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. She seemed rather warming and her energy was charismatic, cool, calm, and collective.
“What sun sign are you?” I asked her, sudden curiosity toxicating my mind. 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.
“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. My hands began to get clammy, I wiped them on my jeans.
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.
What she told me was that they were apart of The Fire, or Fotia, a secret order that’s been apart of the world since the dawn of time. There purpose is to follow a code that was written for the disciples, which gave them access to a wide range of secretive and unknown tools that allows the holder to inherit power after an initiation. There were Servers and Preachers. Servers were holy people who mentors initiates and guides them toward their path being either Servers or Preachers. Preachers are of different initiation and have attained some physical power that enables them to create divisions of Fotia based on their power.
“We’ve grown apart of Fotia, our family and other families generations after generations had held up this Order in wait of the Red Dragonfly, an avatar of the five elements.” Tarah spoke. Every word sat heavy in my head, it was almost too much to take in.
“Quiet now Tarah, she’s becoming ill to understanding, this is too much for her to know now-” Xavier began.
“No! I want to know. I can understand, slowly,” I interrupted. They looked at each other and then me, waiting for me to respond.
I pondered her words but I didn’t know the gravity of what she said, not yet at least. 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 being too careless.
“I am a Fifth degree Server.” She told me. What that means I couldn’t know, but it seemed like she held a high title of the occult.
“What about you?” I asked, looking to Xavier. He looked at me and frowned, telling me I could not know. I nodded, a little hurt he could not tell me, but maybe it was better not to know, it might affect the teachings he will do for me.
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. I replayed the night in my head, and gently browsed my memory of different areas in my life where I found I had an overwhelming sense of clarity.
After they have came in, me and Xavier said our goodbyes. Before I left, Tarah bestowed a fountain pen to me, she said it was made in the 60’s by an Italian artist. I thanked her and we departed.
The ride back to my dormitory was quiet. I felt content and relaxed, yet Xavier seemed uptight. I went to place my hand on his, yet he hesitantly pulled back. Confused, I asked him, “What’s wrong?”
“Lolita…” he trailed off, lost in pondering thought. I waited for him to say something. He looked over at me and by the look on his face he seemed almost lost. He then entwined his hand in mine, and lifted it up and kissed the back of my hand. “Whatever happens next, don’t ever lose the light inside you, it is undistinguishable and cannot be caged. Remember little tiger, I do not exist, only you exist.”