The Morrigan sows and reaps at will The Morrigan stands behind your skill The Morrigan shows your shifting face and The Morrigan knows your time and place The Morrigan chooses when to rise The Morrigan views without her eyes The Morrigan sees with another sight and The Morrigan dreams old dreams of flight ~ The Morrigan, Heather Dale

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Seemingly in the middle of nowhere, the Goddess constructed her needs in the middle of a meadow. Surrounding the open space was the treeline that lead into the expanse of forest. Centered, and wide open for what was to come.

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Encircling the matron Druid, were four soul points; Water to the North, Air to the East, Fire to the South, and Earth to the West. Each with their own colored candle to mark their place.

Air; a homemade candle the color of a morning sunrise containing flowers freshly picked at the time of the making, each with a heady floral fragrance that would send just about anyone into a natural state of calmness.

Water; a candle the shade of a Mediterranean water contained a mixture of water lilies and gardenia. Gentle, soothing, musky yet sweet to smell when burned.

Earth; a candle resembling the green of lively plants imbued with the faintest of patchouli oils. Intoxicating, strong yet sweet.

Fire; a candle like a lick of a flame on it's own holding the pedals of Bougainvillea and pepper, giving the air the faintest scent of hot honeysuckle from the flower and the spice of the latter.

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In an earthly gown of spun silk, the Goddess was knelt in the center of the invisible circle. She cared not for the drawn pentagram, the variations that had diminished over time and it's meaning having been picked apart and scattered to the wind. Associated with demonic sigils and forbidden crafts, she wanted nothing to do with it any longer. However, she didn't need it. In tune with the elements with every fiber of her soul, she could call upon each with a hushed whisper that was inaudible to the ear.

One by one, she called upon the elements as she lit each flame with an elongated black match cradled between her pale fingers.

Resting back on bare feet, she leaned forward to press the lit match to the wick of Water as it sprang to life. The musky scent of gardenia enveloped her like a living being's embrace, tickling her senses and cradled her with the gentlest of touches.

"I call upon the Element of Purity. I ask your loving embrace to wash me, cleanse me of toxins and purify me. I ask of your soothing and healing powers to aide me in my conquest of meditation and foresight."

Her voice was a gentle calm, a hushed whisper as she called to the element. Mere moments later, it's response was a mist of rain. Barely a drizzle that stuck to the obsidian curtain of her hair as she let her eyes fall shut and tilted her head back. A sense of calm washed over her with every pigment sized droplet that collected on the dramatic angled of her face. And yet, the flame of the candle remained unharmed against the water that threatened it, not touching the source of which she made her calling. She could almost taste the purification of the rain, the healing as her flesh began to almost glisten with more than rain. She felt the youngest she'd felt in centuries.

Cupping her hand against the lit match in her hand, she shifted in her position to allow her knees to be pointed to the West, addressing Earth. Lighting the lively candle as she had the last, her voice shifted while the drizzling rain continued to fall and stick to her flesh, her dress, her hair.

"I call upon the Element of Foundation and Growth. I ask of your knowledge, your wisdom to see me through my own growth in the coming times as I prosper. To give me strength and stabilize me as I follow my next path. To ground me and instill your life through me to do your will."

The pungent scents of soil and fresh leaves wrapped around her, sparking her senses of touch as the hairs on her arms rose and cause bumps to ripple over her flesh. It was a pleasant touch, like a brushing of a feather over her body as she took in a revitalizing breath. Vitality, energy, all things the living Earth possesses encompassed her, to the point that she could nearly wrap herself in it like a living blanket.

The more elements she called upon, the more they responded. With the drizzling ever continuing, the flames of the candles remaining unharmed from their threat, pale storm clouds began to roll in above her. What some might consider an omen, the woman only accepted it as the element's response to her incantations and summoning.

Moving on to the South, she addressed Fire. The wick lit as the last two had been, her shift in position all the same with the new element being called upon.

