Atmoskinetics Update: So Far What I'm Doing for My Neck of the Woods

Atmos-kinetics…

Well, I’ve experimented with three things this summer in California.

First, I called down a cold front by vocalizing my will to the northern winds. The result is a cold front sweeping down, and then brushing off to the east mountains.

Second, I released my anger into the atmosphere, thinking of my clenched fists as thunder. I did this in the early evening. The result came about at midnight or so, in the form of lightening and a good size of thunder well into the hallowed hours of morning.

Third, I took a chart that I normally use to dowse the weather and placed a crystal on it. I pointed the crystal toward the coldest image, and then concentrated my will upon it in the form of the word ‘Winter’ (image of snowy skies). Then, I placed this chart on my crystal radio unit, and put California on the output.

All results are either in the same day or the same week.

As for other work, I’ve gone back into trance meditation. So far I am able to get my body partially detached at will. This is a method I use to loosen or free my aura from the physical to a degree. The result is that I am later able to do other meditations with vivid sensations and staggering results.

The one thing I haven’t done since moving back to the United States is ship over my hexagram-psychometric-board. I could build a new one, but I really like my old unit. This is the same board I used to dissolve Neoguri down into a smaller tropical storm (A storm which merely brushed Tokyo, in contrast to what some yellow journalists have written about it.).

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Wyrd Draum Weoruld

I was thinking back to all the places I have lived, and have found one thing in common with all of these places. A heart shaped twig or pair of twigs, and sometimes a spill (oil, sap, water, etc.) would be discovered by my doorstep. Well, it turned out that my friend, a girl who I used to draw a heart by her door step, had passed away years ago. During those years of her disappearance I kept finding these hearts by my doorstep. So, today when I was thinking about this, well, I went to the news app and found a photo of a heart shaped sun spot on our Sun.

It would seem that spirit knows no boundary for expression.

I was driving to the city dump, and while along the way there I was thinking about twisters. Well, on the way back I saw a solid looking dust devil, but it was making a loud whistling sound, and was very well formed for a mere dust devil.

These are just a couple of weird things I wanted to share. Really, though, these things happen all the time, and we mostly do not notice the web of synchronizing cosmic components in our daily routine.

#Wyrd

In the Pursuit of Magic and Destiny

It begins with imagination, is cultivated in knowledge, rewarded with experience, and may end in narcism or wisdom.

Like my mentor before me, the grand master of psionics, Charles W. Cosimano, I firmly believe in the right of the individual to pursue his/ her own destiny despite what other people might protest.

 

The universe sort of nudges magicians along until we are ready to influence our will upon it. Here is a story of my own experiences as a young and budding magician.

In my teen years I was drawn to a book written by Charles W. Cosimano, with the title: Psionic Power. A spiritual force moved me over to the only copy of this book, and I took it home with me. Something like a year after, I kept this book with me to reference, study over and over, and digest the information within it.

During a camping trip I encountered a gang of young men who beat me up and threw me into a river. It was a night I’ll never forget. But, alas, when I woke up, and checked myself for bruises and broken bones, a visitor came to me.

I sat there around the camp in a lawn chair—as I said, checking myself for broken bones, and finding that I had fractured my head—when a shadow drew over me. I looked up into the earthy face of an American Indian. He handed a coverless book to me. The parchment was moist and yellow. I asked why he was giving me this book. To this the Indian replied that the book had washed up against some rocks on the river next to my camp. He said that it must belong to me. He was certain of it, and that it was important to return it to me. I looked through the pages, seeing the inner title page was still intact. The title read Psionic Power, by Charles W. Cosimano.

When I looked up, the Indian was out of sight.

This wasn’t the only time when the universe nudged me along to get me on to the path of purpose and the pursuit of my destiny. When I was seven my family moved to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. It was while I lived in Riyadh that I played my first game of Dungeons and Dragons. It was also in the Arabian desert where I encountered the invisible entities who dwell therein the desert.

A voice sounded to my inner ear, “Over here!”

I looked, and I saw that there were dust devils, small and spinning like dancing ladies over the churning sands of Arabian desert. For whatever reason I instinctively knew that I could manipulate or influence the movement of these little twisters. A voice came again, “Over here”. And when I looked up, there I saw the biggest dust devil I have seen ever since. It towered high into the reddish funnel cloud, and it came down a path in the desert just off and a ways from me. I stood in its path, testing all my courage (or stupidity), and the twister hit me. My ears were filled with sand. More interestingly, an electrical vibe passed through my body. And as I walked away from that place in the sands, I could hear behind me the giggling of children. I looked and saw no one as far as the eye can see. Only the mirage on the horizon.

Later, when I was a teen, the spirit encounters intensified. These encounters included everything from manifestations to being paralyzed. I’ve seen portals open, some of a white diamond shape with angular beings within, and others shadowy, spiraling, and tentacles flailing about on the ceiling. When my house shook, and the halls creaked under the strain of the entity’s presence, I decided to send it away, and tell it to leave my presence. The next thing I remember is being able to see outlines around plants, objects, and people.

When I eventually came into contact with Charles Cosimano, I was a late teen. The year was 1988-89. I trained under Chuck’s occasional guidance, and even became distant friends with my mentor. In the year of 2003, Charles W. Cosimano admitted to me that I was his greatest student, and that most people are just crazy (But your ideas actually work! He would go on saying over the phone.)

Over the decades I’ve discovered that I can really manipulate kinetics—That is, anything that is in motion or active at present. So, I went on to create a system called Kinetic Magic.

See: bit.ly/kineticmagic

Magic isn't all imaginary stuff which can be readily ignored or brushed aside. Some of its lessons are brutal in either honesty and trickery. In one of my worst experiences I had helped a colleague rid thier house of a poltergeist, only to have the entity follow me home,punch the back of my neck with an invisible projectile, and dislocate bone in my neck. The exrays later revealed the swelling of nerves, and the bone out of alignment.

Some pains are not temproray, though many young folks will argue that pride is forever, and that pain is temporary. Make not this mistake.