All of the following comments are based on the imagined reflections of my real spirit world experiences.
A visualization of a Spirit Mage trying to write and test a spell like the Mages might have done in the old days.
THE WORDS:
The heavy wooden door creaks as I enter my small cluttered dimly lit room. Furnished with a bed, table, chair, and with hundreds of books stacked on hand made sagging shelves all along the decrypt damp walls. The smell of a lit beeswax candle greets my nose as I set myself down in front of my partially finished grimoire. Turning to a fresh page with one hand while I dip my feather quill into a filled ink bowl I settle in and begin to write the completion of the new spell that I have finally completed working out in theory. My initial testing of the spell having been completed during a several hours visit to the outback next to the cross roads where I have done much of my spirit related business. I finally settled down to my writings the only distracting sound for several hours being my quill as it scratches across the pages forming the written words of my new spell that I entitled the ‘Little Book’:
THE DECISION:
Do I choose to do the actual live testing of my home-made spell using myself as the platform to Launch my spell against the 20ft tall shadow man spirit that I have seen lurking near the cross roads?
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Do I choose to put my grimoire in a accessible place and then leak the information about the new spell hoping that one of my over enthusiastic students will ferret out a copy of the spell and take the chance to go test my new spell out for themselves?
THE DEED of whoever you choose:
I took my equipment and headed for the nearby crossroads just as it was getting dusk. I meditated into my usual spirit mage trance so that I could see in part or whole the spirits doings within the spirit realm, then I looked about and not seeing nor sensing any spirits at the moment I set myself to wait.
After a time, I first saw him a distance away shimmering like black smoke against the fading light. I watched in amazement as the giant shadow man that had been seen lurking about the cross roads had just plucked up a smaller dark figure that looked like it might be a shade or a smaller shadow man. I could see that the smaller dark figure was frantically struggling in the shadow man’s giant hand as he held the shade up high to look him over before stuffing the flailing creature into a massive black sack that he held open with one enormous hand.
Then I heard it just like a gentle breeze at first but growing louder, the sound coming in the form of a breathy scratchy sound that echoed about the trees, I strained to hear it at first as it seemed to wisp in and then out from nowhere and then from everywhere, finally a cold laugh that could cause small animals to freeze in their tracks and that set every hair on my body to stand up while my internal courage melted away begging me to follow.
With my courage failing me do I continue to summon the giant shadow man to my test.
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Do I run home on shaky legs and try another day?
THE DEED if you choose to continue:
I had made all preparations to use a form of bonding magic in my spell to connect the shadow man’s good will to mine. I had acquired the knowledge that bonding magic simply works best on the more giant-sized spirit beings that are sometimes encountered within the realm of spirits. So now to force myself to action I decided why not use a little of the prepared ambiance of the bonding magic on my failing courage.
I brought up my focus then gathering power from the prepared spells ambient magic that was available to me I mentally touch my own solar heart with a warm thought stating: ‘Fleeing courage stand your ground’.
Refocusing my attention on the shadow man again I see that he was sniffing about as if the smell of the scent of my black crystal lined bait sack containing scrapings off of shad contacted materials was attracting him toward me. Quickly I opened my own black bait sack and then jerk back as the musty smell of mold and decay that I hoped would attract the shadow man wafted up to my nose. It was the aroma that I had gathered by trudging about haunted houses, grave yards, and gathering into my crystal dust lined bait sack the scraped off leftover residue from areas like tombs and walls that I had observed having been in direct contact with the apparitions of spirits/shades.
As I stared at the bits in my sack I had an epiphany that when I was gathering the scraps containing what I hoped were the scents of spirits/shades for bait to use as a lure for the giant shadow man, I had been acting like a sort of mini shadow man myself. In other words, my need to gather bate for my test had caused me to get into a strange sort of synchronization mimicking as it where the actions similar to match the fear generated rumors of the giant shadow man who I was about to directly encounter. He was rumored to go out at twilight Marauding about outlying areas near to the local cross roads and gathering up into his huge black sack any and all forms of dark spirit beings including other shadow men. I knew from my arcane studies that it was believed by many that we all had a portion of ourselves/personalities that could assume the persona of a shadow being, but this was the first time that I was able to perceive myself as possibly having a actual separate entity within me. At that point in time, I wondered could my epiphany of me possibly having multiple selves be a precursor of things to come. Fortunately for my shaky courage this somewhat scary thought fortified me to the task at hand because I had gained a mental report with my fears of the enemy, and as I had been taught facing the fear of the enemy is half the battle. I went to action and began to swing my crystal lined bag of holding around and around over my head, hoping to increase the dispersal of the scent of what the shadow man’s sniffing was trying to home in on.
Suddenly into my mind a mental connection was made which jabbed pure cold energy into my head that felt like an object circling a planet to increase its speed by using the pull of the planet’s gravity, this gravitas of power was also enhancing my own perceptions of the lights and sounds of the spirit world to the breaking point.
