The Toy Sorcerer (The Ancient Knowledge Book 1)
The word "familiar" is from the Latin familiaris, meaning a "household servant," and was intended to express the idea that Sorcerers and Shamans had spirits as their servants, ready to obey their commands. Having a "familiar" as a servant is a far cry from a ally as outlined above.
Just the same, the punchline is Sorcerers and Shamans "were thought to have familiars. Basically what you have here is a word-based description shaped around the phenomenon. It is a verbal explanation by the layperson to make sense of how any unexplained form of the Power of the Shaman manifests itself. A Tulpa is a being or object whose existance comes to the conventional plain through nothing but the sheer willpower of the thought process, taking on a fully materialized and functional physical form as endowed by the processor of the thought.
They are not an entity whole and independent of the maker, like say an Ally or familiar is envisioned. Nor do they have powers or abilities beyond or greater than their creator. So too, for the most part, unlike the similar thoughtform Servitor , Tulpas do not remain or stay in obeisance as a familiar is said to remain. Of Tulpas, Alexandra David-Neel writes in Magic and Mystery in Tibet : Once the tulpa is endowed with enough vitality to be capable of playing the part of a real being, it tends to free itself from its maker's control.
This, say Tibetan occultists, happens nearly mechanically, just as the child, when his body is completed and able to live apart, leaves its mother's womb. Sometimes the phantom becomes a rebellious son and one hears of uncanny struggles that have taken place between magicians and their creatures, the former being severely hurt or even killed by the latter. Tibetan magicians also relate cases in which the tulpa is sent to fulfill a mission, but does not come back and pursues its peregrinations as a half-conscious, dangerously mischievous puppet. The same thing, it is said, may happen when the maker of the tulpa dies before having dissolved it.
Yet as a rule the phantom either disappears suddenly at the death of the magician or gradually vanishes like a body that perishes for want of food.
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On the other hand, some tulpas are expressly intended to survive their creator and are specially formed for that purpose. See also: Apportation Revisited. As for the ally, what is meant when I say " people think that an ally is an entity of some sort, when in reality it is an euphemism? Why is such the case? Because humans have a tendency to remake the unknown into the familiar, something they know and can relate to. Humans in doing so are highly anthropomorphic , that is they apply "human-like" and sometimes "nonhuman-like" but recognizable tendencies around the phenomenon.
Just like some people see faces in the grilles and front ends of cars while others see archers and goats and snakes by connecting the dots of stars in the constellations, they also apply human-recognizable attributes to manifestations of the power. When something is seen or understood to have been moved or changed or interacted with by the Power of the Shaman, somehow hands and arms and sometimes claws and teeth and other such things are created in the mind's eye to make sense of it all.
Hands and arms and claws and teeth of course, by default, means some sort of a body for them to be attached to which, again by default, means a head, mind, and possibly conscious, independent thought. Viola , the power is NOW a entity. My personal experience with the supernormal perceptual states called Siddhis and my apprenticeship under the Shaman man of spells called an Obeah , indicates a totally different situation than an entity scenario.
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With the real or true Shaman the Shaman and the power are ONE the physical manifestation or phenomenon of that integrated power or force is actually a longer reach or extension of the Shaman, focused through his own abilities or level of expertise. That level of expertise can vary from being very minuscule and tiny to beyond scope with the results depending on the abilities, will, and intent of the individual.
Then I take soil, earth, or clay, and pour water on it to make it pliable. I turn off most of the lights, leaving a very low illumination, maybe one candle or a small lamp, and pull back about four to five feet. I then read a certain text that would encourage the ball to take the next step, which is to shape itself into an oblong of about four feet, and be ready to follow my special design.
At that point I take my cane, walk to the other side of the oblong, dip the cane into the oblong, and stretch it. I command the oblong to duplicate a human form, and it becomes a statue, lifeless, but similar in every way to the human form. I take the seven pieces of paper, and put two in the eyes, two in the ears, one in the mouth, and one on the breast, over the heart. I roll the seventh piece as if it were a homemade cigarette, go to the other side of the statue, and throw the rolled paper at it.
It always lands either in the nose or between the feet, and either position is correct. The statue starts to move and attempts to stand up. At this time I turn around and leave the room for a few minutes, so as not to look at the statue as it comes to life. Seeing the actual transformation is forbidden by the Code of the Ulema, as stated in the Book of Rama Dosh.
I stand behind the door of the room, and wait until I hear the creature make a sound, which tells me that the procedure is complete. I go back into the room, welcome the creature, give it clothes to wear, and pull out all the papers, to keep safely until such time as they are needed to disassemble the creature and send its essence back to its original dimension. I create them to do one single task. When the task is accomplished, I ask them to lie on the floor, next to each other, return the pieces of paper with the codes to the correct places, and pour water over their bodies.
The bodies disappear, leaving earth on the floor, and the essence goes back to where it came from. Of course it would be cruel and inhuman to let them stay, not to mention dangerous, but they do become tricky. So the Ulema or Kabbalist must be even trickier, and hypnotize the creature into deep sleep.
We then put the papers where they belong and set the paper on fire, and the body starts smouldering. At that time, we pour the water over them and they disappear.. The next morning, very early, I went to inspect the houses, and removed the great blanket that covered the area. The blanket is a large plasmic sheet that can create a shield of invisibility over the entire area. Do you want to hear it? I had no idea you worked in this line. Like an architect? You will be the judge. You see, the people I wanted to help were poor peasants.
They had no money at all, they ate meat once a year, maybe, and some of them lived in groups of eight to ten in one small shack. I decided I had to build them more houses, give them decent living conditions. Luckily, there was a piece of land in the vicinity that did not belong to anyone. I went to look at it, make sure there was water around so we could dig a good well. I found plenty of water, decided it was the right place, and then, boom! Overnight, I built them ten houses. Come to think of it, I had some preliminary preparations to do, so it really was not exactly overnight, but more like twenty-four hours.
Did you have hundreds of people to help you? What 80 does a blanket have to do with building houses?
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The four individuals did not wish to be observed as they were building the houses. Was he trying to contuse me, see how I would react to this fairytale? Or perhaps it was some sort of a test? Or maybe I was just so stupid that I did not understand? So obviously he could not be drunk now, when all I saw him take was Turkish coffee. But for a few moments I seriously suspected that he was. Nor was he crazy. So what nonsense was he telling me? And then I suddenly remembered something that Mr. Markowitch said.
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Rabbi Mordechai, he said, was an alchemist. It had little to do with building houses, but still, as an alchemist, he had powers. And then something else connected to it in my mind. He never said his helpers were four people. He said they were four individuals. Could these individuals be like the Afrit I saw in Baalbeck? Not like those you saw in Baalbeck, anyway.
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There are other sorts, you know. Do you read my mind?
The Master told me all about your education, remember? And I know that the first meeting with the Afrit would make a strong impression on anyone. Anyway, my individuals were much better than the Afrit you met. All Afrit are basically stupid, but mine, at least, listened and obeyed. What are they?