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Authors: April Gutierrez
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mementos I kept that I didn’t want the world to know about.
Opening the lid, I knew exactly what I was going to withdraw from the box. Practically on top was a small metallic box covered in colorful beads. It had always been my favorite keepsake of mothers. I opened the box and found a quartz ring she always wore as well. She told me once that it was the most special piece of jewelry she owned but never explained why.
As I reached Olivia, she seemed more peaceful than I had seen her since mother passed away.
“Did you find something?” She asked me, looking down at my hands.
“Mom’s special ring.” I reached out and went to hand it to her.
“Perfect. You hold onto that, and we will do the rest together.”
As I sat down next to her, I realized that she had already drawn the necklace symbol with a white powdery substance in front of a white candle.
“You must visualize the symbol in its material form.” She began as she withdrew a wick from a container on the table. “Light the candle, pour 1 drop of the liquid wax from the candle in the center of the symbol.” She paused, lowering her head.
“Continue.” I stated, knowing she was just making sure I was still with her.
“The moment the wax hits the surface, recite these words while visualizing your mother’s pendant. “I need what I seek, give me a peek, draw my eyes, to what’s in disguise.”
“How is reciting a little poem going to find her pendant?” I asked, honestly skeptical of what she was asking me to do. The idea that lighting a candle and saying a few words would find something lost, was pretty incredible.
“If it is nearby and you do this right, the powder will rise and lead you directly to the pendant. All you have to do is believe and visualize what you seek.” Of course she would be annoyed by my questioning something she’d obviously accomplished successfully before. The sass was back in her voice and her body had all stiffened up.
What else could I do but give it a whirl. The worst that could happen is that the powder would fly out the front door and I would be discovered. I mean, it’s not like I’d be all Salem hung in the 1 st century….
Would I?
Giving Aunt Olivia one more glance I knew it was now or never. My first time at witch crafting and I wasn’t even wearing baby gloves.
I faced the table, took the wick from her and lit it from another nearby candle. As I reached over to my white candle, I tried visualizing mom’s pendant. With the image clear in my mind, I lit the white candle in front of the powder.
An odd feeling washed over me as I handed Aunt Olivia the wick. It was as if I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I would find the pendant. There was no more skepticism as I reached out to drop the wax in the center of the drawing.
The words left my mouth and my girly voice sounded firm, confident even.
As soon as I began, the powder lifted gradually into the air. It was incredible.
I didn’t dare stop reciting the words.
“Get up, follow it.” Olivia ordered softly.
Saying it over and over, the powder soared through the house until it reached a spare bedroom upstairs. Every single grain landed on top of a chest in the same exact shape it was in before it had left the table down stairs.
Olivia and I stood in front of it. The cat had definitely taken my tongue.
“It’s inside the box, Celia.” Her voice shook.
Wide eyed and a little freaked out, “What do I do, just open it up?”
Shifting her body to face me, Aunt Olivia gave me an obvious ‘WTH’ look.
“Fine, Fine, Fine, out of the frying pan and into the Fire!” I said as I reached down and lifted the lid of the chest. The powder disappeared as the lid became fully opened.
My eyes instantly located the pendant and also something I hadn’t realized I’d been searching for, a photograph of mom and I at the beach when I was a little girl.
“Well, would you look at that.” Olivia whispered to herself.
My head shook in
Opening the lid, I knew exactly what I was going to withdraw from the box. Practically on top was a small metallic box covered in colorful beads. It had always been my favorite keepsake of mothers. I opened the box and found a quartz ring she always wore as well. She told me once that it was the most special piece of jewelry she owned but never explained why.
As I reached Olivia, she seemed more peaceful than I had seen her since mother passed away.
“Did you find something?” She asked me, looking down at my hands.
“Mom’s special ring.” I reached out and went to hand it to her.
“Perfect. You hold onto that, and we will do the rest together.”
As I sat down next to her, I realized that she had already drawn the necklace symbol with a white powdery substance in front of a white candle.
“You must visualize the symbol in its material form.” She began as she withdrew a wick from a container on the table. “Light the candle, pour 1 drop of the liquid wax from the candle in the center of the symbol.” She paused, lowering her head.
“Continue.” I stated, knowing she was just making sure I was still with her.
“The moment the wax hits the surface, recite these words while visualizing your mother’s pendant. “I need what I seek, give me a peek, draw my eyes, to what’s in disguise.”
“How is reciting a little poem going to find her pendant?” I asked, honestly skeptical of what she was asking me to do. The idea that lighting a candle and saying a few words would find something lost, was pretty incredible.
“If it is nearby and you do this right, the powder will rise and lead you directly to the pendant. All you have to do is believe and visualize what you seek.” Of course she would be annoyed by my questioning something she’d obviously accomplished successfully before. The sass was back in her voice and her body had all stiffened up.
What else could I do but give it a whirl. The worst that could happen is that the powder would fly out the front door and I would be discovered. I mean, it’s not like I’d be all Salem hung in the 1 st century….
Would I?
Giving Aunt Olivia one more glance I knew it was now or never. My first time at witch crafting and I wasn’t even wearing baby gloves.
I faced the table, took the wick from her and lit it from another nearby candle. As I reached over to my white candle, I tried visualizing mom’s pendant. With the image clear in my mind, I lit the white candle in front of the powder.
An odd feeling washed over me as I handed Aunt Olivia the wick. It was as if I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I would find the pendant. There was no more skepticism as I reached out to drop the wax in the center of the drawing.
The words left my mouth and my girly voice sounded firm, confident even.
As soon as I began, the powder lifted gradually into the air. It was incredible.
I didn’t dare stop reciting the words.
“Get up, follow it.” Olivia ordered softly.
Saying it over and over, the powder soared through the house until it reached a spare bedroom upstairs. Every single grain landed on top of a chest in the same exact shape it was in before it had left the table down stairs.
Olivia and I stood in front of it. The cat had definitely taken my tongue.
“It’s inside the box, Celia.” Her voice shook.
Wide eyed and a little freaked out, “What do I do, just open it up?”
Shifting her body to face me, Aunt Olivia gave me an obvious ‘WTH’ look.
“Fine, Fine, Fine, out of the frying pan and into the Fire!” I said as I reached down and lifted the lid of the chest. The powder disappeared as the lid became fully opened.
My eyes instantly located the pendant and also something I hadn’t realized I’d been searching for, a photograph of mom and I at the beach when I was a little girl.
“Well, would you look at that.” Olivia whispered to herself.
My head shook in
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