THE INITIATION

[sidhe_faerie]

THE INITIATION

Summary: THIS IS BASED ON MY OWN EXPERIENCE.

THE INITIATION

Her music was not allowed in the house he said, so out to the rock in the corner of the low field she went. This was her refuge. This great big rock in the corner of the field was a sanctuary for her. This is where she felt at peace. At this time of her life there were few places she felt at peace.

She was still a teenager but already she knew that she wasn’t like them. She was different. She knew things before they happened. She could hear what others thought. She could feel the earth, smell the water and hear the whispers on the wind. They called her evil and full of the devil but she knew that she was a witch, like the grandmother several generations before that no one would talk about. Grandmother Hulda was evil too, they said.

In her family, she was an outcast. She was hated and envied at the same time. They hated that she existed but wished they could be her. They frequently made their hatred known as long as he didn’t catch them doing it. He knew that she carried the blood. It came from him and his Grandmother. He carried it too but said not a word of his own powers. .    

She walked out thru the field to the rock carrying a cup of tea. The rock overlooked the stream and it was open to the air but also protected by three trees; a pine, an oak and a dogwood.

She sat on the rock and started to sing. First she sang the old spirituals she had learned in chorus class and then after she sang all of those. She sang an old song she learned from a new friend.

It always seemed that the birds stopped to listen to this song like it was magick. It was real true magick that only the birds could feel. The notes moved up and down and seemed to have a unique pattern like nothing else she had ever sung before. She rocked back and forth on the rock slowly as she sang each note of the song soft and clear. She sighed and poured out the rest of the tea left in her cup. She sang the song again this time louder and th
 en she sat watching the stream below.

There was a noise suddenly right beside her. She turned and looked eye to eye with a large old buck. She knew he was the one that had survived many hunting seasons and left the deepest largest tracks. She had heard of him. He was huge with a large set of antlers full of points. She sat still. He stood still. His dark nose on the very grey muzzle twitched. He snorted and then barked. Deer have a very curious bark. He seemed to be trying to tell her something.

She jumped to her feet and ran back to the house not by the path but thru the woods. She was stunned. Never had she expected a buck to walk up to her.

She told him. He looked at her in disbelief at first but the look soon changed to wonder. This little girl, his little girl, had done something that he could not. She did it because, unlike him, she did not reject her powers. She had embraced them.    

What had just happened? She would not understand for many
  years. That is not until she saw a picture in a book on Wicca. Then she realized it was Him. Cerrunnos, the horned god of the forest had come to her. He heard the song; she had made an offering of the tea in a sacred grove of three trees where all the elements converged. Her first magick was unintentional on that day. Later she would realize he was welcoming her to the path she was destined for. THE PATH OF WICCA