an unwed virgin throughout my reign. “You are now and forever married to Almaqah, the sun god,” my priests had emphasized during my coronation.

As Sarahil bathed me in warm springwater mixed with oils and fragrant flowers, I remembered something from my dream. “He was wearing sandalwood oil,” I said aloud.

“Who was wearing sandalwood, Queen Makeda?”

“The man in the dream, Sarahil! Oh, how I wish Mother was here! She knew the meaning and fortune behind every dream.”

“Yes, well, your mother was of the magical kind. . . .”

“You can say the word, Sarahil. My mother was a Jinn.”

“She never liked that name, Queen Makeda. She preferred the term Genie. She thought Genie sounded more regal and dignified, since most people think of Jinn as small mischief makers. And some even call them evil!”

“Well, most people don’t realize that the Jinn are just one of the five types of Djinn. They get us Jinn all mixed up with the depraved Ghuls and Shaytan. Maybe Mom was right! We do need a different name for the Jinn, since we’re the Djinn group who are always trying to do the right thing.”

Sarahil rubbed extra oil onto my feet—as if the treatment would help my Jinn feet to look normal—and lovingly scraped the furlike hair from my four toes.

Yet no matter how much oil she poured onto them, Sarahil still couldn’t hide my misshapen feet, which betrayed my Jinn origins. They were great for climbing trees; walking barefoot down hot, rocky paths; and stamping out fires. Yet as the young queen of one of the largest commonwealths surrounding the Red Sea, I wanted normal, human five-toed feet more than anything.

Well, almost anything, I thought, recalling my dream. Sarahil’s faraway stare told me that she was reminiscing about my mother, and her foot massage took my mind off the dream.

Sarahil’s focus returned. “Time to get you dressed, Queen Makeda. Captain Tamrin is returning today, and he wants to give you the official report about his journey.”

She slid my rings from the tail of my cat. Abby had the longest, skinniest tail of any of our palace cats and loved holding my rings for me while I bathed. Her large ears pointed skyward, and she looked at me and purred.

As Sarahil dried me with a thick fluffy towel, I fingered red stone on a golden chain around my neck, a gift from my dying father that I had never removed.

Sarahil wrapped frothy green silk snugly around my chest and arms, the cloth swinging freely from the waist down. It was one of hundreds of gowns hand dyed especially to flatter my cocoa-brown skin and raven-black hair. Each one was floor-length to cover my twisted Jinn toes.

I impatiently allowed Sarahil to rub perfumed unguent cream on my face to protect my sixteen-year-old skin from the harsh sun and dry air. Unguent was the one thing that kept desert women looking young and supple. But I couldn’t sit still long enough for her to line my eyes with kohl.

“So, when will I see Tamrin and hear all about his latest adventures?” I asked anxiously. Tamrin’s stories of leading our Royal Trade Caravan were always so entertaining. And his excursions were profitable, too, as Tamrin kept our coffers filled with gold and imported products.

He traveled by ship and camel caravan to sell and barter our red gold, cedarwood, marble, frankincense, myrrh, and other rich resources throughout Africa and Asia.

“Right after breakfast,” answered Sarahil as she led me to the dining table, where food was already laid out. I hurriedly scooped the fava-bean scramble onto my injera bread. I wiped my mouth and looked around for Sarahil. Why did she always disappear when I was eating?

I was two steps toward the garden courtyard door when Sarahil’s arm slipped through mine. “Let me take a look at you,” she said, turning my face toward hers. “Hmm, some wild-iris blend ought to bring those gorgeous lips of yours back to life.” Sarahil dabbed her finger on the open vial she held in her hand and rubbed the substance on my lips.

“Ouch!” I pressed my fingers against my lips, hoping to stop the burning sting that compelled them to swell and grow darker.

“Now you’re ready to meet him,” Sarahil said authoritatively, as we walked to my favorite bench beneath the rose tree. I closed my eyes and inhaled, but instead of smelling roses, I detected sandalwood. Was I back in the dream . . . ?

“You didn’t think I’d forgotten your birthday, my queen?” My musings were interrupted.

“Tamrin!” I hugged his neck in very unroyal fashion. Tamrin was like a favorite uncle who always brought me exotic presents and entertained me with endless stories. He lifted me up by the shoulders and twirled me around.

“Balkis!” he bellowed in his warm, affectionate way, using the pet name very few even knew, let alone called me by. Tamrin’s distinctive voice had a deep baritone, musical quality about it. Every word he spoke moved up and down a cascading scale of notes. “Happy seventeenth, my queen!”

Before I even had a chance to admire it, Tamrin placed an emerald-encrusted gold-filigree necklace around my neck, above the chain from my father. I looked down to see that it pointed toward my bustline. Tamrin caught my stare and smiled. My body had definitely matured during his absence!

“Well, the good news is that we only lost one man and a few camels on this trip,” he recounted, sitting next to me on the bench. Normally, I needed lots of space between myself and other people, but Tamrin—well, with him it was different. In fact, since my parents’ passing, Tamrin and Sarahil were the closest thing to family that I had.

“Where did you go?” I tucked my legs beneath me on the bench’s silken pad and leaned forward to soak in every nuance of Tamrin’s travel tales.

