Strangely when the phone rang I knew exactly who it was before I picked it up.
A familiar old voice asking if this person still belonged to a person they once knew years ago.
And just like that the years melted away, compressed to what felt like the span of a few minutes.
My best friend was back from the West coast and I was on my way out to meet him.
A perfect walk on the back, a chance to catch up and find out what happened to both of us through those years. I knew him from high school and once we both left for college we lost touch with each other for what seemed like no good reason.
I stayed in New York and they moved out to California to pursue acting, and philosophy, something else we had in common. Things had worked out well, and they returned back here with some friends to start up a new business venture, what we would now call these days a startup.
They asked if I remember all of the adventures we had in high school, skateboarding, the drama club, and the band.
I did.
Was I ready for another adventure?
It would be just like in high school, two brothers at it again, only better, more interesting.
What did they have in mind?
And this is where the tone shifted.
My friend was always charismatic and had a natural charm about him, a charm that was always on to an extent, and certainly that had not changed over the years. But now they seemed to pull back a bit, as if thinking about what they were going to say against a filter or an invisible checklist.
When they were out in California, they met an interesting group of people, that were part of a group, call it self-development and the human potential.
They joined the group and had great success with it
Transformative.
When I inquired a bit more, they asked if I believed in magic.
Magic?
This was the point where I began to think and filter my response.
Magic?
Part of the group was moving out to New York for the startup and it seemed only natural that they followed back home, and now that everybody was here a new temple was starting up.
A temple?
Kind of a masonic thing, only the theory is real, and the subject is magic.
My friend thought I would be a good fit for it, and they had arranged everything. All I had to do was meet some people at a party they were hosting Friday night.
When I inquired more that is when I realized that my friend couldn’t say any more, and that perhaps he had gone a bit to far in his friendship and enthusiasm.
Sure.
I’d come to the party and maybe I could find out some more.
I did believe in magic.
And that is how I found out about the G.D.
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