I had been studying the Art of Witchcraft for over ten years. I had always been fascinated by the occult and when I found "The Book of Shadow" browsing through Granny's bookshelf, I was hooked. She made it imperative for me to learn from the best teachers and not to fall back into the easier "Black Magick". Granny took me in hand and soon set me along the road to prowess.
Soon I had to move on to higher learning. Grans was getting old and found such a natural talent in me, she couldn't keep up anymore. Presenting me to her friends in the occult domain to give me a chance to absorb as much as possible. I was a learning machine, always hungry for more. I was initiated in to Voodoo, clairvoyance, spiritualism, psychic healing and more. I had tried a little of everything but no single type of Magick appealed to me, as of yet.
Granny sent me to one of her friends in Asia, Yingli Chu. Chu taught me meditation, trance and the depths of my own mind. A few months were spent with her, every moment enjoyable but I didn't feel completely comfortable in that Magick.
Then, in Europe, I spent some time experiencing my ancestor's spirituality, Celtic Magick and Druidism with the help of Cawley Russell. I took a year in Scotland to get comfortable with my Celtic roots. I had the greatest experiences there, doing rituals at sunrise in stone circles, praying and meditating on the cliffs next to the ocean. I found my place, my home and my path in my Scottish roots.
Last year I met another powerful Witch, Vicki. I was at a local bookstore and ran into her, both of us dropping our books from the shock. I picked up her books and I noticed a book on Shamanism. I was a little intrigued since I hadn't delved into Amerindian tradition yet. I asked her a few questions about it. She noticed my Element Magick books and was also intrigued about my Witchcraft. Our friendship began that day. We shared rituals, spells, books and life experiences. Together we extended our magickal horizon. I shared some of my Asian knowledge with her while she showed me the art of Shamanism.
I begged her to teach me OBE (out-of body experience) and astral projection. After repeating over and over again what were the implications, she finally agreed. Vicki knew how curious I was and that I would never throw myself into something without doing the proper research and gathering a maximum amount of information on the subject. I think that's why we got along so well. We both respected our personal limitations, the unspoken rule of magick powers and we both knew the danger of unprepared magick.
I was at her place, reading one of her dream books and sitting on her couch eating a cream cheese bagel. Vicki was getting ready to go out on a date.
"Don't you have a place of your own?" she asked, mockingly. I had spent a lot of time at her place recently.
Still concentrated on the book, without raising my head I replied: "Hey, you're the one who insisted that was taught here..." I took another bite of my bagel. "Mmmm... Vic?"
"Yes... Hey! You're going to get crumbs everywhere on the couch!" she grabbed me by the ear and pulled me into the kitchen.
"Argh! You are such a neat freak. I think I am going to try tonight..."
"Mmmm?" she distractedly muttered while brushing off the couch with her hand.
"You are not listening to me..." I insisted. She raised he head and looked at me, puzzled. "I'm going to try to control my dreams tonight."
"You think you're ready?" she asked, concerned.
"Yes, I've read everything about it and I collected all the ingredients to cast an empowering spell and..."
Vicki cut me off in the middle of my sentence to mother me once more, "Just make sure you take it step by step. You won't be able to master the astral projection right away and don't be too disappointed if your dream control doesn't work right away, either." She looked at me, put her hand on her hips and smiled. "If you feel you're ready, and I know you do, you'd better call me first thing in the morning to tell me everything!" she said, pointing a finger at me.
"Yes mom!" I laughed, "what do you say we have breakfast instead?"
She grinned. "At The Little Tea Pot?"
I agreed and left her to get ready for her date.
The Little Tea Pot was our favorite hangout, when we were both deeply mired in our books we would camp there. We'd show up for breakfast and become so involved in our books or our debate that we surprised ourselves quite often by getting out of there very late in the evening.
Later that night I purified myself with a warm bath containing myrrh oil. Sanctified and prepared, I was ready-- I started to cast my circle. First I gathered all my instruments and placed the elements towards the cardinal point that empowered them. Since I needed to enhance my psychic abilities for the night, I needed the water element to be foremost. Therefore, the best place for my chalice was to the east. Ginger incense sat south, my purple candle west and a plant north. All my elements and quarters being represented, I was ready to cast.
I invoked the Celtic Goddess and meditated, absorbing her powers. I thanked the Spirits for their help, closed my circle and then went to bed. Lying on my bed, I meditated on my goal. Slowly I drifted into slumber.
As I sank deeper, I sensed my essence being pulled out of my body. Light and free, I floated along. I looked at my hand; it was an ice-blue color, ghostly and almost transparent. I was seeing my aura! I smiled; happy my efforts had been successful.
Gently my feet touched a floor somewhere and I glanced around, trying to figure out where I was. It was dark but a ray of light coming from the window helped me see two beds each containing a man, deep in sleep. I slowly approached the first bed. A man was lying there, on his back with his face turned towards me and an arm tucked behind his head. The bed sheet covered him from the waist down.
I watched him for a moment. He looked vulnerable, yet strong. His long brown-auburn hair seemed so soft and his lips were slightly open. Breathing softly, just perfect for kissing shaking my head, I chased that thought away.
My eyes continued the exploration of his throat. I had always had something for strong necks and his was particularly stunning with a prominent Adam's apple. Mmmm... I bit my lower lip, I couldn't! Although it was a dream, my conscience was wide awake and restrained me from doing what I would normally do in a dream where I didn't have any control. He had lovely strong arms and an inviting chest. There was a thatch of thick chestnut curls down to his belly. Oh, I could just run my fingers through his chest hair! An internal struggle raged; I had the urge to touch him, to feel him but my good girl side was telling me to behave.
I glanced over to the other bed. There was a bump under the covers, showing me the other man was turned away from the first... It is a dream, right? So, if the other one wakes up it doesn't matter, right? A girl has needs too, after all.
It wasn't hard to convince myself. "What the heck!" I thought and sat next to the first man. My thumb caressed down his jaw line to his bottom lip. His beard was rough and bristly but his lips were very soft. Strong urges moved me-I needed to taste those lips! I gave him a soft, light kiss and tasted him. "Mint, must be from his toothpaste," I thought. I smelled his neck with the hint of musk and strong soap. Then and there I lost all common sense. I started kissing his neck, licking his throat. But when a soft moan came out of his mouth, I stopped, scared.
Oh, for the Goddess' sake! What was I thinking? I shook my head to clear it. It's just a dream; I'll go if he wakes up! I continued the journey with my mouth, nibbling on his earlobe, kissing down his throat again while my hand explored his chest. I gently caressed his nipple with two fingers, making him sigh but he didn't wake up. My arousal was growing, hot and feverish down below.
