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Energy
manipulation
Wow, here we
are at week 10! The muse is alive and kicking currently, so I have been hard at
work on my novel, but I would really like to start getting these
posts up on the right day. I'm not going to make it this week either, but I'm closer than I have been in recent weeks. I have been
trying to think ahead to topics I want to explore in the future in the hope
that I can be better prepared when they roll around. Plus, if inspiration
strikes I can write them whenever and just sit on them until time to post.
This week is
Energy Manipulation. I think that spells, shields, prayers, and human magic are
all a form of energy manipulation. I am
not taking away from their power or sacredness by calling them that either. A
rainbow is still beautiful colors in the sky no matter how you define it. This
post doesn’t deal with anything so lofty, but more a series of experiences I
had as a teenager.
See, I’ve
been playing with energy for years, even before I really knew what that was
what I was doing.
What comes
to mind first though, when I think energy manipulation, is my heart brother and
I.
When we were
teenagers our parents started living together and by extension, of course, so
did we. Completely different worlds, he and I, but we became close and have
remained so over the years despite distances. Definitely a case of family being
made up of people you find rather than people you are born to. I love my heart
brother very much.
He was my willing
guinea pig several times with energy healing and some trance work, but what was
really fun were the energy balls we could create. I discovered by accident that
if I held my palms apart and concentrated I could feel hot energy form there
like a swirling ball of electricity. If I spread my palms apart it grew and if
I slowly moved my hands back together there was a feeling of resistance.
It was so
cool.
I learned
that if I inhaled and pulled from deep inside my chest, I could actually feel
something moving down my arms and out of my hands. I think now that I was
pulling from my own energy, because if I didn’t suck it back in when I was done
playing I would find myself exhausted and headachy.
Somehow I involved
my heart brother. I probably called him down to my room and said check this out
and he dove in too, but it’s been a very long time since those days and the
details get fuzzy. What I do remember clearly is creating a ball of energy and
having him put his hand in it. I remember his eyes going wide and a huge grin.
He could feel it too! It never crossed my mind then that it could be dangerous,
so I’m very glad it didn’t end up hurting either of us.
We tried to
share the ball and that worked too. (is everyone’s energy compatible like that
or was it something special to us? I wonder about that now as I write this.
Feel free to weigh in.)
I remember
it was getting dark and the room was very gloomy and greyish-blue, but we were
so entranced with what we were doing that I don’t think either of us really
noticed. At one point, he started backing away to see how far we could stretch
it and he made it all the way across the room and into the hallway with no loss
of connection. Now when we did that it was no longer a ball of energy but more
two streams connecting our hands. (My palms are tingling thinking of all this.)
He came back across the room to me until
our hands were nearly touching. Both wondering what would happen we sealed our
hands together. Nothing happened, but we both jumped. Laughing (like the kids
we were) we both said that we had expected a spark or a zap.
What we were
doing was 100% real to both of us. The only thing lacking was being able to
actually see the energy we were stretching like taffy.
Writing
about this has really reminded me of how much I used to play around with stuff
like that. I should try to reincorporate it mindfully into my life. I realize
now how much I miss it.
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