Blue Moon by Isobel Bird Read Free Book Online

light.
    Then she held up her hands to the sky and said, “By East and West, by North and South, I cast this
    circle three times round. By Air and Water, Earth and Fire, I consecrate this sacred ground.”
    As she said the words she turned to each of the directions. She imagined the light in her flowing out
    through her hands, strengthening the circle as she spun slowly three times, each time seeing the circle in
    her mind grow brighter and brighter with the power of her energy and her words. After the third time she
    stopped and drew in a deep breath. She really did feel as if she were between the worlds, in a place
    where magic could flower and she could speak with whichever deity she called upon. It was a wonderful
    feeling, and she smiled to herself as she sat cross-legged on the floor in her sacred circle.
    Okay, she thought, now what do I do? She hadn’t thought much beyond casting the circle. Now she’d
    set the stage for her ritual and she had to come up with something for the main event. How exactly did
    you invoke a goddess? The book had said to call on her. Maybe it was that simple. She’d heard Sophia,
    Rowan, and other members of the covens she worked with do it before. What had they said? Suddenly it
    seemed harder than it had when someone else had been doing it.
    She decided that the easiest thing to do would be to talk to Freya as if they were friends. After all, isn’t
    that what she wanted to happen? She wanted Freya to come stay with her for a while and be her friend,
    so she might as well just invite her. She knew that while a lot of witches used elaborate invocations and
    flowery language, you didn’t have to do any of that. Sophia had told them repeatedly that the gods and
    goddesses weren’t some far-off entities hiding in remote placs. They were all around, waiting for people
    to speak to them. Annie had always liked that idea, and she herself had had several run-ins with Hecate,
    the Greek goddess of death and magic, when she was learning how to use the Tarot cards properly.
    But that had been different. Hecate had appeared to her unbidden. Annie hadn’t really called on her.
    This time she was actually asking a goddess to show up. Would she come? Or was Annie about to make
    a fool of herself? There was only one way to find out.
    Here goes nothing, she thought. She had placed a single unlit pink candle in the ring with her. Now she
    lit a match and held it to the candle’s wick, watching as it burst into flame. Gently blowing out the match,
    she laid it aside and gazed into the candle’s center. She cleared her mind and thought about what she
    wanted to say. Then she began to speak.
    “Freya,” she said aloud, her voice almost a whisper. “Goddess of love, I ask that you come to my circle
    on this special night. Join me as I sit beneath the light of the blue moon. Talk to me. Answer my
    questions.”
    She paused, looking into the flames. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what Freya would look
    like. There had been several pictures of her in the book Annie had read, and those came to mind. She
    saw Freya standing in a garden of roses. Her long golden hair fell around her shoulders and streamed
    down her back. Her skin was pink, with rosy spots on her cheeks. Around her neck was her famous
    necklace, forged from the brightest gold and sparkling with emeralds, diamonds, and rubies. She was
    beautiful.
    “Freya,” Annie called again. “Come to me. Be with me now.”
    She felt herself slipping into the semitrance state that often accompanied meditations. The room was
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    warm, and she felt secure and happy. It was easy for her to let go. Then, suddenly, in her mind Annie
    thought she heard a voice speaking. It was gentle yet firm.
    “I am here,” the voice said. “What would you ask of me?”
    Was it Freya speaking to her? Annie figured it was just her imagination. But it didn’t matter. She knew
    that the