Having drinks and dinner at Solare’s last night
Camille and I were treated to a magic show.
“On the house” as Derek the magician put it,
a smart way to break down our first wall of resistance.
Not that we would have resisted too hard,
he was young, personable, good looking and we were fresh
from a long December walk and open to some fun.
You believe what the hands tell you.
One hand shows you the coin
and goes through the motion of passing it
to the eager, waiting, receptive other hand.
Which accepts the coin gratefully
holding it carefully from view
and, as hands do, passing it to pocket
where it will wait. Wait patiently
for the magical trip to the first hand
where with a wave and a finger snap
it goes, from empty pocket to closed hand
where the truth has been waiting for us to see
and we do and we are pleased.
He then did a clever thing with Chinese coins
and a ribbon, focusing on Camille, with the ribbon
ends held in his hand he magic’ed the coins
off the ribbon, and closed her hand around them.
And then coins from her hands to the ribbon.
I gave him a good tip and a “Merry New Year”
as I was feeling pretty good and enjoying myself.
Later we watched our magician at the next table,
as Derek did tricks for a ten year old and his mom.
I had the vantage point of watching from the side
and could see some of his handiwork. Seeing how
we are led to believe what we expect to believe,
that the coin will be passed hand to hand,
if that is what the hands tell us.
I think of other magicians, the un-professed ones,
the senator, ministers and businessmen,
who plant a strawman idea which we accept readily,
but is really un-examined but accepted as legitimate,
then take us un-wary listeners, down the path from there.
Beware of starting points, the coin may not have been passed hand to hand as expected.