John Ocean awoke with an enchanted vision: he was performing magic. Beside him was a small table with various magical props a stage magician uses. He had a wand in his right hand and a coin in his left. He was reminded of the tarot card Magician.
Getting out of bed, he walked over to the window and looked out at his garden. In the dream, he remembered, he had walked out on stage. Standing next to a table, he had picked up the coin and then the wand. The dream had dissolved leaving him with the vision of Mage. The image carried an intense feeling of power and confidence. He savored the feeling and decided he liked it. But he had a new client, who had contracted for his investigative services, so he put the vision out of his mind. Later when he had leisure time, he would revisit it. And perhaps his friends Mary Rainbow, proprietor of Rainbow Inn, and Od Tinker would have some insights.
Rainbow Inn was quiet, a lull after the busy lunchtime and before the dinner hour. The Inn was a well-known vegetarian restaurant and social center on Ocean Avenue. Aromas from the soup kettle mingled with fragrant odors from herbs hanging from the ceiling rafters and flowers nestled in the windowsills. Mary Rainbow had two large kettles the vegetable soup was prepared in. One kettle was used for lunch and the other for dinner. When the soup ran out, that was it until the next kettle was ready. The soup’s ingredients changed daily. Besides vegetarian meals, a variety of teas and coffees were available. The seven herb tea was the Inn’s specialty.
Mary was sitting at her private table with John and Od, the owner of Trading Shop. Her dark brown hair was rolled into a bun and fastened with barrettes. When hanging loose, it reached below her shoulder blades. Her brown eyes sparkled as a secret smile played upon her lips.
A pot of seven herb tea was located in the middle of the table ready to refill empty cups. A plate with small pieces of carrot cake was next to it. While they were enjoying the refreshments, John told them about the rather weird dream he had experienced several nights earlier. They both listened quietly. When he had finished, John looked at them, wondering, and asked, “Any thoughts or feelings about my vision?”
“Well,” Mary commented, “the magic part certainly links to your own life and career as reality inspector.”
Od laughed. “True. True. Your life is magical. Yet the dream suggests a different type of magic.” He selected a piece of carrot cake and ate it.
“Yes,” Mary rejoined. “I thought of the tarot card.” Picking up the teapot, she refilled everyone’s cup.
“Magician,” Od added.
“A mystical quality.” John nodded and spread his hands. “But, and here’s the new element, a stage-performing mage.” He sipped some tea.
“Yeah. Like vaudeville performers of olden times.” Od was reminded of some magic posters in his shop. He suddenly realized they should be displayed more prominently.
“Houdini or Blackstone–those great magicians,” Mary remarked. Nibbling on a piece of cake, she considered the potential of staging more acts like magic. The Inn had a small stage and hosted a variety of performances, although most were music or drama.
“Yes, I like the idea.” John paused, sipping his tea. “But what is the sign here? What does the vision point me toward?”
“Okay, then, a new direction for you.” Mary shone her light upon them. “A different stage, the pun intended, in your career.” She felt a certainty all their lives were at a crossroads. They were being given the opportunity to make important choices.
Od chuckled. “Yep, a transformed reality inspector who creates a role in a new game.”
“Of course. It’s a game,” Mary quipped. For her a game, especially chess games, was a basic metaphor for life.
“The master game,” Od added. The cake was delicious, so he munched on another piece.
“And I’ll be the master game player. Yes, that feels good.” John beamed with approval. The idea appealed to him. He didn’t perceive anything wrong with it at the moment, yet he would mulled it over and inspect its potential reality. Just in case there were any leaks.
“Every game has its rules and goals and equipment so what about the master game. What’s its purpose?” Mary as usual went straight to the core of the issue.
“Is it going to be a board game or computer digital game?” Od replied.
“A mind game–that’s what it’ll be. The mage applies mind power to perform magical events. And he uses the magician’s tools like a wand and coins and cards.”
“So how does it differ from other types of magic? Magicians and wizards use wands and other tools too.” Mary maintained focus.
“If it’s real magic, not sleight-of-hand magic, what’s the distinction?” Od’s logic was lucid.
“Hmm. I know. It’s psychic power.” John had an aha.
“You mean like the force or something. Star Wars thing?” Od was back with his move.
“John, it’s more of a mystical direction. Are you certain you want to go there?” Mary was concerned.
“Why shouldn’t he? The force is similar to Chinese Tao. A basic power source,” Od replied quickly.
John felt a little awed and his face brightened. “Of course. The master game fits with many of the new ideas in science. First I’ll need to define the purpose and goal and then the rules. I would like you to help with the project. I’ll start working on it now.”
“You can count me in.” Mary smiled back.
“And you can’t keep me out.” Od chuckled.
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