I prepared myself to mentally push the words from my spell into the massive face of the shadow man. I strained against the pain in my head to look up and watch him rapidly closing the distance between us until I was staring almost straight up at that giant being. His glaring Smokey form was now just a few feet from me. I intensified my focus upon his smoky face to a sharper edge and I noticed a almost imperceptible strand of a dark thread that was proceeding directly from one of his massive fingers, following its path to my head, I could see where my cold headache was coming from. I quickly lifted up the absorption sigil that I had been palming in my left hand and placed it directly in the path of the dark thread, then there was a presentable crack like a chunk of icicle being broken off from a roof top at the end of winter. My hand jolted back as the sigil turned into a wad of black-ice that I quickly popped into my mouth swallowed thinking: ‘got yaw you over stuffed puff of smoke’. My joy was short lived as the temporally relief from the sigils blockage of the withering head pain quickly returned as the black thread refocused on my head with renewed force.
THE PANICKED REALIZATION:
The shock set in as I felt the tearing separation and realized that the shadow man’s sheer command of gravity was beginning to pull my visibly flailing shadow self out of me.
Should I plead with the shadow man to let me keep my shadow self.
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Do I accept my own instinctive knowing that by pleading I would lose the shadow man’s respect and that he would still continue summoning my shadow self into his terrible black sack?
I choose to accept my own knowing and to keep working my spell hoping to find its Power in my words before it is to late. Desperate I make a sign with my hand that most spirit beings seem to recognize as meaning let’s barter, then like Magic I find myself beginning to Bargain with the shadow man. So I start acting as if I want to get a really good price for my shadow self. At first I began receiving sledgehammer thoughts of intimidation to just let him take my shadow self. I wished to keep my shadow self so I kept forcing thoughts of I want a greater payment into my mind and shaking my head no to his increasing mental threats and various offers.
I hoped that this bargaining with the shadow man would buy me a little more time for my spell to level up to greater power, so I mentally dug in. Then spirit items of great value began to flash before my eyes in a mesmerizing swirling formation, as I looked, everything that I saw seemed to beckon me like it was saying this is what you really want. Next, I thought if I was to take one of those items that I was starting to really want that it would define me as an important being in the world of spirits. More powerful thoughts flooded my mind of what I could use any one of the items for if I only would except one of them. Next whizzing by in my mind, were dozens of things like powerful spirit anchors, weapons, armor, even a gold helmet.”
Do I reach out to take one the spirit items that I am beginning to believe can do me so much good in the world of spirits.
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Do I try to save my shadow self and use the power of the newly forming spell to finally gain a advantage over the shadow man?
I choose to keep my shadow self and as I do I discover that I can see myself standing there facing the 20-foot shadow man who is holding his very large half full sack of squirming shades open, and as I watch in awe my shadow self is slowly drifting through the air towards the dark opening of the sack’s mouth.
At that sight, my mind is frozen and almost overcome with shock and fear to the point that scattered thoughts are bouncing off of the inside of my skull. All seems to be lost except with the desperation came a timeless sort of clarity that was almost palpable and in that space of piece like being in the eye of the hurricane I came to realize that this vision of my already losing my shadow self is what the shadow man is projecting into my mind, so that he can intimidate me to the breaking point and bend me to his will. I knew then at that very moment that I had gained the advantage. I refocus my eyes and I saw that my shadow self even though it is feeling the strong pull toward the terrible dark sack of the giant shadow man is still mostly attached to my body.
THE SPELL:
Finally, the anchor of the tiny book spell is fully activated by my exploding emotions, and like Magic the flow of power from the spell causes me to begin to speak clear powerful statements and I start yelling at the enormous being.
More over from my gut arises floods of intense emotions reinforcing the power in my words as they begin to sound rougher and surer.
Next I begin to express intimidating words that seem to jell in and around my body like small flying vessels. I jump up in the air screaming and I can see my words as they are forced through my mind and mouth like volumes of air from a tornado spraying my spittle into the face of the giant shadow man.
As the power of the spell continues to grow I feel like I am lit up inside and out I no longer need to open my mouth to speak/expel meaning. I can see my words vomiting forth from me like vortexes of charged particles as they go shooting toward this being who is standing across from me.
Then as I am reaching my body’s breaking point I see him cringe beneath the showers of my words that are issuing toward him, and he begins to lose stature and waver.
Finally as my bonding magic completes its first cycle through my newly formed connection to his mind I feel the blending mixture of both his and my intentions beginning to mingle together forming a bond of connection between us. I know as I know myself that the shadow man will do anything reasonable for me as I him, as long as I can strengthen this first fragile connection.
I know through experiential knowledge and training that to keep the bonded connection continuing to build between us that I have to present a reasonable quid pro quo, initiated first by me. So, I stand on a rock and reach out gifting him my bait sack. He takes the sack and peers into it then laughing his piercing laugh he holds up the small bait sack and says one hollow sounding word ‘Respect’. I immediately started to feel his mental energies withdrawing from me and as he strode of into the night they lessened to nothingness, thus indicating to me that his effort to take my shadow self from me have ended.
Will, I choose to make a talisman that I have to carry around to open my new spell.
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Should I decide to continually draw on my own life energies and exercise patience when I activate the anchor formed within my second attention, to open my new spell.
I withdraw from the area and ponder the power of the new spell as I walk home. Feeling satisfied that it has served me well this day and decide that it should retain its original emotional anchor. Finally reaching home I put aside the ponderings of the evenings work and I open the creaky wooden door to my room being greeted with the same familiar smells of home and then just as I step inside to take my rest I hear in the distance the voluminous rakish laugh of my new-found friend which now sounds to me like a comforting melody to my freshly attuned ears.
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Everything about Shadow People:
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Ancients Lore Concerning Shadow People
All of my comments are based on the imagined reflections of real circumstances.
