It was around 10:43 when we made it to Xavier’s sisters house. She was a few years younger then him and I’ve met her only once at my college whenever there was a PTA meeting, she’s a psychology teacher yet I rarely see her on campus. I think Ashley took a semester of psychology.

“Hello, I’m Tarah.” The dark haired European woman which was Xavier’s sister reached her hand out. I took it in mine, “I’m Lolita.”

“My brother has told me of spectacular things about you.” She smiled as I felt my cheeks get warm. I wonder what exactly he has told her.

Her small suburban house was made with crimson red bricks and black shackles. Inside she had almost the similar lay out like Xavier’s; dark blinds and a steam punk feel across the house, unique clocks and metal furnished lanterns that hung in the hallways and on each side of the fire place. There was a small fire going on and I could smell incense in the air. The first moment I walked in I had a sudden rush of balanced, earthy energy that radiated in her home.

“What sun sign are you?” I asked her. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, “My dear lady, I am a Virgo Libra cusp.”

“Virgo-Libra huh?!” I said, smiling at her as my inner analysis studies her every move. Virgo-Libra cusp people are very unique- they have a love for the arts and are humorous, yet they don’t like to be the center of attention.

“Do you ask everyone that?” She asked. I thought for a moment as I came up with an answer, “Only to the people who interest me.”

“Well my dear, you will learn that I am one of the most interesting creatures there is! Come along now, I’ve made some Earl Grey-” she motioned to me and Xavier to come to the kitchen.

There was a small round table in on one side and a nice cast iron stove with an island in the middle for cooking. The kettle was hissing and she moved it off the stove, turning it off, and moving towards three cups that were laid out. Pouring each, she grabbed two cups in her hands and turned to me and her brother.

“Thank you Tarah.” Xavier spoke, sighing as he held the tea up to his lips. I sipped on mine, blowing on it so it’ll cool off. We all sat at the table and there was a moment of silence.

Me and Tarah held our mugs as Xavier sat his down, seeming like he was about to say something. We both looked to him as he gathered his words. It wasn’t like him to not know what he would say. He brought me here for a reason I don’t know, and it started to concern me. I thought about the kids who were being experimented on, locked up probably in cages- never seeing the light of day. Are we here for them?

“Lolita, do you remember me briefing you of information of the TriForce?” He asked, almost in his English-teacher manner.

Yes Mr. Eisenhower, I remember the super kids that are held hostage and are fighting for their lives right now.

I nodded my head.

“Before we can continue your magical path, I need you to know everything I’ve yet to tell you.”

“What have you been hiding from me?” I asked, deeply concerned. He sipped his tea as he contemplated the delicate words he would say to me.

Before he began, Tarah put a hand on his, and shot him a glance that somehow hid some type of telepathic meaning to it. She began to speak, and every word rang in my ears after she spoke them.

“Your father.” She simply said. He’s alive, I thought. He’s still out there. Where is he? So many questions sprung up in my head. How could they know where he is? Or who he is?

“Your father is apart of a secret Order, what others say an occult, which me and Tarah are apart of. Our families for generations and generations have preserved this sacred Order in return for the next ‘kin’ or ‘avatar.’ Those who possess other worldly powers are then motioned through our Order as protectors of the kin, able to grow and manipulate their powers under a society that hides and trains them.

Those who were exposed in the outside world were then held hostage underneath the secret government service called TriForce. Your father,” he stopped and looked at me, a bit saddened, “he’s also apart of the league of TriForce. He secretly packages information from them and sends it to us, our secret Order where we learned that they have the power to translate brain waves that recognizes said power, and had exceedingly crafted a type of shock therapy to delete the hosts powers like nothing ever happened.”

“Ok, so Fotia is for the freedom of powers and Triforce the exact opposite?” I said. They both nodded.

“And my dad is apart of both, but he leaks information of only TriForce? So he’s like a secret agent?”

