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Back again for Friday Fictioneers! Sorry if the story is a bit sad but it has a bit of reality to it. It wasn’t what I started out to write but I guess it was what I needed to write this time. 100 words exactly.
One of My Familiars
Trying to call the quarters, my energy is as intermittent as the sight of the full moon as it disappears and reappears from the wisps of clouds. Tonight is important and the spell needs to be perfect.
I face North and call to Earth.
I face East and call to Air.
I pause and wait for a larger cloud to move past before continuing.
I face South and call to Fire.
I face West and call to Water.
Now that the circle is created I can call upon Bast. Watch over my lost feline familiar. She’s in your loving arms.
I made a minor change. The last two words (originally capable hands) didn’t feel like it fit the rest of the piece.
This one is for my little old lady, Aku. She was about 16 years old when her kidneys began to fail a few weeks ago.
I wasn’t quite sure where I wanted to go with this picture. It took a little mindless retail work to get the creative juices flowing. I hope this is different than all the other wonderful writers posting to Friday Fictioneers this week. This image was also used a couple of years ago, long before I joined the addiction. It’ll be interesting to see how this stacks up to those posts as well. No pressure, right? 😉 Oh, and photo copyright – Madison Woods
Okay. Without further ado and with hopes that I can keep up my flash fiction while also novel writing for CampNaNo, here it is.
Hide and Hide?
I was very close to losing my temper. We’d been at the exercise for almost three hours and I was no closer.
“It’s too hard. Let’s just move onto something else.”
“No, you can do this. You’re so close!”
“You said that an hour ago and I haven’t gotten any better. My blind Uncle Dave could spot me from across the street.”
“That’s not true. I could barely see facial features. One more try?”
“Okay.” I closed my eyes, harnessed energy, and visualized branches and leaves. “How’s that?”
“Umm. Maybe you’re right.”
“You have branches. And horns.”
It was the perfect spot, the one she’d seen in her dreams. The crater had every element needed for the spell. Saving the GPS coordinates, she sent the information to the group. Her sister witches would soon meet Sakura with supplies.
Everything must be set up and ready for the ritual before noon. Other groups around the globe were preparing for the same ritual to be performed at the same moment. It was the only way to begin to repair the human damage done to the environment. To fail meant certain death for all. Success only a short-termed solution.
The beauty of the different forms of Paganism is that the beliefs are open to interpretation by the individual. Disagreeing doesn’t make the believer wrong. Unfortunately, it also leaves us open to interpretations from those who don’t follow Pagan ways. The Wiccan Rede is a prime example of a belief that means one thing to the Pagans that follow it and something else entirely to many monotheistic followers. The long version of the Rede talks of ways to celebrate nature and its many cycles. Here are a few lines to illustrate:
Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane,
and the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.
When the Lady’s moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at Her peak then your heart’s desire seek.
Though most of the discussion about the Rede come from the final line, eight small words that inspire a not-so-small debate.
If it harms none, do what you will.
For many Christians, this is interpreted to mean that we have free reign to do whatever we want regardless of what others think. I recently came across an article at http://www.7162.com/essays/wiccanandchristiandoctrine.htm that at first glance, and in the interest of religious tolerance, talked of how the line compares to the Golden Rule of “do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. Though that tolerance only lasted for so long. The author came to the conclusion that where the Golden Rule was an active choice to treat others well, the Rede only says not to harm. We supposedly have no obligation to others.
“The act of merely doing whatever you please, but making sure
you don’t hurt anyone in the process, is certainly not a negative concept in itself.
But it also doesn’t spur anyone to do unselfish deeds for others.”
What this author fails to recognize is that inaction that causes harm is no different than actions that harm. If I see someone in need and know I can help, but choose to do nothing, that is harm as well. Harming none encompasses so much more than choosing not to do something harmful. Though we don’t need a rule or law to tell us this. Everyone with a compassionate heart, regardless of their faith, recognizes that we should treat everyone and everything with respect.