Ever since I was a child, my head had been in the clouds. Everywhere I heard voices, whisperings, and felt the presence of invisible ones. Sometimes I would feel tiny prickling's on my cheeks as I ran through the forest. The lake would sparkle and murmur to me of ancient mysteries. My favorite maple tree would lean down on a warm day and fan me with one of its branches. I spent many afternoons communing with the Druids of that Tree.
When I turned thirteen years of age, my Mother and Grandmother came to me solemnly and with Ceremony. It is time, Child...they said...you are becoming a woman and it is time to put childish things aside. Come with us and learn our Ways...
Mother and Grandmother led me into the potting shed. I was astonished. Vats of herbs, potions and bubbling pots of strange and vile smelling liquids were all over. Vines were hanging over the walls and strange and exotic flowers were blooming from them. My eyes widened as I took in several animal claws and roots strewn about. There was a shimmer in the air that I did not understand. But my head felt clear and I felt a stirring in my heart and my hands.
Over the years, my beloved Mother and Grandmother taught me the Ways of the Wise women. I learned how to birth babies, concocting herbal remedies to ease the pain of childbirth. I learned to mutter Magickal words to encourage the crops to grow and to leave offerings to Demeter. I learned poultice-making, Divination, Scrying, the phases of the Moon and the ways of the Triple Goddess. I embraced the Tree-Spirits and danced with the Fairie-Flowers. I was happy.
Many years I studied, at the knee of Mother and Grandmother and on my twenty-first birthday, they gave me my very first Grimoire. We sat under my favorite Maple tree that was lush and pulsed with life. The smell of wildflowers intensified. The little folk danced around our feet in delight and we laughed. The sun shone upon us like a Blessing. I received it with reverence and promised to care for it always. Mother and Grandmother exchanged a look...and a strange chemistry and energy passed between them.
Mother traced a strange symbol in the air that I had never seen before. Grandmother lit her Censor and began to chant in a language I had never heard before. Both women raised their arms to the sky and began to dance in erotic rhythms that shocked me and titillated me at the same time. I began to feel warm.
"Eros...Hera...Ceres...Himeros...Aphrodite...Pan...Dionysus, come to us...be with us...embrace us, fill us," Grandmother sang and my Mother slipped her silken gown off her shoulders. I started back, because I was lost in the reverie of my own thoughts and the spell that Grandmother was weaving. Suddenly the air was heavy with lust and pulsating with want. Mother knelt before Grandmother and lifted her skirts. To my consternation, Mother buried her face in Grandmother's slit and began to tongue her bushy sex and moan. I blushed but involuntary stood frozen like a Sylph who Narcissus was trying to seduce. I felt a wetness in my flower-petals that trickled like the lake that was bubbling serenely in the sunlight.
Grandmother flung her clothes off and laid back in the downy grass as Mother lapped at her secret place. She received Mother's loving ministrations and was fondling her own mature breasts that I was staring at in wonder. My own Mother was frantically tickling my Grandmother's vaginal hole and my Grandmother was crying out in ecstasy. My Mother's robes were in a pile on the ground and she was frigging herself and rubbing her little button that I could see hardening before my eyes.
I didn't know what to do. I had never seen such goings-on and I was experiencing a feeling that I had never known. Mother reached out her hand and drew me into the comfort and sensuality of their writhing bodies. She kissed me on the lips for the first time, slipping her fragrant and velvety tongue into my mouth. Without me realizing it, Grandmother had gently slipped off my Initiate robes and was stroking my thighs and breasts tenderly and crooning to me.
