The secret power of Ivan Serko… Research in altered states of consciousness.
Series of the Magickum project Mysteries of Civilization
Report:
Serko was an energetic colossus. His very structure of the energy body was like that of naguals. I think you all know what that means (full report in the Magickum Blogs). Two spheres of the energy body. But he could not use his power at his own discretion.
…The field of battle, people on horses, everyone moving in one direction. And I am flying above them in the air. My body rotates like a “corkscrew” and reflects with a cold gleam of metal. Power.
-In his battles two bodies participated: one physical, and the second the consciousness of the double. That is why in “affect” on the edge of the limit he produced such results. He really “felt and knew” who was where and could control them (both his own and others’ warriors). Hence his “genius” as a warrior.
…Then I am on an “island”, a rocky mountain plain, not a patch of greenery, not a blade of grass. The entire territory is enclosed in a circle by rocks like a wall. I am in the center. A man comes to me, with the appearance of a Turk, swarthy, black-haired. He puts into my hands a brown leather “wallet” (like waiters have in restaurants). I open it — two euro banknotes, 20 and 10. The man says: “This is your last money.” And I understand that this is the end. I will be killed.
-this is the schema of the event of his life, when he fell into a trap. He was like a mercenary in someone else’s war. I think he indeed did not fight for spoils, but only as a weapon of power in someone else’s hands.
And he did this because he was running from “his demons”.
It is interesting to sort this out. How did he, possessing such power, end up hooked by someone?
Magic trinkets?
…He had an artifact — a large book the size of half a man, STOLEN. The pages were ancient parchment, the cover black and charred, scabbed with old burns. He stole the book and was constantly running from dark entities. Always a chase, always fear, pure animal fear.
– I once heard from a hereditary mage that books of magic must not be opened by oneself. They are not stolen, not bought against their will. They must be given voluntarily. And accepted voluntarily. They contain knowledge that has incredible power. And not just anyone can accept this power, but only one who can be a vessel for its receptacle. To each vessel its own content.
Otherwise, the one who dares to take the book will be under a curse. And these protective curses are of incredible power. This was done deliberately by the veduns, for the benefit of all that exists.
From what you saw, ElenaBlueMorfo, I understand that he violated this law, stole such a book from someone somewhere. The book here is not a symbol, but a real book of black magic. Something like this: a book, writings, a collection of parchments, manuscripts.
And then he had to pay it off, to fulfill the black will for the rest of his life. So he ran… from himself (at first glance). He had no time for money or fame.
There are curses that can bring even the greatest mage to his knees. It is a terrible fate. Even death does not free such people from torment. They suffer both on earth and in other worlds. On all levels. Therefore, one should not get involved with black magic and the dark side, even of one’s own power. These are uncontrollable processes. Even if someone manages to ruin others’ lives — that is no justification. Sooner or later the blade will turn against its owner.
And life itself will soothe our grievances. Everything in our world is balanced: yin and yang — they are equal, just at different times more or less.
…I look at the people around me — they are all turned toward me, facing me, there are very few of them.
– these are his associates. People who followed him. By the end, very few of them remained. After all, warriors have always needed plunder.
…A woman of about 50 comes out to meet me a couple of steps. Short-cropped dark hair, slightly curly, a red T-shirt with white stripes and jeans. But she is somehow masculine — her chest and shoulders are broad, no breasts, her ribs show. The T-shirt goes down to the hip line and !covers the genitalia! (emphasis in the dream). I peer at the crotch, wanting to see feminine forms, but »there» is empty
…I don’t need the woman. I get angry. I wanted her to stay there, to disappear from my life. A rough, unnecessary burden. She shows her shoes, complains that the heel is torn on her right foot.
…Time to get rid of the girlfriend.
..In the yard, the hostess — an ordinary plain peasant woman. Ageless, in gray worn-out clothes, a white headscarf on her head, no hair visible at all. She leads me into the kitchen in the house. Dirt everywhere. »I’ll pour you some water» — and reaches her hand toward the stove. On the stove stands a dirty enamel basin with clean water. I agree.
With love, somehow not…
He has a complete disaster with “ladies” in his life. First, at one time one of them “set him up” for a curse. It was at her instigation (after all, the witch by the campfire and the mannish woman are one and the same person in his life). And then she also went after him like a locomotive (out of great love) under the pretext that from now on only she would save him from dark demons. But there was nothing feminine in this woman. She ruined him: she did not lead him to the light, but plunged him into darkness. The absence of female genitalia is her characteristic. In a female body — a man.
And the following women were accepted out of need. But they also turned out to be a losing option, which knocked him down completely.
A man can be effective and complete at the same time only if he is with a woman (in a normal relationship)
… I am repairing a broken bed frame (the part into which the mattress is inserted). In my hand is a long metal rod. With my hand I drive the rod in. I drove part of it in. And then weakness in my hands… Nearby on the floor are large iron pincers (like a blacksmith’s). I take the pincers and turn the rod a little. But I cannot drive it in. I ask one of the seated men for help. The man drives the rod in with a single blow of his palm — the frame is repaired.
This is how he tried to hide and lie low, wanted to come to his senses, at least somehow restore his strength and health.
He had a terrible fate. Perhaps it still exists now, only not in this world.
Historical reference:
Cossack character. He never lost a battle, possessed the ability of shapeshifting, could employ mass hypnosis right during an attack, was a serious healer, and was renowned as a magician.
Before his death, he ordered his right hand to be cut off and taken with him to all battles. As long as his hand was with the Cossacks, they were invincible. There is an opinion that Ivan studied from childhood under a sorcerer who passed on quite serious knowledge of ‘practical magic’ and its application in life. Ivan also had knowledge about energies (as a consequence flowing from all of it).
According to legend, Ivan’s very birth was unusual — the boy was born with teeth, which greatly frightened everyone present. The father tried to remedy the situation by declaring that his son “would gnaw enemies with his teeth.”
A devil’s mark…
However, this did little to reassure the villagers, who believed that the child was marked by the devil from birth. The child was treated with caution, and in some measure this was justified, because from childhood he displayed unusual abilities that later became simply fantastic.
Both friends and enemies alike spoke of Serko as a man of remarkable military gifts. The Turks called Serko Urus-Shaitan, that is, the “Russian devil,” and Turkish mothers frightened their children with his name. Serko always stood for and championed the Orthodox faith.
He is often mentioned as a Cossack-character who possessed outstanding combat abilities. It is also known about Serko that the ataman was distinguished by magnanimity and rare selflessness, never pursued a weak enemy, and after a war never took booty for himself.