“Indeed. You’re father works in one of the many buildings, playing music and singing to the kids and adults who are there, the people enjoying his exuberant energy that gives them something they need. Your father was once able to bring back a child’s gift by simply playing a song that he’d played continuously for him and it almost got him in horrid trouble, yet he stood there blindly, not acknowledging the fact that his music had reset a kids ability to move objects with his mind. He told us the monitor beeped a weird sound and almost a dozen of security men gathered in the kids room. The kid played stupid and so did your father, but he was asked to leave as they brought in the shock therapy gear. From then on he was unable to sing, but he could still play the guitar or cello for them.”

“Does my father have magic abilities?” I asked them. They shook there head, “His gift in music is stronger then most musicians, he sings original songs all straight from the soul.”

“But there is you, my dear.” Tarah spoke. I pondered her words but I didn’t know the gravity of what she said that night. Her and Xavier still had to withhold information from me only because my path is still unfolding in front of me and uncertain, they couldn’t risk any security breaches.

We were all finishing the last bit of our tea as Tarah chauffeurs us to a dimly lit room down the hallway that was covered with crystals and rocks and beads that hung from colored strings. There was an alter that stood at the north side of the room, resting upon it was a bowl of water with sand in it, two blue lit candles and a piece of paper with writing on it. There were different painting that were hung up that were all abstract in color, some looking like a portal leading into another dimension or something Salvador Dali would tell a student to paint. The room carried a different energy that felt almost similar to Xavier’s room. There was a black box and a small bag that rested on the floor in the middle of the room. On the floor rested an Arabian rug with vibrant colors where some petals laid strewn about on it. Tarah sat on the ground facing us but facing away from the alter. Me and Xavier sat on the floor in front of her. She picked up the small bag next to the box and gently shook it.

“Tonight I will be reading your soul path and future.” She said. I became intrigued when she asked me to pick out seven different crystal rocks that she laid across the rug. I studied each little rock. There were so many different colors and shapes and sizes it was hard to choose, but I finally picked out seven, the last one being I think a quarts crystal. Before she told me of the different rock crystals, she asked me to hold out my hands as she skimmed over the terrain of my palms.

What she told me was that there was something in the past that was blocking my path of growth, either it be a something bad that happened or something I cannot remember. With the choice of my crystal rocks, she said that my soul path is leading me directly to the Divine. The power of the five elements guide me and with good instinct I will succeed in what I desire most. My chakras are strong but there is an uneven flow of energy.

“I can help you regulate your energy flow of your chakras.” Tarah said.

“How is it you know there is something off?” I asked her.

“The way you hesitate before choosing, second-guessing yourself, becoming unsure. You are a strong independent young lady, and your instinct is more keen than what most people’s are.” I agreed with her, and she had Xavier leave the room as she continued her Works on me.

There was spacey atmospheric music humming in the background as she doused me in oils and sage. She had me undress in only my bra and underwear, and had me lay on my back. She grazed her hands along both sides of my spine and moved her hands in a way as if she was wiping water off my skin, flicking off the energy from her hands as she took them off my back. I was in deep meditation when she began to whisper secret words in the air.

I felt a surge of energy building up from my groin growing higher to my stomach. I heard her murmur the word “Muladhara.” And I recognized that was the root chakra, the first of the seven. She had me flip over on my back now, and she doused me in oils and fanned me with sage.

“Now breathe in deep.” She said and I did. I could then feel a electric tingle in my lower abdomen rise up. It felt like little needles were poking on my insides, aching to get out. Exhaling, and inhaling, the energy grew stronger. My eyes were kept shut but I saw a light behind my eyes that glowed dim and began to turn a vivid orange, then deep yellow… mossy green and sky blue… she was regulating my energy flow in all my chakras.

I was awed by her power of healing. I felt like she could relate easy with me and become receptive in her means of work. I brainstormed what her moon sign can be, it has to be a water sign I thought. Maybe earth…

Suddenly there was a pop unrecognizable of where it came from and I gasped from energetic stimulation. A light flashed across my eyes as I felt ocean deep in a sensational euphoria. I felt wide and awake, keen and alert, not on the outside with all my physical senses, but on my inner senses and intuition. What had I just experienced?

