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Controlling belief, Impressions, and Self-Control

With the preceding blogs I attempted to put one real thing in perspective, and that is that we can change our own lives and the lives of others by controlling our own beliefs. I can say today that anything is possible, and it is possible through our action, choices, and the passion that hold up those choices.




Prison

I have talked about my long 13 and a half year stay in prison. What was more difficult to convey were the feelings that I had, and the challenges that were imposed in that state, and still perpetuate throughout my life labeled as an "ex-felon." Imagine a world in which you were not only legally, factually, and systematically judged by those around you and the greater population. That was the real taking away of freedom, because when I was a 15 year old boy ages ago, I made a bad decision to follow a crowd. (I followed that crowd because I believed in them.) Every Correctional Officer, Teacher, and Counselor I had did not see me as Vouthynar Sovann. They saw me as an inmate - a convicted felon. I was not a person; I was a number, a stain, and ultimately, something that had an eventual negative fate.



What they believed about me was something I did not, and at this moment at April 19th 2010, do not feel and think about myself. What I learned through this struggle was that I had to change people's minds. I had to change the world about me. The performance of this magic effect was not a lie, it was real life. In my time in prison, I took over 3 accounting jobs in the Dietary department at age 17 when I scored a 304 on my GED. A position that was filled by three adults were held and worked by one sole teenager. I then made a choice never to join a prison gang or religion as that same Asian American Teen. I then was a part of a team the tutored GED students that were struggling and helped 5 people gain their diploma. I then moved on to changing College Survival Team and created fundraisers within the prison that benefited the Thurgood Marshall Scholarship fund by 10k dollars. I was the first of 20 chosen inmates to gain an Associate’s Degree in that prison. I then moved on to be the College tutor, and taught myself how to network computers to save the college program. A year after that I helped create two college courses under the American Council of Education to continue the college program within for less of a cost. The college program went from 20 students to 275 students all together. While doing all that, I became a member of Reasoned Straight which counseled troubled teens and children throughout the state in halfway houses, foster homes, group homes, in jail, and juvenile programs for police departments throughout Maryland.



After all that, it took 13 years for the people who had power over me to realize that the part I had in my crime was the most minimal out the bunch, and from that, that God...I received a 5 year reduction from my sentence.

The point here is to have you guys realize that anything is possible. Even when those around you will attempt to limit you, you can outshine those limits throughout your own view about yourself and beyond. It was not easy, and essentially, I made many sacrifices and went through a lot of heartache, but I did it.





Magic

It was through the art of Magic which I learned more about impressions, suggestions and performance. Be sure to know that it has nothing to do with reputation, because a reputation for a convict is just of that. The best advice that I read coming from a paper magic pamphlet was that as a performer, you play a character. The best character would be just a small exaggerated version of you. What I got from that paraphrase was that being yourself is the best performance you can give to the people around you. In essence, this idea spread to all the points of my life. If magic is the ability to will the world around you, then the best way to do it is to give all of yourself to others as best you can at any moment.




Philosophy


What I learned from philosophy is this. We can believe an anything, and that we can make life, its purpose, and the direction you take - in anyway also. This belief allows me my own belief, while at the same time, recognized the beliefs of others. What I choose to live by are Truth, Freedom, and then Love. Those are my fundamentals because I questioned who I was because people already had an opinion of me; no one else was going to do it. Throughout time, people had basic ways of seeing life. These ways of seeing life shaped their lives and those around them. If we looked at all the practical views, we see there is nothing but views, actions, and the consequences that flow from them. If I chose years ago, that I was a mere convict, which many inmates do and accept, I would have never come to write this blog, be amongst the public, or going the direction I am going.



My Life Now

People told me that I wasn't going to survive prison. I did. People told me getting my GED at 17 and a score over 300 was shooting too high. I did that too. People told me that getting into Maryland
University as a felon, who just got out, and with limited means would be next to impossible. Obviously, that is not so. The sole reason I would hope to convey to you is that life is both a performance and a competition within yourself. Both take a degree of engagement, work, and inner war that is never ending.

