Stanley always knew that his spiritual aspirations would cause a problem in his relationship with Catherine, but being an apprentice to a powerful metaphysician was the most important thing in his life, and he was totally committed to it. Stanley's, fell

THE SECRETS OF MAGIC AND METAPHYSICS

BOOK ONE OF THE CHRONICLES OF EL MIRONBy Lynette Asmar

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2012 Lynette J. Asmar
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4525-0362-2

Contents

Preface...................................................................................ixAcknowledgments...........................................................................xi1 The Magician's Apprentice...............................................................12 The Magic Globe.........................................................................103 Psychic Attack..........................................................................214 Through To The Fourth Dimension.........................................................295 Fate Or Free Will?......................................................................366 Discussions On Healing..................................................................467 Meeting With Amouki.....................................................................578 Exteriorisation.........................................................................709 The Book Of Magical Evocation...........................................................7610 The Enchanting Cottage.................................................................8011 Learning Control.......................................................................8912 Prince Of Darkness.....................................................................10113 Prisoner...............................................................................10914 The Lower Astral Plane.................................................................11915 The Emissary From Sirius—An Emissary Of The Seven Principles.....................13016 Gnomes And Fire Sprites................................................................14017 Minolek................................................................................15318 When The Student Is Ready..............................................................16519 Astrology..............................................................................17620 Psychic Seeds..........................................................................18721 John Korner............................................................................19622 Are We Too Late?.......................................................................205Epilogue..................................................................................217An Unusual Discovery......................................................................221About The Author..........................................................................225

Chapter One

THE MAGICIAN'S APPRENTICE

I sat out in the car park and stared at the rain as it started to pelt against the windscreen of my car. I absently watched the shoppers scurrying for cover as I tried to let my mind drift aimlessly, but my thoughts kept returning to Mitchener's phone call.

"Come over at eight tonight, Stanley. I've cracked the code at last," he'd said. "Those old manuscripts finally gave up their secrets, and now I've got the evidence I need to proceed with those experiments."

Cracked the code? What did he mean by that? Mitchener was working on various projects and always had his head dipped into some old manuscript, but I don't remember him telling me about any secret code. And how was I going to explain this to Catherine? She thought I spent far too much time in Mitchener's lab as it was. After what seemed like eons, the rain eased to a light drizzle. I sighed as I stepped out of the car and made my way through the crowd to the florist. I hoped a bunch of red roses would do the trick.

The drive back through town was slow, and I was starting to show my impatience at being held up two streets away from my destination, when the traffic started to crawl forward again. As I turned onto Catherine's street, I started to calm down a little, only to be jolted into feelings of exasperation once more as I realised there were no handy parking spaces.

After finally squeezing into a space that wasn't too far away, I stepped out into light, misty rain. The fading light made everything look like I'd stepped into some sort of fairy glen as the tree-lined street faded off into greyness, and the passing car headlights splashed highlights of silvery white onto the wet road, adding to the eerie effect.

As I lightly ran up the steps of Catherine's cottage, the door slowly opened, and she stood there facing me, hands on hips. Her eyes fell upon the bunch of flowers I held, then back to the apologetic look on my face, and she smiled sweetly, masking her underlying emotions. "Why the roses, Stanley? Off to the lab again?"

"I'm truly sorry, Catherine. Mitchener said it was urgent and I—"

I was cut off midsentence as the door slammed in my face. The shock of it threw me back a pace, and I had to grab hold of the rail to keep my balance. Whoa, she had never reacted like that before, but I really couldn't blame her for being angry. These days she rarely got to see me, and when we did arrange to catch up, I usually ended up cancelling out because of my work.

I stood there looking at the door, not quite knowing what to do. I took a deep breath and tried to curb my annoyance. What a fool I'd been! Catherine was a dear friend, and I hadn't been fair or honest with her. I looked at the door as if seeing it for the first time. Funny, it seemed like there was something different about it, but I couldn't figure out exactly what. I knew the cottage had belonged to Catherine's parents, and that it was the place where she had grown up.

I really didn't know what to do, so I continued closely inspecting the door for a moment, wondering whether I should knock or give her a few minutes to calm down. Just as I was about to knock, the door opened unexpectedly, almost throwing me off balance again, and she stood there with a look of resignation on her lovely face.

"The roses are beautiful, Stanley," she said as she reached out for them. "Let me put them in water." She looked at me strangely then, and after an awkward pause, she invited me in.

I quickly followed her in before she changed her mind. "So, what is it this time?" she asked. Something in the way she looked at me told me that I'd have to be more open with her than I had been previously. Her big brown eyes looked almost luminescent in the soft light, luminescent and dewy at the same time, dewy and intense and perhaps slightly questioning.

"What's the matter with your eyes?" I asked, frowning.

"It's called tears, Stanley," she said, turning away.

I was beside her in two strides, and then she was in my arms. I kissed away her tears and sat her down on the lounge.

"Let me see if I can explain my involvement with Dr. Mitchener," I said, trying to choose my words carefully. "He doesn't just run a scientific lab, Catherine. He's, uh, into other things, into all sorts of things."

"Other things, all sorts of things?" She repeated slowly, looking at me with raised eyebrows and a penetrating glance, as she waited for me to continue. "What kind of things?"

There was silence as I hesitated, looking down at my shoes. "You want the whole lot, don't you?" I said as I raised my eyes to meet hers.

"All of it," she said. "I want to know exactly what's going on, Stanley."

"Um, well ... I guess I may as well jump in the deep end ... Mitchener is a magician."

"A magician!" She leaned back on the...