New Life in Rianate 6 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 6

... rope of white sage. Circling and purifying the area, I recited one of the poems I remembered. “In this circle, I will be Authentic for Air. In this circle, I will be Faithful for Fire. In this circle, I will be Wise for Water. In this circle, I will be Empathetic for Earth. In this circle, I will be Sincere for Spirit.” One blow, you’re out. The power in my voice was phenomenal, something worthy of acting or to draw attention. I’d been told before I had a good voice, but I barely knew how to use it… Except for singing in the shower or singing for my great-grandmother. I sat the sage in the middle of the circle and grabbed my lighter. Already I could feel my mind being cleared, and free, like I had just aced a test I was nervous about. One more deep breath, Eris. One more is all it takes . That wasn’t real. What I just heard was my mother’s warm, caring, sweet voice. She couldn’t have sent that message to me. One more for me, U-we-tsi-a-ge-ya. Just one more . Yep, it was definitely her. “U-we-tsi-a-ge-ya” translated to “daughter” in Cherokee, and it always sounded so amazing coming from her sweet tone. One more breath was all it took. That breath brought the sound of a big bass drum in my ears. Thumping…. pounding…. bringing light to me. From my book, Ask the Passengers , I learned that it was twice as important to send my love to people I didn’t know. Or to the people I missed. And that’s exactly what I did: sent my love up to my mother as I mentally prepared myself for ...

... casting the circle and ritual. Hearing my mother sent something off in me; something poetic and like I owed her this circle. Taking one good luck breath, I crossed to the grey candle and commenced. “Soft and whispering, Air from afar, greetings be unto thee. In the name of Layla I call you to blow clear fresh and free, and I call you here to me!” I lit the wick of the grey candle and was instantly surrounded by sweet, caressing Air, tossing my hair around and even rustling the oak branches. I made my way to the red candle. “Warming and quickening Fire from afar, with the warmth that brings forth life, and in the name of Layla, I send greetings unto thee, and call you here to me!” I flicked the flame at the candlewick, and it burst into a beautiful, blazing flame. This was mom. The soft blue candle stood proud, like it was awaiting its big power. “Cool waters of lake and stream afar, I offer greetings unto thee. Flow clear and pure and swift in magical presence so that we shall see, as I call you here to me!” I touched the lighter to the wick and was shocked by the visible water, not actually touching me, but lapping around my feet. That was awesome. I sighed as I remembered the last time I lit a green candle. “Lands afar and wild places of Earth, greetings I say unto thee. Awaken from your mossy sleep to bring forth bounty and beauty and stability. In the name of Layla I call unto thee!” A fresh, rich scent of newly a mown hay field completed the air. The sound of chirping birds ...