At the stroke of 12, I took the wand out of its tiny little casket and held it in my hand to embrace it. The cold impersonal touch of the oak charged a rejuvenating shock in my veins, like an adrenaline rush. I had always fantacised about being a witch and now when I had the wand, I became a witch. THugh I was very hopeful about the fact that I would make it work but my rational mind told me that there was a little scope for it.
I read it in Paulo Coelho's Brida that witches in order to stabalise their vibes undertake operations in the night when their is silence all around and when they're able to concentrate properly. The process first involves dancing naked in the night, be it in your bedroom or an open garden. However it works efficeintly when you can sight the moon on a full moon night.
I chose to do it in the kitchen where it was all airy and sensuous. Oh, I could have done it the the porch but there live a bunch of boys in the next house so I tried not to attract their attention as I had something more imporatant to do then fulfil my desire and live my fantasy of being gang raped. So I went to the kitchen and opened all the windows and lighted several lavender scented candles...Then with immense sincerity I took off my
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