Do No Harm

Good Intentions

A little white magic couldn’t hurt, Andi Cole thought to herself. It had been a while since she practiced it. She wasn’t even sure if she had the ability to cast a spell anymore. Like most things in life, the more you practice something, the more skill you develop, and the craft is no different. Maybe it would work since she never turned her back on the main concepts of white magic. She believed that you get what you put out in the universe, so when you put out good you get back good.

Andi never understood why the craft had so much outside negativity from onlookers. People seem to shy away if you even bring up the subject. This is why Andi kept this secret to herself. Most of her friends would think she had lost her mind if she told them about this part of herself. Her family, on the other hand, would completely get it. There had always been stories handed down in the family that hinted at the power of ancestors. Andi had felt it as a kid when unexplained things would happen. She felt it more as a young adult when she would hear voices when no one was there.

There had been many times in her life that she felt stronger power than others and all of those times were when she was the happiest with herself and her situation in life. Positiveness was a must. That was probably one of the main reasons Andi quit the practice. There was no denying that she went through a rough patch in life where she let a bunch of negativity surround her. It almost destroyed her. Her very soul had been slowly dying. She didn’t know how bad she had gotten until she got out of that situation.

Things had started going so well afterward that she didn’t realize how much she had wrapped herself up in a whole different situation. A situation that was good for her soul and now that it was over, her soul was lost again. Now she was desperate to get it back. She was desperate to get him back.

Daivik Brown. This man had been good for her soul until he wasn’t. Andi had never known anyone quite like him. He had a unique way of thinking and an equally unique way of doing things. He had told her so much about his past that it should have made her run from him, but for some reason it just pulled her closer to him. She never wanted to see him hurt again. She knew this wasn’t good for her, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. He was like a loner who wouldn’t allow people to get too close. His past seemed to affect him in such a way that he didn’t want to form bonds that might end later so it was like he would pull you in to just push you away. There had to be a way to get him to see he didn’t have to live that way. Yep, a little white magic was in store.

Andi gathered the things she thought she needed. Sage to cleanse. Salt for protection and recharging. Items he has given her throughout the years. A white candle for positivity and clarity. Her phone because it contained his photo. A blue pen and paper to write down intentions. The spell should be powerful, Andi thought as she began preparing the space. It was a new moon tonight and marked new beginnings.

First, she saged the area for her work along with all the items to be used. She sat her bowl in the middle and placed the smoldering sage. She placed the four items diagonally from each other on each side. She found his picture on her phone and placed it closest to her. On the top she placed a lite white candle. The salt was poured into a circle around the outside to protect the spell and recharge it when necessary. It was time to begin. Sitting Indian-style with palms facing up resting on her knees, Andi began chanting:

White as light Dark as night.

Remove doubt from Daivik's sight.

I’m the one he wants.

I’m the one he sees.

I’m the one on his mind.

I’m in his hopes, in his heart, and in his dreams.

As it is my will, so shall it be.

As Andi chanted, she focused on each item for a chant of three before ending on the sage for the final chant of three. Taking pen in hand, she wrote his name down three times, then turned it 90 degrees and wrote her name down over the top of it. She then wrote her intentions down, encircling the two names. Folding the paper three times, she held it to her chest while she envisioned him and said the chant one last time. She lit the paper on fire with the white candle and placed it in the bowl with the sage.

Do no harm, Andi had as an afterthought as she gathered the ashes from the spell to place on a cloth and tied it with twine, producing a little pouch. She gathered the items with the pouch and placed them on a shelf that was her altar. It was just a simple spell she reminded herself. She knew that it was wrong to just dabble in the craft, so she was going to make it a point to continue her practice this time.

“Nothing but positivity from now on,” Andi said out loud, then dusted her hands off, turning them palms up, “As it is my will. So shall it be.”