People ask me how I got into magic and when on stage I have a funny and off color answer. The answer gets laughs and groans.
 
The truth about how I got into magic is that magic found me. It came looking for me. I was helping teach a class for a sales class and we taught our students to use showmanship with their presentations. I surmised correctly that magic could fit a sales presentation perfectly.
 
So I went to the local magic store and Steve Dawson taught me a money trick. That worked well on two fronts; (1) It was something that fit the sales training and (2) since I have always worked in finance it certainly worked well for my own sales. I always appreciated Steve because he could quickly determine what bit of magic would work well with a sales presentation. I appreciated him more because he would only sell items that the magic or wanta-be-magicians could master.
 
So over the years I became a magician. A real magician doing lots of shows all over for all kinds of audiences. Even though I have become a pretty good magician I so frequently grumbled to God because I wanted to be a musician, not a magician.
 
I was not passionate about magic but magic is passionate about me. Just as Moses saw God in the burning bush I saw God in my magic today.
 
This morning I did a show and talk about magic to a breakfast group. The group was sad because only a few days ago a young member was suddenly taken from life. Obviously the meeting was not rah-rah and great glee. I have done magic long enough to know to closely match my energy level to the crowd but in this case I had to bring them up just a little. I feel it would have been improper to go 'over the top' in this situation.
 
I started the show and long time speakers and maybe some magicians will know what I am talking about. But, I started the show, and my body was doing the magic and interacting with the crowd but I was in the soul of the group. I could watch them and I could watch me. I noticed that they began to lean forward. They begin to gently smile and their hearts started to tilt toward joy. I could feel them relax and begin to feel that 'Everything is OK'. Don't make too much of this because I don't know how to express myself as well as most writers... So, don't make too much of the words but I saw God in their souls. I saw joy. I saw happiness and I saw love. Something happened.
 
It struck me that for a few minutes--perhaps 30 perhaps 40 - but for a few minutes I help people be the best they can be. What is the best a person can be? Relaxed, comfortable, feeling gentle and safe, and feeling that all is OK with life. For a while I give people the space to feel that way.
 
I am grateful and will never grumble about magic ever again. I now see it as a great gift to me and to others and I am humbled and grateful.
 

1 Comments on Why I am a Magician

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10
2012
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Doug

Thank you for sharing this delightful story. It made me think about things, cheers cvc
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