Imagine that you have god-like control over the reality in which you find yourself immersed.
What would you change? What would you keep the same? How sensitive to your whims would you like your reality to be? How abruptly would you want the changes you desire to manifest? Would it be important to you that the changes occur in a manner that seems logical and sequential?
What if you were taught from an early age that you did not have this power and freedom? Your power would be such that if you believed you had no power, that would become true and so you would not. That would be a tough situation. You would have to wean yourself away from this outlook in order to regain your freedom. How would you convince yourself that you really had total control?
Practice.
Start small. Divination; Prayer; Spell-casting. You can do these things successfully (in a somewhat sporadic manner) if you believe you can. You can only master them however, when you know you can.
I remember the first time “magic” worked for me. It was on a summer’s day when I was about 14 years old. The weather forecast was for a continued drought. No chance of rain. My primary introduction to the “occult” was via a hexenmeister from whom I learned to make “Signs”. Deciding to attempt a storm-raising, I drew the pattern shown below using ink on white cardboard. I charged it with my imagination and placed it on a hidden portion of the roof of our house. Over the next few hours the sky clouded up and a short-lived sprinkle of rain fell. Although it was nowhere near the storm I had wished for, it was still something. “Walk before you can run,” I remember telling myself.
The sun soon returned and I went about my day giving no more thought to my little experiment. Carelessly, I left the Sign out on the roof.
Late that night, I was awakened suddenly by lightning and thunder crashing around the house. High winds blew the curtains out horizontally and torrential rains poured from the sky. The electricity had gone out and our basement was flooding. In a state of fear due to the lightning, I climbed out onto the roof to retrieve the Sign. It was gone. Probably blown away in the wind. At that time, I thought the Sign contained the power. As soon as I saw that it was gone, the storm slackened and lifted almost immediately. Later, back in bed with my wet pajamas, I recall being very pleased with myself.
The following evening I watched the weatherman on television trying to explain why and how the freak storm had come about. He really didn’t know.
But I did.
That event served to open a little door in my mind that allowed me to believe that maybe magic could work. This in turn, primed me for further success and each new accomplishment opened up the possibility for even greater things. Later that summer, I cured our dog from canine parvovirus despite it’s over 90% mortality rate. Another time, with concentration and imagination I deliberately rolled “box cars” with a pair of dice fourteen times in a row. I also broke a boys arm without ever touching him.
As I became more adept at controlling reality, something unexpected happened. After a certain point, everything dissolved into chaos, myself included. I won’t try to explain that here but a nimble thinker will be able to figure out what happened.
Chaos is the canvas upon which we paint reality. There are as many different realities as there are painters and we are all free to re-create everything according to the dictates of our individual wills.
You do have an individual will, don’t you?