“What was that?” I asked her, out of breath.

“That Lolita was your energy opening and expanding.” She had put out the sage and had blew out all the candles except one. The light from the white candle danced across the room and splashed onto the walls.

“Now concentrate on the light. It is your peeking energy. Now since you have full control over your senses, I want you to blow out this candle not with your breath but with your mind.”

“With my mind?” I asked. She nodded. Okay, this seems easy. I looked at the small dancing flame that connected itself to the wick. I studied it and began to take deep breaths in and out. I closed my eyes and meditated, focusing on my breathing. As I felt my energy spill, I opened my eyes and the light distinguished. It was dark in the room now.

“Never forget the source of power you control. Remember, you have a fire in your soul and behind your eyes, learn to grow and control it.” Tarah said in the darkness.

“Okay.” I chimed, astounded by my hidden power.

The night had reached it’s point and Xavier joined us back in the kitchen. They walked outside and talked for some time as I sipped on some water Tarah gave me.

I felt alive and my body tingling. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet.



Where was I? Oh, I was telling you of my relationship with Mr. Eisenhower and how we “tripped.” That whole night was so surreal, I felt like a bird who needed to fly. Eisenhower grew my wings and I’m close to flying, you’re almost there he told me. He always told me to just call him by his last name Eisenhower, the reason I don’t know, and it wasn’t until now that he told me his first name; Xavier. It was a seductive, dark, mysterious name that made me love this man more. He was very secretive of his own Work and who he is. “I do not exist.” He told me once. I didn’t understand him, nor his gifted language. He had me read weird books written by magical people, so I’d learn of my prophecy. I was already well aware of my destiny, it is to write a book. What kind? I don’t know, I might write a bibliography.

“Here, you must read this and write me a one page essay of it.” He handed me a leather bounded book. I looked at it over, there was no writing on the outside of it, I opened the pages and the first words on the front wrote “The Book of Now.”

“Who wrote this?” I asked. He looked at me with those ocean blue sparkling eyes. He only looked at the book and smiled.

“Inamorta Clearwaters, the third star child dating back to the birth of Christ.”

“This is more then a thousand years old then-” I remarked, astounded by the hand written font and broken edges of the thick paper.

“Indeed. This you will need to know before you can go on.” Xavier said, needing nothing more to say. He’s given me books over the months to look through and make notes, now- this seems like a test. I was already growing into a mystic and spiritual magician. I’ve been meditating everyday for a few months now, and been practicing my own rituals. I felt my energy and source of inner power grow into a small butterfly, but I was not prepared to fly just yet. I must relish in the books my lover gives me first.

I went home to my dorm, as I opened the door, my little Leonard welcomed me with loud meows and a quivering tail. “Hey pumpkin,” I bent down and petted him behind the ear, he purred.

“Hey biatch,” I looked up and there stood my beautiful best friend Ashley, with a dress half on, “Help me zip this!”

I stood up and went to her back, helping her zip up a tight fitting turquoise dress, it looked wonderful on her, and I told her so. “Thanks.” She twirled around and showed off her dress that only came down to her mid thighs. “Been with Eisenhower lately?”

“Yea, been busy with extra assignments.” I sighed and dumped my bag on the sofa. The living room we had was small but it fit a love seat and two bean bag chairs with a nice size TV and stereo system which me and Ashley loved, it was a Bose set up. The news was playing at a low volume, seems like hurricane season might be hitting us early.

“What now, is he showing you those Crowley videos?” She asked. She didn’t like the idea of any “weird” phenomenon, or really didn’t understand it. It was like any source of inner power only came from the looks she puts off, yet she was a independent creature.

“No, more Mooji.” I insisted.

“Isn’t he that fat guy who can answer anyone’s question on YouTube?” She questioned, putting her hands on her hips. I walked over to grab a soda pop from the fridge. Yes, I said soda pop, grow up. Walking back, I sunk down in one of the bean bags. Popping open my soda, I sipped it eagerly.

