#telekinesis

[magimilitaria]

🪖KINESIS 101!

Explained by Major Serge, a kinesis practioner. ࿐

Disclaimer: This is not roleplay and should not be treated as such.

I. Introduction

In this informational post, I'll be explaining telekinetic "magic". What it is, how it works and what types exist. I've noticed the lack of real telekinesis posts, and it's irritated me a ton. So here's something real beginners can work off of.

II. What is kinesis?

The word kinesis originates from the Greek word of the same name, meaning movement or motion. Practicing kinesis entails a person who practices motion of a set element or thing. Telekinesis is the most common example of this. Telekinesis is an umbrella term that means moving things only using your mind.

III. What are the types?

Here's all the common kinesis types. These are not all the kinesis types, but they are the most well known.

Telekinesis (controling objects with the mind)

Pyrokinesis (controling fire) , Hydrokinesis (controling water) , Aerokinesis (controling wind) , Geokinesis (controling earth/stone)

Cyrokinesis (controling ice) , Electrokinesis (controling electricity)

Photokinesis (controling light) , Umbrakinesis (controling darkness)

Biokinesis (controling living tissue) , Chronokinesis (controling time)

For example, I practice both Aerokinises and Pyrokinises. Which means I control wind and fire. Another example would be Mono from Little Nightmares 2, he controls TV's and static, which is Electrokinesis.

IV. How do I find out which one I am? How does this work?

Firstly, figure what you're drawn to. Is it light? Or water? Do you want to brush up on time control? Maybe you just want to practice moving objects.

Second, practice, try it out, always always practice. Practice consistently, if you no longer feel drawn to one, try another. Be CONSISTENT! Magic doesn't happen overnight... technically. Always practice, practice as much as you want, maybe one day you're not feeling it, that's alright, practice the next day. Do what you can.

Third, transfer to bigger things. Instead of moving things like paper or pens, try books. Instead of moving wind in a patch of grass, try a whole field.

Fourth, congrats, by this time you've mastered the art of movement!

Never give up practices. They take time to learn and even more time to master. So don't give up!

Sergei / Magimilitaria , August 4th 2026

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[volswaidkman]

Chat i wanted to learn telekinesis but my motivation is gone and i havent even started can you like hype me up or share techniques 😔

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Mind Over Matter

I lifted the garbage truck up with my mind. The damn thing had been stinking up the place, always parked in the same spot at exactly 6:30p.m on Fridays. I know this because every Thursday I go to complain to the landlord, so much so he'd been avoiding me since. “He had somewhere to be,” the lady next door said, with narrowed eyes, shielding her daughter away from me, like I’m some lunatic.

Now I have taken matters into my own hands. Literally. Ever since I bought that water bottle from that strange vendor on my way back from work, my mind has been sharper, clearer, stronger. And I was more than ready to put it to practice. 

It started with small things. Grabbing the remote when the daily grind of the nine-to-five had physically fried me so much that my chronic pain couldn’t take it anymore. Then it was grabbing my coffee order from the counter to prevent myself the inconvenience of hearing the barista butcher my name. (it’s SIDney, not SIdney, but try telling that to the blonde girl at Starbucks). At first I was extra careful to avoid attention but you’d be surprised at just how blatantly ignorant people are.

The best part was that I didn’t always need to use my hands. I once stopped a car from overtaking me by staring at it from the rearview mirror. I made the computer of the guy from work who had the audacity to make it so obvious that he was the one stealing my lunch malfunction. I tripped up my boss and scratching his fancy shoes that I know he bought with the money that’s supposed to be our salaries.

It was exhilirating—to suddenly have the power to change so much. It made my life so much easier. But, I must admit, it made my mood worse. It didn’t help matters that my medication that had mildly kept my chronic pain in check had finished and my paycheck wasn’t coming anytime soon. So now I couldn’t sit down for more than an hour without my spine feeling like it wanted to break into two under the weight of nothing. It made me want to control things that shouldn’t have occurred to me. Spilling steaming hot black coffee on the elderly man that cut in front of me in line. Pushing away the baby carriage so the damn woman would finally get out of my way at the grocery store. Smashing a soccer ball into the face of a young boy after the dirty thing had stained the leg of my trousers.  It was to the point where I did all these things almost subconsciously.

My last straw was today. I’d had a particularly grueling day of work, where my boss had yelled at me after he’d caught me kneeling on the floor to do my work. I was walking home, hunchbacked with the sort of anger that sizzles under the skin, when the unrelenting smell of hot garbage hit my nose. I gagged involuntarily, recoiling from the odor, until my eyes landed on the garbage truck in front of my apartment building.

The garbage truck that always parked in the same place, at exactly 6:30p.m, every Friday.

I could feel the power rushing through me, combined with the strain in my arms, as the truck lifted off the ground. I didn’t know what I was going to do with it but I was damn sure I wasn’t just going to let it stay there and keep making problems in my life.

I heard shouts and screams all around me as the truck lifted more into the air, my face contorted in focus. 

It was almost as high as the building until I felt someone shove me in the back.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Pain exploded in my upper back as exhaustion took the power away from my hands. I gasped violently, as if snapping out of a trance, and collapsed to my knees.

Then the truck dropped.

[lemondemonlyrics-daily]

I rolled my eyes a bit too much

[canadaloveselenasblog]

Charmed!