Believe in Yourself. Once you see the world as you have come to fight to make it, you will see what true magic is all about. To me it's about changing your own world view and the view of how the world is to others.

“What if” and how to limit the Opener into a Fork

Most magicians worry about what their first effect is going to be when they perform. After that, they go through a very polished set of tricks that they know very well. The problem for me is that the more polished it looks, the more fake the illusion becomes. I don't want that for my audience, so it takes much more pre-thought and general rules for myself to accomplish impromtu magic. You are dealing with the problem of "if." If spectator does this, then I as the performer will do that. It becomes jazz, improvisation, and the possibilities become virtually limitless. Magic becomes stronger when you can take a venue which is uncontrollable, and make it tame without your audience knowing. This blog will explain what I think pre-work is, and how this preparation manipulates the very fabric of reality of the audience by splitting things up into two. This is a magician’s view of first impressions, the approach not only sets the tone, it’s a set-up of the set-up of the tone, but if you define the tone in two views, you can control it.

Magic is about seeing something that is unexpected, but for me, it’s about giving what is unexpected before the magic begins. From here, we move vast questions into basic if/or problems. When you take things into “this or that,” you can organize things in a prepared and impromptu nature in both performance and in your personal life. Impromtu answers become simple as having a simplified answer for two different conditions.



So how do I work this? I try to routine things in such a way that the choices become more limited while the spectator believes them to be more vast. I don’t want people to believe that trickery isn’t real; no, in fact, I want them to believe that there is a distinct difference between what I am doing, and a basic trick. I begin brainstorming circumstances in which in extreme cases, I would have to handle magic, and do it in a serious way. Usually, I can classify things in groups of two’s. Simply, with my dealings with people, I have learned that the obvious division is between people who know I am a magician, and those who don’t know. Yup, that pretty much sums up everyone around me.

Now, this is where I diverge from most magicians. I take a passive role with people who don’t know I am a magician. I have nothing to prove. An aggressive state becomes more needed when people who are on guard about magic in my opinion. They are looking to catch a trick, not be entertained. I also begin playing chess when a friend brings their friend over and says “V, show my buddy a trick!”



Basic Examples:

• If I don’t know the person, I usually strike up a conversation. I place personality before my magic. To them, I am a stranger. Pulling out a deck of cards would only freak them out more, so usually go for effects that are mental. I choose coincidence over straight up attacking them. They happen to think of the number 17, the same number I wrote down. This effect allows me to read their body language and how they take magic. I am asking myself, in what state of reality is this person in, and then willing to go to. The person they were just getting to know better has become a stranger yet again. Then I talk about how people are relatively easy to know. I do a cold reading about who they are, by certain characteristics. Now we have coincidence and maybe a little pop psychology. At this point, I amp it up. I put a piece of paper in their hand and ask them to think of a color. Before they open their hand, I ask them how many colors are there in a big box of crayons. I ask them why they chose the color in their hand. I walk away and leave them with that paper in their hand. What do you think happens when they find that the paper in their hand has the color that they chose? What do you think happens about the definitions of the effects they saw as coincidence prior?

• When someone knows you are a magician, you must take control. Polished magicians go through their motions, because they are happy for the limelight and are comfortable as being defined as a performer. My magic is not who I am, it is just a party of me. To them, I am just another guy tricking people. Right then and there, I am choosing which effect would rip both the notion of myself being a clown with cards, and the sense of reality that they already have. In this instance, I can pull out my deck of cards and place it in their hand. I can ask them to think of a card, and they will find the card that they were thinking of turned being the only one over in the deck. The rubber bands that was holding the flap of the deck closed will evaporate through the deck, and then finally through each other in front of their very eyes. They get no break from me. I evade their personal space, I involve their friend, they don’t have a say in what is to come, and in the end, they saw something unique.

So why does my approach work for my personality? The definition of impromptu is the ability to adapt to any situation. I have over 100 stock effects, but all of them can be classified to normal effects or spectacular effects. Being a blog about magic and reality, why in the world did I make such simple things so ever important? What I have learned is that almost everything can be divided by two. If you can divide by two, you can also multiply by two. In any situation, that person that I just met might become an aggressive spectator who all of the sudden a person who questions every effect you do. I have now the ability to switch gears when needed. I have my answer to an aggressive audience member already.



