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model. I make time to enjoy life completely.”
“The magic,” repeated the billionaire as singing birds seemed to croon
louder and a flutter of even more butterflies showed up to listen in on the
conversation.
“God, life is beautiful. Don’t miss out on all of its awesomeness and
incredibleness. It’s there for you—no matter what you might be going
through. See, we all live on borrowed time. And life does whiz by so quickly.
You two cats will be old before you know it, probably hanging out with a
hundred grandchildren,” he said with a chuckle.
“Anyhoo,” Mr. Riley spoke in a whisper. “Utopia, Shangri-la, Nirvana and
Heaven on Earth are just names for a state of being, not a place of visiting.
You enter the magic of life and begin to experience outright bliss daily once
you reclaim the inherent power that lurks in your core. And when you don’t
postpone being grateful for even the tiniest of everyday graces. You’ll become
a magnet for miracles when you begin being a magician of sorts.”
“The billionaire’s getting into some pretty mystical and far out territory
now,” thought the entrepreneur.
“Heaven on Earth,” recited the industrialist. “My life is generally a steady
stream of beauty, you know? And I’ve discovered this has little to do with
having a lot of money. It has more to do with finding fulfillment, in the
smallest of things. The way the fire warmed me and inspired me last evening,
for example. It has to do with spending a lot of time in nature, whether that’s
in vineyards like these,” he said, pointing an index finger across the wine
farms that filled the valley, “or on walks in a forest, or hiking in the
mountains, or being near the sea, or drifting through the sands of a barren
desert. It has to do with reconnecting to the awe, wonder and majesty that
every human life has available to it by visiting art galleries frequently and
letting the energy and genius of the creators infuse your Mindset, Heartset,

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Healthset and Soulset. It has to do with eating fresh food, simply prepared,
with interesting, real, thoughtful, creative and compassionate people who
make you feel good. Stepping into the magic also has a lot to do with saying
goodbye to your past, embracing the present and making a return to the
imaginativeness, innocence, exuberance and lovingness you were intimate
with when you were a child. Adults are deteriorated children. Heaven on
Earth shows up naturally in your heart when you have the brilliance and
bravery to start opening it up again. Like you did when you were little.”
“Picasso once said, ‘It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a
lifetime to paint like a child,’” contributed the artist energetically. “I’d agree
that getting back to being more innocent brings the magic back to our lives.”
The billionaire stopped. He rested his bike and waved for his two students
to follow him over to an area of the vineyard that had a black metal sign
marked “Chenin Blanc” in bright yellow letters. Stone Riley then fell to his
knees.
The entrepreneur and the artist watched him draw a learning model in the
mineral-rich soil of the terroir. It looked exactly like this:
“The magic,” the billionaire mused, still whispering, as he stood up
straight as a solider. His eyes were closed now. His thick hair fluttered slightly
in the mild wind. As he placed one hand to his heart, more doves

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materialized.
“I’m really into breezes these days. You’d only appreciate them if you
didn’t have them anymore. Like I’m saying, there’s such an enchantment to
life. It’s right in front of you. Available to anyone. We all can become
magicians of sorts. But to experience this higher reality I’m speaking of—to
really find it—you’ll need to leave the world a lot. Play in common society
and succeed in the game it sells you but disconnect from it often, so you’re
never really owned by it. Because the sport the majority is playing is only an
illusion—sort of a waking dream—that too many good people are donating
the best mornings of their finest days to as they put money over meaning,
profits over people, popularity over integrity, being busy over family and
achievement over loving the basic miracles of the now.”
The billionaire’s eyes remained closed. Next, he lifted both hands toward
the heavens, as he liked to do.
“You enter the magic by using your joy as a GPS,” disclosed the
billionaire, speaking directly to the diagram he’d drawn in the dirt.
“To know ever-increasing amounts of happiness, trust what makes you
feel happy. Your heart knows where you need to be. It’s so much wiser than
your head. Instinct knows so much more than intellect and intuition is smarter
than reason, that’s for sure. Our intelligence is made up of what those around
us have taught us. It’s limited. It’s confined by logic—and what’s been done
before. Your sovereign self knows better. It operates in possibility, not
practicality. It’s visionary. It’s 
unlimited
.”
“Not sure I understand you,” said the entrepreneur.
“Follow your joy,” instructed Mr. Riley. “Only be around those people
who fuel your joy. Only perform those pursuits that feed your bliss. Only be
in those places that make you feel most alive. Look, I know it’s hard to live
this model perfectly. So please see this framework as an ideal to move toward.
And like everything else I’ve taught you, it’s a process—not an event. It’ll
take time. But it begins with being 
aware
of this model. And then allowing
your joy to be your GPS.”
The billionaire started walking with his mountain bike and gently
motioned for his two students to follow.
“Ah, the magic that lives at the essence of life. Love it so much. Fills me
with more serenity and tranquility than any material object ever has. And this
is the importance of balancing being successful with being soulful.”
The billionaire clenched his arms tightly and looked as if he was dealing
with severe pain, yet again.

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“Your heart is always wiser than your head,” he repeated softly. “It knows
where you must be. Follow it. Trust it. You’ll find the magic.”
The billionaire gave a signal and instantly, from behind a scarecrow, an
assistant dashed across the vineyard to his employer. A silver spade was
handed to the billionaire, and a quick hug was exchanged.
The magnate began to dig with gusto. Soon a 
clack
could be heard as
metal struck metal. Mr. Riley knelt to the ground and began wiping soil from
a steel box that had been embedded into the earth. As he did this he started
yodeling, much as folk singers in Switzerland and Austria do. It was
something else to watch the industrialist as he dug. And to hear him sing.
The entrepreneur and the artist were mesmerized.
The box was then opened, with colossal care. Inside were eleven magic
charms, each attached to a letter. In that moment, sunshine radiating over the
billionaire created the effect of another shimmering halo.
“I am part of all that is,” mumbled the billionaire to himself. “The great
power of the universe is within me. All I desire, with active faith, positivity,
expectancy and purposeful conviction, is on its way to me. And if that which I
wish for does not come, it’s simply because something even better is on its
way. I know this belief to be true. All wizards know it to be true.”
The entrepreneur and the artist stared at each other, eyes wide open.
“What are you doing?” quizzed the artist.
“I’m using one of my incantations,” responded the billionaire. He added
more yodeling to the end of his sentence, then said, “You can’t produce magic
in your life until you learn the luminous arts of a real magician.”
Abruptly, the box began to rise and hover over the soil for just a moment.
The mouths of the entrepreneur and the artist were now as open as a rose in
springtime.
The artist was a little unnerved. “Optical illusion someone taught you,
right?”
“Maybe yes. Maybe no.” Mr. Riley’s reply only heightened the mystery.
“Each of these magic charms will help you remember one of the eleven
maxims I’ve been applying over these past decades for increasing my
financial fortune and for experiencing an exquisite life. Like I said, my days
provide a steady stream of beauty, grand awe and relentless wonder. Heaven
on Earth,” the billionaire reiterated. “And I want you both to live like this,
too. The cool thing is that anyone can create this kind of an existence. But
very few people alive today know how to manifest one.

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“And each associated letter will bring together some of the key themes
I’ve shared with you on this sensational adventure, sort of to summarize
things as we approach the end,” the mogul added.
The first charm was a small mirror. Here’s what the letter attached to it
said: