After showering, Hank didn’t even flip on the TV for noise. He called room service, ordered his favorite from the menu, fettuccini Alfredo and Caesar salad. It was time to get clear on his next step. Hank pulled his clipboard and pen from the leather laptop case and got comfortable to write. Due to the events of the day, he was unsure of his direction.
He began writing and soon realized he must get back to his original direction. Designing how the world would accumulate money flow that was not controlled by the banks was what he needed to be doing, especially now that he knew of The Stiletto. Glancing over to the bed, he noticed the Aladdin’s Lamp book sticking out of the side of his laptop case. His first thought, he would owe a huge library fine by the time he returned home. Then he realized he should pay attention and study the aspects of the magic of the lamp.
The questions began to flow:
What did Aladdin actually do and say as he spoke to the lamp?
What happened each time?
What made it work?
What were the mechanics?
The ansers flew onto the page:
Aladdin had a wish or desire.
He clearly stated it.
He rubbed the lamp as he spoke his desire.
The Genie appeared.
As the Genie appeared time after time, the Genie would repeat: “Your wish, Master, is my command.”
It seemed to be a similar pattern with the fable, “Ali Baba & The Forty Thieves.” A phrase was said out loud, as was the same mechanics for Aladdin. The phrase for Ali Baba was open sesame. With that one statement, the entire side of a mountain opened up the vast treasures that were stored within.
The key elements of the granted wish seemed to be in expressing very clearly what Aladdin wanted and not being vague with the description. Next, was following the instructions of rubbing the lamp. The rubbing of the lamp seemed to provide a belief-level from Aladdin that by doing so, following the instruction, the Genie would appear and grant his wish.
The questions moving in Hank’s mind kept coming:
What made Aladdin believe in this lamp and its instructions in the first place?
What meaning was then attached to the Genie appearing and saying the words, “Your Wish Master is my command?”
What did the word ‘Master’ have to do with it all?
The same mechanics were applied to the mountainside opening as well in ‘Ala Baba.’ All these questions peppered Hank’s mind.
Hank knew that Ancient Persian writings contained words carrying an energy of esoteric meaning. This often meant offering something not seen or understood for its true value on the surface. Digging deeper would be like finding gold. He was about to discover the gold.
As Hank dissected the stories, images of the mineral mines in Nevada kept coming to mind. This had been Jocy’s last piece of investigative work for Hank before she ended their relationship. Did this have anything to do with anything? Surely it must, he decided, giving him more clues to what he was still clueless about.
The passion and excitement began building higher and higher. Hank was on to something huge and he knew it. As he continued to write, discoveries were uncovered within the insights that flowed to him in such speed he couldn’t write fast enough! He almost questioned where the information was coming from, but part of him knew the source. He dismissed the questions as he did not want to interrupt the genius that was pouring through.
The flow eventually ended, all his questions answered. He understood Aladdin’s role, the lamps role, who and what the Genie represented. Still, he was stuck on the word Master, but left it alone, confident it would come to him at the right time.
A knock sounded on the door. “Room service.”
Hank opened the door with a little apprehension. The waiter walked in with the pushcart of food. “Hello Mr. Ramsan.” He handed Hank the receipt for him to sign, then whispered, “Alex wants you to know you can feel comfort and sleep safely this evening.” The waiter said in a louder voice, “Thank you Mr. Ramsan. Have a restful evening.” He turned and walked out the door.
Hank did feel a sense of relief, and was glad to know that Alex was apparently watching out for him.
Now was the time for the next phase of his work, the actual design of the apparatus that he would take to the world. It had not yet come to him. He decided to enjoy the dinner before him, knowing from previous experience that thoughts would then settle in with some organization.
Fettuccine Alfredo turned Hank into a daze for a moment. Flashes of Jocy flew into his heart and mind. She used to make it, being one of her great dishes. His mind wandered back to his moments with Jocy, but he purposely stopped. He did not want to get sentimental and emotional in the same moment with so much at stake, including her life. He must keep his mind clear, and stay on top of things. Hank brushed away the memories by saying, “This is not the time to get all sappy!”