The point is that you can adapt to any situation if you have an answer for either/or questions. The unexpected becomes expected, and execution of what seems to be spontaneous, is just a fork in the road. If you can limit your audience to just two sides, it’s easier to chop down a whole branch than to pick at the many leaves. Any conceptual problem can be answered practically by limiting the problem into two limits. Instead of asking what would make a person believe in magic, why not just limit it. Just ask, does this person believe in magic already? The answer is yes or no, and in either way, you eliminated half your problem.

This was just an introduction to the conceptual part of magic. As I have learned, it’s all persuasion and rhetoric. I am attempting to influence you to believe. I can succeed or fail. I chose to hold back more detailed information because you can think freely on how this can affect how persuasive you are. I again, could have influenced you correctly, or not influenced you at all. If you don't read into this deep enough, you wont get the point. (Have you ever noticed how things are divided into two anyways? [Democrat/Republicans, Citizens/Aliens, Pro-Life/Pro-Choice?] I won't give you the methods, because I do follow the code of a magician, but I will point you to the right way...Law 31 of the 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene. If you control both the horns of the bull that you maul your audience with, then you can control that outcome. The ending point is to move to controlling reality of others is the work of controlling your own reality. If you noticed, we began with ourselves and how it changes the landscape of things outside of us. Limiting vast questions into one simple two-answer question is managing your own reality, and thus the one around you.

The Measure of the Magical Philospher

The Measure of a Magician...



The real test of a person who bends reality is the affect you have on the audience you are blessed with. I am not a clown, a prankster, or person who just does tricks. I may employ such things to get a laugh, but the core of what I do is about moving the mind, and the heart that powers it, to a place where it might have never been before.



The Effect

One of the first things I ask myself about what I want to show people is how I, myself, would take it if I saw this illusion shown to me. Would I be moved by it? I assess the world, and it tells me that science rules the day. You can play 40,000 songs in one 4 by 5 inch contraption made by Apple. It took one whole record to play one song a few decades ago. You can talk to someone across the world by pressing a few buttons. The advent of YouTube, Cable, and just Internet in general allows you to see things you have never done before. In comparison, magic is pretty primitive.

Then I ask myself, why would someone watch me? What makes me, the performer, or the effect I am performing, so special, that someone would take time off of Facebook, their cellphone, and/or their personal communication with another human being just to see a mere trick? If I have something, it better be worth it.
What would the effect I show them do to them psychologically? Is this person more skeptical, more apt to believe, or just someone who is undecided? How do I persuade this person to believe if they don’t?



The Impact

After all the thinking, practicing, and building of bravery to take an effect to its infant-hood to where it can be presented, I get to test drive it. Test driving an effect for me has nothing to do with mechanics, presentation, and showing-off to my audience. What I am searching for is the impact I have on someone who hasn’t experienced magic close up. I am looking into their eyes, watching for both fear and confusion. I await the gap between what they thought they knew and what they experience to widen so far that their body must shiver or move away from me. That is the moment I am looking for. This is what proves that I am one of the greatest magicians around. I get to label myself, in that second, a modern day Socrates, without having to drink the poison.



The Residual Effect on Your Audience

What I hope someone leaves with is the ability to think differently about what they know. I want them to say, it’s okay to open up to a stranger and take what is offered. It’s okay to finally answer with “I don’t know.” They have the chance to think philosophically about their own lives without too much pressure or prison time. I offer a moment to learn something without making the mistakes, going to class, or googling it. We all get a chance to experience something both random and planned. The effects are my saxophone and the magic is my improvised Jazz.



The Point

You can have this effect on people even without the magic – everyone has a talent that can evoke wonder. Quality time with people, and genuinely wondering about them. You don’t even have to be friends to make friends for the moment. This is just my way of proclaiming what should be possible.
I am not saying that all things are possible all the time. I am saying that the belief of that possibility of what is possible is what eventually makes things possible in our world. If I can, even for a moment, induce this perspective, then I have done the job I wanted to do in this lifetime. One person at a time is all I need.

