us, somewhere in between. For our model of working is based on the use of machines tomediate between the magician and the mostly impersonal forces of the unseen universe.The Technomage is in many ways a materialist. He functions in a world where all isenergy, and matter is nothing more than a form of energy. He is not likely to be interestedin religion, because he realizes that gods and goddesses are nothing more than patternsof energy themselves, which means that he cannot put his mind into a frame of worship.Devotion is a concept utterly alien to technomagick, even though it may be convenient topersonify the patterns. To put it more clearly, a Technomage is sort of the paganequivalent of a secular humanist, only he goes a bit farther. Where the humanist says that"Man is the measure of all things," the Technomage says "Man is potentially the master of all things."Right away, you can see the problems that this is going to present. The good neopagan,or simply pagan, will go into raptures about the worship of the Goddess or the variousmanifestations of the Horned God and the Technomage will look at her with a certainpuzzlement of expression, wondering what all the fuss is about. It is not the type of situation which makes friends easily. And, to be honest, the good Technomage can be just as bullheaded and obnoxious as any other person and at times possibly moreso. Thetruth of the matter is that the basic training of the magician, as opposed to that of themystic, is not conducive to humility.OK, so now you know why Uncle Chuckie is such a pain in the rear at times. So how didhe get that way and how does all this relate to the ideas of Technomagick?So at this point let me tell you something about myself and my own journey.I am, in truth, a product of my environment. I was eight years old when Sputnik waslaunched and that event had a terrible impact on me, for I had the misfortune to beconsidered, rightly or wrongly, a child prodigy with an interest in science. Whether I trulydeserved that reputation or not is open to argument, since I have always been capable of being damned stupid when I wanted to be. As I grow older, I increasingly doubt it myself,though it did wonders for the budding ego of a small boy who was so uncoordinated thathe did not learn to ride a bicycle until he was twelve and so utterly unathletic that he never even bothered to try to catch the baseball. Charles the Fierce, of which so much hasbeen made, did not appear until adolescence at which time I made up for things with avengeance. (How many 16-year-olds carry a garrote and know how to use it?)But the Russian sattelite changed everything, for the nation went into a paroxysm of terror at the thought that the Godless Communists had better scientists than we did, (actually itwas an accident of history due to the fact that their scientists were not as good and theyneeded more powerful rockets because their nuclear warheads were so much heavier andless sophisticated) and any child who had the slightest interest in the sciences was treatedas a potential savior of the nation and pushed as far and as fast as possible.That is one hell of a heavy trip to lay on the head of an eight-year old.