The Magician Within

We are all magicians in our own way. Our personas shift depending on where we are, who we are with, what we are reminded of and how old we feel at the time. We are all of the ages that precede the age we currently are.

A few nights ago I went out with some friends to a show of magic and illusion. What the illusionist said at the beginning of the show was that nothing we were about to see is true and everything is false. It got me thinking about what we put out into the world as part of our gift as illusionists.

Think about it. You have a job interview and you get all dressed in a suit that you may not have worn in years, for a job that you feel you do not have the experience for, yet you go into the interview with the mindset that you are going to convince them that you are the person for the job. While this external performance yields some anxiety to the naked eye, internally you are churning with a nervous stomach, your critic is being quite loud and overbearing and your mouth is dry. Hardly an experience you would like to repeat. Yet, in that moment you become a magician- perhaps you convince them that you are the perfect person for the job- perhaps you convince yourself that you are the perfect person for the job and perhaps you are sure that they will figure out that indeed you are merely an illusionist and they want the real deal.

Yet, as illusionists we are the real deal. If you act like you can do it, and you walk the walk, then aren’t you being more than just an illusionist and instead owning the power that illusion yields?

It reminds me of the childrens’ book, “The Little Engine That Could”. It did not believe it could get up the hill, it continued to try and push and wanted to give, and the internal voice continued to say  ”I think I can” over and over and over again. Build it and they will come. Another parable and it seems that when you can envision something and make it part of your truth then the different parts of yourself also become believers— the critic turns into the cheerleader while the nervous stomach becomes excitement.

What do you tell yourself when you are the critic?

What are the internal voices that allow you to forge ahead?

How do you feel when you are aware of your role as an illusionist?

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