Wizards & Witches: Whisper (Book One)

By Johnathan Phillip Blackwell

About the Book
Of that I be, the truth of magic does not exist! Only there be events (effects) of a cause, be that cause physical or mental. Effects can be as simple as someone showing up at your side, your door, or something as drastic as someone’s death, or a catastrophic storm. These effects be the wonderful, beautiful, yet often unseen painful and disastrous world of MAGIC!
Never curse anyone intentionally! If your belief or intent is strong enough, it can, and has happened in a matter of minutes! Be patient, persistent, and compassionate, believe in the abilities of thyself, and it shall come! This be not a fad or game we speak of here; it is very real! Occasionally, deadly real! Never put yourself in the position of having to ask yourself, “Am I responsible for that? Did I do that?!” If you play with fire, you will get burnt!
This be of a fantasy world relative to our reality that cannot be ignored! Hear that of the wizards and witches’ wisdom, as it parallels that of your existence and mine!

About the Author
Johnathan Phillip Blackwell was born in Honolulu, Hawaii and lived there until age twelve. As a military brat, Blackwell traveled to Kentucky, Tennessee, Colorado, Kansas, and California. He graduated from Washington Union High School in Freemont, California in 1962 and worked for Bishop Moving and Storage in Long Beach before joining the U.S. Air Force in 1964. Blackwell spent sixteen years in Japan and nine months in Vietnam before being medevacked out. He served in the U.S.A.F. for twenty-six years. He later drove trucks, some long haul, for thirteen years.
Blackwell has played guitar in a band, and he also loves to play chess. He taught C141s and C130s Phase II school. Blackwell is interested in plate tectonics, astrology, astronomy, the mind, and making big puzzles, but his true love is writing novels. Blackwell has lived all his goals and then some. He is presently widowed and living in Ogden, Utah.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dorrance Publishing Company
• Release date: Aug 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798888129425

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DEDICATED TO

MY DAUGHTER

LEANNA

Other Books

From the Soul of Blackwell’s Quill

by Johnathan Phillip Blackwell

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Curse thee that hampers the path of my destiny

Between Fantasy and Fiction Lies the Reality of the Mind and the Truth of Us All!

Miller’s Mansion

The Dream Lord

Essence of the Mind

Wizards and Witches

(Book One)

Whisper

(Book Two)

The SorWiz

And the Painted Lady

(Book Three)

From the Soul of Blackwell’s Quill

W I Z A R D S

&

W I T C H E S

By Johnathan Phillip Blackwell

Introduction

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When I was but eleven, there was a feeling within me, a strange, almost mystic feeling. As a young boy, I only ‘thought’ I knew ‘what’ it was that was drawing me unto its realm. It was a feeling that gave me no reason to be afraid. I felt calm, yet there was a dread of dare I didn’t understand. It seemed bad, like something I shouldn’t do, and at the same time, a calling of something delightfully evil I needed to do, something I needed to be a part of, or with! But back then, I didn’t understand it wasn’t a person! Like other kids, I wanted to be someone or something special, someone to be looked up to, but only small parts of my life turned out that way. Always there is a reason, and a payment to be made for a ‘wish’ granted!

Without knowing the ramifications or reasons why, the feeling became something I couldn’t explain to myself, let alone my family. So, without asking, my task began! With no fear of my dabbling, of course I didn’t know that’s what I was doing at the time, I made believe I was some kind of a witchdoctor, or kahuna. For no reason in particular or reason why, I collected a pair of black lacquered chopsticks, inlaid with mother of pearl, and then a skeleton head, from where I don’t remember. There were no prayers, no hymns, or sayings.

I had no idea what I was doing or why, I just sat there looking at them. Yet sitting very still, something very strange and peaceful occurred. The little table (that in fact had become an altar) that held my strange collection, and I together, quietly and without sound, shifted to my right, inside of what appeared to be a glass box. I was moved from my room inside the house, to outside, into a place I’d never seen before. A glass door slowly closed between me and my room. There was no sound in this place, only a peaceful feeling that made me relax. I’m not sure how long I had been there, but my mother entered my room, and let out a scream! Instantly the glass box was gone, and I found myself back in my room! My mother acted as if I had been gone for some time and that something was very wrong, but never explained the reason she screamed. I did nothing wrong that I was aware of, though she questioned why I had my collection set up the way it was but didn’t chew me out as I thought she was about to.