Welcome To the Battle Field: Your Audience’s Mind

The best performers know that the show isn’t the one that is physically shown to the audience, but the show that is playing within their audience’s minds and hearts. What is the difference? Most people think that magic is done through strictly knowing how to do secret moves and execution. That is only partly true – and a very small part. You can know how a trick might be done, but to sell it is a whole different story. In the art of Dramatic Theatre and Film, there is a term called “suspended disbelief.” Suspended Disbelief is when your audience chooses to let go of the reality they live in and accept what the performance gives to them. Getting to this “acceptance” is much easier in certain groups or situations. In the venues of play stages and your local movie theatre, there are basic conventions or “rules” that people follow accept what is being shown them when those productions are in progress. In these situations, suspended disbelief is not only an easily taken role, but it’s expected. This happens also for stage magicians because a lot of the time, their audiences is sat amongst each other. In all three of the situations, they are all paying to be the audience. What I want to do is inspire people around me to be my audience.



In my style of Impromtu magic, you take and create an audience, even when they don’t readily accept the role of being your audience. This is a very tricky role to play into. As a performer, I want to entertain or mislead those I am “acting” for to elicit certain responses that I want them to have. Maybe they look sad, and I want them to smile, or laugh. Sometimes people are just in too serious or uptight of a mood, and it’s good to loosen them up. How about getting on the good side of a police officer when he pulls you over? (I am on parole, so coming off as a nice and “ordinary” civilian for a minor fault is better than being pegged as some punk who happened to be an ex-felon and being placed cuffed in the back of a police wagon.) In each situation, I see a war going on; however, at the same time, they are to be your ally and friend at the same time. In the tight circle of “friends” I had in prison, we used to call those neutral inmates that may later become our friend or foe, “Friend-Of-Me’s.” At first sight it looks like an inside and joking way of saying “Friend of Mine,” and it was created just in that way so it can be said in the open without suspicion. The real meaning of the word was to mean “Frienemy,” which meant friend in the open but potential enemy. In prison, this was the very case. Anyone that got close to you from a neutral position can become your enemy at any second. In the case of performing, you go to your “Frienemy,” and make them your ally.


How about some back stories of how I learned about this? In prison, they had these two routines that you had to go through that would be demeaning and downright inhumane to a normal person. The processes are well known as “strip-searches,” and “shake-downs.” In both cases, the Correctional Officers were in search of “contraband.” Contraband is any item that an inmate is not allowed to have. Prisoners would use and sell drugs, weapons, and any item that was deemed worthwhile inside the prison world. The $5 pack of cigarettes at the gas station is worth $40 - $60 inside, especially once prison officials decided to outlaw them – thereby creating a black market. The magic came in when your writer himself possessed cash money, tobacco, and my personal cell phones. (And No, I did not Keister or Butt any item up my anus to hide it.) Until the day I left those prisons, I was never caught with any of the contraband I had, while countless others did.



So the stage is set. The magic effect was to allow the Correctional Officers, who routinely strip-searched me and shook down the cell I resided in, to believe I was a rule following inmate. The location of the performance is whenever they surprised us with a search, and in our cells. The audience were the officers searching, the Sergeant watching those two officers in search, and the Lieutenant watching the Sergeants on the tier. By this time, I was already prepared by hiding the all the contraband, and being careful to use all my senses. Books like Robert Greene’s 48 Laws of Power, and countless texts on Body Language were already read as if they contained the meaning of life itself. The two tools used extensively here was the ability to manipulate reputation and use charisma, while at the same time persuade with body language and read theirs. All of these things boil down to two very distinct uses of expectations. Knowing your audience’s stereotypes, motivations, and responses help tremendously. Having your audience think they are correct about their expectations of you is also a great persuasive weapon.


