The Unknown

After her sister’s burial, Maureen goes over to her sis’ house to clean up the place and put her things in boxes. Two hours after cleaning and washing, she begins to box Daphne’s books. A few minutes later she finds a collection of beautiful black handcrafted notebooks with the following title, engraved in silver: “Grimoir”. Tenderly she says to herself “Oh…so gifted and now the world will never know!” as she opens one of the books:

“Berkshire, 1st of May 2007

It’s 20:15. The moon is high (tomorrow it will be full), and it is almost time to meditate. The red candles were hard to find but in the end I managed to get them from a co-worker who produces wax images. I will cast the circle; place the yellow candle to the East, the red candle to the South, the blue candle to the West and the green candle to the North; the sword is polished, the grey linen tunic is placed where the circle will be cast (I must begin the works nude with my hair down); the wine is on the shrine; the cup is also there, the incense is already burning and the soil, I brought from Dar-es-salaam, is already in the proper jar. Tonight during the Beltane celebrations I will get pregnant after putting into practice what I have learned with my “Magia Sexualis” master.
Oh, I can’t forget to put the Pentagram around my neck after taking off my clothes. My Cernunnos, my beloved Ewan will be here at 22:00; I still have time to….Oh my God!!! The cup has just broken by itself! I must call my Master to ask what this means! I bet he will…”

The air was suddenly cut by the sharp and quick sound of a book being abruptly closed «Oh my sweet Jesus!» in utter shock Maureen boxes all notebooks in the same containers and writes “Do not touch: under no circumstance!” on it. Then she leaves her sister’s house and runs off to her Auntie Deedee’s loft.
[Ring] «Who is it?» «It’s Maureen, Auntie Dee!» «Get right in, dear…the door is open!» Maureen rolls her eyes, nods and enters…
- Are you all right, dear? You seem so…(how can I describe it?)…As if somebody just died on you!
- Auntie Dee, I found a dreadful, devil’s work, an absolute anti-Christian, an appalling, a…a
- Your lexical intelligence is quite known, darling. Now, what is it really bothering you, Reen?
- Magia Sexualis…have you ever heard of such blasphemy, auntie?
- Say, did you finally find the courage to enlighten yourself, love?
- [Stammering] I-I-I…no, no…It was Daphne…she took a course, she even had a master!! A master for heaven’s sake! What would mama think of this?
- Oh, that! [Turning her back to prepare some brew] I knew all about it…
- [Wiping a tear] Why didn’t she tell me?
- Oh, dear…people like us don’t like to awake the ignorant beast in people like you…
- [Shocked] what do you mean by “people like me”!?
- [Tenderly] judgemental, hypocritical, dear. People who would love to do what we do yet do not dare…so sad! Manzanilla for the nerves, dear?
- [Crying] really…if mama was alive…she would die!
- Which mama? If by any chance you’re referring to my sister…she was a total witch! Sip you tea, dear, before it turns cold….