022 | Prince Evan Learns to Access Mystic Superpowers by Cleaning Up His Act
As Prince Evan meets Diesel and discusses pure water versus toxic addictions, he begins to understand the high spiritual cost of worldly temptations. Prince Evan slips out of the palace at dawn, leaving behind the quiet safety of his enlightened parents. The city outside the gates feels raw and loud and real—exactly what he thinks he wants.
He wanders through the marketplace, dodging carts and shouting vendors, until he spots a stall stacked with bright bottles and glittering cans. A man with grease-streaked hands and a crooked grin leans against the counter. His sign reads: DIESEL.
Evan steps closer. “I’m thirsty. Do you have any pure water?”
Diesel barks a laugh. “Pure? Kid, there’s no such thing. All water’s got chemicals and little bits of junk in it. We add chlorine and fluoride for your teeth and health—so they say. Tastes nasty, though. That’s why I sell the good stuff.”
He taps a cooler full of sweet drinks. “Flavored water, sugar blasts, fizzy fun. Refined sugar—best legal drug there is. It’s in almost everything people eat. Or”—he jerks his chin toward a barrel of cloudy liquid—“there’s wine and beer. Helps ’em relax. Takes the edge off. Tell me, Prince, why choke down plain water when you can drink happiness instead?”
The word Prince hits Evan’s ears like a slap. He didn’t tell Diesel who he was. He swallows, unsettled, and forces his voice to stay steady.
“Why would anyone choose to drink poison on purpose?” Evan asks. “If you add toxins to your body, it can’t stay healthy. It can’t last.”
Diesel shrugs. “Bodies are built to age and die. That’s the deal. Why obsess over pure water when all the food is contaminated anyway? People choose what makes them feel good now, not what might keep them alive later.”
Evan’s throat still burns with thirst, but he steps back from the stall. The air around Diesel feels… off. Thick. Dim.
“I can’t afford to waste my energy,” Evan says quietly. “My Divine parents gave me a Mystic trust fund, a starter loan of holy power. I can spend it however I want. But everything I do either invests in my afterlife or racks up karmic debt. If I waste my energy chasing thrills, I’ll stay stuck in lifetime after lifetime. I don’t get to retire from reincarnating until I become a wise investor.”
Diesel grins wider, but his eyes look colder now. “Why worry about that? Everyone’s choking on polluted air already. Factories, cars, gadgets—humanity’s little luxuries. Here.” He flicks a lighter, and a thin roll of dried leaves flares at the tip. “Try some mostly harmless natural weed. Calms the mind. No need to stress over tiny side effects like burning more holes in your auric forcefield.”
Smoke curls around his face like phantom fingers.
“Merry wants a Spirit,” Diesel murmurs. “Cold fire. Merry smoke. Fake happy illusions. Much easier than fighting your demons the hard way.”
The flame snaps as if it bites the air. Evan’s instincts scream at him to walk away.
He does.
While the Dissolvers confront Lord Blue about mystic powers and inner enemies, the dusty square hums with rebellious tension. Further down the marketplace, a restless crowd has gathered in a dusty square. They call themselves Dissolvers. Their banners drip with angry symbols and slogans, but their eyes are hungry—searching for something they can’t name.
At the center stands a tall figure cloaked in deep blue. His presence seems to bend the light around him.
“Lord Blue,” someone whispers. “A master.”
A Dissolver steps forward and raises his voice. “What do master teachers have that makes them so powerful? What are they hiding from us?”
Lord Blue’s gaze sweeps over the crowd, steady and sharp. “Graduated masters learn to direct holy spirit energy with wisdom and virtue,” he says. “We work within cosmic laws, not against them. We become mystic co-creators—spiritual warriors, not spiritual vandals.”
A murmur ripples through the Dissolvers.
“How do we become mystic warriors?” another calls.
“First,” Lord Blue answers, “you learn to build protection—shields around your body, mind, and soul. Then you find your enemies, both outside and inside. Inner enemies are the most dangerous. They twist your understanding of cosmic laws and corrupt your practice of divine virtues. An impure warrior fights for the wrong causes and bleeds out their own power.”
A Dissolver shouts, “Who are these ‘inner enemies’?”
“Embedded, unconscious, false beliefs,” Lord Blue says. “They plant misguided motives inside you. Close-minded conclusions stop you from seeing the truth about yourself. They hide your favorite addictions, attachments, and old grudges, so you can pretend they’re harmless.”
