On the Wings of Hope: Prose (Recognized)

Mage Nag

Today I woke up as always late. My pure and blissful Astral didn't want to release me in this frail, dirty and sinful world. But I had to. Had to return back once again to help the disadvantaged, to set despaired on the right path and to rescue and protect the whole horde of locally lost souls in every other way possible. Yes, I woke up as of late – but, after all, can a respectable and powerful magician eventually afford himself a little bit more than what is allowed to others? Well, certainly, he can!

Today a rather responsible day awaited me – a new big customer and, if luck would smile upon me, all honest brotherhood of his acquaintances were going to visit me. From the anticipation of a good bargain, magic heat spread throughout my mental body so that I left this dirty reality for somewhat about twenty more minutes. Having returned, I jumped up like a scalded one, for I remembered that I haven't yet managed to carry out today's morning ritual of purification – and started working instantly.

Under purification, I, most certainly, understand the ritual of chopping so-called energy tails – a thing, known to every magician of the slightest degree of knowledge. All right, I will explain for all of you so that you can understand it clearly: I was going to clean up my karma once again. It's necessary to add, that aforementioned process has always given me fair pleasure, and mainly the understanding of the fact that it's required to spend only several dozens of minutes per day – and all your karma for previous day gets cleared, you become as pure as the God's innocent person, and your chances to enter the Paradise stand close to a magic "one hundred" number. I, certainly, mean the temporary karma instead of personal, but that's it... a slight specification. And cleaning of personal karma is in no way tougher – the process takes about fifteen minutes (and recently thanks to active training I almost fastened it to somewhat about fourteen minutes and thirty seconds), and must be carried out far less often – one time per month suffices. Well, is that not great, not inspiring? Truly, great ways are opened for us, magicians!

Having finished off with purification, I dived into Astral once again to check the condition of my spiritual armor. Its state was, to tell the truth, far from the best – keep sharping, keep sharping their teeth on their own benefactors all these spiteful and choleric men, keep striking it with their energetic blows. What can be taken from these ones? The beasts they are, the beasts they are going to die once. And let their rest be a long one!

I poured a part of my morning forces into the strengthening of the protection, having especially taken care of areas of chakras and the solar serpent (for the uninitiated ones I will explain, that these are the most important power centers of a mental body of the magician). Besides all other things, this time I have poured truly other-worldly (my head and hands were still shivering for at least ten minutes at the completion of the process) power into designed by me "Shield of anger". Once more time I should explain that this is a special kind of energetic protection, which not only absorbs light and moderate power energetic blows, transferring a portion of its energy to a shield's maker (the term known as magical adsorption) but also reflects a part of negative energy back to the attacker. Now I will not only be able to take away a part of their own force but make a strike back to all these spiteful beasts, sucking away my forces! For an instant, I imagined the expression of the face of the one, who would dare to make the first strike and my spiritual essence was overwhelmed with delight.

I was distracted from this blissful state by so inopportunely made doorbell call. So, came, they came, my new dear guests, aspiring to recover from their nasty sores, unfairly bestowed upon them. Well, this work suits well such a powerful magician as I am.

I opened the door, already anticipating how I would greet my notable guests – but instead of them, I saw on a threshold some strange being with a faint resemblance to those which are called as Hounds and dwell in the bottom layers of Another world.