“Yes. I would consider him a jolly modern Buddha…” I encouraged.

“Enough of all this wack talk, I’m going to a party, and you’re coming with me!”

“Am not.” I said matter of factly. I’m so not going to another frat party, I’d gag and fall over stupid before I meddle around with those… ungrateful-rich-petty-college-perverts. Yea. I said it.

“Oh cmon Lola,” Ashley whimpered, making a puppy eye expression. “You don’t even have a class tomorrow.”

“I still have errands to run and an essay to do.” I argued.

“Ugh. You’re no fun…Catch ya later.” And on that note, she grabbed her purse and keys, and jetted out. Hmph.

Now, I unwind.

Turning the speakers on, I put a Beach House vinyl on the turntable, cranking it up high as I smoke sesh by myself.

I thought about Nothing for a moment. Not nothing, like I’m not thinking about anything, but the force of Nothing- and how it is everything. I remember reading an old esoteric book about the concept of creation, and how it branched out from Nothing. Nothing then taking the form of ‘something’ leading to the great Big Bang. How All is connected to one source- that being the Creator or The One or the Messiah or God. Sorry if you don’t catch my flow of thinking, but I’m a very abstract philosopher. Nothing to me stands out as a starting place for creativity in the beginning.

Before I knew it the record was done playing and was casually skipping at the end. I got up and pulled the needle off the vinyl and flipped it on its backside. Dropping the needle back on, I went to lower the lights in the room and switched on the Christmas lights that were more mood setting. I plopped back on the sofa and rolled me a joint. After awhile I put an indie vinyl on and zoned out for the remainder of the night.

Wait! I forgot about the book that Eisen- Xavier given me- of the third star child- whatever that means. I opened my bag and grabbed the thick leather journal. Opening it up, I felt a strange aura exceeding from the book, like the energy flowed through my hands.

Deja Vu engulfed my experience from then on. The words were so vague and the sentences so short. But I read on a couple of pages. I can’t tell you what was in this magickal book, but it definitely spoke to me like no other story has.

It tells of a young girl of sixteen who lives on the coast of Africa. She was raised by Egyptians who found her in the hut of a wild dog den. Hence she was made a young princess by the Pharaoh. Who called her Inamorta, which underneath a secret Order meant “wolf girl.”

She wondered about her life and traveled on a camel across the deserts alone, in search for Truth and the Light. One night as she laid asleep, she dreamt of a cloud that had lifted her up into the sky. She awoke and the camel went missing. With no sight of the camel anywhere, she continued her journey on foot. Days and Nights she traveled on foot, tired she was. As she began to lose hope and feel herself slipping, she found a small village on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea. There she met a Master, a wise man who took her in. She told him who she was, and of her journey across the desert in search for Knowledge. The wise man then laughed, and she became angry. She stood up and began to depart, but his words stopped her, “The Truth you seek is not out here in the beyond, nor in my teachings- but inside..להסתכל פנימה.” He spoke a language that was not taught to Inamorta, but when the vibrations rolled off his wise tongue, it rung in her ears for a while. She bowed down in front of him, begging him to teach her. He scowled, “I do not teach just to be listened to. What I will teach you will change the life you know and if you do not continue the Works you will surely perish a small worthless life. Continue and you will be blessed with abundance within the Light you seek.”

“Yes master!” She cried. “I will learn the ways of my own Will and continue your Work through my teachings.”


There was a soft knock on the door that broke my concentration of reading. I closed the book and slipped it underneath the sofa. I got up and opened the door, surprised to see who it was.

“Xavier.” I spoke.

“Lolita. Come.” Two simple words my mysterious English teacher spoke. I followed him out of my dorms without being spotted (because cmon, why would a teacher tell you about an assignment he forgot to mention at 10 o’ clock? Exactly; weird) and head to the far west of the campus. We didn’t hold hands in case of wondering students who are slowly making their way to the dormitories, but we walked side by side close enough for my shoulder to brush his bicep. I wondered what tonight will hold, I thought.

