Confession of a Magician:
How I Became One of Us

My teacher found me when I was 13. After 2-3 simple tests he estimated that I was a suitable candidate. For some reason I trusted him, later I understood why: I didn't have a goal, nothing to devote myself to, nothing to apply my talents to. That's why my goal became to learn everything my teacher showed me in the beginning of my training. I dedicated all my time to perfecting myself in this area. It wouldn't be possible to find a better disciple.
The basis of magic consists of Laws that should be followed by all magicians notwithstanding their origin, color of magic or level. The Third Law states: no magician, never, nowhere, under no circumstances should reveal himself to anyone. The conclusion is obvious: whoever openly declares being a sorcerer or a magician, isn't really one of them. Because the punishment for tresspassing any of the Laws is death or something worse than death. The exceptions from the Third Law are only combinations: Teacher-Disciple and Magician-Magician. The latter occurs extremely rarely - as a rule, we prefere not to communicate with each other...
Incantations are the backbone of the applied magic. These are long collocations that do not make sense in any language. None of us knows what mechanisms make them work. But the fact is that these sounds influence the reality in a strictly defined way. Any distortion in pronouncing the text of an invocation poses the danger of the Invisible Menace. In better case they simply won't work, otherwise consequences can be dreadful. It is believed that invocations are remainders of the legendary Ancient Language, but no one (except me) ever managed to find any regularities in them, even with the use of most sophisticated computer programs. A few daredevils who attempted to create and pronounce their own texts, ended up very badly. One of them was my teacher...Therefore, magician's qualifications are defined by the number of invocations he knows and by his skill in applying them. When I realized this, I kept learning and memorizing, learning and memorizing and so on, so on, until I noticed that the deeper I went into this knowledge, the stranger changes occured in myself. Some of them were pleasing: I was getting better at sports, could run much faster than my classmates; small scratches and bruises healed instantly; I could stay up as long as I wanted to, without getting tired; once I submerged my head in water and timed it - the first signs of suffocation appeared only after 6 minutes...
But the true confidence in my powers I got after I fell down from the 4th floor and got only a couple of bruises.

However some of the changes made me very uncomfortable. I could tolerate exposure to direct sunlight and heat with great difficulty. Once my classmates decided to go the the Orthodox church. As we approached it, I felt bad, and it intensified as we were getting closer: suddenly I got a headache, nausea, weakness; I coudn't breathe, there was a burning ang twisting pain in my joints. Finally, when the light reflected from one of the crosses blinded me, I cried out and ran away, full of inexplicable horror...
And mirrors: I couldn't see myself in mirrors! I had to avoid them, but they were lurking for me everywhere- at home, at school, in the shops. It was a pure nightmare. It urged me to master the art of creating illusions. I remember it so vividly: my teacher and I are sitting next to each other, I am moving a phantom around the room, and the teacher is correcting me: "Denser -- I can see through it. Don't forget -- sound, color, smell, texture, taste... Yes... Shadow, you forgot the shadow! Stop, I can see through it again -- don't lose concentration." Many sessions later I learnt to walk past mirrors proudly observing from the corner of my eye the reflection which was purely the fruit of my hard work. Afterwords I got so well trained that I could easily move several phantoms at a time.
Also I cleared out the situation with places of worship. I can easily enter synagogues, mosques etc., but I cannot get to a Russian Orthodox church closer than 85 steps. There must be SOMETHING there that is dangerous for practicing magicians. And they say that God is one...

"Borislav" from Zelenograd

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