Blood of the Pure (Gaea) by Sophia CarPerSanti Read Free Book Online

Guardians of the Elements. After the Guardian of the West, of the Element Water, came the Guardian of the South, of the Element Fire, which I honored with my candle. Next came East, of the Element Air, to which I offered some of my own breath. And last came the Guardian of the North, of the Element Earth, to which I gave a handful of dirt stolen from my potted plant.
    “So may it be,” I read again and knelt, placing my hands over my chest like the recipe indicated. “I walk towards the darkness and lose all sense of materialness. I’m not blood, I’m not flesh, I’m not bones. I’m pure intuition, conscience and will. Around me I hear mountains rising and stones falling. I would recoil to protect myself but I do not have a body. I’m pure Soul, white light amongst the darkness of the universe.”
    I stood up again and, always facing north and the head of my pentagram, gave five small steps backwards so I wouldn’t step out of the Circle. I knelt again and flipped through the pages back to my love spell.
    The Circle where I stood should have the ability to protect me from the outside negative energies, and intensify my own inner energy, or so the book said. I placed the kitchen knife next to me and took a deep breath. The book said something about how to clean and consecrate the knife, but I jumped over that part. The purification process would take several days, including nights under the moonlight and some special herbs. I quickly read over the spell once more, making sure I had everything I needed, and focused on reading the magic words:
    “Yog-Sothoth, Master of Dimensions, through you I now enter the World of Magic. To you, the one without face or features, I ask you to guide me through the night of your creation, so that I may contemplate the bonds that unite the Angels and the promise of the fulfillment of my will.”
    I read, proceeding with the naming of the Nine Angels, creators of the secret worlds. When it was over I silently read the text that, in a different color, instructed what I had to do next. Holding my kitchen knife I pressed the point against my index finger and winced when the blade broke my skin. I squeezed my finger until a droplet of blood was formed and went back to the book for some more reading.
    “With no blood, with no flesh, with no bones, listen to the voice of my Soul. That this bridge, between my life and I, may echo my will, so that it may be heard and fulfilled,” I claimed and frowned as I tried to decipher what had been written next. Inside the pentagram I drew the sign of the infinite with my bloodied finger and tried to read the next phrase without tangling my tongue. “ I’a k’nark ... Ishanyx ... kyr’w ... qu’ra ... cylth ... drehm’n ... El-ak. ”
    As soon as I pronounced the last syllable, the five symbols I had drawn in between the two circles came alight, shining incandescently. As I looked completely stunned at what was happening right before my eyes, they exploded, throwing sea salt everywhere, almost as if the light had been too intense to be contained within the symbols. A windstorm took over my room like someone opened the windows to allow a cyclone in. I heard the book pages rustle as they were thrown from one side to another and the sound of the candle holder as it fell. Trying to make sense of everything, I shielded my eyes with one hand and looked towards the window that, to my disbelief, was still firmly shut. The strong wind destroyed the rest of the Circle and blew away all the papers on my desk. The bag with the new jersey Steph had forced me to buy fell on the ground. The roar all around was so strong I thought I would end up deaf, which meant it was no use screaming for help. And the speed of the whirlwind around me made it difficult to breathe. Above all, I was so shocked with what my eyes were seeing I couldn’t even think.
    I raised my eyes to the origin of the windstorm and blinked twice to make sure of what was ... or wasn’t occurring.