"I call upon the Element of Power, both creative and destructive. I ask of your aid in motivating me, to connect my will power and drive. To watch over my return and allow me to not lose sight of my plans, to not fall into old habits. I ask of your rebirth. To allow those that my path destroys to become refreshed and renewed in the cycle."

Rolling thunder like the clashing of boulders clambered above her, the flickering of lightning above that forged gunshots through the air, lighting the meadow around her. Though the drizzle of the rain coming steadily was cool, the space surrounding her knelt body was warm. Even in the night, clarity came forth upon her sight, making every droplet of rain into something else altogether. Every shift of leaf in the trees in her view, she could see it all.

The sting of scents from the candle hit her head on, but it was a welcome scent that mixed with those existing and added spice to the sweetness and the musk of Earth. Overwhelming to some, it was a mixture that Morr"gan delved into headfirst and let it filled her completely, cleansing and reviving her to her true self.

To the East she shifted her knees, flame to wick as the ones before, she addressed Air.

"I call upon the Element of Communication and Intelligence. I ask of your inspiration for my return to the Worlds, of your instruction of foresight and to bestow upon me the freedom of flight to carry on my will. To carry my whispers to the lost, the ones seeking the Path. I embark on your power of Divination, to see my path ahead of me with clarity. Lastly, I call upon your closure of this circle, to hold the power within and give me protection."

The caress of breeze wafted through her damp locks, bowing the trees surrounding the area and flickered the flames of the candles yet did not extinguish them. Leaving them unharmed in the same fashion that the constant drizzle of rain continued to. The smells of each candle grew stronger with the closure of the circle, hitting her senses in an intoxicating aroma that sent her into a pleasant haze of clarity. Not only did she feel the wind surrounding her, but she felt it move through her, centering each Element called upon before it as they swarmed.

Standing to bare feet in the damp grass, she lifted the white candle accompanying her in the center of the circle. It was that candle that came last, as always. Holding it outward, she lit the wick ablaze and blew the match out with a soft breath of air from her lungs. Bending to let the match rest upon the Earth, she straightened and cradled the simple white candle with no scents attached to it.

Her voice, now holding the power, the clarity, the strength, and the gentle calmness of each Element called before, it echoed through the meadow.

"I call upon the Spirits, both living and dead. Of the spirits of the Earth, the living creatures embarked on this land and the Spirits of the Air, the Fire, the Water. I call for your potential, to aid in my balance. To continue neutrality and to call upon your knowledge of Divinity. The past, present, and future. Strengthen my Sight as I call unto you, encompass my being and feed it to the Knowledge."

As she called to the final Element, her head snapped back as lightning crackled through the air around her in the eye of the storm. Wind swarmed and caused her hair to assault the space around her, whipping like tendrils. Eyes that had closed some time before without knowledge or memory of doing so snapped wide, void of all color as iridescent whites saw nothing, then everything. What has come to pass, what hasn't. Prophecy in perfect clarity, in it's purest form opened her mind's eye with brutal force.

And just as quickly as it had come on; the storm, the Sight, it calmed. The clattering of lightning, the booming of thunder, silenced. The rained slowed, then halted. The dark clouds that had consumed the sky above rolled away like smoke on the horizon.

Those luminous eyes closed, her head tilting forward yet exhaustion never came. Instead, she felt revitalized as if awoken from a long, resting slumber. One by one, in order, the flames of the candles extinguished on their own as her hushed lullaby spoke to each. "I thank you for your assistance in this circle; The Spirits, Air, Fire, Earth, and Water."

When her eyelids fluttered open once more, she stood in the midst of the dark night, her bottomless pit of eyes taking in the renewed sensory of her surroundings. Bow-shaped lips spread wide in a smile, laughter rolling through her chest. "Morr"gan is back, my loves." Uncertain of whom she was speaking to, it didn't matter. They were listening.

* * * * * * (Though research was done for this post, I purposely put some things out of order than they should be done, like order of incantation. I'm not going to give y'all a recipe for spells, man. Just pointing that out. Also, the quote taken at the beginning is from the ever lovely Heather Dale. The song can be found here. Check her out, she writes beautiful music.)