My Life
Lost Memories ~ 16 Years Old (Part II)
I walk into my dorm room and see Laura slouched over a bowl of water, gazing deeply into it. I close the door, tilt my head and stare at her, wondering exactly what it is she is trying to do. After a few minutes, she looks up at me, and there are tears in her eyes.
"I can't do it," she sobs, "I can't
scry..." I walk to her bed and put one of my hands on her shoulder.
"Now now, there there, Laura, please explain to me, what is this '
scrying'?" I ask gently. She then explains to me how it is a skill of seeing images in the substance you are looking in, it could be images of the past, present or future, sometimes it may be hard to tell which. It is like what the Gypsies in circuses do with the crystal balls. Her
explanation catches my
interest, I suddenly had a thought, perhaps, this could just be the answer for my lost past.
"Hey, Laura," I began, "I believe that you are able to
scry, I believe that you have the power to do so, it may take a long time, but I'm sure that, if you keep practicing, you would definitely succeed, just don't give up."
"I guess so... Hey, Ember, would you like to try it with me?" she asked. I nodded my head, of course I would, I wanted to know more. Laura came down from her bed and rolled up the rug sitting
in between our beds, she then motions me to sit down. She takes out candles, incense, another small bowl of water, and sand. I recognized this ritual, she was going to cast a circle, it was a part of her religion, I found it pretty cool.
Laura used chalk and drew a near-perfect circle around me, then stepped into it and closed the circle. She then proceeded to place the lit candle, the sand, water and incense, on the four compass points of the circle. She then sat opposite me, and the bowl of water sat
in between us. We sat there, holding hands, I stared straight into her
eyes, as she did mine, she started chanting, I could not catch the words she was saying, but after a couple of minutes, I felt compelled to sing, and I did. I started singing an ancient sounding song in a familiar tune, I did not know the words, but it felt so natural, so right. Laura looked at me with clear shock in her eyes, but eventually, her gaze softened and she started singing her own song as well, our voices melded together enchantingly.
Simultaneously, we transferred our gaze into the bowl of water between us, staring into its inky depths. The water swirled in the bowl, moving with each breath we took. In that instant, I swore, in the ripples, I saw an image forming from inside the blackness. I saw images of people, I could not see who, though, the image was far too much of a blur, it was as if I was looking through a thin veil of cloth, I could see only the
silhouettes and the image just could not come into full focus.
That was all I got from the session. When I looked up at Laura, her eyes were brimming with tears, I could tell what she was thinking, 'I did it! I saw something!'
That night, we met Frost and Kyle at the school cafe for
dinner. As we talked and ate, I was distracted. There was a little thought bugging me in my mind, I wanted to know what was behind that veil in the vision. And also, I couldn't forget the immense amount of excitement I felt while
scrying, I wanted to
scry again, and I wanted to do it now.
That night, I stayed awake and when Laura was in a deep slumber, I got up from my bed, told my teddy bear to stay tight, grabbed my Chalice from under one of the floorboards and tip-toed out of the room, I was heading to the place where I would definitely not be disturbed, the place I felt the most comfortable in, my
seomar.
Since I found it, I've returned here a few more times, each time bringing another item. I now have a moderately large chest here, don't ask me how I got it here, I just did. Inside it I have a couple of candles, a robe, and a rug on which I sit on. To prevent myself from catching a chill as I left my clothes back on the surface, I slipped on the robe and felt immensely warm, snug and comfortable in it. I laid out the rug on the floor, lit a few candles and lined the room with them. It looked mystifying, little flames flickering around in the dark.
I filed the Chalice with water and brought it back into my
seomar. Then I settled it down in the middle of a rug and sat down next to it, facing it. I closed my eyes, thinking of the feeling I had while I had
scried with Laura. Naturally, my lips started moving, and my
voice box started vibrating, I was singing. It was the same tune as when I had
scried with Laura, and I now realised, it was the same tune which first led me here, to my
seomar, to find my cup. My heart lifted, all negativity in my heart dissipated, I felt on top of the world, I felt as if I could fly, slowly, I opened my eyes and turned them to the water inside the Chalice.
I stared into it, I gazed hard, however, this time, I could see nothing. Not even blurred images. What did I do wrong? I assumed me and Laura were successful at
scrying because of a power coming from in me, but, as I stared into the empty darkness, I realised that it wasn't because of me after all.
"Damn it!" I shouted, I knocked the Chalice over and all the water spilt out onto my rug. "God Damn it!" I thought that this would be the answer, my answer. I thought I finally had a way to re-live my past, my past before I lost my memory, my past before the facility. "Damn it!" I said again, but this time, with less energy. My hands covered my face and I started crying. I curled up into a ball and lay on the rug, I didn't care that it was wet, I was so upset.
I don't know how long I lay there crying, but after a while, I
heard a voice, I assumed it was
Morrigan. She told me not to be a hypocrite, not to give up, she told me to pick myself up, grab the Chalice, and try again. I have my mother's blood, she said, I will be able to do it. At first, I thought, 'I don't have a mother..." but I believed and trusted in
Morrigan, after all, she left me her legacy.
I picked up the Chalice again, and to my shock and surprise, the moment my hand touched the cold metal, and
even though it was wet all over, a flame burst into light within it. I staggered back slightly, then realised, this was probably what
Morrigan meant about my mother's blood.
I placed the flaming cup on the rug and sat with it. Closing my eyes, I sang the tune again, then, feeling uplifted, I looked straight into the heart of the fire. Watching the flames dance about, I suddenly saw an image which was so
minuscule that I almost over looked it, but as I concentrated harder, the image became larger, and clearer.
It was a lady, she was wearing a dress in bright shades of yellow, orange and red, somehow, I managed to differentiate between these colours and the colours of the fire. She was young and beautiful, with a friendly face, large, orange eyes, small but sharp nose and lips to die for. Her hair was grown up until her hips, long, flowing, fiery hair. She looked so much like me, just with different colouring, and the fact that she had two large fairy wings protruding out of her back. She was looking at me, and smiling. Instinctively, my body called out to her.
"Mother..."
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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