I must confess that for this week’s prompt, I have cheated a little. I had thought that I might write something about the lump of rose quartz currently sitting on my desk…And yet, when I sat down to write, I recalled a short story I wrote a few years ago that has sat neglected, untitled and unedited since the day I penned it. So, now titled and reworked, I offer it up for this week’s Monday Inspiration – A Selection of Crystals…
‘An’ it harm none, do what you will,’ Megan ended the chant. Her heart was racing; she hadn’t realised until she had uttered the final words just how consuming this ritual was.
Although Megan had been a practising witch for many years, the ritual she had just completed was beyond anything else she had ever worked before, but not in terms of complexity. Rather it was the fact that this was the first time she had worked with another person whilst doing her Craft.
‘My skin’s tingling,’ Megan said, rubbing her hands up and down her arms in an attempt to get it to stop. It wasn’t so much that it hurt or was uncomfortable, but the sensation was unfamiliar.
‘Mine, too,’ replied James, trying not to laugh at the faces she was pulling. James had never practised the Craft alone. His chosen path meant that he preferred to operate in a setting where the male and female energies were balanced. And so, he had always been part of a coven.
‘I have never experienced anything quite like that,’ Megan said as she dropped onto the plush rug at her feet. She was exhausted and needed a moment to get herself grounded.
She knew at once what the problem was. Megan, like most witches, was extremely sensitive to energy. That was one of the reasons she preferred to work alone. But that night, she had picked up on the magickal energies of another: James.
James went and sat on the rug beside her, lost in his own thoughts. Many things had been weighing on his mind recently.
‘I don’t know how you cope working in a circle,’ Megan commented as she lay down. ‘My head’s spinning.’
Choosing his words carefully, he hoped one of his problems would soon be solved. ‘Although I’m not immune to it, you do get used to it. In fact, I don’t think you would have any trouble adapting to a coven-setting, Megan…if it was something that you wanted. Any coven would be lucky to have you. You have so much to offer and so much you can teach.’
‘Hmm…Perhaps,’ Megan said, non-committally.
That wasn’t the comment he had been hoping for. Perhaps he was being too subtle, he wondered. Maybe a more direct approach would have a better chance of success…
‘Megan, it’s time I started my own coven. I have outgrown my current one. If I stay much long I will start to upset the balance of energies in the group. It wouldn’t be fair to remain and disrupt them.’
‘That sounds like a big undertaking on your own.’
‘It is…but then, I won’t be alone…I need a High Priestess…’
There was silence for a moment. Megan was closing her eyes and her facial expression remained passive.
‘I suppose you can’t just walk into a supermarket and ask for one,’ she joked, smiling.
James took a deep breath, and then said, ‘Megan, I want you to be my High Priestess.’
The silence returned, as Megan thought about what he was asking of her. She certainly had the knowledge and experience to co-run a coven; that wasn’t the issue. Something far more practical was standing in the way. ‘I don’t think I could work with all that energy, James. I’m sorry.’
‘What if I let you into a secret?’
‘How I deal with all the energy we raise inside a circle.’
James pulled at the small bag round his neck and took something out. It was a dull, grey lump of stone.
He handed it over to Megan; it was heavier than she had expected. ‘Hematite? It’s a grounding stone.’
‘Yep. It’s my anchor, strengthening my connection to the earth, ensuring that I stay as grounded as I need to be.’
Megan inspected the stone closely, her hope rising. After all, if it worked for her like it did for James, could she really pass up such an amazing opportunity, one that might never come her way again?