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Once there was a magician..

Once there was a magician that was content with all that he had.

And one bright and shiny day, growing restless about his desire to help others and sensing that he wanted to be the best magician in the world, traveled to another land far, far away to seek the knowledge of the grand Master coach.

He traveled with intensity and determination to a place where he could awaken that deeper longing for connection and to discover himself in a way that would help his people back home.

The training was delightful and all that he expected and more.

Yet, there was a message that he wanted to bring back home to his people that would empower them. So he asked the grand Master coach for those final words of wisdom.

The grand Master coach, glanced back at the magician, and smiled a knowing smile, and reaching inside the core of his being, said slowly and softly, almost at a whisper, “Desire. Magician, tell your people to keep a strong Desire for becoming who they are meant to be.”

The magician thanked the grand Master and then wistfully asked, “Is that it, Desire?”

“There is more,” the grand Master coach told him. “Tell them that they must also have the Discipline to carry forward and complete their journey.”

Again the magician thanked the grand Master coach and feeling that there may be more, asked, “Is that it, Desire and Discipline?”

“There is one more,” the grand Master coach replied, “Tell them that they must always have a sense of Humility. Desire and Discipline and Humility."

"To have the Desire to learn from their coach magician, and have the Discipline to trust their true self, and discover their calling in life, and the Humility to accept feedforward and take action immediately!"

"For FEEDFORWARD is the fruit that feeds Champions.”

By Rocky Romero

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Once upon a time..

Once upon a time, in late summer, there was a caterpillar who lived in a beautiful stately tree. This caterpillar was very happy in her tree because the sun was warm, the air was fresh and there were plenty of delicious green leaves to eat. Each morning, the caterpillar would leave her home next to the trunk of the tree and go out and find a  nice, sunny spot in which to spend the day. As she felt the urge, she would find some leaves to eat and thereby satisfy her hunger.

On one particularly fine day, when the sky was bright blue, the sun tenderly warm and the wind whispering through the leaves, the caterpillar was contentedly eating succulent leaves. As she glanced up, she happened to notice, far above her a beautiful creature that sailed through the air, gliding and fluttering on the wisps of wind. The creature came closer, and as the caterpillar realized it was a butterfly, she felt in her heart a longing for this new experience that each of us has at sometime in our life.

As the butterfly drew closer, she called up to it, "Butterfly, Butterfly, please teach me how to fly." In a gentle and sincere voice, the butterfly replied, "You'll know…soon enough." Our friend, the caterpillar, felt a great longing and sadness. Suddenly in her life there was emptiness and she found herself thinking that the butterfly's answer was not satisfactory at all.

She began to dream of what it would be like to float on the currents of wind, rise up above the tree that was her home, and to be able to see all that those heights would allow. So thinking, she spied on the currents of wind another even more brightly colored butterfly and called in a louder, more plaintive voice, "Butterfly, Butterfly, please teach me how to fly." Once again, she was answered with the same phrase, "You'll know…soon enough." and again, the caterpillar felt the longing for something that she felt was so close, but as yet was inexplicable.

As the days went by and grew shorter and shorter the caterpillar found herself feeling not only the longing to fly, but a sense of tired despair. She began to believe that she, being just a caterpillar, would never be able to be like the butterflies she had seen, that flying was really something beyond her station in life, even beyond her abilities.

As she grew more tired, she began to make for herself a cozy bed to sleep in, filling it with soft down and suspending it from a branch so that, as the wind blew and she slept, she could dream of being able to fly. She began to spend more time asleep, dreaming of flying, until there was a period of time where she slept for almost a week and had the most incredible dreams of being a butterfly. She could feel each whisper of wind and the joy of seeing for miles around, not only her own tree, but all the trees in the forest, and the streams and hillsides and, yes, even the mountains in the distance.

After the week was done, she awoke, and slowly climbed out of her bed. She noticed that she felt much different, that where there had once been only legs were now wings, and that the world looked different through her eyes, that colors were brighter. She could even hear the song of butterflies as they flew through the air. She realized that she had turned into a butterfly, and with a flap of her wings and her heart leaping in joy, she began to float and glide on the gentle breeze. She understood now that her dreams of flying had taught her much and helped her imagination from the mind of a caterpillar, and the experience went far beyond that.

As she glided past the tree that she used to live in, she heard a voice, from below calling, "Butterfly, Butterfly, please teach me how to fly." She looked down and saw a caterpillar calling to her, and heard her own voice saying, "You'll know…soon enough."

By Anne Linden

Once upon a time, in late summer, there was a caterpillar who lived in a beautiful stately tree. This caterpillar was very happy in her tree because the sun was warm, the air was fresh and there were plenty of delicious green leaves to eat. Each morning, the caterpillar would leave her home next to the trunk of the tree and go out and find a  nice, sunny spot in which to spend the day. As she felt the urge, she would find some leaves to eat and thereby satisfy her hunger.

On one particularly fine day, when the sky was bright blue, the sun tenderly warm and the wind whispering through the leaves, the caterpillar was contentedly eating succulent leaves. As she glanced up, she happened to notice, far above her a beautiful creature that sailed through the air, gliding and fluttering on the wisps of wind. The creature came closer, and as the caterpillar realized it was a butterfly, she felt in her heart a longing for this new experience that each of us has at sometime in our life.

As the butterfly drew closer, she called up to it, "Butterfly, Butterfly, please teach me how to fly." In a gentle and sincere voice, the butterfly replied, "You'll know…soon enough." Our friend, the caterpillar, felt a great longing and sadness. Suddenly in her life there was emptiness and she found herself thinking that the butterfly's answer was not satisfactory at all.

She began to dream of what it would be like to float on the currents of wind, rise up above the tree that was her home, and to be able to see all that those heights would allow. So thinking, she spied on the currents of wind another even more brightly colored butterfly and called in a louder, more plaintive voice, "Butterfly, Butterfly, please teach me how to fly." Once again, she was answered with the same phrase, "You'll know…soon enough." and again, the caterpillar felt the longing for something that she felt was so close, but as yet was inexplicable.

As the days went by and grew shorter and shorter the caterpillar found herself feeling not only the longing to fly, but a sense of tired despair. She began to believe that she, being just a caterpillar, would never be able to be like the butterflies she had seen, that flying was really something beyond her station in life, even beyond her abilities.

As she grew more tired, she began to make for herself a cozy bed to sleep in, filling it with soft down and suspending it from a branch so that, as the wind blew and she slept, she could dream of being able to fly. She began to spend more time asleep, dreaming of flying, until there was a period of time where she slept for almost a week and had the most incredible dreams of being a butterfly. She could feel each whisper of wind and the joy of seeing for miles around, not only her own tree, but all the trees in the forest, and the streams and hillsides and, yes, even the mountains in the distance.

After the week was done, she awoke, and slowly climbed out of her bed. She noticed that she felt much different, that where there had once been only legs were now wings, and that the world looked different through her eyes, that colors were brighter. She could even hear the song of butterflies as they flew through the air. She realized that she had turned into a butterfly, and with a flap of her wings and her heart leaping in joy, she began to float and glide on the gentle breeze. She understood now that her dreams of flying had taught her much and helped her imagination from the mind of a caterpillar, and the experience went far beyond that.

As she glided past the tree that she used to live in, she heard a voice, from below calling, "Butterfly, Butterfly, please teach me how to fly." She looked down and saw a caterpillar calling to her, and heard her own voice saying, "You'll know…soon enough."

By Anne Linden