Red Solstice (Alfheim Book 1) by Unknown Read Free Book Online

create the sustenance it needs from its surroundings.  It would seem that quite a few of the Tibetan and Hindu practitioners also equate this prana or 'life force' with Qi and the fact that it still seems to have a place in what are both religious and secular practices today must mean it has managed to prove itself either useful or holding more of the truth than is immediately apparent to our western mind sets.
     
    I cannot remember a time when I was not writing down lyrics or rather small poems that were not very good in retrospect, but I know I have got a lot better with age and some of my latest stuff Benjamin has been kind enough to set to music.  He can do the really hard bit better than I could ever hope to.  What I know about poetry and lyrics  is they need to evoke feelings without being perhaps straight forward, so that you can take the feeling from inside yourself and apply it to the picture created by the words.  Also evoking is a very close word to invoking which is what a spell should do, so spell or geas I feel if you have the ability to push this over into the lyrics,  I can see how a geas can be formed from a song because the lyrics can be tailored to what the adept needs to do.  This then  can be connected back with the correct sounds to push it forward and make it happen, and some songs lend themselves to this as if their music was purposefully written to enthral.   So by bending these to a different set of lyrics and having the knack of delivering them to the correct target it should be possible to create almost anything that you need.                                                                               For a special geas you could write the words of your intent as song lyrics,  but be very precise.  Then if you set it to music or subvert  an already produced  piece of music it should be possible to even link words to the notes of the chakras to enhance this.
     
    It was very late by the time we had finished looking at the papers and trying to place them into some order.  I do not even know if any of this is the correct way it just feels as if it might be the best I can do in the small amount of time that I have.  It is the one thing that I have some knowledge of and maybe that added to the small portion of magic that seems to be mine, will be the best defence for me.  I would like an offensive weapon too but that will have to be a reliance on the martial arts skills that I barely have.   And maybe general trickery if that counts.  I am exhausted, as I suspect is Hilda, even though she tries to hide it.  In fact it is she who finally says that we should call it a day and she has my instant agreement on that subject.  I will go through all these notes again over the next few days when my head has caught up with it all.
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
    Sunday 18 th
     
     
    It was late on Sunday morning and Aylsa was not yet up, which was hardly surprising considering the time she actually came home.    I had joined Hilda in the kitchen and we were now having some coffee and thick buttered scones that we had baked together, earlier.  I was beginning to enjoy this domestic touch as it reminded me of being with my mother, which also prodded me to ask her about her experiences of Alfheim.  She seemed happy to reminisce.
    “A long time ago, a really long time ago,” she laughed “When I was a young girl not much older than you are now, I was working in my families herb garden.  I had a way with herbs and could make ointments and possets for healing.  This helped us when times were hard to live a better life than some of my contemporaries.  I was not very worldly, not like you young things are now days.”
    I looked at her closely.  She had similar dark blonde hair to her niece and very attractive blue eyes, which I rather envied as mine had always seemed to me a watery shade of green.  There was