Machine-assisted translation. The original Russian publication is linked below.
Senior student of Fatum school,
Pilgrim Lines platform "World of Atlantis"
- Raven Borzov
Hello colleagues
Today I would like to talk to you about combat magic. And to be precise, it’s about combat magic in everyday life. To begin with, let me remind you what this concept is and what battle magicians do.
Battle magicians are engaged in the development of egregors, societies, and civilizations. They study civilizations and seek to control their development. Their competence includes topics such as economics, politics, management, and sociology. Battle magicians form a fairly rigidly organized environment, which they control with their consciousness. Each battle mage has some kind of control zone within his competence - this is some kind of system cell. He is identified with this cell and perceives it as his body. This is some kind of zone in society. This cell is equivalent to the consciousness mass of a battle mage. As consciousness develops and grows, this zone will grow.
This is if you think in global categories, but... Let's remember the principle of controlled stupidity. To put it literally: you need to do what you can influence at the moment. In this regard, I want to tell you how this happens using one very mundane example.
Not long ago, a real hurricane swept over our region. Somewhere roofs were blown off, and somewhere trees were knocked down. I experienced this miracle thunderstorm in a country house. Let me tell you what a spectacle it was. But that’s not about that now. As often happens in rural areas, the lights went out when it rained. This was the reason for my departure to the city the next day. After spending a week in the shower apartment, I again asked for nature. Arriving at the place, I was surprised to find there was no light. Well, okay, I decided and went about my business. Three days flew by unnoticed. I must say that the lack of electricity did not cause me any particular difficulties. The exception was the lack of communication. In a remote area, these concepts are interconnected. The signal amplifier also consumes electricity.
Sometimes I had to run to the center of the field to get communications. There I met hypothetical neighbors who told me that they had already left a request with the emergency service three times and things were still there. I must say that our village once consisted of more than a thousand families. Now three families and I live there. The distance between us is from 500m to one and a half kilometers. This is the village. In short, the legacy of a more developed civilization, and around there is a riot of life energies. 17A in its purest form. But now again this is not about that.
So on the third day, in the evening, we came across the problem of power supply. Having tuned in to the situation, I realized two things. First, all actions to solve the problem have already taken shape. Secondly, in the situation itself there is a freeze and lack of movement vector. So we need to somehow get this all off the ground. We need to add movement energy. There is not enough fire energy. The next question is where to get this energy.
And this is where the places of power that we are slowly exploring come to the rescue. The most powerful anomaly with the required characteristics that can serve as a source is the Medveditskaya Ridge. There are ball lightning and spontaneous combustion of people.
I tune in to the place of power from the photo and use it as a source of fire power. The ridge easily shares the flow of energy that I pour into the energy supply situation. Let me remind you that the mechanism for solving the problem itself was already formed without me. The only thing missing was driving energy. I go to bed with a feeling of accomplishment.
The morning began with a visit from another temporary resident of our village. And then all I could do was blink my eyes. The neighbor came from the capital itself. In the middle of the week. He said that late last night he had a fight with his wife and decided to rush to the dacha. Four hundred kilometers is not a distance for a Muscovite. Having discovered the absence of light, he came to me to ask how long this disgrace would last. Having found out how things were, he called us an unprintable word and with the phrase look, he ran to the field. Smiling to myself, I went to make coffee on the gas burner. The most amazing thing happened then. Two hours later, two repair crews were on site. Not immediately, of course, but by evening the light was given. And I prepared evening tea on the electric stove.
