smoke and mirrors. Diary of an occult resolution assistant.
Saturday 00:39
Melody had broken out of the circle, it looked like she was having difficulties until she had bridged the line by scraping dirt across it; she erased more of the drawn lines when she crawled across and then she reached in and grabbed me as I scrabbled and kicked to escape also. Once on the outside the scene was different, brightly lit from branches and hanging ropes burning strongly in the darkest hours of night.
While I breathed, feeling the coolness of the night air, Melody was back into the smoke trying to get a grip onto the closest of the girls, none of whom looked the least bit distressed or uncomfortable as the smoke layer descended around them.
"Its not real." I said quietly, on this side there was no heat and the smoke looked less dense and powerful. "Its not real." I said again louder as Melody came back out coughing and holding a hand to her mouth; she looked scorched and sooty around her mouth and nose.
"The mad fools." A statement. "No self preservation in any of them."
"No," I took hold of the older woman's arms and looked into her face. "Its not real, its not real. Look at it." I shook her as I talked, raising my voice as I attempted to pass on the information. A spark of understanding lit behind Melody's eyes and she turned to look back at the chaos to my left. She straightened up and stood to face it; seeing for what it was.
Fire had burnt through the ropes above and the tops of the trees were burning brightly in the blackness around but it all seemed far less frightening than moments ago. No one was in any immediate danger. This wasn't a comforting thought as a length of charred rope interrupted its journey from the wafting heights of the treetops to the firm earth below by smacking me across the head where the glowing embers caused catastrophic damage to my hair; It was going to take a lot of good shampoo to rectify the slight singeing I sustained.
Mary was within the circle, calling to the sky in loud words that I could not comprehend but I did my best to remember as much as I could so I could report back later - if there were a later -
"You must stop this now." Melody called into the swirling smoke, the dancers looked at her while they passed by with mischief in their eyes.
Mary recognised us and laughed, "You are a foolish old woman who has wasted her talent and her time and missed the greatest opportunity she was given. You could have been here with me with my family."
"You are no family of mine, not anymore. I do not wish to be on that side you have created for yourself."
"Its always about you and what you think. Well now you can see what I have achieved, what we as women together can achieve. Witches don't have to be the cackling old woman living alone or carryout endless chores for the proletarian who give no thanks and blacken your name once you have done. We can be leaders in the community, bring Witchcraft out into the open and be recognised for our gifts above others who only take."
Melody sniffed. "I don't know about any of that, a job well done when it is needed is thanks enough for me. A witch is a necessity, we do not go looking for recognition and we do not do it for ourselves. Witchcraft is a gift, yes, those gifted should help others who do not have that gift when they can. Recognition, you can keep it."
"Come to me Valentine, come and join your sisters. You have shown you have the right to stand beside your sisters and glory in the power we can all share. Join us here and open yourself to all the wonders that She can give you." Mary opened her arms and called again to me, she looked powerful, graceful, beautiful and commanding. Compared to her, Melody looked old, tired and weak, her stick being relied upon to keep her upright.
This was it, a divide between the witchcraft I had read about, old women with old views and ideals verses the young who have dropped the shackles of the past and reached out into other avenues to expand their understanding of the craft and put it into the changing world. We live in a different world now and with internet, TV and instantly being able to share ideas and ideals witchcraft has changed.
Mary had welcomed me from the first, she saw something in me and has offered her hand to help teach me what I can do with whatever I have within me. Then there was this old woman, unresponsive and critical, someone who had with her first breath towards me told me to leave her village and has refused to assist in my learning of this craft. I could feel the love and warmth boiling in an invisible line against the cold and flint. Everyone needs to decide where they stand and I was being asked to make a very easy decision. But with all things I find myself unable to take that one step as if a weight was applied to my body and an anchor fixed rigid against my movement.
A siren wail screamed in the still of the night, birds took to the air and animals small and not so small seemed as startled as I, shortly after a resplendant blue flickering light shone through strobing the uppermost branches in a bright aura and giving the impression of hundreds of fingers reaching aloft from the dark pits below.
