Book Excerpt – Annointed

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Excerpt from “A Ritual State of Mind” by Michele Briere

Getting a ritual together has been a headache. Literally. We need to remember that the old rites were for the temples only, not the general public. The rituals were also a specialized act, each priest had a specific part to which they spent their lives in training and practice. Many of the priest’s functions were passed down in their family, sons taking over for fathers. What few rituals we do have are written as though the reader understood what was happening. Some ritual prayers were written for us, some were not.

The main ritual that has been left to us is the Akitu, the Babylonian New Year Ceremony.1 I have taken this rite and broken it down to a monthly New Moon rite. From the main New Year Rite to the repair of the temple roof to the re-covering of the temple drum,2 which was a major ritual that took the entire temple to complete, each rite contained a great deal of food offerings and thanks to the gods.

The ancient Middle East really didn’t have a calendar as we know it; each city-state had their own rituals which were not necessarily on the same days as other city-states listed them.3 They counted years in the reign of whatever king was currently sitting on the throne. Months were sometimes messy due to the lunar cycle, and the king had the right to order another month put in place if his advisors informed him that more time was needed before the New Year. This straightened out the sometimes uneven years. New Year was twice a year according to our calendar, at the equinoxes. Sumer had two seasons, winter and summer. At the fall equinox, Dumuzi was reborn, released from his time in the underworld. During this time, the fields were sown, the growing plants representing Dumuzi’s return and his fertility in the sheepfold and the fields. At the spring equinox, Dumuzi “died”, returned to the underworld, and his sister, Geshtinanna, was reborn. Her name means Lady of the Vine. Summer was the time of vines.

This period was altered every other year. During the public part of the Akitu, which was a long and loud parade and celebration, the images of the gods were brought into the city, after having been floated down the river on a barge. The main images were of the gods Nabu and Bel, or Marduk. This was Babylonian, so Enki can be substituted for Marduk in the Sumerian rite, although I really don’t see them as being that close in character. I honestly don’t know how the “–ologists” came up with Marduk as a fertility image.

This parade of the gods represented fertility returning to the city. While one city was replanting their fields, the other city was letting their fields rest.

The Akitu spoke very strongly to me, but it took about fifteen days to complete, and needed a full temple of priests. I have altered this ritual for modern use. I first broke down the Akitu into steps, and then I took out the steps that were no longer applicable to modern, Western times, such as removing the role of the king. It can now be used for solitary use or as a group effort. These steps are in the order of the original Akitu festival, only simplified, with repetitive actions removed.

Writing a ritual can be tricky. Rituals can be as simple as being still for a moment and acknowledging the gods in a thank you, or getting out the arts and crafts box and giving a room or yard an overhaul.

Having taken the Akitu apart and separating the outdated material from what can still be used, and keeping the remaining steps in order, I spent an hour outside in our backyard walking through the format of the rite. After scratching my head in frustration, I realized why it wasn’t quite jiving—I was using my housemate’s circle. The temple rites were done in a temple. Duh! So I drew a rectangle in the dirt at the other end of the yard, drew the main altar in the northwest corner and the offering altar in the southeast corner, as stated noted in archaeological excavations. I stepped in from the east, and everything suddenly clicked together.

The main temples stood about seven stories high: mountains in that time period.4 At the top of the temple was a smaller penthouse, the gipar, which was the private sanctuary of the temple god, a place where only the high priest or high priestess, called the En, could enter. Steps ran the height of the temple on the east side.  The east was a place of beginning because it was where the sun arose each morning and the moon arose each evening. The west was the entrance to the underworld, the direction where the sun and moon set and presumed to be resting in the underworld. The sun was there daily, but since the moon is sometimes seen in the daylight, the moon only journeyed there once a month, during invisible moon when it was completely dark. New moon began about seven days later when the first crescent appeared.

The gods could be found in both heaven and the underworld. North represents heaven and west represents the underworld so I believe that the main altar should be in the northwest corner. East symbolizes fire, and south corresponds to earth; both fire and earth are transformative properties, so I believe the offering table was in the southeast corner. These are my own reasons, so there is no reference for this other than studying the myths for the cosmology.

