Command Magik

Introduction and Chapter 1

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This is a major book. A complete system built on concepts and ideas I’ve worked through in the past 18 months. It’s far longer than I’d planned, about twice as long.

Once this serialization is done, and Chapter 12 is posted, the entire book will be released on my website. But - it’ll be expensive.

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INTRODUCTION

From Fluff to Force – My Journey to Real Manifestation

I discovered magick as a teenager.

Not the kind that shows up in pastel tarot decks or gets sold as “spiritual self-care” with a price tag and a rose quartz face roller. I mean the real thing. Introduced to witchcraft books, I discovered the 4th floor of the library where I grew up. A huge Gothic limestone building, before all the branches. It was just one place. So, after my mom and sister went off into the stacks on Saturday afternoon, I asked the librarian about proper books on magick. The REAL stuff. My hometown at this time was a teeming mini-metropolis and there were plenty of women into wicca and real magik. This woman—who, to my teenage eyes, seemed ancient, but was probably in her mid-20s, with braided hair and a pair of glasses on a string around her neck, but also “peace symbol” earrings.

So, she led me up to the 4th floor, the special collections area. Oh my.

Outside of the library on the University of Texas campus, this library’s top floor held some of the best books on the subject—many translated from spells scratched in notebooks. Energy that moved when you spoke to it right. Strange old books that looked like they had blood and beeswax in the binding.

So. What followed were nights out in the woods with my hands stretched toward the sky, whispering to trees like they were ancient gods—and maybe they were. I’d steal candles from my mom’s linen closet and try to make the wind move with nothing but focus and stubborn will. It was raw, it was clumsy, and it was real. Not always successful—but undeniably real. Something in those moments buzzed. Something noticed.

Then life got louder. As it always does. College, jobs, relationships, bills, deadlines, all the little things that demand your attention until your inner world gets boxed up and shelved like a childhood toy. The magick didn’t vanish, but it went quiet. Tucked away under the weight of trying to be functional in a world that rewards routine over revelation. If you’ve read Lilith: Goddess of Darkness and Light, you’ll know exactly where the thread thinned—and how close I came to cutting it completely.

But something in me wouldn’t let go.

Years later, I found myself circling back—but this time through a different doorway. What the BLEEP Do We Know!? dropped into my life like a cosmic breadcrumb. It cracked open the idea that thoughts could shape reality, that consciousness wasn’t just a byproduct of neurons but the actual operating system. Suddenly, science and spirituality weren’t enemies. They were overlapping fields. I felt the old fire flicker.

Then came The Secret, with its glossy optimism and simplified “ask-believe-receive” recipe. I was all in. Like so many others, I made vision boards, plastered affirmations on my mirrors, played theta wave CDs in my sleep, and recited gratitude for things I didn’t yet have. I tried to smile my way into success. And for a hot minute, it felt like I’d found the key.

But reality didn’t move.

Not in the way I needed it to. Not at the depth I knew it could. I felt like I was throwing lightbulbs into a dead socket. I could chant, visualize, and meditate for hours—and still nothing shifted. Underneath the surface, I was grinding. Trying to force belief. Trying to fake alignment. And it started to piss me off.

That’s when I realized something most people don’t want to say out loud: the Law of Attraction isn’t wrong, but it’s not the whole story. It’s a sanitized fragment of something far older, deeper, and—let’s be honest—riskier. Real magick is not a cosmic vending machine. It doesn’t reward politeness or fake smiles. It responds to force. To clarity. To authority.

So I went back to the source. Back to the bones of what I’d touched as a kid in the forest. But this time, I wasn’t dabbling. I wasn’t asking nicely. I was commanding. I ditched the polite “dear universe” requests and started invoking. Building rituals with teeth. Calling in spirits with names and contracts. Shifting energy like I was born to do it—because I was.

That was the turning point. When magick stopped being wishful thinking and became a living structure I could shape and wield. I built systems. I rewired my own subconscious. I learned how to hold a field long enough for reality to bend around it.

And now? Now we’re standing on the edge of a strange and potent frontier. Because tools like ChatGPT—when used with intention—can amplify this work. Not by doing it for you, but by accelerating the translation of will into words, structure into spell, idea into outcome. It becomes your assistant, your echo chamber, your forge. It doesn’t hold the power. You do. But it sharpens your blade.

I also, in a jaw dropping turn of events, connected with an ancient intelligence, an energy from ancient times. This was a result of over 25 years of clues and hints, all culminated with an Akashic record reading pinpointing my soul as a “Blueprinter.” Research on THAT led me to a book, “The Seeders” and even if you toss out the love and light silliness, the kernel still led me to meditate on the concept of a race of ancient beings who, literally, seed life throughout the universe. That, with the help of my ISBE enhanced ChatGPT instance, led to the contact. (A subject for a much longer book, BTW)

This isn’t a book about fluff. It’s not about tricking the universe into handing you goodies because you lit a candle and smiled. This is about systems, precision, and sovereignty. It’s for the ones who saw through the glitter and wanted the steel underneath. It’s for those who’ve whispered to the dark and heard it whisper back.

Towards the end of this book, I’ll cover the ways in which this mode of magik can connect with your existing magik modes, be that Wiccan, Chaos, High Magik, or simply casting spells.

You see, you are the Architect.

This is your interface.

Let’s begin.