He reached over to turn on the TV for distraction. Just as he was about to flip the switch, the idea began to form in his mind. The design of what he would take to the world! The very item that could be freely distributed by hand, word of mouth, mail, e-mail, the Internet, books, tapes, radio and television, newspaper! The very thing that would be an Aladdin’s Lamp for each individual of the world who was willing to use it. And, it wouldn’t cost them anything. All they must do was ask someone who had one. Or they might see or hear someone talking about it and then ask for one! The asking seemed to play an important role.
The name flew into his mind: The Magic Wall! By that point Hank was beside himself. He knew this was it. He had no question or doubt. This was it! All he needed to do was formulate the instructions of how to implement The Magic Wall, which would make it easy for each person. Then the next part would involve the ways and means of getting The Magic Wall into the hands of the entire world as quickly as possible. The more people that had one, would create even more people who had one. The momentum would feed on itself as it was carried around the world.
Hank’s direction was now clear. The reason he had come to Houston in the first place was to find some connection to Saber. That is exactly what he accomplished. In fact, easier than he thought, since Saber instead found him. The bonus or seemingly so, was Jocy was now back in his life on some level, although not the best of scenarios. Still she was back in his life based on the information that Alex Saber, Jocy’s brother brought forth.
With Houston, and finding Saber now accomplished, where would he go next? Would he go back home? Going back home didn’t feel right, but he needed an answer. Especially now he needed an answer because his concept was in place. Now was the time to begin the full implementation of the plan. Where and how would he start?
Hank did what he always did when he needed an answer. He pulled out what he had been calling his Magic Clipboard, and then ‘wham’ a new inspiration hit! His magic clipboard worked like the Aladdin’s Lamp and was a perfect design and example for The Magic Wall. The excitement was almost more than Hank could stand! The flow of thoughts were pouring very fast!
These words flew from Hank’s pen to paper:
I now have ease and peace at what is before me. I now ask for clear direction as to how to design, implement, and deliver The Magic Wall to the world. This comes to me in ease, peace, fun, love, and affection.
Hank set his clipboard over to the side, and pushed the food cart out into the hallway. As he was getting ready for sleep, he decided to turn on the TV to help him unwind. The first picture appearing on the screen was the Empire State Building in New York City. In an instant, Hank knew that was his next destination.
The last time that he visited New York City was to see Madonna in concert, one of the major events in his life. It was an event he created with his magic clipboard while sitting in his famous blue leather chair. At that time the Twin Towers were still standing and friends had asked to take his picture while standing in the atrium of the World Trade Center. He was reluctant at first, but then said yes.
Hank stood underneath the identifying sign that read: “The World Financial Center.” This had no meaning to him until a few weeks later when he was given copies of the pictures. He knew that his standing by that sign, a symbol of the world’s money systems, would carry a much larger meaning at some point due to his quest. He had no idea at the time what this would really mean as a sign for his future and that of the world.
Hank called down to the front desk before turning in for the night and asked that the concierge make flight arrangements for him as early as possible to get to New York City. One of the many benefits of having money and staying in nice hotels was efficient service, and Hank took advantage of it whenever possible.
In the back of his mind he knew that others would know the information about his flight to New York. However, he was not interested in watching his back. Forward was his direction, and if someone was going to follow him, whether it was Alex or someone else, then they may as well come along for the ride. He somehow felt protected.
Phone call completed, Hank replaced the receiver, turned out the light and fell fast asleep. The very next thing he heard was the phone ringing at six the next morning. It was the concierge informing him in a very nice manner that the reservations had been made for his flight and that a car would take him to the airport. He was to be ready in the lobby by 7:30 for the ride to the airport for the 8:45 a.m. flight.
His day was a go!
He decided to eat breakfast in the hotel restaurant but had put a sign on his hotel door the previous evening for a pot of coffee to be delivered early.
Just as he climbed out of bed, the coffee arrived. The same waiter of last evening’s fettuccini brought in the tray of coffee. Again, he leaned over to whisper to Hank as he presented him with a receipt for signature. The waiter softly spoke, “Alex will be enjoying big apples as well.”
Hank knew what this meant. Alex was aware of his trip to New York, and he also planned to visit The Big Apple. Hank would have company around him during his travel. He wasn’t sure if this was a good thing, but chose not to focus on that. His next step was destined to be New York City. Not being a doubting Thomas, he knew the particulars would be shown. His job was remembering to pay attention and following what showed up. So far, so good.