The path of the sun was important, so entering the temple from the east seems logical to me. I follow the path of the sun from east to west and continuing around back to the east and I walk to the north, west, south, and back to east. I’m not going to get silly about this and insist that people turn only one way while in ritual, but for the purpose of entering, exiting, cleansing, and smudging, let’s follow the solar course.

Book Excerpt – In Plain Sight

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Ninah narrowed her eyes as she looked down the street. Her store was on her right, and the sheriff’s office another couple blocks beyond. The street itself moved to the northeast for about a quarter mile and then made a sharp turn northwest, continuing until it hit the 5 to Shoreline and eventually into Everett. The old road to the old house behind Ninah’s store cut off the main street just before the NE-NW bend in the road, turning east, going through several poorer neighborhoods, coming down a little southeast, and then into the woods until it ended up a mile behind the store.

“Irra, please get Thayer, grab a credit card from the drawer, go to the feed store, and get three large bags of rock salt. Meet me back at my store. People, we are going monster-bashing.” She whipped around and marched back to her store.

While a few people in the group caught onto the whole telepathy thing, the other half found it helpful to know the technique. They, too, were feeling better after Evan’s impromptu lesson, and their own talents were clarified for the short time spent with him. The lesson would be taken back to their clans and taught to others.

When people filled cars, jeeps and trucks, and set out with bags of salt, shovels, picks and jars of water, and with maps in hand to find their way around the woods to circle their quarry, folks tended to take notice. The weird pagans were up to something.

Ninah knew Severance wasn’t going to like it, and would probably tell her off when he got home, but she was getting that house be-damned to any slimy alien that decided to take a squat. She might have to actually tell him he wasn’t her boss.

Irra took the lead vehicle, instead of his bike, while Ninah held the rear. Just as she was pulling out, a car stopped in front of the store. She would have ignored it except for the universe shifting when the man stepped onto the pavement. He shimmered. He was one of them.

“Pardon me,” he said, stepping out of the way of her car. “I was looking for Ninah Adams.”

“Are you Aaron?” Ninah asked, recognizing his voice from the phone. He had a slight accent that she was still trying to place. He was tall, his light brown hair trimmed into a modern, professional style, and his business-casual attire looked expensive.

“Yes,” he said, surprised. “Mz. Adams?”

“Ninah,” she said. Ninah now knew why Karrin had the man in charge of the Seattle office.  “Hop in.” Startled, Aaron squeezed into the front next to Grandmother who patted his knee.

“We’re going to stomp on aliens,” she told him with a pleased smile. “You can help. Just call me Grandmother. In the back is Waterfall and Morag.”

From the scattered cycles of his energy, they knew Aaron wasn’t trained; he probably wasn’t even aware of his own Talent.

“Uh… aliens?” he questioned. “Illegal immigrants?”

“From way up,” Grandmother said, nodding her head with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Just stay with me, Aaron,” Ninah told him. “Ladies, Aaron worked for Karrin; he headed the Seattle office, and I believe he’s now in charge. Did you want anything in particular?” The others in the back reached to touch his shoulder. He didn’t realize it, but they also helped to calm his energies.

“Uh….oh, yes, just an informal meeting to talk about house plans,” he said. He winced at a fast turn and squealing tires, and grabbed the door handle in order to keep from falling into the old lady’s lap. “I called your store and the young man who answered told me to come up.”

Ninah would have to discuss the concept of ‘appointments’ with Thayer.

“Not a problem,” she said. “We’ll be going by the house, so you’ll be able to see it.”

Book Excerpt – The Demon’s Apprentice

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Friday afternoons are always the worst when you work for a demon.  My boss did a booming business in desperation measures before everyone’s date night, or the official start of their weekend, or whatever it means to whoever it is.  I looked over at him as he drove the borrowed school district van, his eyes bright with anticipation of the payoff he’d be getting at the end of the day.  Right now, he looked like a plump, middle-aged geek in a pale green polyester shirt and black slacks.  Glasses and a receding hairline completed the harmless teacher look.  At least until you looked at his eyes.  There was a gleam there that wasn’t human, wasn’t healthy.  He could sense the desperation in the air even better than I could.  The difference between us was, he enjoyed it, and it showed in his eyes.

