"I’m forced to deal with what I feel,
there is no distraction to mask what is real” (x)
You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don’t, they don’t speak for us
I’ll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
What class was this??
120A with… Kubiak?? … I think??? It was definitely 120A, fall 2011. :)
I had a professor in college who deigned it necessary to teach us how to perform both white and dark magic. I’m not kidding. This man was characterized by white hair and white mustache and an esoteric view of theater that boggled all of our minds in the stuffy lecture hall. His class was painfully dull and pretentious, but sometimes he surprised us.
I wish I could quote him directly…
First, he made us close our eyes and take deep breaths. He told us to picture our loved ones and our passions. He told us to let it fill us up. He told us to wish well for ourselves and for our friends and classmates and families. He told us to visualize positivity and send it out. He told us to picture someone specific and to wish them wellness, health, happiness and peace.
"That’s white magic," he said when we opened our eyes. "It is so easy and so good for you and for those around you. And it is very powerful."
Then he taught us that dark magic was negativity. It was ill-wishing and hatred and heavy, oppressive malice. He told us we could all perform it, and that it was as easy as letting our hearts turn bitter.
And then he turned all serious, his thick white eyebrows furrowing. “You should never perform this kind of magic. It is harmful to everyone around you and it is harmful to you. It is evil.”
The lecture hall was struck silent. I remember reeling from it. I remember exchanging wide-eyed looks with my friends. After class was over, we joked amongst ourselves that “only theater kids would sit through a lecture about magic.”
At the end of the quarter, on the last day of instruction at the end of a very trying and frustrating class, our professor addressed us again. His tone slipped from educational to sincere. His eyes scanned the room.
"I want to remind you all, on this last day of class, to go out and do good. To care about the world you’re in. To send out love. I want to end this class with a blessing, a little white magic: May you be well, may you be healthy, may you be happy, may you be peaceful."
Again, we were struck silent. I was struck silent. We turned in our final papers and left. We gathered at the pub to celebrate the last class over a pint or two (or three..).
I’m thinking about that a lot tonight. I’m on the cusp of the next big adventure, the next real step out into the world. And I am so excited. And I am so confident.
May I be well, may I be healthy, may I be happy, may I be peaceful.
And the same goes for you too.
Because a little positivity, just a touch of white magic, goes a long way.
Please watch this.
British journalist Jon Snow sums up the crisis in Gaza in three minutes.
He explains what he saw and the reality of the situation.
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