Enchanted Reservation

[Amorentia]

PeniPOV

 

The best place for us to be for this spell casting was next to sacred St. James Island. There I got permission for our group to watch from the beach. It surprised me that Marcus wanted to lend his wand to the Ancient ritual. Of all of the times to make me break out a sweat with how sexy my husband was, that was not the time. Never-the-less, I broke a sweat as John and I worked to teach him the pronunciation of the intricate incantation. Watching his mouth form the words that were his heritage - the complex word of our language - made me weak in the knees.

 

John and Kara helped me to guide our group through the personal cleansing ritual. We settled everyone at a good spot on the beach as all the Sorcerer's met. For this one night each month all able bodied Quileute Sorcerer's apparated here to help cast the spell of protection over La Push. I kissed my parents and and Grandparents before we all went to take our places. All wanded spread out over equal distances to surround the entire border of out land. Since it was Marcus's first time he stood with me.

 

"Hold on very tight to your wand," I told him. "It's a very powerful spell."

 

 

 

Into the quiet of the night from St. James Island the drums, flute, and rattle began to play as the Shaman spoke a prayer:

 

*O our Father, the Sky, hear us
and make us strong.

O our Mother the Earth, hear us
and give us support.

O Spirit of the East,
send us your Wisdom.

O Spirit of the South,
may we tread your path of life.

O Spirit of the West,
may we always be ready for the long journey.

O Spirit of the North, purify us
with your cleansing winds.

Sacred Dancers began to sway to the beat as all of us wanded began speaking the Ancient Incantation. Singers from the Island sang in the power of Great Spirit, our Ancestors, the elements, and directions. A soft glow of energy arose from the Sacred Island.

With wands raise we drew the glow to us where it blended with our own magical power driven by our chants to strengthed the light turning it into a powerful force we were to send through the land. Once built to full strength, it would fully cover the entire Reservation and all who dwell inside from Dark Magic and other foe.  

With each of our individual magic lending to the force, colors burst forth into the glow turning it from a white to a multitude of bright Aurora Borialis like lights. Springing forth through the colorful current of magic were a multitude of Power Animals that transported the protection in every direction. 

 

 

A rushing sound of wind accompanied the progression of the enchantment carrying the drums, chanting, and singing to echo through the night. The spirit animals leap, ran, and swam through the sky inside of the magic rainbow of color. With it came a  warm invisible breeze of energy that blew over everyone like hugs to from the Great Beyond to all of our Tribal children.  

 

Behind me I could hear my own children's voices in awe of the enchantment. My sweet Bliss was squealing. Holding firm to my wand, continuing the incantation, I glanced at Marcus seeing him grasping his wand with both hands. Amazement shown in every handsome curve of his face as his own totem, the Salmon, mirrored in his blue eyes as it swam through the sky. It was the most beautiful I'd ever seen my husband.  Inside me I could feel our four children moving almost to the rhythm as if they too could feel the powerful force.

 

As the spell connected from every direction, piercing howls rose from our Shapeshifting Wolf Pack. In response a chorus of other animals all lended sound to the magic of the night. When all magic became one, the pull from our wands loosened. The Power Animals danced within the mystical lights while the Shaman lifted the closing prayer:

 

*We return thanks to our mother, the earth, which sustains us.

 

We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water.

 

We return thanks to all herbs which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.

 

We return thanks to the ancestors for the Magic they empower us with.

 

We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us their light when the sun was gone.

 

We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye.

 

Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in Whom is embodied all goodness, and Who directs all things for the good of Her children.

 

As he spoke the last words our wands released from the spell still alive with color and movement in the sky.

 

Smiling at each other Marcus and I embraced as I teased with a laugh, "Quileute Magic is uber cool, huh."  

 

He leaned down to kiss my neck with a eye still on the sky, "It's amazing." Pushing a piece of hair from my face he licked his lips lightly adding with a half smile, "And some how very sexy."

 

"I cannot tell you how much I agree." I leaned up giving him a kiss. My heart filled with more love after us sharing more of our heritage together.  "And how very lucky we are Grandpa John is taking the children so we can enjoy the magic of the night."

 

Pulling me so that our bodies molded together, my husband made me tingle all over when he said, "This kind of magic I don't need you to teach me."

 

The kids and rest of the family joined us on the beach as we watched the visible effects of the enchantment linger to fade a bit at a time until all that was left was a blanket of stars in the darkness of night. Though the colors and animal were  unseen, the protection remained holding strong over all of us till all the Witched and Wizards of our Tribe reconvened to renew it next month at this same time.

 

Peni Clearwater Flint and all Quileute characters written by Amorentia. Marcus Flint written by shtteredprncess.

 

 

Specific information online on the rites, rituals, songs, and dances of the Quileute Nation are limited. With respect for all First Nation Tribes and people, as well as their unique differences, I borrowed from other Tribal Traditions for this journal *Iroquois Prayer, adapted *Sioux prayer. Music is Apache.

 

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[MagicalMinxes]

Oct. 16, 2009 at 11:48 AM

Read Marcus's Beach Football Game before this HERE