cathy, after midnight

by colin d fox

the loop started again, cathy drew in the incense scented air as she bowed her head and cleared her mind. the sigil appeared in front of her blank slate and burned into the air. she had drawn three cards off of her red silk wrapped tarot deck and had placed them at the four points around her. one by one as the sigl froze in her mental vision, she flipped the first card over as the repeat music and the thick scent heavy air pushed her trance state further. north was ten of pentacles-strength-unity of purpose- magick in pure form; she felt the beat flip as she gently swayed in her position centred with north in front, south behind, east and west to her sides. north was the hanged man, she felt her eye twitch slightly. change of direction- right way up meant she needed to make a difference- to change her momentum- clear her backlog of mental detritus; east was three of wands- uneven but powerful..a unit plus one...adding to a complete whole...searching for a unity that had eluded her. West was the emperor..father figure...red blood with white fertility signs. it was done.

three days for the sigil that glowed in front of her eyes. three days.