"Shit Mary; " Called one of the faceless robes, "Not again. You know my Dad's a local fireman and he'll kill me if he catches me out here again! You know he won't let me out of the house if he thinks I've started a fire."
"Hush child, They are just ignorant men with phalic symbols glorying in their limited mastery of hoses." Replied Mary.
"But he'll kill me Mary. You know what he's like, he'll kill me!" She wailed and then ran off into the forest in the opposite direction to where the strobing lights were getting stronger. A couple of the others followed quickly behind.
Other female voices lifted from under the robes calling,
"I don't want the police to find us."
"My brother was talking to his mates saying they think we all dance in the nuddy and they want to come up and look."
"I want to be a teacher, I can't get a criminal reccord for arson."
More girls fled into the relative safety of the night; Mary was left with only a couple of girls and had the impression of furiousness on her features. Melody slowly retreated into the tree line and disappeared as her black dress left the fading fire light.
Soon it was just me and Mary left. The lights and siren were a distance away at the track from the road, I assume the fire engine got as far as it could and my imagination was telling me firefighters were now making their way on foot following the light from the fires on the high boughs as a guide.
"Tomorrow night child. We meet again tomorrow and I need you there." Mary called in a sing song voice. "You have seen what I can give you and what powers She can bestow upon you. Tomorrow." She then fled into the night.
Well, I thought. I didn't see this as how the night would end. Moments later the quiet of the clearing was temporarily interupted by furious activity as the strong artificial lights of the firemen cut through the gloom and a heavy cold rain fell as they used a long thin black hose to extinguish the remaining fires which hissed out of existance. I thought I saw a small pitiful smoke sprite dissapear into nothing as the rain pulled its non-corporial body into nothing.
Saturday 08:30
Just been searved a delightful breakfast of plastic ham, rubbery eggs on toast made from stirofoam and a thin plastic cup of coffee made from mud and floating dark brown undesolvable lumps floating on the surface; luckily it was luke warm or the weak cup which distorted even ina gentle grip would have burnt my fingers.
My hair was a mess, my clothes stank and I can't reccomend the over night accomodation lowly enough. Still, it was better than the police cells in London.
Melody had broken out of the circle, it looked like she was having difficulties until she had bridged the line by scraping dirt across it; she erased more of the drawn lines when she crawled across and then she reached in and grabbed me as I scrabbled and kicked to escape also. Once on the outside the scene was different, brightly lit from branches and hanging ropes burning strongly in the darkest hours of night.
While I breathed, feeling the coolness of the night air, Melody was back into the smoke trying to get a grip onto the closest of the girls, none of whom looked the least bit distressed or uncomfortable as the smoke layer descended around them.
"Its not real." I said quietly, on this side there was no heat and the smoke looked less dense and powerful. "Its not real." I said again louder as Melody came back out coughing and holding a hand to her mouth; she looked scorched and sooty around her mouth and nose.
"The mad fools." A statement. "No self preservation in any of them."
"No," I took hold of the older woman's arms and looked into her face. "Its not real, its not real. Look at it." I shook her as I talked, raising my voice as I attempted to pass on the information. A spark of understanding lit behind Melody's eyes and she turned to look back at the chaos to my left. She straightened up and stood to face it; seeing for what it was.
Fire had burnt through the ropes above and the tops of the trees were burning brightly in the blackness around but it all seemed far less frightening than moments ago. No one was in any immediate danger. This wasn't a comforting thought as a length of charred rope interrupted its journey from the wafting heights of the treetops to the firm earth below by smacking me across the head where the glowing embers caused catastrophic damage to my hair; It was going to take a lot of good shampoo to rectify the slight singeing I sustained.
Mary was within the circle, calling to the sky in loud words that I could not comprehend but I did my best to remember as much as I could so I could report back later - if there were a later -
"You must stop this now." Melody called into the swirling smoke, the dancers looked at her while they passed by with mischief in their eyes.
Mary recognised us and laughed, "You are a foolish old woman who has wasted her talent and her time and missed the greatest opportunity she was given. You could have been here with me with my family."
"You are no family of mine, not anymore. I do not wish to be on that side you have created for yourself."
