There are those who believe in the power of ritual. The ability of mind-numbing repetition to breach the barriers that prevent things from happening. These are your dance-junkies and your potion drinkers, those who think a recipe is what is called for here. Something that can be taught and then replicated by every mindless crony that happens to come along.
“Magic!” they yell, “give us some magic!” and you know my response is to cast the spell and damn them forever. Give them what they want because in their mindlessness they never specify that the Magic they so badly crave may not necessarily be good for them.
I wanted this to be real so I will begin with a secret. Magic cannot be found. It finds you. If you really want to be able to do Magic you need to abandon who you are or rather who you think you are and start looking for the real you. |
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The duty you feel when you’re in control |
There are many who questioned my involvement in all this. Why did I become the Emperor’s seer? Why did the young Yame become what he became?
Those outside it all think that it is simple. That actions can be undone. That choices made are always simple.
It is not like that. It is always very difficult. If you are awake and I mean you’re not a sheep going through life with its eyes shut waiting for the inevitable moment of slaughter, then you understand that we’re like sparks of fire travelling in a stream. We are aware of everything around us and can, at times, make the jump, put in the effort required that will take us a little further away into another current and the journey will go in but in a new direction. |
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There is a thing about magic that’s always true: it costs. The price varies. There are those who believe in High Magic, the ability to command the weather and move mountains. Everything always happens on two levels. Let me explain because I understand.
First: what you see. I give a command and I make things happen. That’s the easy part.
Then there is the hidden part. The part you do not see which accounts for nine tenths of the activity. I give a command for the clouds to part, for instance, and what happens is a mixture. Something of this world slides into the next until it meets the variation where the clouds have parted. And though it may appear like magic and totally acausal there is a cause and effect connection which is entirely invisible like a Rubic’s Cube that slides across all possible axes so that surfaces can move inwards as well as laterally. |
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On a cold clear morning’s day I think things make sense. You know what I mean? The kind of feeling you get when something descends into you and you know…YOU KNOW! You know all the answers.
All the answers to all those questions that you never asked but wanted to know. Like all of them!
I used to tell the future. Man, you may laugh but you know I sort of could see it, deep inside. I’d close my eyes and I would know how things would go. Not every time. Just a feeling. Occasionally a sensed rather than seen picture. |
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