“Magic, Magic, Magic

Magic, Magic, Magic

I got the Magic in me!”

— B.O.B.

Thursday night adorned with crowds dressed in black.  Something about black screams festive and fancy.  Last time I saw crowds like this out on a Thursday night it was after the great Southern California wind storm of 2011.  That time it was because there was no electricity.  Tonight the electricity was buzzing due to 92 Australians setting theMagicCastle’s twinkling lights on super magic mode.  Their wands were the shape of orange “free drink” buttons nestled on their lapels compliments of their wood flooring fairy god mother.

My own pass to the Castle came graciously from the Whistling Diva, daughter of one of the 150 founding members of this historic landmark.  Stepping inside you are magically frozen in the splendor and grandeur of times past.  Mandatory dress code:   jackets for men, “pretty” for women.  Isn’t it great ladies we don’t really have a dress code, just show up looking good, more skin the “prettier”.  Upon entering, a first-timer Castler in our party, came sans jacket.  He was offered the “house jacket” for which he could produce no I.D. to securitize said jacket. Sending a sense of hushed anticipation over our small but mighty group, I was Abracadabra-ing a spell my own mind spell over the maître d‘castle (boss man) as well as crossing my fingers it would not ruin what was to be a magical evening.  With our “thought wands” we prevailed and we poof we were all in. Into the parlor where Irma, the magical self-playing piano, greeted us with a tune the Diva whistled to while she opened the gift provided by the jacketless couple.  To the untrained naked eye unwrapped the gift appeared to be a box of See’s Candy.  Alas upon opening it was merely a box of bath bubbles.  I looked around for a Hogwarts wizard to Shazam the box into See’s candy only to see more “Free Drink” orange-button wands.

Settling into the evening, a little Vegas and a little vaudeville, the magic is fun and mysterious.   Mesmerized by every “trick”, I wondered to myself “What is magic?”  An illusion, a Harry Potter wizard’s spell, or simply the ability to change a box of bath foam into candy?

Or is magic simpler than that?  Is it believing in something so much that you will it into existence with a lot of focus, dedication and action?  Look around; so much of today’s magic seems less like Hogwarts and more like Silicon Valley.  Examples are found in Facebook, Craig’s list, I pad, snuggle blankets or just dreaming.  Is it magic to have a vision even when other people think you are crazy and just going for it?

If having a vision and bringing it into being is magic, then magic abounds in Playa.  Over the past 10 years I have seen ex-pats, foreigners Germans, Italians and others start their own lives and businesses in paradise.  What once was a sleepy fishing village has become the Hogwarts of wood be magicians from around the world.  To follow your dream into a tropical paradise is perceived by some as the Webster’s definition of magic, “an extraordinary power or influence seemingly from a supernatural source.”  How else could someone follow their dreams into such a magical place?

What is your dream?  What is your vision for your life?  One thing I know for sure, the magicians at the Magic Castle practice their craft.  They are focused, determined, love what they do and most of all do it every day.  So here’s the question?  Do you focus on your vision?  Are you determined to have it?  Most of all do you love it, cherish it and nurture it?

True Magic starts with you and YOU can create anything you want as long as you believe.  You go the Magic In You!