Wicked Sense by Fabio Bueno

Author:Fabio Bueno [Bueno, Fabio]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 098587791X
Amazon: B008VY32F2
Publisher: Booklings Publishing
Published: 2012-08-08T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 34: Skye

Drake was supposed to come to Gemma’s for our morning ritual, but I called him last night and canceled. Today I’ll do a proper ceremony, something that I’ve been putting off since I arrived. I need more protection. Those improvisations I do every morning help, but aren’t powerful enough. The ideal spot would be the wilderness, away from the city vibe. But one of Seattle’s many green areas will have to do for now.

I leave the house before dawn and go west to a bus stop on Aurora Ave. The early morning walk is invigorating. The streets aren’t busy: the businesses are closed, except for the coffee shops, and only a little traffic disturbs the chilly city. The bus leaves me a few blocks away from Ravenna Park.

With my hands tucked in my jeans’ pockets the whole way, I arrive at the park. I don’t see anyone around and just keep walking. Bird calls saturate the air. The early fog brings a primal quality that can only be helpful to my purposes—the mist beckons to me.

At a creek, I discreetly fill a vial for my ritual.

A perfect spot is hard to find, but I settle for a small clearing behind the yellow-leafed trees. It’s far from the pathways. I need some privacy, even though I haven’t seen other people in the park yet.

Kneeling on the dirt behind a thick hedge, I line up my props on the ground. I do my breathing exercises, and when I feel relaxed enough, I begin the placement. The only moment I lose focus is when I ring my ceremonial bell: someone might hear it, even from a distance.

In the dirt, I draw a circle, then a pentagram inside it with my ceremonial knife—my athame. It has a white handle with my family crest embossed in gold. The preparation is part of the ritual, helping the Sisters transition into a heightened state of consciousness.

Before touching each of my items, I rub a little bit of the lake water from the vial on my hands. It doesn’t matter the water is not clean, just that it’s from a natural source.

I put a single candle in the middle of my arrangement and light it. I add my selected herbs to the cast iron mortar: wormwood and hyssop. Then it’s time for my special gesture, unique to my ritual: I touch my chest, mouth, and forehead slowly with my left hand. A long time ago, I realized this combination brings me peace and comfort, so I incorporated it into my rituals.

After grinding the herbs with my iron pestle, I light the mixture. The flames liberate its fumes, which I inhale.

I pray to the Goddess for protection. I ask for special shields for me and Drake. I beg for Mum’s health (even though I know London’s Mothers are performing much more powerful circles of prayers with the same intent).

My own magical energy meshes with the world’s magic and returns to me. The sensation, an elation unlike any other I’ve ever experienced, overtakes me.

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