The character I played after some very thoughtful evaluation is of a person who really stuck out in prison. Yes, I am going to state right here and now that being Asian was an advantage. There are very few Asians in prison in the East Coast, and in the prison I was in, I was one of only two. (The other fellow just happened to be in a Mental Health Unit.) I was very nice to the Correctional Officers because I chose to see them as people also, not only as my enemies – in turn, I was the nice fellow that I portrayed. (Only in certain situations like shake-downs do the roles play an issue.) I sometimes performed simple tricks around the Officers, but I would intentionally flub the trick up on purpose. So when those who came into my cell and saw the mass of books on many topics didn’t see me as any threat. I had to learn the signals when something was amiss and the body language involved when and if officers came for a surprise hit. When the dayroom or tier was quiet, something was wrong. If everyone is listening or attentive, it’s either someone was being assaulted or stabbed, or they were observing irregular movement. The final character preparation I had to indulge in was the chess game within myself. I had to ask myself if what I was doing was wrong. No, what I did was not wrong. There is nothing wrong with possessing money, tobacco to get said money, and a cell phone to talk to my friends and family. In my mind, I had to make sure that the rules put in place were not as important as my personal principles that conflicted with them. So I had to rationalize and justify what I did to be able to sell my character on the spot.


I hid the cell phones and tobacco in the desk and that the prison supplied in each and every cell. The expectation is of the furniture being specifically made so that they were not able to hide anything. The drawers were welded so they would not come out and that you can open the doors and look everywhere within the desks. What I have learned from these expectations is to go with the flow. The strength of these desks was also their weakness. I exploited the drawer’s inability to be released and the 4 x 2 inches of blind spot that they gave me with the drawers open. This little blind spot within the “armpits” of the drawer on both sides was what I used to hide my cell phones and tobacco. Usually, officers used their flashlights to light up this spot, and an inmate who hid things there would be caught easily. What I did that the other inmates didn’t was to innovate the addition of a box in these armpits with a difference of 2/8ths of an inch. The color of the inside of these desks was light brown, which happen to be the same exact color of a file folder. I cut a box and placed it in these arm pits with the opening pointing inside the desks. If and when the officers did flashlight the inside, they would see the box, but it looked like a part of the inner desk. (I affixed the box to the desk with glue and used clear tape to cover the box so when a light hit the surface, it shined like metal once their flashlights were used– another expectation and advantage of the officers I turned around on them that was tested with the light from a cell phone.) The second problem was that the officers would be able to open the door and look inside easily. I fixed the problem by placing the desk near the front of the cell in the entrance. In this space were a sink and the toilet we used inside our own cells. Most of the officers were very lazy from either searching other cells, and just sloths in general. I placed the desk there because I knew generally it would be much more effort to bend down in that tiny space, and they weren’t going to move the desk for the same reasons. I took a great chance on each shake-down, but the psychology behind this was fairly simple. No one is going to bend down if they don’t have to, and they will not bend down where people use the bathroom at. (I am sure they dreaded cleaning their laboratory at home.)


As for the money that I hid, I put them in Sharpies. If we all look at a sharpie marker, most of think that they are filled with some magical permanent liquid that we would not want spilled on us. What I found out through some curiosity was that if you bent a Sharpie marker, that they have the same ink sponge the rest of markers have. Money being light and throwing the Sharpie marker amongst other art supplies I had literally gave me an easy hiding spot for a few hundred dollars. I also hid a scaled down flash drive and a blue tooth ear piece for my cell phone inside a larger Sharpie.



The performance as they were shaking me down would be simple. Greet the officers that were going to shake my cell down. As they were my enemy in war playing a role, to them, I was their friend, being helpful with anything they wanted. They usually stripped you naked and made you cough and squat. Right after that, they put cuffs on you and make you sit in a chair. Many times I usually just walk to the chair and hit it pushing it with my shin, and subtly fall down on the chair turning it some more. The chair was always pointed inside the cell so you can watch them shaking down your cell. All the inmates watched their cells being destroyed in which later they must clean. As I wanted to be different, I chose a tactic of not watching my cell being searched, and turning the chair was the first priority. Then I would be pointed toward the Sergeant, and dependent on the sex and how well I knew them, I’d strike up a conversation. This caused two things to happen. First, my body language was one of being unconcerned about these two people thrashing about my cell looking for contraband; I was telling them non verbally that there was nothing there to be found. The second thing was that I took the pressure off of them by taking the Sergeant’s attention off them and how specific they did their job. The conversations made the time enjoyable, the shake down time go past much faster in my cell because I controlled it through the interaction, and I talked about things with beginnings and ends. Soon enough, the Sergeant would be worried about him or her talking to me very friendly like in front of the Lieutenant down the hall, and tell the searching team to wrap it up. I was never caught, and I had to wing some things here time to time, but with the preparation and understanding of the audience and creating the audience, I was in control even when I looked like I wasn’t.



