My room is lit by a single black candle on the altar. Dizzied by mugwort tea, I lay on the floor. Clara glowed eerily in the candlelight.
“I feel like I almost had a breakthrough tonight” I began. “For a moment, I saw your edges began to blur, Clara! I started to get some insight! I just think I got too excited.”
“No, you didn’t see anything. You’re just high off mugwort” Clara replied. It’s as if I could actually see her blow a smoke ring from her Virginia Slim.
“No, I’m pretty sure I saw the glow of a fire. That’s when I lost focus” I countered, still laying on the floor.
“Oh, you saw the glow of the fire!? You mean…like this fucking candle next to me” Clara spat.
“What do you know? You’re just a hunk of fucking quartz” I fired back as I sat up.
“First of all, I’m a polished hunk of quartz, little boy. Secondly, I’m not going to take you seriously since you are the one arguing with a ‘fucking hunk of quartz.’”
I mentioned in a few posts ago that I recently bought a crystal ball. I saw her (yes, her) at a shop and fell instantly in love with her. The other balls were clear and pristine, but this crystal was full of inclusions and clouds that gave her personality. She wasn’t as big as I wanted, but she still felt right. From first glance, I knew she was full of wisdom. When I held her, I knew she was capable of giving me profound insight, but that she would demand respect and would make me work hard to learn how to scry. I loved this.
The night after I bought her, I held her in my hand and knew I had to give her a name. I haven’t named many of my ritual tools, but this crystal had personality. I wanted something witchy, so I held her and named her Medea. Instantly, I knew this was wrong. So, I tried Circe. Still, not quite right. I felt that she needed a classic name. So, I did a quick Google search and went down the list.
“Nope,” she said.
“Are you even trying?”
I was about to give up, when she rolled right out of my hand. She hit the keyboard hard and when I looked up, the name Clara was front and center on the screen. Apparently she named herself.
After looking up the name, I realized the beautiful sentiment of this name. Clara means clear and bright. Even though my crystal ball is cloudy and full of inclusions, she holds the power to give me clear insight.
I anointed Clara with some lavender oil and placed her back on my altar. I can’t wait to see the magick we make together.