Piece/Quiet.

A few weeks ago I bought a healing crystal off the internet. And I admit, ever since I got it in the mail I have been wearing it like I have had it my whole life. I'm not sure what it is but ever since I have started wearing this crystal I have felt different. Being the curiously person I am, I consulted the catalogue at the local library and found a book - Wicca.

And from what I read, Wicca is kind of like witchcraft. To be precise, it is witchcraft. Needless to say, the book grew on me like a vine (in a good way) and to such an extent I am going to blog about it xD.

To start, the whole stereotypical thing about witchcraft is far from right. Of course, we all see the stereotype as something dark and evil; the whole casting spells and curses and hexing people. And this is true to an extent. Like a lot of things in the big bad world Wicca has been divided into Black and White. Black Wicca is similar to what I described above and White Wicca is the art of healing through spells and enchantments and whatnot.

As you can see I'm not very good with the whole Wicca thing yet and the book I read helped to develop a foundation for my understanding of what was classified as philosophy under the Dewey System. So far I have learned how rituals are performed, who does them and their effect. And there are oh so many.

However, back-tracking up a few paragraphs the reason I got this book was because I wanted to read about crystals and their characteristics. I knew my crystal was quartz and it turns out that quartz is a crystal that every crystal owner should have. The crystal or point pendent is cut precisely and at the end of the crystal all the sides come together at a point. This represents the harmony (I couldn't think of a better word) of the elements - earth, water, fire, wind and spirit.

And from this it has been suggested that a person wearing it will be presented with emotional stability and it may be used to cleanse an are where Wicca is performed. Incredible; I thought. So I kept reading.

And that is pretty much what I am up to.

And yeah, I'm working on a story at the moment about a girl who moves from New Zealand the to a country in the Northern Hemisphere - maybe The States or Canada by herself. The intro is below.

A tint of blue of a polished shade of grey rushed in my ear and out the other. The ground shook a little and a stream of crisp, golden air flooded my senses, causing my hair to flutter unnaturally in one direction.

I looked up at the giant clock on the platform; quarter to seven. Must have been the non-stop service that goes from Harrison Bay to out of town. It's mid-winter at the moment, there is only a matter of time before the snow starts to fall. I won't be able to leave the house because all of the doors and windows would have super-glued shut and the only source of heat would be that of the small fireplace in the living room.

Everything still seems so foreign. Back at home we didn't have subway stations and I had never seen snow before. The thought was frightening. If I were home it would be Summer; there would be a barbecue, birds chattering away in the large palm tree next door as the sun went down, family, friends. But here. Nothing.

Everyone was busy; all the time. No one on the streets would wave or say hi. If you didn't walk fast enough you would get bumped into and the back of your shoes would get stepped on.

Six fifty eight. Two more minutes.

[And yes I know, it doesn't really flow or anything at the moment because I was speed-writing it on paper and I haven't had the chance to edit it or anything.]

Save/Me.

I know you don't think that I am trying. I know you’re wearing thin down to the core. But. It’s just so cold in the mornings. The layers of clothing and the dark denim jeans were only a desperate attempt to keep me warm. And though they did, inside I felt like the snow falling gently outside these walls. I was confined, chained to thoughts. My eyes felt heavy as they squinted at the bright light of my cellphone. Quarter to six.

Tell me again, why am I awake? Why must I do this without meaning; without reason. I closed my eyes again. I might as well be dead. As I turned on the brightest and second brightest light in the bathroom the sudden explosion brought immediate pain to my eyes. My hands clutched at my head. I felt dizzy, confused, weak.

There was no cure.

I turned on the radio just before I leaped into the shower. That song I never liked. Perhaps the next song would be better. Nope. I hated that song because it was written for you. The steam started to gather and made it hard to breathe. I stood motionless. After dressing I forced myself to stop at the full length mirror. I didn't even care. You can never see what you look like. What you see in a mirror is just a reflection. What you see in a photograph is just colours that managed to arrange itself on glossy paper.

And you could never see yourself through someone elses eyes. I wouldn't want to anyway. The double-takes followed by muttering followed by nods and more muttering. What could they be saying? Oh, it's just one of them. Just a freak. Just a nobody.

I walk into a big white room and sit down on a plastic seat. I dared not to look up although the voice in my head was impatiently whispering - look up, look up; you'll never be able to. The feeling of hopelessness anchors my heart and sinks my soul into an ocean.

I was terrified. I knew I couldn't swim.

Fix your clothes and your hair, I told myself. So that nobody could see the sad truth of this lonely face in the crowd. Then it happened. The moment I would never forget for the rest of my life. Everything I could hope for. The moment that changed my life.

The moment I saw you.