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
See: bit.ly/kineticmagic