Another Dissolver crosses her arms. “But our tastes and attitudes are our identity. We chose them. We like them. If we change who we are, we become clones—identical soldiers marching in line. We don’t want that.”
Lord Blue’s eyes flash. “Access to mighty mystic powers is deadly for undisciplined souls. Misguided Rebels choose random causes to fight for. Their ego leads the mission, not wisdom. Without discernment, foresight, and alignment with cosmic law, their battles collapse—and everyone they ‘help’ gets dragged down too. The Holy Spirit will not fuel a pointless war.”
“We don’t want the Holy Spirit anyway,” someone yells. “It’s too restrictive. We get our power from anger, hatred, and revenge. It’s real. It fuels us. We’re tired of pretending everything’s fine.”
The crowd surges in agreement.
“What we want,” the Dissolver continues, “is enough energy to keep rioting, protesting, and tearing down the things we hate. Violence gets attention. It exposes the so-called ‘good people’ whose choices disgust us. Our goal is simple—stop our enemies from getting in the way of our lifestyles.”
Lord Blue’s shoulders harden. “I cannot help souls whose motives are corrupt and out of alignment with divine cosmic laws. Without Holy Fire, you will become hollowed-out, mindless statues—full of noise but empty inside.”
The Dissolvers howl with laughter.
“You don’t scare us,” a woman sneers. “We’ll just add you to our list of enemies. Watch your house, Blue. It might not be standing much longer.”
The crowd roars its approval.
Evan’s heart pounds. I don’t want to end up like them, he thinks.
He steps forward before fear can drag him back.
As Lord Blue teaches Prince Evan how to unlock his soul savings account and Crystic energy, the young royal finally understands the path to true spiritual authority. “I don’t want to become a worthless statue,” Evan says, his voice low but clear. “Teach me how to push back my adversaries—both the ones I can see and the ones I can’t. How do I find my soul’s enemies and defeat them?”
The Dissolvers fall strangely quiet. Lord Blue studies Evan as if weighing more than just his words.
“At last,” Lord Blue says softly, “someone asks the right question.”
He turns fully toward Evan. “To become a true warrior, you must study the spiritual laws that govern this universe. Align your intentions with those mystic boundaries. Train your body, mind, and feelings until you can control them, not the other way around. Build your identity on wisdom and divine virtues—not on lies, rebellion, and foolishness.”
His voice grows sharper. “The Holy Spirit is drawn to a clean vessel, not a moldy container. Holy Fire cannot live in the same place as corrupt perversions. Anger, fear, and hatred tangle easily with immorality, addictions, and crime. When your auric field is packed with negative emotions, it repels angels and divine beings. When it’s filled with mystic light, the higher powers are magnetized to you.”
Evan’s breath catches. “I want mystic superpowers so I can fight my enemies,” he blurts.
Lord Blue’s expression doesn’t soften, but something like approval flickers in his eyes. “You already have many powers,” he says. “From victories you won in past lives, you hold a soul savings account: superpowers, wisdom, and mastered talents, all stored and waiting. They sit in a vault, hidden, while you walk around acting poor.”
Evan frowns. “If I already earned them, why can’t I use them?”
“Because,” Lord Blue says, “you are burying them. Every day, you collect more false beliefs, addictions, distractions, and earthly attachments. They pile up between you and your treasure, blocking the door. If you don’t draw on prior wisdom, you repeat the same painful basic lessons over and over. You never advance to higher training. And you blame fate instead of your own choices.”
Evan’s chest tightens. He remembers all the times he chased easy pleasures, all the moments he ignored his inner warnings.
“That means I don’t have to start from zero,” Evan says slowly. “It’s easier to unlock existing power than earn it all again from scratch. How do I open my vault?”
“For safety,” Lord Blue replies, “vault access stays locked until you qualify as trustworthy. That means:
You must learn who your true friends are and stand with them.
You must spot your enemies and stop feeding them your energy.
You must understand and align with impersonal cosmic laws.
You must learn what counts as a mystic investment—and what acts as a spiritual siphon.
You must connect with your Crystic Conscience and stay connected.
You must master how to gather, store, and wisely spend Crystic energy.”
Evan repeats it under his breath. “Get, have, and wisely spend. Sounds simple. But living it… That’s the hard part. There are so many distractions trying to drain me.”