We both got into his 67′ Chevrolet Camaro and sped off into the night. He didn’t tell me where he was taking me, but I hoped it was something having to do with my path. “The book you gave me- it was written by Inamorta, yes?”

“She was there in the making of the book, but no, she did not write it. The Masters house keeper did, a young boy who fell in love with Inamorta who was told to write all of her story, and how she became the star that led the three kings to the birth of Christ.”

“Metaphorically?” I asked, curious.

“No,” he looked at me, shaking his head,” Quite literally.”


Chp 1.

This all started out rather quick, so let me give you a review of what’s already happened.

It was a normal day in my Advanced English class ran by my boyfriend- er- Mr. Eisenhower. He was the stunning English teacher every girl whispered about. His curly dark hair was slicked back by gel, his stache and beard thick with little ginger hairs growing from the bottom of his plump lips. He had stunning cobalt eyes, dangerous to look at for too long, because you can get easily lost in them; an abyss full of mystery and dark secrets. He was a very perplex, complex yet delicate creature. I remember the very first day I walked into his class two years ago.
He looked me over once very quick, and smiled the ‘hello-I’m-your-english-teacher’ smile, but there was something more that hinted otherwise. The first day he asked the class to write as many pages as we want of what we want to be, fiction or real, powers or doctors. It was a freshman class so you know everyone would get creative as such. I kept mine simple, of course, only five pages of how I want to be residing with my consort secretly, underneath everyones noses so its thrilling to catch a hand or lay a kiss in public. The next day as he was giving all the papers back to the class, he held me back, holding my paper between his slender fingers. He looked at me over once again very quick, yet stared deep into my eyes, “Ms. Way, I wanted to announce that your writing assignment has peeked my interest not only in your unique style of storytelling, but of what the real meaning of this piece means…”

I smiled and felt my cheeks get hot. Oh, how I wanted him to just take me in his arms right now. “You hinted a lot towards a mysterious teacher, who can teach you what others cannot. What is it that you want to learn?” He asked me.
“I want to learn how to be a Queen of Wands.”

His eyes got wide of my hint towards a minor arcana tarot card. He got close, not too close but close enough where I can feel his breath on my skin, I looked towards the door that was a few yards away, hoping no one will come in at this moment. The adrenaline kicked in as he whispered, “Little Tiger, I see the fire behind your eyes, but do you know what it means to be taught by a wolf?”

Right then I knew I fell hard for this man. He agreed to teach me everything he knew, in secret.
And of course I had to tell my best friend.

Her name was- is- Ashley. She was a mixed mutt, half white, half black. She was really beautiful, her short bob matching her sleek figure. She was tinier then me but had bigger boobs. She knew about my affair with Eisenhower. She thought it was weird because of the age difference, but I think that’s what made it unique. He was about twenty more years my age, and I couldn’t stand boys my age, they were ignorant. Ashley thought they were cute, like a baby cute. Ashley didn’t have a boyfriend because she didn’t believe in dating. “When it’s the right time, I’ll marry a guy, until then, they’re little toys for girls to dispense of.” Ouch to all the guys out there who thought Ashley was the perfect girl. She was to me, atleast- the perfect best friend. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

Besides Ashley, I had my cat Leonard. He was the fluffiest and cutest little gray tomboy anyone could lay eyes on. I had him as long as I’ve known Ashley, which was since elementary. His meow was very quirky, and guests in my dorm always awe’d when he came around. Yep, he was my little furball of sunshine.

I never knew my parents. Yes I heard they were great, astounding, award-winning people, my dad a musical magician and singer, and my mom a belly dancer and artist. My mother died while she had me and my father only raised me until I was two. From then on I was forced into an orphanage after he took on his work and here I am now, not mentally damaged at all.

Alright, a little more and you’ll be caught up.

