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Suspension of Belief
Feb. 28th, 2010 05:58 pm
One of the hardest things about magic for me has always been the ability to suspend my belief in the real world.
Thinking as a practiced, experienced and knowledgeable witch, I would simply create my Bowling Shirt Man. I would visualize him, down to the last button on his black and flame printed shirt, the pattern of his cotton wife-beater under it, the studs on his belt, the fade spots on his jeans, the creases in his boots... the rugged youthfulness of his high cheekbones, the blue-green of his eyes, his sardonic arched brows, his slicked, black, duck's ass hair... his voice, his swagger, his laugh. His hands... His scent.
I would visualize us meeting somewhere, a casual encounter that went farther.
And if I poured enough energy and desire into this magnificent thought-form of a man, he would appear. One thing would lead to another, and I'd have my hands full of an affair wrought from the flames of Will and want, one that would, as all things magickal are wont to do, end badly.
But Gods, the sex would be fucking fantastic while it lasted.
However, I know it'll never happen. Magick eventually falls back into the dust and spent dreams of reality.
Thinking as a practiced, experienced and knowledgeable witch, I would simply create my Bowling Shirt Man. I would visualize him, down to the last button on his black and flame printed shirt, the pattern of his cotton wife-beater under it, the studs on his belt, the fade spots on his jeans, the creases in his boots... the rugged youthfulness of his high cheekbones, the blue-green of his eyes, his sardonic arched brows, his slicked, black, duck's ass hair... his voice, his swagger, his laugh. His hands... His scent.
I would visualize us meeting somewhere, a casual encounter that went farther.
And if I poured enough energy and desire into this magnificent thought-form of a man, he would appear. One thing would lead to another, and I'd have my hands full of an affair wrought from the flames of Will and want, one that would, as all things magickal are wont to do, end badly.
But Gods, the sex would be fucking fantastic while it lasted.
However, I know it'll never happen. Magick eventually falls back into the dust and spent dreams of reality.
