faith fascinates me. it is something i heard a lot about in my childhood baptist upbringing. hours upon hours i sat in church services listening to this or that man tell me about faith. jesus said if we have faith the size of a mustard seed we can move mountains. i always wanted to move stuff with my mind or my faith i didn't understand the difference then. so i would sit and look at things in the auditorium and try to make them move with my faith. nothing ever happened in this dimension at least but i still enjoyed the thoughts of what people would do if the american flag on the corner of the stage lifted into the air and flew around the room for a bit. but then i would tell myself only faith will do it and it wont work if you do it for the approval or disapproval of other people. faith, like love,  is a one way gift. something that has nothing to do with the giver. let not thy right hand know what thy left hand does. magic is a kind of faith. magic is intent which is human, and faith is an eternal intention. magic is like hands on faith, using your human vehicle and the forces it effects to draw something from the universe or god. no ritual secular or religious is any good without intent. it is what gives magic its power. prayer really. but faith is something that your soul believes. it is something that goes with you when you leave this plane. true faith is very rare and  almost non existent. if a seeds worth will move a mountain then it must be very rare because i haven't ever heard of any mountains moving. then again maybe those people who have faith don't want to move any mountains . as a child in church i would sit and look at the people around me people i knew very well for my whole life. they all gave so much time to their faith but still i never saw any of them move a mountain. even the fiery circuit preachers who would travel through in their winnebagos. screaming out over a bad pa system and sweating and shaking their bible in the sky, even though they could move people, they still couldn't move mountains, i knew it. a lot of them ate at my house and i soon discovered why being a circuit preacher wasn't so bad after all and it didn't take that much faith really to ride around in a nice winnie shouting at people and calling them sinners only later to sit at their table and eat their cornbread.