reliably.
“ Good, child,” came Millicent’s words, following my train of thought. “Yes, appreciate what you have. That is a good place to start.”
“ Easy for you to say,” I mumbled. Millicent was, after all, from a rich banking family.
“ Only in the last life, child. More often than not, I struggled.”
I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and headed back to the living room. I decided to change the subject. Money always depressed me. “And you have access to all of these past lives?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“ But I don’t.”
She shook her head. “No, child. The physical life is challenging enough without access to the burdens and misfortunes and mistakes of one’s past lives.”
“You make it sound like I was a big mess.”
“ You had a lot of learning to do, Allison. You made...questionable choices.”
“ Did I hurt people?”
She waited before answering. “Yes,” she said.
“Did I kill people?”
She paused again before answering. “Yes.”
“Jesus.” I sat down in the center on the living room, surrounded by my open spell books and vials of hocus-pocus ingredients. Candles burned in a semicircle, and the statue of my animal familiar—an eagle—sat nearby. We all have an animal familiar. Mine just happened to be a bald eagle, and I couldn’t have been happier. Millicent was teaching me to connect with the spirit of the eagle in my meditations. The process had been...interesting.
“ Why did you hesitate before answering my question?” I asked.
Millicent’s expression was unfathomable. “I was discussing your request with your spirit guide, of course.”
“You are in contact with my spirit guide?” I asked.
“ This surprises you, child?”
“ I thought, well, you were my spirit guide.”
She shook her head and a slow smile spread over her slightly glowing face. “No, dear. I am your friend and companion, a soul mate, if you will.”
“Why did you consult with my spirit guide? And who is she?”
“ He,” corrected Millicent. “And it is up to him—and your higher, spiritual self—to decide what information you need to know in this present incarnation. Not all information from past lives is beneficial in the current life.”
“ And he’s the one deciding that?”
“ He is...along with your higher self.”
“ Well, that just sucks.”
Millicent paused before answering, and I suspected she was, once again, consulting with my spirit guide. “Consider the torment you would feel in this life if you knew what a monster you had been in a past life.”
“Okay, now I’m worried. Was I that bad?”
“ We all were, dear. We all have had much growing to do. In the past, you wielded great power...and sometimes misused it. You are being given a chance in this life to balance the disharmony—or karma—from past lives.”
“ By doing goodness?”
“ Yes.”
“ What if I don’t do goodness in this life?” I asked.
“ Then we will cross that bridge when we come to it. Just know that a lot has come into place to help you in this life...to aid you, here and now.”
Millicent sat before me, her knees bending, but I knew it was just a front, a ruse. She had no knees. She could have just as easily appeared to me as a beautiful ball of light energy, except, of course, it was hard for humans to relate to balls of light energy.
“You have been given great gifts, child, gifts that could help others. Witchcraft is not for personal gain, remember that. We are extensions of Mother Earth herself.”
I motioned to the spell books and the vials of ingredients. “But I’m really no good at this stuff.”
“Maintain your strengths,” she said to me, reaching out and touching my hand. Energy crackled through me and around me. “And work on your weaknesses.”
“ That’s a very zen thing to say,” I said.
“ Truth is truth,” said Millicent.
“ I am good at this,” I said and raised my hands. As I did so, all of the spell books and vials and
“ Good, child,” came Millicent’s words, following my train of thought. “Yes, appreciate what you have. That is a good place to start.”
“ Easy for you to say,” I mumbled. Millicent was, after all, from a rich banking family.
“ Only in the last life, child. More often than not, I struggled.”
I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and headed back to the living room. I decided to change the subject. Money always depressed me. “And you have access to all of these past lives?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“ But I don’t.”
She shook her head. “No, child. The physical life is challenging enough without access to the burdens and misfortunes and mistakes of one’s past lives.”
“You make it sound like I was a big mess.”
“ You had a lot of learning to do, Allison. You made...questionable choices.”
“ Did I hurt people?”
She waited before answering. “Yes,” she said.
“Did I kill people?”
She paused again before answering. “Yes.”
“Jesus.” I sat down in the center on the living room, surrounded by my open spell books and vials of hocus-pocus ingredients. Candles burned in a semicircle, and the statue of my animal familiar—an eagle—sat nearby. We all have an animal familiar. Mine just happened to be a bald eagle, and I couldn’t have been happier. Millicent was teaching me to connect with the spirit of the eagle in my meditations. The process had been...interesting.
“ Why did you hesitate before answering my question?” I asked.
Millicent’s expression was unfathomable. “I was discussing your request with your spirit guide, of course.”
“You are in contact with my spirit guide?” I asked.
“ This surprises you, child?”
“ I thought, well, you were my spirit guide.”
She shook her head and a slow smile spread over her slightly glowing face. “No, dear. I am your friend and companion, a soul mate, if you will.”
“Why did you consult with my spirit guide? And who is she?”
“ He,” corrected Millicent. “And it is up to him—and your higher, spiritual self—to decide what information you need to know in this present incarnation. Not all information from past lives is beneficial in the current life.”
“ And he’s the one deciding that?”
“ He is...along with your higher self.”
“ Well, that just sucks.”
Millicent paused before answering, and I suspected she was, once again, consulting with my spirit guide. “Consider the torment you would feel in this life if you knew what a monster you had been in a past life.”
“Okay, now I’m worried. Was I that bad?”
“ We all were, dear. We all have had much growing to do. In the past, you wielded great power...and sometimes misused it. You are being given a chance in this life to balance the disharmony—or karma—from past lives.”
“ By doing goodness?”
“ Yes.”
“ What if I don’t do goodness in this life?” I asked.
“ Then we will cross that bridge when we come to it. Just know that a lot has come into place to help you in this life...to aid you, here and now.”
Millicent sat before me, her knees bending, but I knew it was just a front, a ruse. She had no knees. She could have just as easily appeared to me as a beautiful ball of light energy, except, of course, it was hard for humans to relate to balls of light energy.
“You have been given great gifts, child, gifts that could help others. Witchcraft is not for personal gain, remember that. We are extensions of Mother Earth herself.”
I motioned to the spell books and the vials of ingredients. “But I’m really no good at this stuff.”
“Maintain your strengths,” she said to me, reaching out and touching my hand. Energy crackled through me and around me. “And work on your weaknesses.”
“ That’s a very zen thing to say,” I said.
“ Truth is truth,” said Millicent.
“ I am good at this,” I said and raised my hands. As I did so, all of the spell books and vials and
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