Golden Dawn Temple New York

It was a perfect day for a perfect walk on Long Beach, with my best friend who was back in town. We had lost touch with each other for a little while, but just like that we picked up right where we left off. 

Our friendship was like that, a continuous flow where any missed time really didn’t feel like missed time.

They were back from the West coast after two years of adventure, back to start up a new business venture with some associates. It was a novel idea and was sure to be successful, but they were not here to talk to me about that.

Did I remember some of the past adventures that we had together, the rock climbing and skiing, the opportunities that they created?

Was I ready for another journey?

While they were in Pasadena they found something wonderful, a group, a temple.

Magic.

I listened to it as much as I could understand, and from what I could understand this was something very transformative, very special.

One of the reasons they were able to accomplish so much in such a short amount of time.

Now back on the East coast, along with some other initiates, they were starting up a temple, a temple I could be a part of.

No worries as it was all arranged.

Some of the people I met at the party last week were members, and they were sizing me up. While they couldn’t say who exactly they were at the party, the important thing was that OK had been given.

Think of the adventures we would have!

Had I every given any thought to magic?

Honestly, no.

ESP, telepathy, psychic stuff, crystals I guess. For some people that might be real, and for some people, somehow they might even be able to do something with it, but what was the point or need for magic? 

Time better spent doing better things?

Right, but what if magic *was* real?

Think of the possibilities?

Here was my chance.

I had to decline his invitation and it was rare in our friendship that I had genuinely surprised him in away they had not accounted for.

Why?

If only we were having this conversation a week ago…

I had been studying under a renowned master of movement, and as a part of that opportunity I was just given the chance to live in the studio as a student. It was an all or nothing deal, as in if I said yes everything else become secondary.

I saw no way I could do both given the time required, and I had already given my word.

Not having accounted for my response, I could see this created a bit of awkwardness between us. They had said a little more than required in enthusiasm, and now they couldn’t really say anything more.

A yes was a yes and a no was a no, which I completely understood.

That didn’t change how amazing it was for a walk on the beach with both a friend and a brother.

Just like last time it has been a few years since we last saw each other, and meeting under the stars, it was like time had not passed at all. We both had our adventures to complete, and now at a new point in life, it only seemed natural to check in again.

Starting a new business venture, meeting new masters.

Success in the City.

I didn’t ask about it, as that was the understanding, but I did think about it. I had thought about it many times since that walk on the beach, not really being able to put the *why* into words.

It was under that stars of the planetarium that they brought it up.

They felt compelled to say something, even though they weren’t supposed to.

Magic.

That temple had moved to the city, not far from here, and *if* I had decided to pursue that at some point, this is how I would go about doing that.

If I took that journey they would not be with me, life had taken them in a different direction, but their standing in the temple was still solid.

Why were they telling me this?

They really couldn’t say.

It was just a feeling.

Maybe it was the feeling I was having some years later, watching the Sun set and reflect off the steel and glass buildings of the city, how you could see them reflecting from the street,

I’m going to join a the temple.

A Golden Dawn temple.

Where that idea came from I can’t say, as it wasn’t me, but it carried conviction as if it was already a done deal.

Join a temple? I didn’t even know what the temple was, let alone how to go about doing that.

That question would be found in the City.

It didn’t take that long, only a few synchronicities, which lead to sitting down with a few members of the temple.

When I mentioned my friend, the name was not familiar, nor did the description match, as they certainly were a very unforgettable personality.

It was about halfway through the meeting that we realized that we were not talking about the same temple, as this was not the temple from my friend, but rather another temple altogether, never occurring to me that there could be multiple temples. It would seem that I was looking for one temple, but found another, and it was a little concerning to them as this temple was not one to advertise, operating under the rose.

Yet, here I was, and the chances of that really didn’t matter did they?

Easter Sunday, March 23^rd, right after the Equinox would be the day I entered the temple.

So why did I enter the temple?

It wasn’t for the magic, as I really couldn’t care much about that, and still really don't.

A story for another time, when we meet in person.