Lord Blue nods. “Exactly. There is nothing more vital than pulling in and holding the enlightening feelings of peace, harmony, joy, and gratitude. You must learn to recognize Crystic Truth—truth that is discoverable, consistent, and not negotiable just because you want it to be. It does not bend to your mood or your opinion.”
His eyes sharpen again. “If your being is crawling with corruption, addictions, malware, or contamination, then everything you think, feel, say, and do will be stained by it. Before you do anything else, you must focus on cleaning yourself out.”
Evan’s hands curl into fists.
“What happens when I turn mystic fire on my own weaknesses?” he asks. “If I attack my addictions and flaws instead of pretending they aren’t there?”
Lord Blue’s answer feels like a door creaking open.
“Mystic masters will help you,” he says. “If you sincerely ask for help fighting your internal enemies—your addictions, shortcomings, insecurities, attachments, grudges—we respond. A willing warrior starts by purging the enemy within and building a strong physical body to hold the light without breaking.”
Evan nods slowly. “That makes sense. Everyone wants to be free of germs and diseases. Viruses and pandemics terrify people, but they ignore spiritual infections. What else must a warrior do?”
When Lord Blue explains how to cut spiritual weakness and learn the Nine Powers of the Mystic Spirit, the stakes of the cosmic battle become undeniably clear. “Cut out anything that weakens your field,” Lord Blue says. “Drugs. Alcohol. Nicotine. Discordant music that drags your emotions into darkness. Violent outbursts. False beliefs you cling to because they excuse your favorite habits.
“A lazy, depressed Crystic warrior cannot survive the higher fires. You must be disciplined and in charge of your instincts, your electrochemical cravings, and your egotistical, carnal mind.”
Evan swallows. “What about enemies outside me?” he asks. “What are their tactics?”
Lord Blue’s face hardens; his voice drops low.
“There are unseen teachers of lies,” he says. “Entities, tempters, and possessing demons that drain your mystic light on purpose. They infect governments with corruption. They fuel human trafficking, child abuse, and brutal cruelty. They push body mutilation and identity confusion. They use systems that promise equality but deliver control and spiritual slavery.
“They promote poverty and the breakdown of normal, healthy families. They pretend to be your friends, your protectors, your saviors. If you keep supporting them, you cannot be a warrior. You become their battery.”
Evan shivers. “Supporting your enemies is suicidal,” he says. “But most people don’t even realize who their enemies are. They don’t care to find out. They expect to be shocked when they finally notice their life force is gone—and by then it’s too late.”
Lord Blue nods. “Which is why you must learn the Nine Powers of the Mystic Spirit. These are core abilities any soul student must develop to attract, store, and direct spiritual energy.”
He begins to count them, not like a lecture, but like the terms of a dangerous contract.
Wisdom – The power to make spiritually smart decisions. It’s more than common sense. Wisdom uses real knowledge and experience to pick paths that avoid disaster and line up with the divine plan.
Knowledge – Understanding fixed cosmic laws and universal truths. When you know the law, you can predict consequences and avoid being tricked by shiny lies.
Faith in Cosmic Laws – A driving force that lets you act confidently even before you see results. Not blind belief—tested trust, built from watching these laws work over and over again.
Healing – The ability to channel holy light into a body or soul to fix what’s out of tune. Green light can mend the physical. Violet light burns away corruption. Yellow light clears mental confusion and conflict.
Working of Miracles – Directing mystic energy in a way that seems to override physical law. Miracles don’t break laws; they use higher laws to produce what looks impossible.
Prophecy – Seeing the most likely future outcomes with inner vision. You combine memory, cycles, and patterns to prepare for what’s coming.
Discernment – Your spiritual filter. It separates truth from lies, purity from corruption, reality from fantasy. It reveals the real motives of people and spirits.
Communication – Connecting with the mystic web. This includes telepathy, talking with animals, and accessing vast libraries of past knowledge. It destroys the illusion that you’re alone.
Mystic Understanding – Grasping the why behind things. Knowledge is information; understanding is seeing the root cause and the bigger spiritual picture.
Evan’s eyes shine. “I can already imagine a hundred ways to use powers like that,” he whispers.
But he can also imagine the wrong people using them.
