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Student, Students, Students....everyone wants to learn magic, or magik or even majik. The thing is they are not willing to jump through the hoops that all of us in the old vanguard had to jump through. See all of us who grew up with mentors that looked like they where well over 2000 years old and we had to kiss some major ass before they would even show us a simple trick. This new generation of noobs has no respect, they just want us to give them the magic with a flick of the wrist and be done with it. It isn't that easy...magic is like the science that doesn’t follow the rules of the other sciences...it is the art that helped sculpt the stars in the sky and the lava in the heart of the earth. It cannot be learned overnight it took me ten years of hard everyday kinda work, it's not something you can just try put down when it stops being cool. ...you know what it's not just the noobs that are pissing me off, it's my generation too. One of my good hermetic friends drives me up the wall with the way he won’t change. Long ago I realized that in order to survive things have to evolve...if a species of plant has died off then we must learn to find a substitute. Now in these days e-texts are becoming more and more numerous (who broke the publishing rules I don't know but I'm kinda in his debt so I don’t want to hurt him) I say why not embrace this new trend? Why not use the computers like we used the written page countless thousands of years ago? So long as the passion, the heart, is there isn't that what matters? See I'm not saying stop using the old tools in the ritual work, far from it, I say use the tools that you resonate with. To me magic is the ultimate freedom, to allow us to be trapped by our own ideals we become worse then the conformity that we fight. Our order was once the masters of our domain, but our pride came back to bite us in the ass. If we want to win back what was once ours we must use ALL the weapons at our disposal, if we do not push back the darkness here and now, if we do not draw our line in the sand, and bring wonder back to the people we claim to care about then we cannot win. Ok, I think I worked that out of my system; the rant and sermon are over. Time for the party. I think there is time in this rant to talk just a little about the joy magic has brought me. Back when I was still young and my mentor was trying to make sure I didn't blow up any small land masses I went to my first convocation. Now for those of you that know your order history yes it was THAT one, and yes I was there I did help but I assure you I had a minor role in his return. That is not what this is about though. When I first got there I met the gatekeeper, he's the guy who decides who gets in. He usually asks to see proof that they have some control over magik, my mentor who didn't like him every much (their was some old feud a long time ago, I don’t know the details nor do I care) so he cast a spell to give him a hotfoot, I put it out by using the unseen force to knock him into the river. He wasn't too impressed with my...display of control over the forces of the universe, but allowed us entry. When we got in I had never before seen so much magic in all my life. People wearing nothing by glamour’s and smiles, others being carried by various spirits on caravan chairs. It's was astounding to me, seeing all those different people just being who they are. My mentor took me to see a friend of his from lifetimes ago. He was near the more forested part of the camp in an old style tipi made of leather and wood. He was a nice middle-aged man, who wore his goatee as the symbol of prime, which I thought was very cool. He then told me of his training and how far he had gotten and told me the stories of his people. My mentor asked me to show him my special trick, the gift I have for opening someone's potentional from their first life. I did as I was asked, and pushed ageist his connection to the universe. The force of my effect nearly knocked me out for an hour. When I woke up I saw him sitting looking at me as if he understood what I had done, and how I am able to do it. He said "You have given me a gift I thought was lost to all of mankind, suddenly the stars seem brighter, the fire seems warmer, and I feel whole again. He after talking with my mentor and hearing that I was studying the flute in school and he gave me a flute of my own, a crystal flute from a company he worked for but enchanted with his own brand of spell song. It was made so that those who tell a story with their music they would see the images in the mind of the story teller. I'll be honest, I haven’t managed to make it work perfectly yet...my mind tends to wander while I play. To this day that is when I decided to become a small part of the magikal community, because we can all help each other, even though sometimes we don’t realize it. Post a comment in response: |
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