The Edge of Magic

Magic lives and breathes in every one of us. No matter how mundane it may seem, we always travel on the Edge of Magic. Around every bend, beneath every surface is a truth that can set us free. I am Serena and these are pieces of my life woven in words, invoking magicks of my own making in an experimental spell. Each word, each voice, each thought, each view weaves magic through me and you. Join me in casting or simply bask in the energy. Now is a wondrous time to awaken to possibilities...

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Errant Mistress

An explanation of how I got pulled into lying around in bed twirling my hair for days doesn't mean that my desire to continue casting during last week has abated. Hopefully now that my external strength is reutning I can play catach up and continue my tweaking of the overall form of the Edge and as well finally provide a little more info about your friendly neighbourhood sorceress since so many of you are curious. Mainly little wandering spirits right now but soon some people as well I expect.

Stay tuned aligned and aware for the times they are a changin...

ah the first hint of music referencing. Songs are so wonderful for shifting perspectives, altering energy and magic in general.

Crusade in a Distant Realm

So apparently it was in the cards for me to instead of as I had planned continue to add and enhance this little mystical project, succumb to virii that left me shivering beneath numerous layers of clothing. Unconsciousness brought to a far away place as often it does where the inhabitants of a pink owlrd defended their homeland against strange invaders whose form was enitrely gaseous.

iNdeed their entire civilization was built and formed out of gases with liquids and solids being using purely for tools and technology. Both of which were foucsed on weaponry. In my weakened state I was uncertain how much help I could be but sickness often induces a fluidity and a confidence that is not always hallucinatory.

Donning a sytlish and impossibly detailed breastplate and other armoured accoutrements in line with fantasy imbued fashion sense I slipped into the wilds of combat with alien grace.

The battle continued until the madness within my own body subsided and I found my self sweaty and peaceful in a tangle of blankets.

I often wonder if minor sicknesses like flus and colds serve some higher purpose. When I get sick many of my senses are altered or even heighten allowing me to perceive thing from a different perspective. The ffects it has on the body as a whole are remarkable as wel if you examine them with a sharper ye. Could these ailments be a physical extension of an attempt contact or brekathrough from beyond this world. An affront to those with scientific sensibilities? Hardly. Just a theory like the idea that isckness is an echo from a powerful event in a another place. virii align with us and give us fevers as ripples from the distant impact of a stone on the plane of our great lake, thrown from an even more distant shore.

Do you think these minor flus might pehrpas have ameaning beyond random infection? Could there be another purpose or possibility? What might it be?

Friday, January 06, 2006

When I wake...

Dreams converge.

Today they implied I should post a little something like this...

Your eyes bring you in
Your spirit connects
Your mind opens
Your heart pulses
Every feeling
Every thought
The spell evolves

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Borrowed or Conjured

It is interesting that in writing it is considered uncouth to use that which has been written before yet in magic it seems we cling to that which has been used before, and attach the same disdain to creating something new.

It's silly and intriguing.

One thing you'll learn about me . I love mirrors, physical or conceptual. Now then on to some verse from my first secondary caster.


The formless mind operates with brilliance, responding to sound, responding to form, illuminating wherever it is directed. Even though it may be localized, it is not local; while going along with the flow high and low, it is altogether inconceivable. If you look for it, it has no head; it has no tail. Where do its surges of radiant light come from? Just this conversation is all mental: mind is used to clarify mind, and mind reverts to spontaneity. Since it does not abide anywhere, where can you look for it? Its operation has no tracks and no traces. Get to know the person who is clearly seeking right now; dont disregard this and seek another aim.

- Kao-cheng

Form... Constructed or Conceived

There are plenty of ways of subdividing magic wielding and casting. One way that I frequently see is formed and formless. Admittedly that could many a great deal of things but forgive my lexicon for not being that razor sharp in this instance and allow me to explain what I mean.

A lot of magic has a structured form that helps focus the energy and intent involved. Ceremony, symbol and verse all in selected places to create a strong mystical design. Be it geometric, rhythmic or other, the form allows control through its shape. It adds power through its existence and its potent connections to ancient rite, force or entity. There are many other distinctions but my point is merely to give an idea of both so you take my meaning.

Formless magicks come from a more instinctual or improvisational place. Channeling energy on the go, tapping into the flow of reality and altering it through force of self directly or indirectly. There is less of a focus on creating an established structure or ceremony to implement effect. It is more of a continually changing and shifting manipulation of energy and mystic will. Guided by intuition and the senses, the sorceress selects what must happen in the next part of the spell. This is considerably more chaotic but allows for more on the spot spellcasting, which is quite helpful for many mages of the street and anyone who has need of magical assistance on short notice. It is also a more fluid experience I find then its counterpart.


Now obviously the lines I’ve drawn are hardly rigid barriers. Even an improvised spell has structure and form and even a structured spell is often altered by intuitive judgments and personal inclinations of the caster. But I make the differentiation to illustrate what I’m doing in “Edges of Magic”

While I am a avid lover of the magic of “form”, I am also equally endeared of “formless” magic (that which seems so beloved by the fae). This spell you are taking part in while appearing to be something of a more structured nature has a great deal of it’s roots in improvised sorcery.

If this were to be a more structured attempt then I would be much more careful with my words instead of creating sentence after sentence in pursuit of that lovely flow that runs through much of the most eloquent magics I’ve seen.

All this to say, I’m creating this spell with you moment by moment and I have no ultimate design planned outfor its creation let alone completion. Never having attempted something of this nature I thought it best to “experiment” with the medium before trying anything too elaborate and this style of casting is ever so suited to my brand of “experimentation”.

Primal Invocation

Welcome to my experimental spell. Over the years I’ve sampled many styles of casting and crafting magic. Each has its own unique feel and brings its own insights, eye-openers, perception shifters and myriad of results. I’ve toyed with creating my own, mingling the mystical flavours of several sources or expanding on existing mythos as I continue my own training. In the works of countless authors (yours truly included) melding magic with technology has been a fount of creative conjuration. Letting this girl’s mind spin and shape exciting and intriguing concepts for this union is the stuff that makes for provocative prose. Yet for all the literature one could use as a roadmap for melding these two mind-altering entities in our shared world, I have yet to come across any substantial developments in this wondrous dual layered expanse. Perhaps I simply haven’t found them yet but in the meantime I thought I would attempt my own exploration of a technique.

Here I will bind memories and thoughts to a spellform that exists in this electronic plane. Each emotion that rises from my words, each insight that springs from my thoughts connects another symbol to the design. Guided by my will and the connections to each spirit (be they woman, man, machine or one of the many others) the spell will evolve artistically creating a cascade of effects.

I invite you to join me in this networked incantation as a new concept in casting is unleashed.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Please Stand By...

This is a test of my connection to you.

In the event of actual communication, you will feel a tingling sensation where you dream.

Broadcast will begin shortly, my sweets.