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{{TplDistantRealityChapter|title=Chapter 18|chapter text=Words are but sounds to the ear, wave fronts that make a passage through the ether. But thoughts, they are different. Thoughts may travel or stand still. Even thoughts as old as time may be just that, as old as time and thus mean nothing at all. Be careful what you invoke. Tread lightly into a dark room you’ve never been in before – something may bite you and you can’t remember where the door is. 
 
Chapter 18 
 
The group had assembled at the entryway to the chamber. All were clothed except for Loggar and Sean. 
Sean’s face was beet-red from embarrassment. Earlier, most of the men slapped him on the shoulder and said, “not to worry, you’ll get used to it. Nice body though. I looked like that once – three decades ago. You’ll be fine.” With all their words of encouragement and praises, Sean felt uneasy. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. Was it because he was naked? Or was it because too much depended on him? Loggar told him that he and she would be ‘drawing down the Moon.’ She would then charge the Circle, and drawing down the Sun would proceed.’ 
Loggar stepped up behind Sean and whispered lovingly in his ear. “Sean, my beloved. I am ready. Are you?” 
Sean turned and looked at all the faces staring at him. He caught Robin’s eyes. She stayed somewhere toward the back. Her role in this would be very minor. Herb had a robe on, as all the rest, but his was a size too small. 
Loggar kissed Sean on the ear, then the side of his forehead. 
Sean looked into her eyes. He saw the same eyes he fell in love with, what several weeks ago? But these eyes were somehow a little different. Still her eyes and yet not her eyes. He stared into the chamber. The statue stood motionless in the middle of the room. It seemed to taunt him into awakening it, almost daring him. ‘This,’ Sean thought, ‘is not such a good idea.’ He was not going to turn them down, of course. He had disappointed a lot of folks in the last few years. Maybe this was his chance to make up for it. The statue stood there, with its blank bland face. He turned back to Loggar and the group. Randals was off to the right. He had a particularly determined expression on his face. “I’m ready.” Sean said out loud. 
The group collectively took a deep breath and relaxed. 
“Then let us begin.” 
Two men, dressed in brown robes, walked up with an altar. It was waist high and had a large bowl sunken halfway into the altar’s tabletop. Several hand-made athames were on it. Sean was to pick the athame that had a deer’s foot for the handle and a long narrow iron blade. They lit the candles and walked away. Loggar drew an imaginary circle around the receiving room to the main chamber. She stood in front of the table with her backside exposed to the main room. Sean knelt in front of her and gave Loggar the five-fold Kiss. 
Sean said, “Blessed be thy feet, that have brought thee in these ways.” He kissed her on the right foot and then the left. Loggar spread her arms and stood with feet apart. She held the scourge and her athame. 
“Blessed be thy knees, that shall kneel at the sacred altar.” He kissed her right knee, then her left. “Blessed be thy womb, without which we would not be.” He kissed just above her pubic hair. He was too nervous to enjoy his position. “Blessed be thy breasts, formed in beauty.” He kissed the right breast, then the left. They quivered slightly from each kiss. “Blessed be thy lip, that shall utter the Sacred Names.” Sean stood up and embraced her, kissing her lips in the process. He knelt again and using his right forefinger touched Loggar on her right breast, then her left breast, then just at the baseline of her pubic hair. 
He did this twice finishing with a touch to her right breast. 
Loggar spoke, “I invoke thee and call upon thee Mighty Mother of us all bringer of all fruitfulness; by seed and root, by stem and bud, by leaf and flower and fruit do I invoke thee to descend upon the body of this thy servant and priestess.” 
Sean spread his arms outward and then downward “Hail I say! From the past Horn pour forth thy supply of love, I lowly bend before thee, I adore thee to the end, with loving sacrifice thy shrine adorn, thy foot is to my lip,” he kissed Loggar’s foot, “my prayer up borne upon the rising incense-smoke; then spend thine ancient love, O Mighty One descend to aid me, who without the aid am forlorn.” Sean stood up and took a step backwards. 
Loggar drew the invoking Pentagram of Earth in the air in front of Sean and said, “Of the Mother and divine mine the scourge, and mine the kiss; the five-point star of love and bliss here I charge you, in this sign.” 
Sean and Loggar faced each other. 
Sean swallowed hard. Little sweat beads ran down his forehead. 
Loggar’s face was blank and still. 
Sean said, “Listen to the words of the Great Mother; she who of the old was also called among men.” 
