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Modern Magi:

Durga's Awakening

Ever try to explain occult practices to the uninitiated? Don't, it sucks. The travel is nice,

but watching the local morons try to summon their ass from a hole in the ground is not myidea of a good evening. But, I digress.

My Name is Ki'Dasa, I recently started working on my latest book. A collection of occult

practices still being used here in the vast farmlands of our own mid west. I'd gotten the

crystal light and fluffy bunny airy fairy crystal sucker viewpoint from area conventions,

a few random comments from the local Masons, and a handful of solitary "witches" let me

photograph a handful of various little ceremonies. All I really needed was the dreaded

"Satanist" component, they're not overly fond of publicizing their activities though.

London, KY. Where else but just south of the middle of nowhere would one find a little sataniccabal? It didn't take long to find them. The only "Goths" in town that maxed out their credit

cards at Hot Topic were getting glares from everyone over the age of 20.

I followed them out of the little dingy bar and down a back road to some civil war

cemetery. It was a moonless night, around 11:30 ish. All satanic ceremonies have to be

performed at the stroke of midnight, of course. I camped out about 10 yards away, close

enough to get a good eyeful of what was going on and if I was lucky even get a half way

decent audio recording of the ritual itself. Not that I was really expecting anything to actually

happen. I was mostly right. The circle was cast using the most inane drivel I'd ever heard

uttered in the name of "magick". 4 of the poseur's...I mean Satanists, called the corners. The

fifth, on the other hand, performed the ritual itself. He was an interesting critter, it actually

sounded like he had something to say. I couldn't tell you what the wording was exactly, but I

certainly felt it. I was covered in goosebumps from the moment he started to speak. As he

uttered the last syllable my heart froze in my chest and a veil of darkness covered the

cemetery.

A normal person probably would have started running at that point. I am not now, nor have I

EVER been normal. Let's call this mistake number 1. I pulled out my night scope to get a look

at what was going on. Mistake number 2. When I focused my scope what jumped into frame

was something from the mind of H.P. Lovecraft. Even now I can't recall the physical details of

that Horror. I can vividly recall the sounds it made, I'm sure it was speaking but nothing human

could reproduce those sounds. It's voice was glottal, thick and eerily resonant. That's when itfinally clicked that I wasn't seeing 5 humans surrounding a monster. I was seeing 4

bloodstains on the ground and one human, the leader of that cabal, with the monster between

us.

I wanted to run like a tubby bitch, but something about the human fascinated me. His

aura. Not that I'd been able to see aura's before that moment but his was stranger than any I'd

ever heard of from any so called psychic. It was almost pure black light with purple/green

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bolts of energy shooting throughout it. Oh, for a camera that would take a picture of that!

Unfortunately, that's when the monster decided to turn around. I ran like a tubby bitch then!

I remember feeling my shirt rip and I went face first into the grass, just missing a

massive head stone. From somewhere in the deep recesses of my soul, or my ass for all I

knew then, I pulled the energy I needed to shield myself from it's attacks. Then it all stopped.

Not a fade out, not some cheesy TV wipe, everything just went dead silent. I opened my eyesto a twilight toned in sapphire, shadowy version of the world we all know and love.

Why does it NEVER go smooth?!, shouts a glowing, sapphire being. When I got a better

look at her, we were remarkably similar. Except for the whole glowing part and her eyes. They

were just twin glowing coals. This would make such an awesome shot. I just stare

dumbfounded, feeling around for my camera. The entity snaps her fingers.

Focus Pinky! Focus!

Am I dreaming, or awake?

Technically, you're Awake. You've managed to Awaken, almost get yourself killed by anOutsider and completely FAIL to recognize your Kurma all in the space of 10 minutes. Good

job!

My Kurma?

Yes, Kurma! Your True Self, Higher Self, whatever term you.....Damn it!! You were supposed

to remember all of this shit this time! We had a plan to....UUUHHHHGGGGG Never mind! It'll

come back to you. At least you can learn how to protect yourself while you wait.

Protect myself from what?!

That thing that almost ate your spleen for starters, and the asshole that summoned it! Don't

worry, you'll remember everything about him too, in time. That's enough for now. Time to do

your research and find the Real magick users.

When I woke up I was still in the graveyard. My night scope was smashed to itty bitty

pieces, but the tape recorder was still intact. I clicked rewind to see if it still worked and

amazingly it did. I pressed play.."nice escape newbie, you'll not get away next time." Deep,

resonant with underlying growling and snarling. The recorder slipped from my fingers and

landed on the ground unnoticed. I could sense the remains of that asshole's and the

monster's presence.

Well I wanted to know what the True Mysteries were. Guess I'll get to find out now.

Ki'Dasa Durga