I placed a Hematite stone at each point of the pentagram I created with the white candles. I could not actually create the circle until both and Emily and I were sitting in it or the spell might keep us out. I would not be invoking spirit in this spell. One things seemed to go a little haywire every time I tried to use the Spirit element and I did not want to invite new spirits into the house. I just wanted to talk to the one I already had. This might not even work. I could work basic spells that did not require much magical energy. I did not know how powerful my ghost really was and my magic worked best in potions. Despite popular myth witches did not use a wand. Magic came from within and it was part of us. The only reason someone would use a wand is if the spell was contained in that object and there were less conspicuous objects to use for that. There were sorcerers who used wands. They did not come by their magic naturally. It could be part of a curse or they made a deal with a demon.
I looked at the set up and was satisfied with the arrangement. I could have drawn a pentagram on the floor for a more powerful spell but since the ghost was already letting itself be known I would not need that boost. Nor would I need any black candles. Black candles could be used to boost magic. I did not want to boost my magic. It was very unbalanced at the level it was at. I did use black candles on occasion when mixing ingredients for my soaps and creams. Only if they were special ordered for an individual though. I only did that for trusted customers who I knew believed in Magic. Most people think the whole idea is a neat idea and secretly wished it was true, but the moment they found out it was true they ran for the hills. Witch hunts still happened, but now it was more an alienation from society and whispers behind your back when you went anywhere. I already had to move twice due to those whispers. It got uncomfortable living somewhere when everyone was suspicious of you and thought you weird.
Louisiana was known for its open minds and so far my business was booming and I had made quite a new friends with my endeavors. As long as I kept things simple I should have no problem making this my permanent home. Louisiana is also where Emily lived, and it was her idea I move down here. She may not be a true believer but she did believe in me. We met in our freshmen year of college and were dorm mates. Even when I had to leave my sophomore year due to my Mom and Dad’s death we remained in contact all these years and even made the trip to see each other several times a year. Moving here saved me a load on air fare.
“Well I guess we are as ready as we will ever be. Grab the Ouji board will ya Em?” She grabbed the board off the shelf. It was easier for a spirit to communicate with us in words with the board. I was going to try to avoid any more broken objects. The only glass frame I had left on the walls was the frame that held the picure of my ghost. He was not...