You have to pay attention to their occurrences- they flow here and there, mostly unpredictable, but sometimes not- and leap into their weird flowing.
You have to be ready to have faith- some sorcerous occurrences are signaled by subtle events that lead up to them, and you have to take a chance at them.
You have to learn to recognize, to be very aware, very awake, very attentive, with all your senses.
Every real sorcerer is a master or mistress of opportunity.
They don’t miss much.
And I know what they are all looking for- the secret that makes magic really work- something I call “the authentic moment”, or the owl’s blink.
An “owlblink” is also a folkloric name for a curse or a harmful hexing; but, as a swift, silent, sudden occurrence, which really can’t be predicted, it is another name I give to the magical “authentic” moment.
And this moment, which happens when it will, is one of the sources of your real power to bring about sorcery.
It is a moment in which many insubstantial threads all get tied together and coincide just right, just perfect. You’ve experienced them before, trust me; but the more aware and awake you make yourself, the more you see with the soul, the more you’ll see that these special moments are moments when anything can really be possible.
This is the final truth at the bottom of the bag of sorcerous cunning- the authentic moment is something you search for, something you can live in joyful anticipation of.
You can’t search for it without inspiration, without a passionate love for the aesthetic of sorcery, the mystical, and the insubstantial.
You have to be excited for this kind of strange pursuit.
You have to love it. And, without even planning it, you’ll feel that sorcerous moment coming for you- there, at night, alone, as the winds pound the trees outside, your imagination will suddenly flare up, quite outside of your control, filling you with visions of the Pale People moving quietly through the crust of the Earth outside, and you’ll want to go to them.
Some of them look like dead people you’ve known; others have unearthly beauty, and some unearthly ugliness.
You’ll feel like you’re as light as a feather, a leaf on the wind, and you’ll dream of just flying through your window on the wind, to fly right into their company.
You’ll have insights about things you needed insights on.
You’ll have spontaneous emotional reactions. And just like that- maybe in minutes, maybe in an hour, you’ll be “you” again.
Things will seem more ordinary again.
But you will know that it was very real; it doesn’t feel the same as what you might call “an idle imagination”- you felt the chill in your spine; you know that, for a brief moment, or series of moments, your soul went away, and danced with otherworldly things. And this experience can never be repeated.
No real sorcerous work is ever repeated precisely as it was done before, just as no wind blows the same way twice, and no river flows the same way in the same place twice.
To grasp the Sorcerous, authentic moment is to drink from “The Cup That Must Be Broken”- the ancient vessel of sacrifice that was destroyed as soon as it was used.
That sacrifice was never repeated, always new, always evergreen, any time it was done.
No authentic sorcerous work is “repeatable” because the conditions that made it possible at the moment it was possible are gone forever.
New conditions may arise in the future- you may even conjure up some of those conditions, when you get powerful- but they’ll be different each time, too.
And there are so many conditions, seen and unseen, that create every authentic, sorcerous moment.
You can’t grasp them, or the magical moments, unless you first become aware of them. Becoming a seer, using the senses and soul properly, is thus required first, before a person becomes a “doer”, a worker of the Art.
