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Witch's Mystic Woods by Marsha A. Moore
Witch's Mystic Woods by Marsha A. Moore









A silence fell over the room that weighed upon Larena’s lungs, forcing her breath to become shallow and labored. Then, consider what feels like the strongest or most recent negative energy that has occurred here. He continued his directions, “Now, visualize the interior of this room once more, just the contents without any association. Larena heard plinks and thunks at the table’s center, as if Keir had dropped several small objects. Larena initiated those outings to keep up her mother’s spirits, but the benefits to them both were beyond measure. One of many daily short strolls they enjoyed before Mom became bound to a wheelchair. Laughing, they’d carried home handfuls of yellow and orange leaves. Last fall, Mom and she had returned from a walk around the property to enjoy the color. “Feel for the strongest, loudest, or most recent positive energy and hold it in your mind, whether it is clear or not.”Īn image of her mother recently grasping and massaging her hand focused then faded, replaced by a more detailed vision. She imagined herself inside a crystal ball, her second sight magnified by his powers. Larena closed her eyes, and his voice flowed over her like liquid bathing her in clairvoyance.











Witch's Mystic Woods by Marsha A. Moore