Turn and Face the Strange
/Premise
In the most recent issue of Keepers, I talked about the idea of using things in the environment as de facto predictions or revelations for magic tricks, instead of just writing something down or pulling something up on your phone.
The premise I use with this isn't that what I'm showing them is a prediction, but that together we're "manifesting" this thing in the real world.
Consider the difference…
Prediction: I use DFB to force Michael Jackson on you. Then I show my prediction and it's Michael Jackson.
Manifestation: I use DFB to "select a random target celebrity for us to focus on." That celebrity is Michael Jackson. I tell you about this manifestation exercise I read about and the idea that if you focus on something hard enough, reality kind of echoes it back at you in certain ways. I walk you through a quick visualization exercise. We finish our lunch, leave the restaurant, step outside, walk down the street, turn the corner, and there's a Michael Jackson impersonator performing there.
Identifying the Target
Part One
I don't use DFB for this sort of thing. I use a winnowing technique because it feels more natural to me (and allows me to do it impromptu).
So, let's say my friend is visiting and I know that on our drive into NYC there's something I can use as a revelation.
At dinner I'll bring up the manifestation idea that I've been "reading about." Then I'll say, "The first step is to identify a fully random target."
From there I'll use some sort of 50/50 forcing technique to narrow down to the general category.
So I might do:
Person or Thing?
Celebrity or Someone you know?
Living or Dead?
Man or Woman?
Actor or Singer?
Forcing each "random" option along the way.
How?
—You can use the impromptu technique I discussed in the last issue of Keepers.
—You can use a controlled coin flip.
—You could use a magnetic coin. Have the person hide the coin in either hand. "If it's in this hand the target will be an actor. If it's in that hand the target will be a singer."
—You could use a dime/penny gimmick. Introduce a dime and penny. Say that you'll secretly choose one of the coins and isolate it in your hand, and then they get to designate one choice as the dime option and one choice as the penny option. "This way we're both involved so neither of us can control the outcome." You put your hands under the table and come out with a coin in your fist. You ask them to designate one coin to the Singer option and one coin to the Actor option. Whatever they say, you open your hand to reveal the coin that moves you to your force object.
Part Two
Once I get down to a general category, I use a technique from Phill Smith's Organic Mentalism lecture to force the specific thing. It's called The Universal and it's a way of associating different options to your fingers, and then using Quinta to force one. It's a very conversational, casual approach and works perfectly for this kind of situation.
So at this point I'll say, "Okay, so a dead, male, singer…" (Or whatever the category.)
"Let's come up with some options. Freddie Mercury… David Bowie… uhm, give me some more."
I then let them name the last three themselves.
You could just let them name all the options, hope they name the force option as one of their selections, and if they don't, offer it up yourself at the end. But I don't love that. It feels like you're trying to get that one option in. Which is especially suspicious when it ends up being the ultimate selection.
I'd rather act like I'm going to be the one making the selections and then open it up to their input as well. That feels like moving in the direction of freedom. As opposed to me shoving in an option at the end.
So I then use Quinta/The Universal to force David Bowie from these options.
I do a quick "manifestation exercise" to focus their visualization. This could be anything. I could have them think of three powerful memories from their past and imagine David Bowie is part of the memory. Or whatever.
I now set the stage for what's to come. "Okay, so if this works, we should manifest some element of David Bowie into the world in some way. Maybe hear a song from him or something like that in the next week or so."
Twenty minutes later, as we drive into the city, we see this.
"I don't believe this shit," I say, dumbfounded.
A Quinta Finger Force Finesse
Quinta is always strongest when you can tell them what you're going to do before they do it.
"You're going to think of any number. And then you're going to count on the fingertips of my left hand, starting from left to right, and going back and forth, until we end up on your number."
This sounds very definitive. But there are two natural ways to hold your hand out to them to count on your fingertips.
So you can control the orientation as you need to for Quinta.
Afterward
My experience with this premise is that the revelation gets an initial surprised reaction. A sort of, "Oh! Wow!" That initially seems to strike them as funny. But then, as they think back and consider how we got to the "manifestation target," it feels more and more impossible. We randomly selected a category. They helped choose the options. They chose the number that would select the random option.
Of course, while this is dawning on thm, I'm just stoking the situation by being a little freaked out. "That's never been there before. I lived here for 20 years and that mural was never there. I thought a song would just come on the radio or something.”
My friend was roped into the fiction enough to actually look it up online and see if she could find evidence of when the Bowie mural was made. "It's been there for years," she said.
I laughed. "Well, of course it would say that, goofball. You don't just manifest some object into existence. The whole universe shifts. We manifested a universe where that mural was painted years ago."
Later that night, after brushing her teeth, she came into my room and I was sitting on the bed looking at my phone.
"This is crazy," I said. "Wikipedia has David Bowie as having all sorts of hits he never had. Space Oddity? Star Man? Life on Mars? A few other ones too."
"Those are Bowie songs," she said.
"Huh? Those are T. Rex songs. Marc Bolan wrote those." I paused. “Oh shit… you remember it that way? I’m sorry. I… I don’t think I can stop it.”