The Evening Of
I met her in a dungeon. A sex club. I noticed her right away- she was beautiful. Long platinum blonde hair, framing her soft features and contrasting against her deep honey brown eyes. She wore all black and around her neck, among many other amulets and chains, dangled a unicursal hexagram. A Thelemic symbol, and one not commonly worn by those who don’t at least partially understand its uses. At the time I had no idea how close we would become, no idea how powerful a magician she was- but it was impossible not notice her. We were there for a class, I’ll spare the details because all I could remember was the intense spark of attraction I felt for this stranger. I could almost feel her too. Her etheric tendrils spreading out and gently brushing against mine.
‘Hello… you seem interesting…’
I felt her curiously probing me.
‘The same to you.’
I felt almost a giggle. ’ so you can feel me too…’
‘It’s hard not to. You take up the whole room’
Her energy was potent and even across the room I felt a little drunk as our attention curled and playfully proded at each other. We never met eyes until after the class, when she promptly stood up and walked directly towards me. She stopped in front of me and held out her hand.
“Rose.”
“Nice to meet you.”
I shook her hand almost forgetting to give her my name.
I try and live by the old Crowley addage “treat every interaction in the world as a direct dealing between my soul and god”. But it is still rare for me to so strongly feel the hand of fate as I did the moment I met Rose. In that instant I felt a wave of excitement, desire, even some fear- but an overwhelming curiosity. What does the universe have in store for me now? I thought to myself as she handed me a card with her number written on it.
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