Riddle Me This. #6
I am a theory shrouded in mystery and doubt,
Believed by some, while others cast me out.
I'm not a science, but a practice that claims,
To harness the power of the mind and its aims.
In the mid 1900s, I was born in the minds,
Of mages and mystics, who sought to unwind
The secrets of the universe and its ways,
By tapping into its rhythms, and its numerous displays.
I'm not for everyone, as many will scoff,
At the notion of using their thoughts to take off,
Into the unknown, and the mystical realms,
Where changes can happen, at the flick of a helm.
Believed by some, while others cast me out.
I'm not a science, but a practice that claims,
To harness the power of the mind and its aims.
In the mid 1900s, I was born in the minds,
Of mages and mystics, who sought to unwind
The secrets of the universe and its ways,
By tapping into its rhythms, and its numerous displays.
I'm not for everyone, as many will scoff,
At the notion of using their thoughts to take off,
Into the unknown, and the mystical realms,
Where changes can happen, at the flick of a helm.
What Concept Am I?