Tamrin smiled and, as usual, his eyes disappeared into his round red cheeks. His eyes always reminded me of twin crescent moons turned upside down.

“I’ve just returned from a land called Israel and their capital city of Jerusalem. The King of Israel purchased many of our goods and also sent gifts for you and our people.”

As much as I wanted to hear about the gifts, I was more curious about Tamrin’s journey. Since I’d never traveled, I was eager to experience it through his words.

“The trip was mostly treacherous, Queen Balkis. Nothing for a lady, that’s for sure.” Tamrin stroked his neatly trimmed beard, which had grown more gray since he’d left. His eyes sported more lines around them as well. Poor Tamrin. He so enjoyed traveling, but at what price to his own body and health?

Tamrin continued his description of the journey: “Nearly 1,500 miles of sand, wind, high seas, and occasional marauders. The ships handled the chop and swells, but the men and animals had to rest frequently, which slowed us down. We had allotted six months for the journey, but what with the monsoon season and the king wanting to host us for some time, we’ve been gone for over a year!”

A year! Had it really been that long since I’d listened to Tamrin’s enthralling stories? No wonder I was starving to hear his tales.

“Please tell me about the king’s hosting, Tamrin,” I begged. It was customary for royalty to put dignitaries up as their guests. I’d do the same if the king’s caravan were to ever visit our land.

“Ah, it was a lavish affair from day one! Every type of meal you could dream of, always served on golden trays by well-mannered servants who seemed genuinely happy with their work.

"The king loves music, song, poetry, and dance, so all our meals were accompanied by the height of entertainment. It was also entertaining to watch the king at work. Even at his age, he’s already gained quite a reputation as a wise one.” Tamrin leaned toward me and whispered, “They also say that the king has the gift of magic!”

I imagined a gray-bearded wizard sitting on his throne, dispensing magical spells and wise proclamations. “How old is he?” I asked.

“The king of Israel is relatively new to the post and very young, like you,” Tamrin replied. “His father, King David, was a great man of legendary proportions. He became king not by inheritance, as you did, but by winning a contest and killing one of the giants.”

I shuddered. Everyone was afraid of giants, who acted more like vicious wild animals than people. Someone had once told me they were the offspring of sinister beings called Watchers, coupling with mortal women. I wondered whether this was true.

Tamrin went on: “David was just a shepherd boy who bravely decided to help the Hebrews win their battle against the Philistines. He killed his giant with a rock flung from a slingshot.

David instantly became a local hero, and the daughter of Israel’s King Saul was among his many admirers. King Saul was jealous of David, so he gave him an impossible task to perform in exchange for his daughter’s hand in marriage.

David, ever the optimist, successfully completed it and became the king’s son-in-law. David continued to act as a brave warrior, which increased both his popularity and the king’s envy.

“King Saul decided to kill his rival, so David fled. He lived where he could, including among the Philistines, and even in a cave! He befriended the prophets, especially a famous one named Samuel, who declared that Israel’s God wanted David to succeed Saul upon the throne.

This enraged Saul even more, who stepped up his lethal pursuit of David. But Samuel’s prophecy was clear: Saul would die in battle, and David would win his crown and throne.

“Sure enough, Saul found himself in an enormous battle where he was in mortal danger, so he ran for safety. Unfortunately, this decision made him more vulnerable, since he took flight without the protection of soldiers.

Alone on the battlefield, Saul was killed. David’s zealous fans helped to fulfill Samuel’s prophecy and he became king.”

I was sure there was more to the story, and I asked Tamrin to please continue.

“That’s enough for today, Princess—I mean, Queen—Balkis.” After two years, Tamrin still wasn’t used to calling me by my new title. He patted my head and stood up. “I’ve got to attend to my men and the camels.”

“Wait!” I pleaded, pulling on Tamrin’s shirt as he walked away.

“I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning,” he promised before turning the corner out of the courtyard.

Such a powerful man, with his ability to be blunt without offending me. I fingered the emerald necklace and walked over to my sleeping lioness, Orit, who purred as I petted her.

I went to bed early that night, because it seemed like a good way to speed up time so that I could hear more of Tamrin’s stories. Visions of the magical kingdom of Israel played in my mind.

I imagined myself visiting there someday, even though I knew my protectors would never allow me to cross the border and go outside of Sheba. “Too much is at stake!” they’d warn.

We were a wealthy nation, rich in precious metals, stones, spices, and oils. Our water basins were always full, thanks to our Wādī Dhana watercourse and the Mārib Dam, which irrigated our crops and provided drinking water for our families.

Fortunately, since we sat at the lower edges of the Red Sea, our country was too isolated for invaders, and we’d enjoyed 500 years of peace and prosperity.

As royalty, I had my every need met. I was bathed, fed, and dressed in the finest ways. I didn’t have to pay or work for anything. Sure, I had to attend boring staff meetings, sign documents, and occasionally make diplomatic decisions, but basically I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

I should have felt grateful, and ecstatic about my good fortune, but I didn’t. Something was missing from my life . . . but what?

Excerpted from Solomon’s Angels, a historically and Biblically accurate novel by Doreen Virtue, available at bookstores worldwide in various languages, and also available from GoodReads at: https://goo.gl/N5HQ0w