The whole point of this is that in Magic, you are performing inside another person’s mind. The expectations involved allow you to create baits and traps for your own purposes. If you know what motivates people, you can exploit it. Whatever a person wants is their weakness. Anyone can be your audience. If you review the paragraphs above, would you believe that the hiding fixtures were more important, or were the psychology behind how I inspired the officers to believe something about me was more important? I think you are smart enough to deduce that the psychology and what the officers were thinking and feeling are more important. Until this day, all those many officers believe me to be a rule following inmate. I created a reality for them, and to them, this reality is still persistent unless they read this blog. You can see your audience as both your enemy and your friend, but in the end, what matters is what goes on in their mind. If you fail their thinking and tests, well, you fail as a performer. A key to all this was not only preparing hiding places, but about thinking deeply about what could and would be, and creating that reality whenever the time arises.




(Please note, the pictures of me are ones taken from my cell phone in prison. Notice the bars and the grey top and jean uniform! Only a few of you might have figured that out in the beginning…ask yourself, what were your expectations? Did you believe me to be that vain? )

The Prisoner's Art of Close-Up Impromtu Magic

Magic can affect you to the depth of you core. It is more than just age old secrets and average showmanship, it’s an art-form. I do the kind of magic that is close-up and impromtu, and I like this style of magic for a reason. Maybe the reason is mainly the fact that I spent 12 years of my life in prison perfecting it.

What is Close-Up Impromtu Magic? It is not stage magic, parlor magic, or just showing mere tricks to your friends. I think it’s one of the most challenging performance arts around, especially amongst all the technology that made things once impossible -possible. This possibility is played out by the interaction between the performer and his audience the moment they meet. While I worry about all the elements of my effect when presenting an illusion, the audience wonders exactly what they are seeing and experiencing before them.

Since I view magic as art, the usual question comes to mind for me is, “What can Magic be?” Before I go into my own theories and motivations, allow me to define “Close-Up Impromtu Magic.” It is a performance of what is unrealistic to a real audience, real close, and in real time. The audiences you come across are people you may meet anywhere, and thus, anyone can be your audience. These people can touch you, your props, and are even active participants in the magic effect itself. All these aspects lend to the fact of inherent spontaneity.



Impromtu comes from the word improvised, and this is why I think this art form is much more difficult than regular magic. This difficulty that I describe has pushed me to become better, and gave me a thirst to expand the breadth of my knowledge of all things related to performance. I consider myself an expert at Impromtu Magic; however, I wasn’t always so confident of my skills long ago. Like any laymen, I once knew nothing about the subject. How I came to want to learn magic is a very unique story. It’s not just a story on how I currently do magic, but why magic was applied to my troubled life and as an art form, how magic can be used to affect those around you. A great performance of magic can deeply and philosophically move you, as learning how to perform it my way moved me.


I was first introduced to magic by a door-to-door salesman. He sold a vacuum to my parents, and he did a great job of entertaining me with his charm. More than his charm that he possessed on hand, he pulled out this length of red rope. With the rope he had an enlarged die with a hole drilled into it. What I witnessed next, and the feeling that it evoked inside of me I still haven’t forgotten. I saw a man magically move a die up an inclined rope. He never revealed how it was done, but his presentation left a mark on my then 9 year old mind.



