MAGIC AT PINEY POINT
It was
August, and Bailey went up to Piney Point with Kelly Ann, her cousin and new
best friend. On a particularly fine day
they packed a picnic lunch of bread and cheese and a bottle of Eltinge’s Finest
Lemonade. Then they set off through the
woods, looking for a suitable spot to rest and eat.
They
followed a little-used trail that ran up a steep mountain slope.
“I’ve never
been on this trail before,” said Bailey, “I didn’t even know there was a way up
the mountain here.”
“Then this
will be not only a picnic,” responded Kelly, “but an adventure of exploration!”
So up they
went.
After some
time, and many twists and turns, the path opened up into a high meadow. And there they saw before them a circle of
standing stones, some almost as tall as they were!
“What is
this?” exclaimed Bailey.
Kelly knew
about such things. “Clearly it is a sacred stone circle, used for esoteric
pagan ceremonies, and occult magical rituals.”
“But who
put it up? The local Indians didn’t make
places like this.”
“Obviously,”
explained Kelly, “it is convincing evidence that Eastern North America was
visited and partly settled by ancient seafaring Celts.”
“Obviously,”
agreed Bailey.
They
counted eight stones aligned roughly on the cardinal points, and a single,
taller monolith at the center, with a flat stone in front of it.
“For sacred
offerings,” declared Kelly, “or sacrifices!”
“Could we
have our picnic here,” wondered Bailey, “or would that be sacrilegious somehow?”
“We should
definitely see if we can work magic here!” Kelly was excited at the
prospect. “We can worry about lunch
later. Now let’s see, the first thing is
to make sure no malevolent spirits recognize us while we’re working the
magic. Hmm, we don’t have any ceremonial
robes with us.” She thought a moment. “I have it!
We’ll just take our clothes off and work the magic in our underthings! No bad spirits will recognize us like that!”
They had
their sailor suits off in a jiffy, and began dancing around the circle, making
up sacred chants and magic words as they saw fit.
“Lalalalala! Ha!
Hee! Ho! Sis Boom Bah!”
“Oonyellimon!
Buburubu! Gosh All Hemlock! And out goes you!”
The girls danced
until they were dizzy.
“Now,” said
Kelly, “for the magic to work, we must make an offering.” They dug into the picnic basket and poured a
cup of lemonade, and cut slices of bread and cheese. They stood by the central stone and Kelly
spoke the words.
“Blessed
be, O Mother Demeter, who gives to us bread from the earth! Blessed be, O Father Dionysus, who gives to
us fruit from the tree! . . . Hmm, who is responsible for cheese?”
“What about
that Egyptian goddess, who has a cow’s head?”
“Hathor? Yes!
Blessed be, O Mother Hathor, who gives to us milk from thy sacred
udder!”
Then they
both shouted, “Blessed be!”
With the
offering placed neatly on the flat stone, they sat down and had their own
sacred meal. They had to share a cup
since the second one was holding the lemonade offering.
And then,
without even finishing their lunch, they both lay back and were asleep at once!
It was more
than an hour later that they both awoke, suddenly, at the same instant, and sat
up.
“Oh!”
gasped Bailey, “We must have fallen asleep.”
“Or been
overcome by some kind of spell.” Kelly
liked that idea.
“I had the
most beautiful dream!” mused Bailey, “I was . . . It was . . . I can’t remember
a thing, but it was so beautiful! I feel
wonderful!”
“I must
have had the same dream,” said Kelly, “since I have the same wonderful
feeling! This must be the magic we
made!”
“Look!”
cried Bailey, pointing at the flat stone they had left the offering on. It was bare, not a crumb was to be seen. The cup that had held the lemonade was empty,
and turned upside down!
“Our
offering was accepted!” Kelly was
delighted. “We have worked more powerful
magic than I thought!”