Loggar still facing Sean with a look that began to unnerve him, said, “Whenever ye have need of anything, once in the month, and better it be when the moon is full, then shall ye assemble in some secret place and adore the spirit of me who am Queen of all witches. . .” she went on several minutes and finished with “. . . I am the gracious Goddess, who gives the gift of joy unto the heart of man. Upon earth, I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal and beyond death. I give peace and freedom, and reunion with those who have gone before. Nor do I demand sacrifice, for behold. I am the Mother of all living, and my love is poured out upon the earth.” 
Sean took a breath and said, “Hear ye the words of the Star Goddess; she in the dust of whose feet are the hosts of heaven, and whose body encircles the universe.” 
“I who am the beauty of the green earth.” Loggar said, “and the white Moon among the Stars, and the mystery of the waters, and desire of the heart of man, call unto thy soul. Arise.” 
The assembled group stood up. 
Randals rocked back and forth on his heels. He seemed to be swept up in some dream-like vision and feeling. 
Loggar continued, “Come unto me, for I am the soul of nature, who gives life to the universe. From me all things proceed, and unto me all things must return; and before my face, beloved of Gods and of men, let thine innermost divine self be enfolded in the rapture of the infinite. . .” 
Sean raised his arms wide; he was swept up in the moment. He felt alive and young and new and energized. He spoke with confidence and half believed he had power. He started in a low tone and finished loud and with energy behind his voice. “Bagahi laca bachahe’. Lamac cahi achabahe’, Karrelyos, lamac lamac bachalyos. Cabahgi sabalyos, baryolas, lagozatha cabyolas, samahac et famyolas, harrahya!”
Loggar and the group responded with, “Harrahya!” The sound resonated around the entryway. 
Sean and Loggar faced the altar with their arms raised in the Homed God salute, fists clenched with palms forward and index and pinky fingers pointing upward. 
Sean said, “Great God, return to earth again! Come at my call and show thyself to men. Shepherd of Goats, upon the wild hill’s way, Lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day. Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night - Men seek for them whose eyes have lost the light. Open the door, the door that hath no key, the door of dreams, whereby men come to thee Shepherd of Goats, O answer unto me!” 
Loggar’s heartbeat increased. Sean recited the passage with more passion than any male member of decades with Most High ever did. She chanced a glimpse at the assembled members. She saw on some of them that this was it that Sean was going to do it. It alarmed her but she drank in his energy and it was wonderful. 
Sean and Loggar moved closer to each other, rubbing shoulders. In unison they shouted over the humming sound of the group. “Akhera goiti!” They lowered their hands. “Akhera beitji!” They shouted. 
The group formed a circle, facing each other, with man and woman alternating as far as possible, and linked hands. 
They chanted the Witches - Rune together. Sean was swept into a delusional sense of reality. He felt light headed and started panting. The hum started out softly and increased to a sound that seemed to shake the walls with its illusionary energy. 
“Eko, Eko, Azarak, Eko, Eko. Zomelak!” They shouted. “Eko, Eko, Cernunnos, Eko, Eko, Aradia!” They shouted louder. 
Time seemed to blur as they chanted over and over again. And when they reached a point that Sean believed they could yell no further Loggar shouted, “Down!” 
They all sat still facing inward. 
Sean was covered in sweat. His eyes stung. He blinked hard several times in an attempt to produce tears. He wiped his eyes with the back of this hand. ‘Bedamn the group if they thought ill of him for lacking the discipline to endure the stinging.’ He thought. 
Loggar stood up and offered a hand to Sean. 
He grabbed it and hoisted himself up. He stood with his back to the Altar and clenched his deer-footed athame. He placed it in his right hand and lifted it up to his left breast. The point was upward. 
Loggar faced him and gave Sean the five-fold kiss. Afterward, she knelt and invoked, “Deep calls on height, the Goddess on the God, on him who is the flame that quickens her; that he and she may seize the silver reins and ride as one the twin-horsed chariot. Let the hammer strike the anvil, let the lightning touch the earth, let the lance ensoul the Grail-let the magic come to birth.” She touched her right forefinger to Sean’s throat, left hip, and right breast, left breast, right hip, and then the throat again. 
Sean followed her touch and remembered she was ‘Invoking the Pentagram of Fire’ Loggar spread her hands outward, palms forward and said, “In her name do I invoke thee. Mighty Father of us all, come in answer to my call! Descend, I pray thee, in thy servant and priest.” She stepped back. 
The group rose. 
Sean made the Invoking Pentagram of Fire towards Loggar with his athame. He turned to face the chamber. With sweating palms he grasped the athame with both hands and invoked the “Pentagram of Fire” at the statue. He took a step into the chamber and yelled, “Let there be Light!” 

 
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