As Lord Blue describes the senses beyond sight and advanced mystic powers to Prince Evan, the ancient secrets of the unseen universe are finally revealed. “And there is more,” Lord Blue says. “Your soul has mystic senses that gather clues from the unseen world, just as your physical senses gather data from the material world.”
He begins to list them, and each word seems to light up a memory in Evan’s mind.
Soul Vision & Supervision – Seeing energy fields, auras, and spiritual patterns. Supervision gives a spherical view, letting you sense what’s happening beyond normal sight and behind your back.
Insight & Second Sight – Instantly understanding the inner nature of someone or something, and grappling with realities that exist beyond the physical plane.
Inner & Super Hearing – Picking up thoughts, music, or voices across dimensions and distances.
The Clair Senses:
Clairvoyance – Clear extrasensory seeing of events or objects.
Clairaudience – Hearing messages from spiritual realms.
Clairsentience – Feeling others’ emotions or the vibe of a place the moment you arrive.
Claircognizance – Simply knowing something without studying it first.
Clairolfaction & Clairgustance – Smelling scents like flowers or sulfur, or tasting substances with no physical source.
Remote Viewing – Receiving mental images of distant or hidden places.
Psychometry – Touching an object or place and instantly sensing its history.
Past Life Recollection – Recovering memories from other incarnations, so you can finally learn your karmic lessons instead of repeating them.
Evan’s heart races. Images rush back—moments when he knew someone was lying, when he felt a room go cold for no reason, when strange scents appeared and vanished in empty halls.
“Nobody ever told me these senses were already mine,” he says. “I thought I was imagining things. Now that I know, I’ll start experimenting. I’ll test them and refine them. The better I get at using them, the smarter my choices will be.”
Lord Blue inclines his head. “And when you are ready, there are advanced mystic powers that can work true Miracles—manifestations of spiritual energy that shake the physical world.”
He speaks them like a secret list of forbidden spells.
Alchemy & Precipitation – Designing a desired outcome and instantly drawing it into physical form from pure energy.
Telekinesis & Psychokinesis – Moving or influencing objects with nothing but your mind.
Teleportation – Traveling in an instant from one place to another, or making an object disappear here and reappear somewhere else.
Levitation – Rising into the air, floating above gravity through deep meditation or fierce devotion.
Bilocation – Being fully present in two different places at the same time.
Astral Projection – Letting your astral body leave your physical form to travel through spiritual planes.
Transmutation – Shifting the molecular structure of matter—turning water into wine, lead into gold, sickness into health.
Weather Control – Calming storms, turning aside winds, calling rain where it’s needed.
Psychic Invisibility – Bending others’ attention so they don’t notice you.
Resurrection – Restoring life to a dead body or returning a twisted form to its original wholeness.
Elemental Manipulation (Kinesis) – Commanding air (Aerokinesis), fire (Pyrokinesis), water (Hydrokinesis), and earth (Geokinesis).
Evan lets out a slow breath. “These are incredible secrets,” he says. “But I understand now—if an undisciplined warrior got hold of this kind of power, everything would rot. Power without virtue becomes corruption fast.”
“Exactly,” Lord Blue says.
And the lesson deepens.
While Lord Blue teaches Prince Evan about the body’s warnings and tools of light and protection, the physical vessel is revealed to be a powerful spiritual alarm system. “That is why the body itself becomes one of the soul’s messengers,” Lord Blue continues. “It sends early warnings through specific sensations.”
He touches his own spine. “Tingling in the spine can mean a spiritual presence nearby—or that something is about to happen.
“A gut feeling is a yes-or-no alarm, a warning of unseen danger.
“Pressure at the third eye—the forehead—often signals a spiritual attack from negative forces.
“A cold prickle at the back of the neck warns that your soul senses a threat sneaking up from behind.
“Heat or radiance in the hands means your soul is receiving or sending strong energy.”
Evan remembers nights when his spine shivered for no reason, times his stomach twisted a moment before things went wrong. He remembers the pounding ache in his forehead when he walked past certain people—and the way his palms burned the day he tried to comfort a crying child.
“I’ve felt all of that,” he admits. “I just thought I was being weird. I’ll start paying attention now. I’ll treat every sensation as a clue.”
“Good,” Lord Blue says. “A warrior must also learn to use the Tools of Light and Protection. These are spiritual constructs that keep you safe while you work.”
