I was still trying to make my living as a performer in 1977.
Clown work, Character wave at cars, and magic shows. Yes, really.
One night, I did a show in a conference room in the basement of a bank for a group of metaphysical devotees.
I played it fairly straight. I was wearing a (bad) suit or tuxedo, and I presented a couple of typical tricks, and then I tried a very difficult and finicky illusion - levitating a small piece of crumpled aluminum foil in between my outstretched hands -
Full light, audience within five feet.
And then something happened. I entered "Grazia" - I was the instrument of my magic, not the creator or seller of it.
That little piece of aluminum foil was levitating and the room was very still and happy.
They loved it. They believed it. They, in a way, created it through their suspension of dis-belief and allowing me to practice my craft.
The belief of magic had created those moments -
Magic is the truest feeling you'll ever feel.