I had always thought I was somehow different than other people. I had feelings I was more like an animal, more specifically a large cat, yet I didn’t understand why. My life went on seemingly like any other, I just wasn’t paying very much attention to what was going on in that life.

Things seemed pretty normal until some thirty years later, when I was in a mall. There was a specialty shop that sold astrology books, other books, charms, incense and the like. These kinds of things fascinated me, and still do. I’d been in this shop several times before, but today would be different! Something felt very strange, mysterious even! For reasons I didn’t truly understand, I went over and stood against the wall across the aisle from the shop, watching people go in and out of the store and what was going on in the shop. Content with my observations, I entered the store. Nothing seemed odd or out of place until I was just inside the door. There was a pretty young lady toying with a deck of reading cards about twenty feet inside the door to the right. As I reached the table, she laid her deck of cards on the table face down, and fanned them out to her right, then bowed her head almost to the table. For a few seconds I stood there a bit confused. She hadn’t done this when other people entered the store. My fingertips dragged along the top edge of the table in passing.

She raised her head just a little and not looking at me said, Welcome; we know who you are! The other is at the back of the store.

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Her comment caught me off guard and had now added to the mystic air of the moment, and a very strange feeling coming over me! I did not know this woman, nor had I ever seen her before. She was casually dressed with shoulder length dark brown hair. Still, I looked to the back of the shop, but saw no one until I got to the book section. The other, (I felt her vibes before I saw her) as if in hiding, stood behind a post card carousel. When we were visible to each other, she bowed her head. I acknowledged her presence with a nod and began looking through some books with a very strange feeling!

On my way out of the store, I encountered the card reader, who again laid out her deck and bowed from the waist. I couldn’t help it anymore, I had to ask!

Are you a witch? I asked softly.

Yes master, she said and smiled.

There was a very warm rush that came up from the floor, up, through, and over my entire body! A feeling of elation I couldn’t, and still can’t explain what came over me.

Thank you, I said, and left the store feeling exhalated.

What had just happened?! I had met two real witches, of that I was sure, and the feeling was mischievously good! Master!? But who did they think I was, and why? I didn’t attempt to rationalize any of it, but the strange feeling stayed with me for the rest of that day! Often, I wonder, truly do we know of that we be? Peace unto thee and thine!

Preface

Of thee I be

All is an illusion in constant change

manifested to serve a purpose of intent!

"Between Fantasy and Fiction Lies the Reality of the

Mind and the Truth of Us All!"

Thus be the why thee gently hold one of my works of love in thy hands. Because if you wanted the truth of reality, you could traverse any alley, street, or even go next door to find it. Havoc, trauma, hate, malcontent, fear, and desire, be all right there in their variants of pain. Yet, be not those same feelings and emotions be within these bonded leaves of pulp, with their own variants of pain as well? Well, sorta!? As you scan these annotated leaves of pulp in search of that diverse kind of strange thee seek, here within the bound covers be a buffer to ease the harshness of the jagged edges of reality. Black and red ink flows From the Soul of Blackwell’s Quill, flows unto these pages in idiom, from the heart, mind, and soul of that I be for thee. Within these pages be the means to carry your heart, soul, and being away from the realities of your present existence and unto that of another; ‘mine’! There within thy hands be a means to another place, another time, and a means to establish a cause to create the mystic effect known as magic, an aspect of the mind’s imagination. Yet within this buffered realm, still thee may cope with reality or the fantasies of the mind, leaving only the phenomenon of psychosomatics of thee to deal with!

But of that I be, the truth of magic does not exist! Only there be events (effects) that occur that are perceived as magic yet are more than often the effects of a cause, be that cause physical or mental! These effects can be as simple as someone showing up at your side, or your door, or something as drastic as someone’s death, or a catastrophic storm. Soon, very soon, you will understand the origin of these causes that create these effects. The wonderful, beautiful, yet often unseen painful and disastrous world of ‘MAGIC’! But first, a few words of caution regarding that which be the cause, for that be the design of that before thee!

Never curse anyone intentionally! (Yes, I know what I said) No matter the level of your abilities, anger or your sign; from the intent of thyself alone, that sought will come! And the evil comes faster than the benevolent! Once understood, your hidden abilities and that of your mind may well scare the living hell out of you if you don’t pay attention here! An old phrase applies here. Be careful what you wish for! even a little one! If your belief or intent is strong enough, it can, and has happened in a matter of minutes!

A devout once told me, Everything, everything, comes of its own time and place, whether you’re ready for it or not! Be patient, persistent, and compassionate, and believe in the abilities of thyself, and it shall come!