He raises his hand, and for a heartbeat Evan thinks he sees faint light gathering in the air.
Tube of Light – A white-fire cylinder called down from your Higher Presence, sealing you from the world’s negative energy.
Violet Flame – A cleansing fire that washes away heavy moods, karmic records, and old mistakes.
Blue Sword of Protection – A blade from Archangel Michael that slices through illusions, harmful habits, and toxic ties.
Armor of Light – A full covering—helmet and breastplate—that shields your mind and heart from interference.
Threefold Flame – The spark of divinity in your heart: Power (blue), Wisdom (yellow), and Love (pink), burning together.
Circle of Blue Flame – A ring of fire you draw around yourself or a place to keep anything discordant out.
Evan stares, hooked. “Every child should be taught this,” he says. “Not just how to protect their physical body, but how to protect their energy.”
After Lord Blue outlines divine virtues and Prince Evan commits to his mystic journey, the young prince realizes the true weight of his new path. “Every Soul Student must also master Divine Virtues and Qualities,” Lord Blue replies. “Virtues are what fill up the soul and keep its powers from twisting into darkness.”
He counts them off, one by one.
Compassion – Noticing when others are hurting and feeling driven to help, not just to judge.
Self-Control – Reining in cravings and impulses so you stay aligned with the Creator’s will.
Humility – Serving without needing applause, not turning every act into a spotlight.
Patience – Staying steady while others doubt you, attack you, or when progress crawls.
Purity – Guarding your thoughts and feelings, keeping them clean enough for spiritual use.
Gratitude – Holding a thankful heart, which keeps your vibrations high and your light strong.
Evan feels as if he’s been handed a secret manual the world forgot.
“Thank you,” he says at last. His voice is rough, but steady. “I’ll remember these secrets. I’ll sharpen my discernment before I share any of this with other people. Not everyone is ready. Not everyone wants to stop feeding their enemies.”
A wind stirs the dust in the square. Somewhere in the crowd, a Dissolver snarls under their breath. Somewhere else, someone quietly weeps.
Evan stands in the middle of it all—half afraid, half on fire.
For the first time, he understands: this journey won’t just test his courage in battles he can see.
It will test his courage in battles he must first admit are inside himself.
Chapter Synopsis: Prince Evan slips out of the royal palace to explore the world, encountering a shady merchant named Diesel who sells toxic drinks and drugs, and a restless crowd of rebels called "Dissolvers" who reject cosmic law. Lord Blue confronts the Dissolvers, warning them that unearned mystic power without discipline leads to corruption and spiritual hollowness. Impressed by Evan's desire to fight inner enemies, Lord Blue teaches him how to unlock his soul savings account, master the Nine Powers and advanced senses of the mystic spirit, and utilize protective tools of light like the Tube of Light and the Violet Flame.
Core Themes & Laws:
The High Cost of Material Temptation: The philosophical argument that consuming toxic substances (like refined sugar, caffeine, and drugs) damages the physical body and acts as a conduit for parasitic forces that drain spiritual energy.
Prerequisites for Mystic Power: The cosmic law that access to spiritual power and past-life achievements remains locked behind a vault until the student learns discernment, purifies their motives, and aligns with cosmic law.
Inner Enemies and Self-Mastery: The principle that a true warrior must first conquer internal vices, false beliefs, and emotional corruption before attempting to fight external adversaries.
Tools of Light and Protection: The use of specific spiritual constructs—such as the Violet Flame, the Blue Sword, and the Tube of Light—to defend the auric field against lower-astral interference.
Key Entities Featured in this Document:
Prince Evan: A young royal who leaves the safety of his parents to explore the world, encounters temptation, and commits to training under Lord Blue to become a disciplined mystic warrior.
Diesel: A marketplace merchant who peddles toxic drinks, sugar, and natural leaf products, representing those who embrace worldly indulgence and reject spiritual discipline.
Lord Blue: A graduated master who teaches Evan the precise mechanics of spiritual energy management, the Nine Powers of the Mystic Spirit, and advanced mystic senses.
Dissolvers: A rebellious group of marketplace agitators who reject cosmic law, demand energy to fuel their protests and violence, and dismiss the teachings of Lord Blue.
Causal Body (Mystic Bank Account): The spiritual repository where a soul's past-life victories, superpowers, and wisdom are stored, waiting to be unlocked through disciplined trust.