Sorcery experiences

[serloco]

So I was practicing and learning of fire then, as well as water. I had wanted and dreamed of making my own place the way I dreamed it to be, and knew some spells, or enchantments in which could change the house in cool ways. I hadn't mastered them but felt stronger now and so cast two very powerfully and watched as the walls turned to flames contained within the walls, and floors turned to softly flowing water that you could walk on solidly. The stairs flowed down themselves from the top. I went upstairs and lay down and began to hear the house speak in words made of normal house sounds. Creaks and cracks, thumps and many different arrangements, all with words, as words speaking to me. It said that satan is coming. It kept saying it. All around me in everything, every sound a voice, a word. I could see that I could get panicky or I could shift. I formed my own awareness that knew no satan was coming, and that the house could see this too, and I asked it now what do you say, knowing it would say what I knew. And it told me that he was not coming. The house spirit had pure awareness and could tell me anything and so we chatted awhile. Powerful sound allies are great friends to make. I went back down to the gym and pulled out a chair and started drumming on it then and merged my attention to the sound as I played and allowed my body to move to my vision, forming the sound as I perceived it to be with my attention. The sound danced into perfect rythems, bending and changing into different sounds. Spirits would take over and play as well, and played together. Our thoughts are the sound, the experience. Our minds lay the way before us. I remembered as I sat down at the piano many things I had learned and applied them to my playing. I had not played before and had no lessons. I remembered my ally could shift into any position with the focus of attention into that way and form. Just like a whole world can form into your dream and function exactly as you perceive it would then. I knew that if I imagined playing a certain way then that way would form into attention, it would become my action and reaction intended. I could imagine and set my action. So I imagined how I would learn, and how I would play and set into it. I quickly reached a point I was playing a beautiful song simply by imagining it in my attention and letting my body be moved into that action. My attention could see many things as I played then all at once in the energies and sound. We changed them so much and the spirit of the sound played with me and two pianos played together in one. Some of the spirits I had channeled into me were very strong and as they played within my body I could see my hands were projections as their forms of their bodies they cast within me. Now they didn't do all the work, I did most of it until they played, but they also were drawn into me, by me, to explore these positions with them further. I have entered into a lot, many times into astounding results. Totally programming sounds to the point of turning a picnic table into an advanced digital sound processor, that you control. Just tapping on something can sound like a trippy ass very complex and complete song as if being played on a radio. Turning from a techno digitally mastered beat into an authentic ancient indian drumming ritual that carries the energies of indians within it it seems, from then into.... what can you imagine sound to be? I enjoy seeing sound as a channel itself. The simple thought that manifests into active attention that says a tap can be added in between my taps, can make one, bam. magic. attention is sound here, makes sound. What do you focus on sound to be in your attention? I remember once in the night in the forest i heard rushing through the forest an animal, large, breaking branches, coming towards me. I heard the roar of a large wild cat out in the night not far at all, then another animal screaming and crying desperately. I grabbed the hurt animal in my attention and threw it through the forest to safety as the direction changed and it was pulled far off along with my attention. I jumped up and grabbed a bunch of forest twigs around me and cedar brush and grabbed the lighter in my pocket. I lit the flame and blew my attention into it, so that my body wills the flame to burst, and it do it better then I ever had before and it burst up into a flame lighting the night around me. All instinct. Silence followed and I did not see or hear that cougar again. But the newspaper said that a cougar had escaped from the zoo I read after.