The Goddess Within

Witches Rune

I stared at my notebook for about ten minutes, well so much for relaxation. Goddess, can’t a girl get a break anymore?

            I finished my bath in a hurry, and dressed in a pair of black and violet plaid pants and a long-sleeved black shirt. We didn’t have to meet James or the others till some time tomorrow, and I wasn’t sure if they were going to show either way.

            I walked down the hall, my wet hair curling into ringlets, my notebook in my arms. I had to show Mikey what dad wrote. I stopped at the doorway and stared at him. He was sitting on the floor, lotus style, meditating. I tapped my fingernails on the doorframe and he jumped. I couldn’t help but giggle and he flashed a confused smile.

            “What’s up? That was a quick soak, thought you were relaxing.” I tossed the notebook onto the floor and sat across from him. He picked it up and flipped to the page I had marked, his brow crinkling as he read, “What does this mean?”

            I shook my head and whispered, “In my dream, my brothers killed you in order to bring me to my father… when I noticed you weren’t going to make it, I killed myself.”

            “So he’s basically saying something is up with your brothers? Wonderful, I know that they hate me, but this is a bit much.” He handed the notebook back to me, “It seems that your dad wants you to be careful around them. I think he’s trying to warn you the best way a ghost can…” he sighed.

            “What should we do now?” I muttered, twirling a lock of purple hair between my fingers.

            “Protection charms? Maybe the “circle of constant protection” would work.” He smiled at me.

            I smiled back nervously, and then began chewing on my lip, “Doesn’t that require a psychic energy shield? I’ve never done one before, but from what I know about them it requires a lot of meditation and time. Isn’t it dangerous?”

            He shrugged, “Not dangerous, just tiring, and I’ve done this a few times, so no worries.” He stood up and stretched, “We need a circle, so we either need to go to the basement or the attic. We’ll need white paint and a paint brush, your athame, and something for each element. I’ll grab the elemental requirements, you get the rest and I’ll meet you in the attic.”

            He kissed my forehead and ran to gather the salt, incense, candles and water. Salt was considered to be earth, as well as dirt in general. Incense was used for air because of the smoke without having flame. Candles are obviously for fire, and water is undoubtedly for water. I went after the paint and my athame, or double edged sword. I stopped in my room to grab my Book Of Shadows off of my altar before running off to the attic.

            The person who built my small home rather enjoyed having levels, or so it would seem. The basement was ten-by-ten, connected to a small garage of the same size. The second floor was about the same size as a class room, probably twenty-by-thirty or something like that. The attic was the size of the entire lower level, except it had a slanted wall that made the room seem to be smaller. While it was small, it was big enough for me. I didn’t need too much space.

            I ran up the stairs to the attic. Mikey was setting up the elemental properties, so I stood there and watched in silence. I had never been a part of an actual circle, so I was slightly nervous. Sure, I’ve had my own altar, but that was more personal than an actual circle. Circles usually contained five people, one for each point on the pentacle, standing for each element: earth, air, fire, water and spirit. If you were in a coven, or a group of Wiccan practitioners, there could be any number of people, including a High Priest/Priestess.

            Mikey glanced at me and took the paint from my hand. Within a matter of minutes, he had two perfect white circles, which I recognized from an old book as protection circles against evil beings. He sprinkled salt onto both circles, which is used to keep evil entities away. Anyone or anything wishing to cause you harm cannot get through a barrier of salt. He then placed white votives around the outer circle. Next he sprinkled drops of water around both circles, as he had with salt. He finally placed an incense burner in the center of the circle. He reached out his hand to me and smiled, welcoming me into the circle, which was a sacred tradition within a few covens.

He held the athame to my throat; this was another sacred tradition amongst some of the older covens. “It is better that you rush upon this blade, then to enter the circle with fear in your heart. How do you enter?”

I sighed and smiled, “With perfect love, and perfect trust.” I kissed him, and took the blade, holding it to his throat. “It is better that you rush upon this blade, then to enter the circle with fear in your heart. How do you enter?”

 He smiled, “With perfect love, and perfect trust.” He kissed me again.

I held the blade to the sky, “As above,” then stuck it into the wooden floor, “so below.” We sat down in the circle across from each other and held hands. We slowed our breathings until they were the same, as if we were one person. I then noticed the hypnotizing glow from the candles, flickering against the wall and our faces.

In unison, we began chanting:

“Now is the time, now is the hour. Ours is the magic, ours is the power. Now is the time, now is the hour. Ours is the magic, ours is the power. Now is the time, now is the hour. Ours is the magic, ours is the power.”

We chanted faster and I could feel a breeze lifting our hair from our shoulders. It was as if the room was spinning, we continued:

“I am one with the earth, my body. I am one air, my breath. I am one with the fire, my spirit. I am one with the water, my blood. I am one with the spirit, my soul. Goddess will bring protection, strength, affection. Any evil in this place, will never see fear upon my face. I am one within the Goddess, protector of all. I am one with the God, father of the weak. I am one with the moon, shining down in the darkest hour. I am one with the sun, energy warmth and desire!”

The room shook, and we opened our eyes, clinging onto each other. I let out a sigh of relief, it worked.

The candles and incense blew out. The room was glowing, and we were safe. I was finally reassured that we were going to be okay.