I called him my boss, but in truth, he was my Master, and I hated him for that.  So, in my own head, at least, I didn’t give him the title.  It’d been three years since he’d had any access to my mind, but he hadn’t figured that out.  I’d been letting him catch a stray thought here and there to make him think I was still his broken, beaten slave with occasional rebellious thoughts, and he let me keep them.  He let me wish I could be free, but he didn’t think I had any hope of it, and that’s what he liked: the sheer hopelessness of the situation.  Yeah, the bastard dug that.  He would.

The boss stopped the van, and turned to me.

“You have four deals at Lincoln Heights High School.  Be quick about it.  We have another four in the business district before six o’clock,” he shoved me toward the door.

“Yes, Master,” I answered meekly, and got out of the van.  I caught a quick glimpse of myself in the reflection of the window as I closed the door.  A teenager with unruly, greasy curls of black hair that hung down to his shoulders, a mouth that almost never smiled and dark, hateful eyes stared back at me.  The boss hit the gas as soon as the door slammed shut, and I watched the beige minivan pull away.  He’d be hidden nearby, where he could keep tabs on me without scaring off any of my marks.  With its school district plates, it was the perfect cover for what we were doing.  Who was going to question what a school vehicle was doing near a school?  I checked the various amulets, talismans, and charms that I’d whipped up over the past week.  All of them were ready, each pumped with just a little bit more essence than they needed to work.  I stuck my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket and took off for the first meet at the nearby park.

In the world I lived in, I was what was known as a warlock: a person who used dark magick.  It’s not very far from the safe and sane world most people know.  Pretty much right underneath it, really.  Right around the corner, and just at the edge of your vision.  My world had rules, just like a normal person’s, and I broke most of them at my Master’s command.  I lied, I cheated, and I stole from people every day.  And I was good at it.

I’d done business with the girl I was about to meet before, and I knew the boss almost had her where he wanted her.  A few more deals like this, and he would have controlling interest. Lucinda was a vain little blonde who figured out really quickly what she wanted in life: love.  Not to be in love, but to have men fall in love with her.  I had trolled her during one of my online crawls in a Wicca chat room a couple of years ago when she’d asked for a love spell.  The practicing Wiccans had nailed her from her opening line, when she’d asked if there were any “real” witches in the room, and when she asked for a love spell, they all turned her down.  I offered her exactly what she wanted, and she didn’t even think twice about saying yes.  Today made the fifth deal Lucinda had cut with me.  I saw her sitting at the usual park bench, almost-wearing some sort of white plastic outfit that looked very expensive and seriously slutty, with matching knee high boots perching on uncomfortably high, narrow looking heels.  Those boots weren’t made for walkin’.  I sat down beside her without asking.

“Hi, Chance,” she purred.

“You have the money?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said, popping her gum and straightening.

I looked over at her and blinked in surprise when I got an eyeful of her profile.  Lucinda had new boobs, probably courtesy of her latest mark, a wealthy friend of her dad’s.

“Why’s it so expensive now?” she whined.  I had jacked the price up by a few hundred dollars on the sly, but the boss had been upping it, too.  She had it to spare, so I didn’t feel too bad about it.

“Takes more power to keep that many guys in love with you at the same time, even with the new tits,” I lied.  “If you can’t afford it, I can always undo some of the other spells.”

“I can handle the price!” she said with a sly smile. “Maybe we can work out a trade.  I can make it worth your while.” She pointed her breasts at me and gave me a sultry look.

I just gestured for the money. “I don’t do casual sex,” I growled as she slid a thick envelope across the space between us.  I slipped it into my jacket pocket and pulled out her charm, a little gold locket she’d given me earlier in the week.  I dropped it into her palm and wrapped her hand up in mine.  She smiled and shivered a little at the contact, then looked at me with wide eyes, looking like an innocent little girl.  I didn’t buy it.