"Its always about you and what you think. Well now you can see what I have achieved, what we as women together can achieve. Witches don't have to be the cackling old woman living alone or carryout endless chores for the proletarian who give no thanks and blacken your name once you have done. We can be leaders in the community, bring Witchcraft out into the open and be recognised for our gifts above others who only take."
Melody sniffed. "I don't know about any of that, a job well done when it is needed is thanks enough for me. A witch is a necessity, we do not go looking for recognition and we do not do it for ourselves. Witchcraft is a gift, yes, those gifted should help others who do not have that gift when they can. Recognition, you can keep it."
"Come to me Valentine, come and join your sisters. You have shown you have the right to stand beside your sisters and glory in the power we can all share. Join us here and open yourself to all the wonders that She can give you." Mary opened her arms and called again to me, she looked powerful, graceful, beautiful and commanding. Compared to her, Melody looked old, tired and weak, her stick being relied upon to keep her upright.
This was it, a divide between the witchcraft I had read about, old women with old views and ideals verses the young who have dropped the shackles of the past and reached out into other avenues to expand their understanding of the craft and put it into the changing world. We live in a different world now and with internet, TV and instantly being able to share ideas and ideals witchcraft has changed.
Mary had welcomed me from the first, she saw something in me and has offered her hand to help teach me what I can do with whatever I have within me. Then there was this old woman, unresponsive and critical, someone who had with her first breath towards me told me to leave her village and has refused to assist in my learning of this craft. I could feel the love and warmth boiling in an invisible line against the cold and flint. Everyone needs to decide where they stand and I was being asked to make a very easy decision. But with all things I find myself unable to take that one step as if a weight was applied to my body and an anchor fixed rigid against my movement.
A siren wail screamed in the still of the night, birds took to the air and animals small and not so small seemed as startled as I, shortly after a resplendant blue flickering light shone through strobing the uppermost branches in a bright aura and giving the impression of hundreds of fingers reaching aloft from the dark pits below.
"Shit Mary; " Called one of the faceless robes, "Not again. You know my Dad's a local fireman and he'll kill me if he catches me out here again! You know he won't let me out of the house if he thinks I've started a fire."
"Hush child, They are just ignorant men with phalic symbols glorying in their limited mastery of hoses." Replied Mary.
"But he'll kill me Mary. You know what he's like, he'll kill me!" She wailed and then ran off into the forest in the opposite direction to where the strobing lights were getting stronger. A couple of the others followed quickly behind.
Other female voices lifted from under the robes calling,
"I don't want the police to find us."
"My brother was talking to his mates saying they think we all dance in the nuddy and they want to come up and look."
"I want to be a teacher, I can't get a criminal reccord for arson."
More girls fled into the relative safety of the night; Mary was left with only a couple of girls and had the impression of furiousness on her features. Melody slowly retreated into the tree line and disappeared as her black dress left the fading fire light.
Soon it was just me and Mary left. The lights and siren were a distance away at the track from the road, I assume the fire engine got as far as it could and my imagination was telling me firefighters were now making their way on foot following the light from the fires on the high boughs as a guide.
"Tomorrow night child. We meet again tomorrow and I need you there." Mary called in a sing song voice. "You have seen what I can give you and what powers She can bestow upon you. Tomorrow." She then fled into the night.
Well, I thought. I didn't see this as how the night would end. Moments later the quiet of the clearing was temporarily interupted by furious activity as the strong artificial lights of the firemen cut through the gloom and a heavy cold rain fell as they used a long thin black hose to extinguish the remaining fires which hissed out of existance. I thought I saw a small pitiful smoke sprite dissapear into nothing as the rain pulled its non-corporial body into nothing.
Saturday 08:30
Just been searved a delightful breakfast of plastic ham, rubbery eggs on toast made from stirofoam and a thin plastic cup of coffee made from mud and floating dark brown undesolvable lumps floating on the surface; luckily it was luke warm or the weak cup which distorted even ina gentle grip would have burnt my fingers.
My hair was a mess, my clothes stank and I can't reccomend the over night accomodation lowly enough. Still, it was better than the police cells in London.
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