As the rest of America leads on normal lives, the real terror wasn’t anywhere beyond the seas, but inside. Eisenhower had told me of a secret government that was run from inside the White House and in the dark buildings right outside our homes. Kids and adults with super powers of manifesting elements and more were being held hostage in cells of experimentation. When I first heard of this, I kind of shook my head at Eisenhower but he grabbed my chin and turned my head to look at him. He was serious, it was real.

“We have to get them out.” I said, immediately skipping all possible threats as my mind forms around an idea, but Eisenhower was already a step before me.

One night, we both indulged in LSD.

What’s it like tripping acid? Well, it’s not easy to explain, but I’ll try my best. After forty-five minutes to a hour, things around you begin to breathe and shift in perception. You’ll get tracers whenever you move around, best way to check is wave your hand in front of your face. The feeling is intense, sensation amplifies then begins to blur, and everything in your body tingles with what it feels like electricity. Everything talk-able is merely a joke and the giggles are real. When I tripped with Eisenhower, I swear my soul opened up. He said that its a very soul gripping experience, where you look within and a new perception emerges from your unconscious.

I felt as if my soul was blooming with static energy I didn’t know how to control, but he helped me with his source of power and experienced hands. Before, he read my palms and my tarot cards. My source of energy that I held within me needed a breakthrough, that’s when he suggested I perform an earth bounding ritual with him. He knew everything and all he told me was that i’ll be meditating, breathing, and listening inwards rather then outwards. “What else do I not know about you?” I asked, after he spoke his instructions.

“My sun sign is in Cancer, my Moon sign in Scorpio.”

“I’ve read some astrology, I even pieced together my chart-”

“Your Moon sign is the same.”

“Yes! Wait, how did you know?”

“I’ve seen you in a vision, little one, you were running around shift-changing; an orange siberian tiger. You looked at me but couldn’t see me, and you flew off to another planet close to the one I was on.”

“That’s… wicked.” I gasped, I remember whenever I was younger I could vividly lucid dream incredibly good. I always dreamt I was a tiger for some reason I didn’t know. It’s like he knew me before he met me…. Moon in Scorpio dreams are always very strong in unconscious meaning, people like us tend to be mysterious, loyal, yet with intense emotional needs. We like to hide back in the world until the right moment comes by, and we take it head on. I plan on not sharing my Sun sign with you only to keep my identity hidden- away from the Triforce.

When the earth bounding ritual began, he cleared the room of its energy by lighting some candles and sage. He spoke words I didn’t understand in Latin. He gestured different hand signals and spoke towards the West, North, East, and South. When he was finished he then grabbed a small vial and twist it open. He dabbed his finger in it and put his finger at the center of his forehead, then his lips, neck, chest, stomach, and groin- doing the same to me. He then asked me to focus on a square, the symbol of Earth. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, and out. I could feel my body tingle and it was a little hard to concentrate on this drug- but after failed attempts I was finally able to focus perfectly on a green square.

A few hours into the acid trip, after a few breathing exercises and energy bonding, Eisenhower grabbed my hand and brought me into his room. Candles were lit and he kissed my neck. “This part of the ritual, we’ll be igniting and combining our separate energies together.”

“Sounds riveting,” I joked, breathing in, a little nervous,”I hope not to mess up.”

“No, Lolita- you have what it takes to do this. Now, lay with me.” I smiled as he stood tall infront of me, looking at me like I was his prey. He then kissed me passionately, gently edging off all our clothes as we laid next to each other. My heart race as I felt the energy from the ritual and the acid take over, I was an animal.

“Careful little tiger, conserve your energy, you’ll be needing it later.” He whispered as I mounted him.

We closed the circle an hour later, humming with energy I was. We gazed into each others eyes for some time, breathing shakily. He grabbed my hand and kissed it, saying, “You are the blooming flower at the end of the rainbow.”

We were five hours into the acid trip, and Eisenhower decided to order a pizza after all the effort. During the wait, we got clothed and sat in his living room. His house was very gothic, dark colors that splashed on the walls with velvet blinds that draped down covering the windows. I’ve only been to his house a couple times, the first year knowing him was only in a classroom setting.

Now that I gotten this out of the way, I will tell you of my beginning.


