THE MAGICAL MAGICIAN

By Lisette Proulx and Roger Bouchard

Written in November 1976

Translation from the French by Cinthya Brooks

 « To the greatest illusionist of our modern time, the late Doug Henning, who changed the world of magic completely by raising it to the level of a highly professionnal entertainment due to his exceptional creativity and personal enlightenment »

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                Do you know the story of Emily and the Magical Magician…Listen, it’s a wonderful tale of adventure!

                It all began very early one morning at that time of day which is not yet day, when the first few rays of the sun are beginning to poke up above the horizon giving a promise of the day yet to come.  Emily, like all those who get up very early in the morning, could already enjoy the first few warming rays of the sun while the others were still sleeping.  And she walked about, enjoying the crisp, clean morning air, following a pretty little footpath through the forest and delighting in all the lovely wild flowers she saw along the way.

                Parallelling the path was a gurgling, bubbling brook that wound through the forest.  Just as she came ´roung a bend in the path, she saw the Magical Magician. It was inevitable that she pass by that point in the path. He was not surprised to see her and Emily, charmed at once by his appearance, slowly approached him.

                The country folk had told tales of him for as long as she could remember.  Everyone said that he was awesomely tall and yet Emily found him rather small.  As he walked along, she noticed that he did not have to stoop down to pass ´neath the branches of the trees.  People said he was an old man, but she laughed to see him with his twindling eyes, his round jolly cheeks and his snow-white beard.  He, too, must have arisen quite early and have comme from very far away, she thought, because his hands were full of wonderful, beautiful flowers such as she has never seen before.

                She didn’t say a word and followed after him.  Every gesture of the magician was delicate and precise.  With one of his fingers he plucked the dew from a leaf.  His eyes were bright and shining. His feet slid noiselessly over the green moss.  One might almost say that he was deliberately keeping Emily waiting for something.  Just a little further on, in a clearing, just a little later, at the very instant when the sun was rising above the tip tops of the great pine trees, he invited her to sit down in the warm grass.

                In her village, Emily was known for her quick mind; the Magical Magician had recognized this right away.  So he performed for her some of his best magical wizardry.

                It grew very quiet…standing ahead of her a little ways he raised his magician’s hat and she could see small shooting stars coming out of it.  She laughed.  The moment seemed very magical and she was very happy and excited.  He bent his elbow and as he placed his hat on his arm, the first white rabbit was already piking out its head.  And that was only the beginning.

                Several doves jostled the rabbit as they flew out of the hat.  Next came scarves of many beautiful colours, flower bouquets, lovely silk dresses, necklaces and jewelry, celestial music, and finally, balloons, a thousand or so, came floating out of the magical hat.  Each time the Magical Magician reached into the hat, he caused to appear, Emily realized, the fulfillment of one of her disires.

                At that moment, Emily understood that anything and everything would be granted to her, and so, instead of balloons and baubles, she saw appear before her scenes of the countryside.  She saw the colours of each season, and the seasons turned one into another, and the seasons into years; the years into one age after another.  And thus it continued for quite some time.

                It was just before the sun had climbed to mid-heaven that the Magic ended.  The clearing took on its usual appearance; the birds began again their familiar songs, and the wind brought sounds of the children of the village playing their games.  Before departing, the Magician made a motion inviting Emily to choose a present from among the things that he had made appear.  Emily was very surprised and hesitated for a moment; then she heard herself suddenly say : “ Sir, the hat is what I choose. ”

                He smiled with satisfaction and as he made ready to hand over the hat, Emily, in her eagerness, ran to gather a few flowers, a few wild berries, and with humble thanks, offered them to the Magician in her white handkerchief.

                They exchanged presents…left, alone, very happy, she held now the magical hat in her hands.  And already wearing the first dress she had made appear from the hat, she turned around for one last look, and to her surprise, saw the Magical Magician disappearing in the distance with yet another, even prettier magician’s hat placed firmly on his head!

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Moral of the Story

Wisdom teaches us that we should always desire the highest first.  This is exactly what Emily chose in asking for the Magician’s hat.

Analogy

The hat of the magician represents the real Magic of Life, the field of all possibilities in pure consciousness.  We must first aim for the full development of our creative intelligence and as a result, all our desires will be fulfilled as if by Magic.

Question

Where do you see in this tale that the Magical Magician does not even need a hat to create magic?

Why is this?

Creative intelligence

The easy, natural and practical way to develop the full potential of creative intelligence within us is the daily practice of the Transcendantal Meditation Technique and the TM-Sidhis Program as taught by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi and the teachers he has trained in every country of the world.