Depending on the depth of your faith in your beliefs and the abilities you have acquired, often you need only to ‘think’ of the deed to bring a result to fruition. But if you remember nothing else of that before you, of your life, of your God and mine, remember this of your soul. As you think of that you wish, be it a person or thing, already you know of your thoughts within that of your mind and soul, it will come!

If you have doubt or believe your intent to be evil or dangerous to another human being, rechannel that thought, for the laws of the CRAFT forbid it for a reason! Humbly and sincerely, beg forgiveness of your intent! Only with that forgiveness will you be relieved of the stress and drudgery that follows such a condemnation.

Unfortunately, without regard to repercussions, not all mediums abide to the law, and things go downhill from there!

This be not a fad or game we speak of here; it is very real! Occasionally, deadly real! The power of the mind and its imagination, seemingly have no considerations or limits of time, place, persons or things. The mind and its essence are where the power of mental conjuring (the ‘cause’) comes from and is more powerful than you can ever imagine!

I cannot emphasize this enough. If you play with fire, you will get burnt! Never put yourself in the position of having to ask yourself, Am I responsible for that? Did I do that?! Always there be repercussions or ramifications upon ‘you’ for the evil you accost another being! Do unto others, as you wish done unto thee! From me to thee, blessed be!

As Above, So Below.

Amen.

FOREWORD

Of this Earth and its companions, nothing be of itself.

Figments of the imagination create emotional delusions of desire.

This be of the beginning! Of these pages be only some of the short stories of one of the greatest wizards of all time! No, not Merlin! This be about the beginning of Wizards and Witches, of the mighty demon Whisper and the passions of the SORWIZ. These be but some of the tales of the powerful immortal and compassionate Elder wizard, Willoombane, Wizard of the Earth, his Earth! It be about his life, his ventures, his people, his companions and apprentices. It be of the love and pain of his immortal heart. About his dragons of which there be many. It be of a fantasy world relative to our reality that cannot be ignored! Hear that of his wisdom, as it parallels that of your existence and mine!

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In the silent chaotic beginning of all, always of each group, cave, village, shire, kingdom or dynasty, a few there be different of will, ability and of the mind! From the Cycle of Origin unto birth, life, death, and that beyond, be it a male or female, another path of existence they be destined! Of most, they seem quiet, introverted maybe, compassionate, yet different!

Mostly their shadows be as a veil of secret in thy presence. As with the illusion of your own presentation of acceptance to others, theirs too be an illusion of acceptance for you to ponder. Yet within, behind and beyond that veils mesh, lies a restrained and barely contained power of thought, a harnessed incalculable fury of energy.

For only a short period of time in the beginning of their lives, say birth to eight years of age, these beings be not totally unaware of their destiny, but still question the oddities they are aware of. Yet as the days pass into years, slowly they begin to know and understand their thoughts and feelings, and of something that be different of they and others, and of that about them! Those that be of such a gift, seemingly can vision that afore it comes, see that unseen, and hear of that not to exist, yet seldom are they heard except in jest and ridicule. They accomplish tasks denied others of fear, lack of will, or the abilities of that known as the ‘Craft’! Still, over every land of this Earth, these beings secludedly have reigned, even unto this day, unto this moment! Almost always they be in the shadows of society, even their families. They fear the contempt, mockery, and scorn of they who believe other than they, until that said comes to pass! When events predicted or foreseen come to pass, those who made those predictions became looked upon with jealousy, contempt and fear, even hatred!

As fear be of the anger cycle, so be they of the gift ridiculed, chastised and belittled, even pounced upon for their unseen beliefs and doings.

Yet still, there be those said to be of the gift that patronize the political systems of their realms. Some be said to be holy, or that they be in opposition to that states control! Those in opposition, without truth or justification be looked upon as witches or demons of the devil. Without truth of fact, they be cast from their folds, even of their own families.

These beings be given names or titles such as sage, priests, holy men, witchdoctors, witches, wizards or sorcerers. Thinking select ones be sent of the Gods, certain priests be allowed to become involved in the decisions of political structures, and for their allegiance, have the backing of councils, governments and kings. Of they that practice to deities other than those of these priests, by the kings they be threatened, beat up on, stoned or horrifically punished in public. Many of the condemned be publicly drowned, burned at the stake or boiled alive; killed for no more than their unseen beliefs.

