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Magical Worlds - Day 2

Six am rises with the sun.  Although it cannot be seen, the unmistakable sight of the sun coming over the chapel is breath taking.  With the forcefulness of thunder come the voices from below, breakfast is being contemplated by some.  Eventually we make our way down, introductions happen and we all travel off to Tuscan Hall for the first day of who knows what.

 

Roy makes his way in, dressed for comfort.  Blue jeans and a sport coat.  As the day progresses it is very evident that this is a portion of the trip I expected, but is nothing like I imagined.  The comforts are here with the looming dragon over their shoulder.  Everywhere you turn you see something that has to have meaning, but what?  Everything is placed specifically where it is, but why?

 

I spend an amazing moment with a woman who is on her journey.  Many here are seeking knowledge, but there is more to these journeys.  We play the dance.  We talk in tongues of the Academy, but the message is not said.  We can both see it, we can both feel it, we both know it, but it is indescribable.  The encounter was delightfully frightful.  We laughed at nothing.

 

By the end of the day I had to know.  Why this place? Why here?  I fought the resistance and asked.  I was rewarded with the answer.  It was an answer I have given before.  Because I need to fix things that are broken.  The path is very evident in this rabbit hole to nowhere.

Magical Worlds Day 1 - Final

We arrived with great anticipation.  Dave for the heat me for the BBQ.  At 86F Dave was not disappointed.  At Artz Rib House neither was I.  We sauntered over to our midnight blue VW Rabbit, that Lauren so kindly provided us, and plugged in the GPS.  Before you know it we were on our way to BBQ heaven.

 

With a mix of pork country ribs and big honking beef ribs Dave and I settled into a feed.  The meat flew, the pinto beans were devoured ferociosly and the pico de gallo was conqoured.  All washed down with a few beverages of the malt variety.

 

Off to the winding path down a dark road we arrive to the Academy with the greating of the Tuscan Hall.  We make our way down the crushed rock path minding our footing as many a warning is displayed, "Unsure Footing - Use Caution".  Into our room "Ramsey".  The wind howls ferociuosly on a warm Texas evening.  The heat lightening flashes as if from nowhere.  Lights of Chapel Dulcina on the hill in the distance.  You can feel it.  The air hangs thick with the thought of what is to come......

Thought and 9 Little Words - A contuation of Day 1

So here I sit with no one but myself.  Amazing who you will find.

 

I open up a book that opens up my soul.  I read them.  Though I have heard them many times before it is like a window into my soul.  They have been spoken but never heard in the context of life.

 

"The Risk Of Insult Is The Price Of Clarity"

 

Is this what I have needed to hear all along?  Is this what has been eating at me all this time?  Have I just been filtering my thoughts and emotions worrisome of what others would think?  How is it we live our lives always worrisome of what others think?

 

Today this journey into my soul has allowed me to see clearly what has been there all along, me.  The person that others can see.  What an amazing thing it is to have seen your own soul.

 

I think I am ready.  Ready for for the next step.  Ready for my life to take on something new.  Ready for all that comes with this journey I have departed on.

 

Just think, all this before I even made it to Austin.

 

M

Magical Worlds Trip - Day 1

So here I sit, delayed in TO. My how you have to love the snow. It seems that Chicago is in the midst of a large snow storm. I did not heed the warnings that we all get - check your flight before you leave. So here I sit.

In earlier days I would probably have been pissed off, stressed out and complaining like no other. Instead I hunkered down with my trusty laptop and did some work. Amazing what a little time and perspective can offer you. So here I sit.

The excitement is building and the anticipation grows. I am on my way to a magical place called the Wizard Academy. There are many that have asked for updates and summaries of my trip. From what I hear, this will be near impossible. One said that it would be like a 7 year old explaining a PHD Doctorate session. So here I sit.

Watch for my daily update about the time spent listening to the Wizard himself. For now I must go as my trusty laptop needs a trusty electrical outlet. So here I sit.