Magic played an insignificant part of my life until I found myself in a prison with the most dangerous, subversive, and cut-throat men inside barbed wire walls -when I was 15 years old. By that time, I had been abused, emotionally weak, homeless for a little over two weeks, and I joined a gang which ultimately helped contribute to my incarceration. At that time, the best you can do in prison was getting your GED and then maybe learn an uncertified trade. Facing a world in which you must check a box on a job application that indicates that you were once a felon, the best strategy for me was to augment my skill set in unexpected ways. I told myself that I would never starve or be in an eat-out-of-trashcan homeless person again. In the same self-agreement, I promised not to turn to crime to feed or benefit myself once released.






I worked and saved money for my first magic book called “Now You See It, Now You Don’t” by Bill Tarr. At that time we were paid 1.00 a day to do 8 hours of work, so it was a real decision for me. Of course, I was excited to receive the text, because in prison, it’s very difficult to get things that everyday people take for granted, and a book is one of them. I read each page of that book twice. I thought I discovered the Holy Grail of hobbies at that time. I practiced the effects I learned in those pages diligently in my cell night-after-night under dim tier lights.

The day finally came when I was fiddling with my deck of playing cards in the “Bullpen.” The Bullpen was a classroom sized room used to hold around 50 – 100 inmates waiting for the hospital, transfer, or other departments in the institution. Everyone hated being locked inside the Bullpen because it was crowded, intemperate, and dangerous. There have been times that arguments sparked up and the inmates on the short end of the stick ended up trampled or stabbed in the Bullpen. If you lost a single battle in there, surely, your reputation would follow you around the whole prison, and then you would have to survive the tiers, gym, and recreation hall. It happened to be a day where the Bullpen was full that I decided to play with my cards in front of all the guys in there. The attitude was pretty negative in the Bullpen until one guy asked what I was doing with the cards. I proceeded to smile and asked him if wanted to see a “trick.” (These days I would never call my effects “tricks,” I find that it demeans what I do.) I performed my own modified version of “The Changing Card” in front of them. The reaction and attention I received from a room full of murderers, rapists, and robbers was amazing. I succeeded in entertaining a “captive” audience that usually are not nice to those around them.



For the first time in my life, I felt in control for once over something, simply by learning something new –and it felt great. I didn’t have to do anything negative or costly to entertain or earn the focus of others. What I learned about myself was that I could sit in my cell and internalize the theories of magic and in turn, apply what I learned practically in front of people very quickly. I had adopted a skill that can be called upon anytime, anywhere, for anything I wanted. What I didn’t know was that I had much more to learn to get to the next level of magic. Soon enough, I was reading about science, psychology, war strategies, acting, espionage, social skills, body language, and much more to enhance my root hobby. Today, I perform magic philosophically. The goal I have for each performance is to ask without asking, the metaphysical question of “What is Real?” The perspective I have as a performer is one of a prisoner attempting to be free. What I learned is that all of us are locked up in some sort of way. So why not enjoy a possibility of the impossible? I think I have a great idea now after writing this blog. Instead of walking to someone and asking them if they would like to see “a trick,” why not just ask them, “Hey, would you like to be momentarily free?” That ought to shake their sense of reality and spark their curiosity at the same time!

Today, people usually don’t care why I perform magic, but even still, they like the fact that I do. I play various roles when I perform for my audience these days. The first role is one of a Philosopher. I get to channel Socrates and ask people in action to what they think is real, is true, and is of value. The second role I get to pursue is one of a performer. Imagine being an actor at a drop of a hat at any moment and in front of any audience and situation. That’s what I do. The last and most important role is representing the person that I am. Who is V, or Vouthynar Sovann? Honestly, nobody cares until I open up to them. Then we realize that we all have something to learn from one another and the perspectives we have. All this leads to a steady undercurrent at this point of my life. This underlying theme, that is made up of Magic, Performance, and Philosophy, walk the same path. They all represent what I wanted and still want most today. I wanted to push the limits and become free of the walls that were around me when incarcerated, and at the same time, those walls that were unfortunately within myself. There are moments when I look back and forward, and see walls erecting before me. The difference now is that I would work to scale those walls as I have done before, and maybe I can help others fly over them too.