Do you believe in magic?
Unbeknownst to us, events in our lives are often set into motion long before they take place. Steve Jobs said it best in a commencement speech that he gave at Stanford in 2005:
“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backward. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something—your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.”
Here is the full speech:
I adopted this concept after hearing Steve Job’s philosophy. It has made a drastic difference in the way I internally frame every event in my life. Nothing is random. Everything is to be used. This story is an example of the dots connecting.
Every summer, I spend time on an island in Maine. In August 2009 I attended a birthday party, where a man named Gerard Senehi was introduced to all the guests as a “mentalist.” He spent the next hour bending spoons and reading people’s minds. Always enamored with the mystical world, this was the closest I had come to witnessing psychic abilities described in the parapsychology books I studied as a child.
Later that evening, I approached Gerard outside on the porch. At my request, he handed me a business card. “Flip it around. That’s your birthday?” he asked. 1/23 was written in black ink, my birthday month and day. Speechless, I thanked him again and walked away. I wanted to call him immediately about an upcoming family party until I found out what he charged per performance. It was too much to shell out at the time, and I kept his card in my wallet, knowing the time would come to reach out. Here is Gerard’s website, because I know you are curious:
In the Fall of 2011, I was changing wallets and came across Gerard’s card. I called Daniel at work, and we decided to throw a party for a group of close friends. I called Gerard, and he agreed to our early February date. We met him for dinner in January to communicate our expectations for the event and get to know each other. We learned that before moving to New York City, Gerard had spent many years in a spiritual community. The group aimed to create awakening through meditation and other practices. Fascinated, I listened intently.
After the party, we made a plan to have dinner with Gerard and his wife. The timing of the dinner coincided with my new sober spiritual bottom. I didn’t even want to go until I remembered Gerard’s background.
Over a vegetarian meal, I expressed my confusion and hopelessness. Gerard emailed a few weeks later to say that he had someone for me to meet. His name was Jeff Carreira, and he was one of the teachers in the spiritual community. Skeptical and curious, I reached out to Jeff. The rest is magic.