Dec2016 Festival Vision
Dec 17, 2016 16:54:25 GMT -8
Post by ElfChild on Dec 17, 2016 16:54:25 GMT -8
Pinnacle Ritual Project and Spellcasting Details
Vision for the question "What is the state of the Mother and how is that manifesting in the world?"
(Me and My and I will refer to the participants in the vision.)
There is a dragon's claw, grasping... something. There is a pain in my head, and something is taken from me. There is a feeling that this occurred a long time ago.
The vision shifts.
I am blind, and I am crying. When I look down, there is blood on my hands. I am wandering in the darkness, looking for something, but I have lost my sense of direction. My children are calling for me, but I cannot find them, I am blind, and there are so many voices.
There is a river, flowing toward the sea. It grows slower and slower as it travels. There are people building something near the beach, with sand and earth... it is a mill. They are building a mill to process grain and they are diverting the water to this purpose. They do not see that by doing this they are stopping the river, they do not see the fish who cannot travel upriver anymore when their waterwheel blocks the way, the fish who are trapped in the ocean. The fish move about and they are angry. The water moves about, building into a great wave. It will crash into those building the mill and carry them away, but they do not see it.
I am in the water. I am a fish in the sea. I have forgotten that I was a person, once.
I am looking out over the land, and there is a pulsing running through it, with a rythm. Looking through the land there is whiteness, and in the whiteness is something trying to see me, but it is blind.
I am in pieces, each serves a particular function, and each is in pain, but I am seperate from many of them. The ones I am at, the ones I am touching, are the ones I can control.
The vision shifts.
Something is sleeping, and as it is sleeping, something is happening, but it is unclear what that is. What that is is forgotten.
Katie Moonswaine enters. She sets down three pre-prepared empty ritual spaces in a triangle. Side by side there is a brown space with a square on it and a dark blue space with a circle on it. To the side between the two is a green space with a triangle on it. The outline of each shape is divided into many (mostly rectangular) segments.
We, the festival-goers, are spread among these three and given a number of objects to work with from glass trinkets to origami paper and plant bits.
The brown square was a protection ritual, to prevent interference with the other two. It made use of many crystals and stones, as well as a diorama of a tree inside a glass case. It was the first to go off. When it did, we could feel four other spells attempting to counter it, but it successfully erected a bubble around the festival regardless. If someone who handled the protection ritual would like to describe its construction and intent in this thread, that would be lovely.
The green spell was a ritual to restore energy to magic and strengthen it. It made use of many leaves and plants. This ritual went off second, and when it did nothing immediately visible occurred, but participants felt that something had perhaps occurred elsewhere. If someone who handled the restoration ritual would like to describe its construction and intent in this thread, that would be lovely.
The blue spell was a ritual to perform an oracle of what I imagine must have been unusual effectiveness. A stream of blue glass stones went, winding back and forth, to the edge of a black thread circle. At the center of this circle was a glass rectangular prism with a wizard, a dragon, and a number of small lights cut into the inside of it. Leaning against it was a running hourglass. Atop it was a candleholder with a small clear crystal in it and atop that was a great mottled blue sphere. This ritual went off third and yielded what follows.
We, the festival-goers, are spread among these three and given a number of objects to work with from glass trinkets to origami paper and plant bits.
The brown square was a protection ritual, to prevent interference with the other two. It made use of many crystals and stones, as well as a diorama of a tree inside a glass case. It was the first to go off. When it did, we could feel four other spells attempting to counter it, but it successfully erected a bubble around the festival regardless. If someone who handled the protection ritual would like to describe its construction and intent in this thread, that would be lovely.
The green spell was a ritual to restore energy to magic and strengthen it. It made use of many leaves and plants. This ritual went off second, and when it did nothing immediately visible occurred, but participants felt that something had perhaps occurred elsewhere. If someone who handled the restoration ritual would like to describe its construction and intent in this thread, that would be lovely.
The blue spell was a ritual to perform an oracle of what I imagine must have been unusual effectiveness. A stream of blue glass stones went, winding back and forth, to the edge of a black thread circle. At the center of this circle was a glass rectangular prism with a wizard, a dragon, and a number of small lights cut into the inside of it. Leaning against it was a running hourglass. Atop it was a candleholder with a small clear crystal in it and atop that was a great mottled blue sphere. This ritual went off third and yielded what follows.
Vision for the question "What is the state of the Mother and how is that manifesting in the world?"
(Me and My and I will refer to the participants in the vision.)
There is a dragon's claw, grasping... something. There is a pain in my head, and something is taken from me. There is a feeling that this occurred a long time ago.
The vision shifts.
I am blind, and I am crying. When I look down, there is blood on my hands. I am wandering in the darkness, looking for something, but I have lost my sense of direction. My children are calling for me, but I cannot find them, I am blind, and there are so many voices.
There is a river, flowing toward the sea. It grows slower and slower as it travels. There are people building something near the beach, with sand and earth... it is a mill. They are building a mill to process grain and they are diverting the water to this purpose. They do not see that by doing this they are stopping the river, they do not see the fish who cannot travel upriver anymore when their waterwheel blocks the way, the fish who are trapped in the ocean. The fish move about and they are angry. The water moves about, building into a great wave. It will crash into those building the mill and carry them away, but they do not see it.
I am in the water. I am a fish in the sea. I have forgotten that I was a person, once.
I am looking out over the land, and there is a pulsing running through it, with a rythm. Looking through the land there is whiteness, and in the whiteness is something trying to see me, but it is blind.
I am in pieces, each serves a particular function, and each is in pain, but I am seperate from many of them. The ones I am at, the ones I am touching, are the ones I can control.
The vision shifts.
Something is sleeping, and as it is sleeping, something is happening, but it is unclear what that is. What that is is forgotten.