Reaching the Materium from The Warp,

[EmperorRorepmeThree]

Hello all. Just a clarification I want other knowledgable Warhammer members to voice their opinion. What kind of range would you need to reach the Materium from The Warp? I think that The Warp might encompass everthing due to a statement made by Navid in the Prospero Burns book from the Heresy. There's also another thing. Characters like the Emperor and Magnus have travelled far and wide through the Warp. Using a concept called "Enumerations" to push their mind through the higher dimensions and realms through the Warp and also being there themselves in astral/conceptual states.

No," said Ahriman, "not without decades of training by the Corvidae. To read the multi-dimensional patterns of the Great Ocean and lift meaning from the meaningless requires two modalities of thought. Firstly, the rapid, accurate and efficient movement of thought from concept to concept, whereby all ideas become one; and secondly, the halting of thought altogether, were one idea is reduced to nothing. I have an eidetic memory, a mind crafted by the greatest technologists of the forgotten ages that allows me to do this. You do not."
	~ Thousand Sons​

Magnus closed his first eye and unshackled his body of light from his flesh. His captains and warriors required the Enumerations to achieve the separation from flesh, but Magnus had mastered spirit travel in the aether without being aware that such a thing might be considered difficult. The Enumerations were philosophical and conceptual tools to allow a practitioner of the mysteries to sift through the myriad complexities involved in bending the universe to his will. Such was his gift, the ability to achieve the impossible without knowing it was beyond comprehension. On a world such as Aghoru, that process was eased by the aetheric winds that blew invisibly across the planet's surface. The Great Ocean pressed in, as though around a precious and delicate bubble. Magnus plucked a thought from the third Enumeration to express the concept.
	~ Thousand Sons​

Aether is another word for The Warp.

"Spare me your theatrics. I bested powers greater than you, with your tawdry vision of hell," said Magnus with contempt. "I travelled the farthest reaches of the Great Ocean to save my Legion, unwound the strands of fate that bound them to their destruction and wove them anew. What makes you think your paltry blandishments will appeal to one such as I?"
	~ Thousand Sons​

It still amazed him that he had not known of these pathways, for he and his father had flown the farthest reaches of the Great Ocean and seen sights that would have reduced any other minds to gibbering madness.
	~ Thousand Sons​

Also another thing. An absolute fodder Daemon, created by Tzeentch to communicate with Magnus who obviously at this point cannot see his True Form created this realm. Magnus killed it in the end, which should be a great feat for Pre Daemons Primarch Magnus -

He realised he had not seen these paths because they were not there to be seen. Only this break in the network on Aghoru had allowed him to see it. Concerns of the material world intruded on his introspective plunge, and Magnus looked out on a world of shadows and deceit. He had passed from the realm of flesh to the realm of spirit without even thinking of it, and floated in a place without form and dimensions save any he desired to impose upon it. This was the entrance to the network, the nexus point that led into the labyrinth. This was what he had come to Aghoru to find. He stood upon a broken landscape of upthrust crags and tormented geometry, a world of madness and desolation. Multicoloured storms lashed the ground with black rain, and blistering lightning scored the heavens with burning zigzag lines. A golden line filled the horizon, a flame that encircled him and seethed with wounded power. Jagged mountains reared up in the distance, only to be overturned within moments of their creation. Oceans surged with new tides, drying up in a heartbeat to become ashen deserts of dust and memory. Everywhere, the land was in flux, an inconstant whirl of creation and destruction without end and without beginning. Ash and despair billowed from cracks in the rock, and it was as perfect a vision of hell, as Magnus had seen. "Is this the best you can do?" he said, the words dripping with scorn. "The mindless void-predators can conjure this much." The darkness before Magnus coalesced, wrapping itself in black spirals until a glistening snake with scales of obsidian coiled before him, weightless and disembodied from any notions of gravity. Its eyes were whirlpools of pink and blue, and a pair of brightly coloured wings ripped from its back. Its jaw peeled back, revealing fangs that dripped with venom. Its forked tongue glittered, and its maw was an abyss of infinite possibility.
	~ Thousand Sons​

Magnus kills it

Magnus had heard enough, content that the alien intelligence behind this vision was no more than a petty dynast of the Great Ocean, a malevolent entity with nothing to offer him but empty boasts and false promises. With a gesture, he drew the snake to him and took its straggling, whipping form in an unbreakable grip— It squirmed, but he held it fast with no more effort than he might hold a lifeless rope. Magnus squeezed and the scales peeled from its body, the coloured feathers of its wings becoming lustreless and dull. Its eyes dimmed and its fangs melted from its jaws. The landscape began to break apart, its cohesion faltering in the face of the serpent's unmaking. "You bested nothing," said the snake as Magnus broke its neck.
	~ Thousand Sons​

What's interesting is that the place has no dimensions except that which Magnus would impose on it.

Ok maybe I'm getting too carried away with Magnus here, he is my favourite Primarch.

 

[Antvasima]

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