The sun was setting. The moon rising high, I was asleep, but my other half was not.

“Hey, Lolita,” a voice whispered in my subconscious. I was in a river of India, floating down- seeing the elephants, small creatures, does and tigers amongst my journey into another world, but I began to slowly float up- out of the water- into the air.

“Wake up!”

My eyes were open, and above me was a shadow of a girl, yet I can see her dark eyes perfectly. I blinked, and looked over at my clock. It’s was 4:22 AM. Lord, I thought. What could she want?

“Stop the commotion you thinker, I have to show you something important, cmon.” She flew off me and levitated/ floated towards the door. She looked back at me, who was slowly crawling out of bed, pulling my purse off the ground and grabbing some cigs. I walked to the door, through the small living room, and out the back door. I lived in the country, so beyond the backdoor laid wooded areas aka forest.

I flipped on the back lights and what seemed like a few yards away were some type of objects floating in the air. Oh my…

“C’mon, nothing’s gonna hurt you out here.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me out the back door. We ran the few yards and made it to a scene of pure… well.. magick.

Crystals that grew from rocks of different colors floated around six feet in the air. They bounced lightly mid air, leaving a note of “I am here. Don’t touch me” kind of vibe.

“What is this, Sara?”

More in the light, Sara was a short girl of 4’11”, with long dark black hair, creamy white skin and hollow eyes with round hearted lips embraced on a rounded face. She was absolutely stunning. Beside my shaggy brown hair that came down to my shoulders and my lanky 5’3″ body, I adored my olive skin and Latin ancestors.

“This is where you’re chakras are gonna be realigned with the energy of the five elements. It’ll help you get better rest in this phase of the moon,” she looked at me and grabbed my hand, and I felt a slight tingling sensation in the palm of my hand as she grasped it, “I manifested this for you, now come see, it isn’t too hard, all you need to do is cleanse your mind with some deep breaths.”

After explaining briefly of each elemental state- first to embrace the grounding of earth- I stepped in the circle and immediately the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I was walking into a static force of magick. And this was absolutely, insane and thrilling. My eyes narrowed as I faced West. I focused on the green crystal, its many shards of emerald shimmered by the moons rays.

I mumbled a quote that Sara taught me in this brief time and I stood there for a couple of moments. I did this to East, North, and South. By that time my body was buzzing with energy, and at that point I was too winded and I had to sit down.

“Wait on that Lolita, I still must invoke the element Spirit.” Sara called. I nodded, standing back up. I was a little dizzy. I watched all the crystals move upwards and closer in together, all forming a small circle above me. I closed my eyes and focused on that last element. Murmuring words and breathing in deeply.

I felt the weight of everything leave me all of a sudden, and I stood more taller then ever. I looked at my hands- palm and knuckles- feeling the source of energy in my veins.

I looked at Sara then, who gathered the crystals in a leather bag. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. It was the first time I’ve done that in this life, and the other times weren’t that great.”

“Either way, I feel, enriched.”

“That’s a good way to put it… well, go on back to sleep as I find something else to do with my time.”

I turned swiftly towards my bed, muttering “night owls,” under my breath but I knew Sara could hear it because she had crazy accurate sounding ears.

I fell asleep calmly, my mind shutting off almost instantly, and I dreamt of flying.

Once Tonight.

Tender kisses did leave me in the afterlife of a night with you. You’ve greeted me with warm delights; chocolate and gold, incense and such. The idea appealed to me thoughtfully, noting every single touch by you. Your caramel smile and sandalwood cologne brought me up the stairs, where we passed a chandelier held by a crystal rope that hung up all the way to the fifth floor. Gliding up the stairs, we passed an elevator that we ignored, enjoying our ascent in the steps. Forward the story continues…

Second Chases

My lips caress your absence ones, your music has encased my heart,

Will you write for me?

I can’t just run away from all my fears, fearing I’ll loose you. And I did, by my own doings.

Your music encased me, who am I? Who am I I think. No one it seems without you.