This be condoned by the priests of status to sway the hearts and minds of followers and others, that they stay in good standings with the structures of these priests and their allegiance. This be the beginning of religions separation of people; for their beliefs, cultures, the color of their skin, even male and female. Still there be many unto now that have followed these demon priests beliefs. Of this hell, witches, wizards and sorcerer’s slipped further into the shadows, many into the seclusive existence of forest and mountain retreats.

When but just a child of twelve, a difference by others can be seen, as the child begins to know of their minds, and their difference by the feelings they have, yet not know the why of it, and in some manner, will sooner or later bewilder their loving parents into a fear of that to come! That the child be different, a fear others will notice and report them to the authorities, that they will come to take or kill the child! For some time, the child will not comprehend or be able to reason these differences or their purpose that brings about the fear and hate of others. Then one day, usually by accident in play or fun, they will unknowingly make something happen, usually a levitation, and be awed by it, or sometimes frightened of it! So, they wait until they are alone, and do it again, then again, until the realization that it is ‘they’ to be doing this! Later, of their fourteenth or fifteenth year, of curiosity and of a ‘mere thought’, something else happens! Something very different, and it is of this accomplishment, a confidence they gain of themselves and their abilities to accomplish such a thing and more! Not much later in their lives, of larger more complicated and more dangerous tasks they soon attempt! Their confidence becomes a belief, a powerful belief in themselves, that they ‘can’! Yet for a very long time, still they fear of what they do be seen by others, that they will be criticized by friends, even family!

Then that they have done be seen! And too, they are in fact observed in the making of it happen! A sure death sentence! Still, they believe sincerely and deeply in themselves and that which they have foreseen or have done! This gives power to the power of their beliefs and abilities!

Soon, they realize that they are able to accomplish even greater tasks, to overcome time and distance. To change the weather, to create that be called miracles and magic! Some acquire the abilities to control the elements and aspects of wind, water, and fire, and in a caring, bond with that of Mother Earth! Yet of time, their beliefs and abilities become even more powerful and dangerous than they had imagined. It be of that time they choose a life of recluse for fear of that done be known and ridiculed!

But even within that of their own realms and ranks of the craft, a place of power be coveted. This be of a time when all feared the wrath of kings, and kings feared the wrath of magic! For that of the ‘unseen’, even an army of thousands could not withhold. The reason kings feared and despised those to create that called magic!

Too, it be of a vow and bond of a time, long ago. An oath of bond had been made of a simple man and a young dragon. It be of that bond of that time, that has brought unto this Earth, a guardian, a mighty mystic creature of death and destruction! And so it be, that one of those to create the cause of magic made that vow and caused a hell from the heavens to come unto the Earth. A hell the likes as no man had ever seen! An entity that even in legend, kings feared more than the magic of all the wizards and sorcerers combined! A mighty demon from another world, that place of Tamar! In one pass of its flight, a castle be no more! By day or night, entire armies became no more than a field of blood without bodies! Then of its fire, a wall of flames cleansed the Earth of the blood and dead, if any be left!

Of this demon, ancient scrolls spoke of a mighty bat dragon, that now be of the Black Forest (not the one in Germany) to the north of here. But never its name be spoken of a man’s lips unless in time of peril or of his imminent death! For at the sound of its name, it would come …Whisper!

One of a chosen few still there be to call of this entity. One to have visited the demons domain of hell. He had touched the stones, spoke the words of the ancient language upon the stones, and then unprotected, in full view of the demon with total trust, kissed the stones before the demon! This one to still exist be Willoombane, Wizard of the Earth! With this vow of both he and the demon, he had received promised protection of his existence, and at the same time, given his soul upon his death to this entity. Still, the truth of the demon’s purpose be known but to three, that it be as a guardian to a child, a young boy of eight. Little Fa’shon t’was to become the wizard Fa’thar. Then of his adulthood, the angelic demon La’thar, the Galactic Wizard of the Universe, and Whisper’s master!

But that would be a time span of some twenty years, for much the little one was to learn. Of the aspects of Mother Earth. Above and below Her earth, that of air, water and fire. Darkness of night and space, of light and that to create it. Too he would be taught of mirages, and of the truth of illusions, those of men, women, sorcerer’s, wizards and demons, and of that to be real and not!

Then too of the Craft he would learn of the many and complex causes that create the effects called magic! And too, of life, his life and the wicked ways of the manimal’s existence.

He would learn of the precious caring, of its pain it would bring him, an agony and anger again and again! And still of a young man, those pains of caring would begin! And too, he must learn that of himself! That of the ‘why’ of that he be, and how to control the power and fury of his