Amoricae insinadra voluptos” I intoned in pseudo-Latin. I let the meaning I’d assigned the words in my head bring my mind into the right state for the energy to flow into the charm. As the magick flowed, I also extracted the real price, a small portion of her soul, into the heavy black amulet I wore around my neck.

She jerked as she felt the small emptiness open up inside her.  She could feel the wound I left on her spirit, but she didn’t understand the loss.  The more of her soul essence I took, the less joy she’d be able to feel, until she was completely drained of the spark of life that allowed her to feel anything good, including love.  Even now, she wasn’t truly happy with the fake love of four men; she wanted even more. A couple more deals, and she would belong to the boss.

Book Excerpt – Son of Air and Darkness

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            I drew my first breath with my mother’s last, as the red fountain which gushed from her side ceased its flow.  The sword thrust which had cut short her life had likewise severed the cord which had bound me to her, and as my grandmother Scathach struggled to keep me from following my mother back into that world from whence I had just arrived, my uncle Cett hurried in pursuit of the assassin.

It seemed unlikely that a woman only one moon short of delivering her own child could escape my uncle, a warrior so fleet of foot he’d been overcome only once, but Aoife had also trained at my grandmother’s fortress, Dun Skaith.  She was not only swift, but filled with uncommon wiles and cunning, and, it had even been rumoured, the power to cast a glamour upon her adversaries.  My father alone had been her conqueror, and the child she carried was to be my only brother, Connlai.  Perhaps it was for his sake the Gods decreed she should make good her escape.

It was often in my childhood that Scathach told me the story of my birth, of how she had cut her own wrist and added her blood to that which had covered me, in supplication to the Morrigan to let me live.  I heard again and again of how the sky had grown dark upon that prayer as my body and my life had been consecrated to Her, the Goddess of Battle, Death, Sorcery and their mysteries.  The Raven had settled upon the branch of the blackthorn tree before us and Scathach had known then that the bargain had been struck; I would live and be under protection of the Goddess, but I was Hers from that moment on, Hers to ask of whatever She would.

Other stories I heard also, of my lineage.  My mother, Uathach, had been no warrior but a priestess of the Lady Whom now I served. My father Cuchulainn, perhaps the greatest warrior ever known in Uliad, had returned from his training at Dun Skaith to the Court of Conchobhar mac Nessa, unaware that he had sown two seeds upon Scathach’s island.  Like my mother I was dark, though the grey-blue eyes  which matched the mood and colour of the sea were the mark of the Sidhe blood I carried within my veins, the blood of my father and his father, Lugh of the Long Hand.  Dubhghall mac Cu, I had been named, and the only geasa put upon me were to serve my Lady with all my might, and never to leave Scathach’s island while my father lived.

As I came of age I saw the latter prohibition to be a terrible burden, for I had trained all my life to make war, and could have split a man in two with my spear in the time it takes a crow to caw but once, yet upon this island there was no battle, no war from which to gain my glory.  Other men’s sons and grandsons sallied forth and returned with heads, tales of bravado, even gold, while I stared out to sea from the tower of Dun Skaith and awaited my call to a destiny befitting one who served the Morrigan.

It was, however, on a day of peace that my life began to change forever.  A clamour arose from the gatehouse of the keep.  A young man, about my age and stature, had arrived from the landward side, demanding his right to an audience with Scathach.  Such a commotion he caused that day, making his demands and refusing to state so much as his name to any but Scathach herself, and she would be told only if she did not ask it.

A storm was upon her face as she looked across the chasm which separated Dun Skaith from the rest of the island.  The tide was well away, and the rocks were jagged and cruel between the land upon which the young man stood and her position above the gate.  Her long grey hair rode upon the wind about her face and shoulders, and her stern visage gave her the appearance of the formidable adversary she could be.  She motioned me to her side and looked first at the young man and then back at me.

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