An article written Juan Tamariz, from his book The Magic Rainbow.

ON MAGIC ENERGY

A Minimal and Impossible Attempt at an Unveiling

Effect

There is a magic energy, the energy of the magician. It is born within the magician and provokes an explosion of his artistic attitude. It is generated (and how could it not be?) by his love and relentless passion. Desire or enthusiasm is not enough, I think. Fire! Fire is what the artist, creator or interpreter (that is to say re-creator) needs. An artist-volcano. Magic energy bursts from him. It produces earthquakes in the emotions, tremors in logic; it moves oceans with amazement and produces giant waves of illusion, joy and mystery.

Explosive energy (or contained energy that is nevertheless perceived and felt from the outside: artistic tension. It manifests sometimes as a subtle, lyrical fumarole that only appears to be slight; at other times it is concealed behind the playful mask of laughter, to avoid possible first degree burns; yet it always allows the inevitable explosion of magical energy from the magician-volcano.

And light. Luminosity that shines in the eyes, that throws a sparkling glance. Magic beacons.

And a roaring, silent in the beginning, announcing the final explosion of the magical mystery, of the secular miracle of the impossible made possible.

And, once again, that magic energy is transmitted through a spell-binding glance, a rigorous and charming word; hands that conjure; feet (bases and pillars) that support, that give assurance; and above all, a body that burns, and shoots the energy through the appropriately named solar plexus, like the Sun King, burning bright, powerful, almost dangerous.

And through it the magician delivers his irrepressible and powerful waves of magical energy. From then on, it's on fire.

And if magic energy is born inside the magician, thanks to his passion (for magic and life, Isis and Eros), and if that magical Big Bang creates and vomits stars and suns of illusion, comets of enchantment and galaxies of impossible and exciting mystery, then, and only then, do the burning flames ignite the hidden and sometimes ignored torches in each of the participating spectators, active contributors to the deeply beautiful magic rite; and then, and only then, does it scorch their spirit and produce the exciting miracle of the fire that doesn't burn, of the brilliant light that doesn't blind, of the fabulous inner explosion that doesn't harm; rather the opposite: fire, joyful light and explosion, an unparalleled experience.

The emotion of the art of magic and mystery.

Secret

Passion (of course).