The Vision

After the Elimination of their Mom Bridget's new life dwells in a little coven in boondocks, where nature and animals could be buddies and her only companions. There, she felt at peace and less attention to practice her religion and witch beliefs.

Sometimes you get to imagine why people aren't allowed to practice what they believe in, and yet we are human: how then do humans evolve?

A stressful day to gather herbs and to make potions in case there be an emergency. The need to listen to your legs asking for rest, to find a cozy and warm area to cool off the heart-rending day; came rushing to Bridget. Something magic cannot stop, just nature's call and she knew she has to answer it. Sooner she gave in and not long after, she started levitating and went into a trance.

Dear readers, do you know that trances feels like daydreams, a world you know but it doesn't exist. It comes as future or past or as a fantasy which brings a new and rosy glow to reality and lights a path to better ways. A pathway for the wise and foolish, to follow or just ignore because it's a trance; a dream... just a dream! There, it comes as a fresh palette to the ready brush waiting for you to watch and paint it with your mind; except my view is totally different from yours.

Bridget understands what I'm talking about, she had one of those moments; fantasies of sweet daydreams and ones that seemed to be her worst nightmare.

[In her trance] Mom lives together with her sisters, having the best meal of their life in a lovely mansion; all concrete with a tall glass window that reveals and exposes the true nature and serenity of the mountains. It offers chances of relaxation and taking the changing of the seasons from the comfort of an easy chair.

Juanke is summoned by what seemed to be a guard, demanding his attention from the audience. He'd forsake his meal to satisfy the curiosity of his guests, and the family went after him too. While addressing his visitor; something strange began to emerge. His speech got interrupted by a gulp of saliva down to his throat,

"Excuse me" he muttered, hitting his chest slightly to clear the humps. At every speech he made, he coughed his heart out. There was no other perfect moment for Jake's spirit to break through rather than that moment, just like an entrapped bird longing for freedom.

[Juanke smiled contagiously and coughed again] I am sorry for the superfluous cough I am getting right now, it's just that I was having this compelling moment and bewildering dinner with my family... [coughs harder, harder and harder]

Well, [clears his throat] I welcome you all with a noble heart and with the generosity of my family's open arms to this beautiful gathering and bon...di...ng tra...[coughs] di..tion.[cough became more intense] He fell on the floor as Emma and Bridget rushed to him.

[Emma whispered to Bridget] you need to go now, start the spell.

Juanke howled and he coughed out blood. The burning pain took over the portion of his brain, a part that feels like dealing with it is not enough energy expenditure. Without the effort to rethink, the pain stole that part that wants to keep thing hidden in secrets, forever.

Juanke tries to yell it off but the pain increased; Juan in the midst of the trauma figured that blood has a lot to do with power; she released how powerless she was in Jake's body especially as he's fighting so hard to take dominion.

[Jake to the audience] Don't believe whatever she says, she's evil, they are working with the devil!

[Juan] Do something, he's fighting me. please do something sisters!!

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Everyone stood confused as murmuring filled the place, Bridget rushed inside to perform her magic and her dream got interrupted. She sat still for a while, trying to understand the kind of power one's mind could possess. Many thoughts ran through her mind. she sent a message spell to her sisters to alert them on her vision and her next move.

[Bridget gets to the necropolis] She walked through the gate, shadows flickered at the edge of darkness. The wind whispered through the overgrown grass and the smell of freshly dug up earth filled her nostrils. A sound of a crow is heard and a creepy noise ahead. she stopped, listened as she counted her steps, heading forward to the direction of the noise. As she stepped further, the noise reduced. the crow flew up to Juan's grave and kept crowing even more.

[Bridget to herself] it's just a crow, relax.

[To the crow] shuuu!

The atmosphere gloomed as the cloud swept off the face of the earth; it was like the kind of grey that would make any quarry rock proud, as if they were so pleased to echo the earth. All the grey, all that swirling water in the sky, condensation was bound to happen sooner rather than later, which was all it seemed like but i know that gloom can be a cocoon of the light if you take it as such and could also be of evil or darkness. For whatever this one is, or whatever it is yet to consume, there's this great feeling of pleasure that the graphite gloom invites her to draw upon her artistic soul once more, to draw out a life, to expand that great canvas and create new paths and new doorways.

