
Even as children, we knew being and/or appearing greedy was unseemly. This meant that the first of those three wishes had to be:
I wish for world peace.
Next, we’d add something everyone else in the neighborhood had gotten for Christmas or a birthday. Like:
I wish for a new Schwinn Sting-Ray bike in flamboyant lime
Since the powers that be said it was illegal to use the third wish to ask for three more wishes, a lot of us tacked on something to help the family:
I wish Grandpa would get off the sauce.
Those of us who read fantasy fiction were careful about the kind of genie we’d ask to meet our wants and needs. Otherwise, even the most carefully worded wish would contain a hideous catch. Hence the pastime of making up and spreading genie jokes.
Here are several from James Martin’s page:
- During a first date a man and a woman were telling each other about their pasts. The man said “A genie once gave me the option of becoming more attractive to women, or having an exceptional memory.” “Which one did you choose?” the woman asked. He replied, “I don’t remember.”
- A representative said, “I wish I was on an island surrounded by beautiful women.” Poof. He was on an island with gorgeous women fawning all over him. “This is the life,” the congressman sighed. “I wish I would never have to work again.” And poof, he was back in his government office.
- A man was walking down the beach and picked up a very old bottle. As he rubbed it to remove the sand a genie popped out and said, “You can have one wish.” The man thought for a minute and said, “Make it so all women will love me.” Poof, in an instant the man was changed into a bar of chocolate.
And those are the sanitized examples.
We usually heard the beggars would ride quote when parents, ministers, stand-up comics, and other authority figures hear us wishing for things they thought we should work for: (e.g., I wish I had good grades). Work for it? How lame is that?
Long before “The Secret” was published, I read a bunch of magic books that said I could manifest stuff with my thoughts. There there are two catches. (1) You have to truly believe the mainfestation will happen. (2) If you manifested $10000000 into your bank account or a new Rolls Royce into your garage, you’d have to explain to the IRS where you got it.
Working for it is easier than wishing for it, or so it seems.
–Malcolm
People are still shooting each other, having sex, drinking too much wine, getting married, watching bad TV, dying of old age (so long Glynis Johns at 100), and eating too much fast food. When will it end?
We expect too much magic, it seems, with the changing of the year. Or maybe we don’t expect enough. Or, worse yet, we expect the same old, same old. Speeding tickets, DUIs, getting fired, getting hired, texting too much, running into a tree while texting, being shot by the cops while breaking into a store, finding the Oak Island Treasure. Yes, when will it end?
Once upon a time, when I was starting to take my curiosity about esoteric subjects seriously, I read Wisdom of the Mystic Masters and other books by Rosicrucian author Joseph Weed. As a Rosicrucian, Weed was no doubt aware of the fact that the road to mastery is a long road. So, in looking back on these books, I’m surprised at how they were so blatantly oversold (this reminds me of The Secret) in that they implied all you had to do was read a popular account of ancient lore and soon thereafter you would become all-powerful and quasi-divine. Like The Secret, these books came and went quickly because–while there was truth in them–it could not be learned and perfected during the halftime show of the football game that had taken over the living room’s TV set.
If you look closely at what these hyped books offer, it’s very similar to what James Allen wrote years ago in his wonderful 1903 book As a Man Thinketh. My father had this book on the family’s shelves and I read it long before I’d ever heard of Weed. From the book of Proverbs. Chapter 23, it is written, “As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.” In my view, this is all we need to know. No hype is needed.
I’m re-reading for the second or third time Holy Blood, Holy Grail by Baigent, Leigh, and Lincoln because the subject matter is fascinating. I’ve lost track of all the Templar-related books I’ve read, not counting Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code.
Re-reading this book brings back many memories of the research I did in the past into such subjects as the work of artist Nicolas Poussin (1594–1665), especially his two paintings labelled Et in Arcadia ego which are also mentioned in the books of the Francis Bacon Research Trust. Arcadia represents, is it said, heaven on earth and yet the coffin in the painting suggests the presence of a darker side. The prospective bloood line of Christ, notably in the French Merovingan dynasty and the Plantard family is also interesting.
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“Dear Malcolm,” the pitch begins, “years ago when I was as drunk and sick as you probably are today, I sat next to the statue of an angel of grief in a dark cemetery in Paris’ 20th arrondissement on All Saints Day smoking my way through a pack of Gauloises–a patriotic pastime in France in those days–pondering how to return my life to the holy promise it had been when I was born. My vision–or perhaps it was reality–showed me how to fix all the broken places of my life and I was surprised then beneath a light rain how easy it was to do that. I will show you how my life became defined by unlimited joy, health, and wealth if you will subscribe to my daily e-mail letter ‘Bonne Chance’ for a mere pittance.”
And yet, most people appear to accept the fact that there’s something “wrong” with Friday the Thirteenth.” The darned movie strengthened people’s fears but didn’t cause them. The movie’s plot reads like the scary stories we used to tell around the campfire on Boy Scout camping trips. The movie, I think, is best viewed on a dark and stormy Friday the Thirteenth when, if the force is against you, the power will go off and you’ll hear the serial killer in the basement waking up from his/her nap.
Those who know me (poor dears) know that I believe we create our own reality. So, if you don’t want anything “bad” to happen, then it won’t. Others who know me do not like my “number’s up theory,” which is that if your number isn’t up, nothing untimely will happen on the 13th. If it is up, well, you’re not safe in your own house.


ystems of new age and/or old wisdom often include exercises designed to enhance one’s imagination, “see” things at a distance and determine diseases and other problems others may be suffering.
