‘Round and ’round the circle’s edge
Imagine, for a moment, a fantasy setting. A boy dressed in a simple black robe stands in the center of his bedroom. Sewen around the waist of the robe is a frizzly gold chord that crosses in the front and dangles both knotted ends to just above his feet. The hood of the robe lays open against his back and he holds in his right hand a short silver-colored metal dagger.
Now let’s bring the image of the boy into a modern setting. The room that he stands in isn’t some cottage or the room of some stone building, but rather that of your average house. Directly to his left is a stand with three shelves on which rests a stereo and two candles, and a short distance to his right, directly below a drapped window, is a large T.V.
Behind him is a water bed but for some reason that he’s long since forgotten he has removed the soft padding that generally covers the long edge of the bed.
That particular piece, along with a long squarish pillow, now lays on the floor between him and the television.
With the CD player providing the calming sounds of Enya’s “Watermark“, the boy - obviously in his early teens - lifts the dagger’s point to his forehead and chants in a voice as low as he can manage, “Ahhh-tehhh”.
So begins the LBRP as it had on so many other nights. The pleasent sound of Enya’s music doing its best to cover the sound of the boy’s voice while the candles shared space with the radio and flickered their gentle glow into the room.
With the simple ritual completed it was now time to relax. Time would be spent in either meditation or prayer and then the boy would say the quick evening adoration, blow out the candles, and go to bed.
Sometimes something a touch out of the ordinary would happen. With a strange sense of comfort I look back on this moment and think of how simple it was compared to other experiences.
It’s a simple fact: Sometimes a magician (or would-be magician as in my case) would attract the attention of other beings. This attraction isn’t always deliberate and, contrary to what some may suggest, isn’t always the catalyst to some “magical showdown”. Quite honetly I’m glad for that. It’s the simple experiences that end up being the fondest memories.
So what was the being that visited this night? That’s a difficult question to answer. You see, not every magician, or witch, or what have you has the ability to see spirit entities. Oh, I know that it would make the story more interesting if such were the case, but sometimes we merely receive an impression.
This particular entity had a very strong presence and, though I couldn’t see it with my eyes, certain features of the visitor impressed themselves upon my thoughts.
First, it was standing just outside of the circle. I got the impression that it could literally have reached out and placed its tiny hand against the circle’s edge. In fact, the most discomforting part of the entire experience is the incredibly close proximity that it kept to my circle.
The next thing that struck me about the being, as I stood curiously looking toward it, was how short it was. This was not a being that one could measure in feet. In fact, it was not so much as half of one foot in height.
I felt the entity peering just as curiously at me as I must have been at it. Then, seconds later, I realized that it was no longer standing in front of me.
Yet I knew that it had not yet left my room so, turning slowly to my right, I looked about until I “spotted it” again.
My visitor was apparently shy. That, or it wished to play hide-and-seek. I once again sensed its location and curiously enough it had moved to hide beneath (or behind) the water bed part. Its diminutive size would have given it an advantage in my cluttered room if it wasn’t for the fact that I “felt” the being rather than saw it.
The entity and I continued our game for some time. It would always take me a few seconds to realize that it had moved, and then I would slowly turn one way or the other until I once again felt it before me. I remember that at one point it hid behind the large squarish pillow, as well.
At some point it grew tired of the game - or couldn’t find a way through the circle which it remained ever so close to - and I came to realize that I was alone in my room once again.
During the experience there were a few other traits about the entity that I received impressions of. It was light of skin color, not pale by any means but rather tanish. Also, the being’s head, though not circular, was probably more round than what someone may first imagine. It also wasn’t skinny or lanky or taunt of form or skin, though I’m uncertain of a more specific description of its build.
Once the experience was over I simply finished the night as I normally would. I’m doubtful that I performed another banishing that evening since the entity didn’t strike me as anything other than “curious”.
So I removed my robe, folded it up and tucked it back into the two plastic store bags that I hid it in, and placed my dagger where I always kept it.
Then I simply went to bed.
Good night,
~Mysk
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