Self-consciously, Bridget approaches Juan's graveyard, dropped her juju herbs and ingredients and started making preparations for the ceremony.

Whilst in the midst of that, three shadows approached the necropolis walking right towards where Juan was laid.

The three beings approached the grave and her soul left; she wore the invisible cloak on.

"Here! Everyone, that was were her carcass were laid;" a lady said to the two men with her.

"Start digging" ... she ordered them and they obeyed.

In the cemetery we honour the cycle, we sense those we love through the soul-ether and When the soul returns whence it came, the matter of the body belongs to Mother earth, who at times makes rules of what happens to the carcass but hence it belongs to her. Mother Earth knew that Juan has great potential and Bridget knows that too, so Bridget understood that to get Juan back, a price must be paid. Three human sacrifices must be made? Well the world is a give and take situation.

"We have to hurry up" ... the lady command the two men. They dug half way until something strange happened.

First of all, one could wonder why a living being would be disturbing a corpse laid to rest, what for? Anyway there's always a price to pay for every goods one ordered for.

The wind creeped in and everything started falling apart. Terror through the gale, sang through the graveyard sending an invite to the corpses for a funfair ride, hypnotic, overwhelming. It grew so strong, like it was fighting for freedom, it broke through Juan's little hut; swallowing the two young men while the lady fled for her life.

Most people are so unfortunate in life especially people who are emotionless, and doesn't care if any other person is gonna get hurt for their own game-chase, for their own gain. While running she got pulled off by a strong force.

People like me are not usually bad, the world changed us. Took my sister and our mother, now it's time to bring Juan back, she's our world. At least if she's here, she would have helped us figured out how to bring Mom back or move on from loosing her.

[Bridget turned to the lady who is already tied up and mouth sealed with a piece of cloth against her head]

What is about to happen to you will be extremely painful and I'm sorry but her transfiguration and resurrection comes first, [pauses and gave a death stare] my sister comes first. The lady started crying and mumbling for mercy, but Bridget ignored and carried on with her transfiguration and resurrection spells.

After her spell, the lady went conscious. She unzipped her bag and brought out some tools; a saw, a knife both big and small... there it got intense.

Soon the vital fluid was gushing "Here comes the ultimate ingredient" Bridget stood up eventually and smiled "I'm sure she will love her new skin" she chuckled and moved to where Juan's remains was and started her spell. "This body petrified in stone, return it please to flesh and bone".

When others see gloom, I see the world in silver-blues. When they see freezing rain, I see a coldness that brings me to a higher feeling of life, more aware of my internal flame. I see them cast their eyes to the ground, their mouth a full frown, when there is a moon above and stars beyond the canopy of cloud.

The spell was done and the flesh was mysteriously used to cover the remains of Juan and a new monumental figure laid instead of the decayed carcass.

"One last ritual" Bridget said to herself, "Jake can't be a problem no more and I need to do this before the transfiguration spell is complete"

She brought out Jake's portrait and started a separation spell, she poured ambergris oil on it and continued, it caught into flames as Jake's eternal being cried for help on his way to hell.

Juan moved.

There is a time for sunshine, and a time for wintry sombre hues. Every dance has pause, every song has silence. And so this time, so soon after the dawn, feels more akin to an old movie, one that builds from these blues to the kind of joy that spreads through mind, body and soul. And so I feel the ground beneath both feet, tilt my head skyward, both rooted in the blessed moment and ready for the spring that beckons. I'm alive again...

Behold, Juan.

In her flawless and miraculous form, I'm sure this corium is die-hard. [Chuckles]

Desperation is a gateway to newness and a different path, so always be willing in these moments to embrace the light and turn down anything else.

She missed me, I knew it, and I do too but at the moment I knew it wasn't the right moment to talk about the afterlife experience. We got rid of the lifeless corpses, thank god for magic... Then, we walked home together.

[To be continued…]