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The awakening of the Wizard Cover Art Ambra Panetta Translation of Douglas Swannie

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He vaguely remembered the existence of basic steps, techniques that would have recalled others, simultaneous activations of several spheres with the evocation of one of them.

However, first he had to put his head in order, clean up, and restore his mind.

He began to stare at a point: a dark spot on the opposite wall of the room. This was one of the basic exercises: staring as long as possible without looking away and thinking about something else. He knew he would have to fight with the thousand thoughts that would come running to fill his mind and he would have to drive them away to keep it clear and empty.

He remembered, as he saw them arriving, that they would gradually become stronger, more important, more impelling. Here are the first ones, trifles, small events of the day, memories surfacing from a spontaneous association, small tasks; and now necessities, things to do 'immediately', phone calls, communications, expenses, commissions for which he really could not waste time, he could not stay there doing nothing. Finally, considerations, thoughts sent away with more reluctance, but which he would have liked to fulfil, memories from a more and more remote past, which he had not thought for so long and, not paying attention to them, they would have been lost for many years to come. Moreover, under these thoughts, the needs of his body, even these were strong at the beginning, but afterwards, being ignored, they tended to decrease. The immobility was against the need to change position, to scratch himself; to fight against many small nuisances usually ignored and that here became bigger.

Just stare at the Point; the rest comes by itself.

His mind became again docile, ductile, and more acute. He knew that he would need more sessions; that this would not be enough, but he began to feel the effect, to recognize old sensations, like the directional Energy one, which follows a focused thought, even without direct actions amplifying it. The muscular tension due to immobility was somehow sublimated to constitute the channels of this Energy, which were starting to awaken.

He blocked these ideas in an instant, and restarted staring at a point, which was only in his eyes and in his head. Other applications would come later, even using the same technique; for now it was enough for him to stop at this stage, his goal was to obtain clearness.

His mind wasn’t completely closed; it allowed moments related to the techniques re-enactment and to the suggestions connected to what he was doing. Earlier this would have been difficult to filter.

He blocked his thoughts but allowed himself to memorize some notes related to the technique. Actually, they came by themselves, as he used to do in the past; he took note of them later on. The same for other Spheres involvement: a steady hand in mid-air blocked the thoughts “on one side” (on the side of the mind from which they were arriving), the visualization of a bubble around them made them slide back, and so on. However, they were small concessions: in that moment, he was only interested in regaining control.

He insisted on the same, simple, staring action.

The rule required him to stop when he had acquired the attitude of the mind to resist for hours. Therefore, he did it.

A little later, he tried again to stare at a point, but he did so with an Order in his mind. Of course, the whole Technique would have needed the involvement of more Spheres for the evocation and direction of Energies according to the desired purpose. However, he was interested only in warming up, reopening pores that had long been closed; if ever there had been a reactivation of certain faculties, this would have been spontaneous.

And even the Order, for this time not too radical, issued to involve and purify in some way the whole mind: it gave him the opportunity to listen to himself, testing his own "muscles" by pulsating, relaxing and stretching them. He was mentally stretching.

A candle at the back of the room (probably his wife had lighted it to show it to the child, he thought). Put it out. Keep your eyes on it with only that idea in mind. He did not do it for long or continuously, since he could not remain motionless with his eyes wide open among other people.

This time, it wasn’t so much the effect on the mind that he felt, as the one on his body. The control, the effect of immobility on command, began to be felt as a vertical energy flow, along the vertical column towards the arms and upwards, or grounded through his feet. The tension due to immobility, keeping an upright position and at the same time relaxed, gave the physical perception of Energies evoked, saved, and conveyed in a very precise direction.

Space. The evocation of images was not prevented; he left his mind free to create them even if he didn’t voluntarily look for them; they would arrive later on, over time, during the reactivation of other Spheres. However, something was already there: the effect of a perceived space. Fixing the luminous flame on the other part of the room meant stretching himself up it in order to wrap it, embrace it, persuade it lovingly to die out, crush it, and suffocate it.

Together with the thread that connected him to the target, he perceived the expansion of a part of himself occupying the surrounding space, up to the side walls, sometimes on the ceiling, passing over and through everything, objects and people that somehow lost consistency, importance, becoming part of the landscape, a mass in movement, interesting only as part of the game.

Maintaining these images required energy, and created a tension that gave them consistency.

Moreover, he had to restore his own sensitivity: the negative, passive side of his Concentration.

His hearing, sharper than his normally prevailing sight, was a good start. He forced himself for a while to try to identify birds' songs, buried by the noises, which should have been “in the background” and instead he discovered were dominating everything: cars on the street, the television in the other room, the neighbours’ footsteps and voices, and a thousand other sounds that he usually did not notice. He fixed his focus on the essential, on the details, on the general framework specifics, separating the fine from the gross.