Conjuring's Arcane, or One Nights Adventure

Arcane, an adjective that breaths Magick into everything that carries it. Trace it's history back in time to the Latin word Arcanus, meaning "secret, hidden, private and concealed". We see it among the titles carried by Merlin, King Solomon, One Eyed Odin, and more recently the Wizard Gandalf the Grey. Wonders Arcane surround us at the border between our Conscious knowing. Only truly coming out to play dancing with the half remembered phantoms of dream.

Those who make their home in this half shadowed realm of Hidden peaks and Uncanny valley’s Walk a tight ropes balance between the greater reality of what is and it’s connecting threads of what might be, living a storybooks worth of unusual ventures Arcane. What I am about to share is could be one such story …

It was a Blackened stormy night not so long ago... The Candles were lit, the circle was cast! The sounds of wind, rain, and thunder played a syrens song from outside the closed windows. A music fit for the mood of dancing smoke stacks emerged from an ancient urn of burning black Benzoin, Frankincense and Tobacco. Like swirling dervishes the clouds of incense spiraled upwards, filling the room with an accompanying cast of shadows. My Voice submerged into the scene as I continued to peering into the Hanging Obsidian Glass reflecting new worlds unexplored. The preliminary Incantation complete, I allowed my eye dive deeper still into the ebony mirrors depths as the Dark Mirror began to sway.. Gently, rocked by a gentle breeze that came from somewhere outside of the still expectant air of the room.

Somewhere inside of that Ocean deep I found myself starring at glyphs of fire. They circled, bending their nature around a swirling mist conjuring two green glowing eyes, that slowly became the face of a Man.. Or was it an Owl? Not one or the other, but both and yet somehow something entirely different. As the glyphs became words I could now identify a name and a pronouncement. "I am e'Yurkiim" it whispered.

This was my first experience with the Entity that called itself e'Yurkiim, a messenger from somewhere not far away. He spoke of other circles drawn and wild magick's written in the nights skies as also within the earths depths. I was told of things related to what we might call Elemental’s, Fairy, or Djinn. Times come and some that only might have passed in a very different time. These being have many names around the world including Fairies, Devils and Angels. What of this art of Conjure and Channeling?

Are what we tapping into Alien intelligence's or maybe something deeper from within ourselves? One might argue, and not without a base that what transpired here was a product of trance and a Romantic notion. Call me me a bleeding heart and you’d be right, but I continue to take the original stance myself and not without reason. Even as I savor the taste of the Mad Synchronism and happenstance that accompany this magical world. As a trained and practiced Hypnotist I can swallow the idea of the scene being a product of phantom imaginings. Notice my stomach begins to upset after a chew, finding little substance to answer any of the Physical Phenomena that accompany such episodes within the life of a modern Wizard.

I continued listening to the circling syllables that danced around my Friend e'Yurkiim, the sight of the letters drew you deeper into the sounds of it’s echoing Voice.. A Voice that echoed within the inner air. The Burning Hieroglyphs seemed providing an accompanying communication much as would a Mans Body Language. I received instructions in etiquette of the Hidden Folk, Histories of another world, and even an all to short lecture on the different Faith's of these "Beings". It was an Anthropologist Dream of strange Geographies, Politics, and Culture. As fascinating as all this was, most interesting of all was in the Character of e'Yurkiim himself. A Scholar by profession, stern mood and discipline with stories foreign to my tongue.. A character that seemed to pour out of the atmosphere of the smoky candle lit stacks of burning Frankincense.

After the initial candles blew themselves out the being e'Yurkiim stayed with my family for several weeks, sharing fantastic stories of Emerald skies and Mountains that were as wide as they climbed the to the stars. At the same time e’Yurkiim continued to give lessons on the nature of Magick, Spirit Conjure, and the Etiquette of a different race much in the same way I would imagine a shrewd stewardess. It turns out I hadn't grown much more diligent as a student since my days as a school boy. After some rather out of the ordinary electrical issues plagued our household I decided to bid farewell to the sprite.

After the immediate cleaning of the house, I found myself quite satisfied in the notion that what had came out of the mirror was an entity from outside of my own imaginative mind. Which ever stance the reader might take on this fascinating episode , I feel it retains the unquestionably title, Arcane.