In reality, the body isn’t a trap, isn’t a fetter, but until you learn to use your white body, your wind-body, the witch’s flying fetch, your thinking is centered in a very material-seeming sense to a world with a few simple rules- rules that don’t include “tying” gasses or clutching at sounds.
In that limited way of seeing, the body seems like a big weight holding you down, and limiting you to space, time, gravity, and the never ending struggle of wealth versus poverty, and health versus illness. But the wind body- it can transcend the apparent rules, quite easily, as easily as a breeze passing by you in the night.
The soul, the wind-body, is a granary full of grains of power.
Countless powers- countless capacities, many which have never been named before- all gathered inside that silo of a body that you bathe and feed and give medicine to when it feels bad.
Ever notice how taking care of the ordinary body is precisely like keeping a pet?
We respond quite carefully to our bodily pains and wants, but never to our soul’s needs and wants, at least, not often.
Unlike your body-pet, the soul won’t die on you one day. However, unless you’ve gotten used to living and experiencing the world in that sorcerous wind-body by the time you die, you will miss your pet greatly, and be pained by it- maybe confused, maybe lost.
The soul is the secret granary of witchery.
But every collection of great grains needs a silo to house it, so the body is an anchor to completeness.
There is no “soul=good, body=bad” logic to be found in real sorcery.
There is no “ignore the senses” logic, either, as we have seen.
The senses are tied to the body, making your body, like your soul, a sorcerous vessel.
It’s just a vessel that has a particular destiny, while the soul has another.
For this meeting we call a lifetime, a full being has expressed itself, and that is a being of fearful terrors and many wonders.
If you’re only living from the red body, the body of blood and tissues, sorcery is just a bunch of words and lame, weird ideas.
There is no explanation for it that will suit you, at all.
When you engage the white and the red, soul and body, you start to realize the uncomfortable truth- Sorcery has no actual “hard and fast” rules.
It doesn’t work on a “logic”- it works because the world is sorcerous, and you by nature are also sorcerous, and because in such a nature, strange things occur pretty regularly.
