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Mosquito Kill.
by Lance Reynard
Many of my friends in the late 80's were up and coming magicians and witches.
One chaos magician named Peter was particularly close (and annoying).
He loved to test me and my so-called powers and thought of countless ways to get me to prove the reality of the Cabala.
I accommodated him several times in his folly to see what would occur and also just to 'rub it in'.
One of these stories begins in the spring of 88',
when Peter and I met up in a local coffee house in the small city of St. Cloud Minnesota. (The Java Joint).
As he and I are chatting he says "Hey! I've got a quest for you." "A good deed to be done!"
He laughingly/cynically states with his sharp, vampire-like teeth.
He goes on to tell me that there is a place (quite secluded) by the river that he prefers to do his pagan rituals, (sky clad/naked) but there has been a sudden 'onslaught' of mosquitoes making it most difficult, if not impossible to do rituals in the nude. Or anything for that matter as you will be eaten alive by the clouds of verminous bugs.
So, of course I am up for the challenge and he and I head out to the spot by the river.
We walk for a couple of miles and then take some back trails just North of the Mississippi river then double back to an area, up upon a high hill but yet with a dent in the hill with low trees growing in the dent, creating a very humid area, which during rainy times would make the dent , 'swampy'.
We entered the area and I could see the scratchings of his past ritual works upon the area ,in which, he used as his 'circle'.
I asked him a few questions about where he left his clothes, which ritual tools he commonly used, and where the center of his circle usually was located.
Of course it was in the widest area, in the lowest open part of the dent.
As we approached the center of the circle on that foggy afternoon I noticed the mosquitoes become more and more aggressive and increase dramatically in numbers.
At first we were just randomly slapping them, but as we got closer to the center, it was constant slapping and whacking any spot of exposed skin.
Once I reached the circles center I stood still, hands to my sides, facing North and set to meditate, at the time being totally covered in hungry mosquitoes, for a minute or two.
The I moved directly where I felt that I could do the most good and walked out of the lower area to the to of a hill that was 150 yards over the river.
Keeping my trance state, as best I could while brushing the mosquitoes from me. I came to the top of the hill and reinforced the 'inner vision' of light, over head..
As I did this the clouds began to break and the sun and blue sky began to appear all across the sky.
Peter standing near behind me knows better than to talk during a 'process' but commented softly. "Pretty cool".
Then I went physically through the entire "Banishing ritual of the pentagram" and "B.R.H" (another ritual).
When I was finished with them both (@ 7 minutes) I ended standing, now facing East, then mad a quarter turn to the South with my arms out stretched.
I, personally, could not see how this situation could be resolved but merely asked for it to be taken care of and "done".
No more than four seconds had gone by when I noticed the only thing in front of me, in the sky, far off, yet directly in front of me, a bird.
Just a far off bird. As I stood, still with my arms outstretched to my sides (forming a cross) motionless, I watched the bird come to me, in a straight line.
Closer and closer directly at me. I did not move. The bird came straight and directly across my hairline at the center of my head, grazing my hair with it's feet.
From behind ,once again, I heard Peter, a bit louder, "Very cool."
I closed my eyes, still unmoving, and thanked the spirits for there presence and works and as I closed the ritual I heard Peter again.."Holy shit!"
I looked up to see flocks of birds, coming from all directions, descending down upon the area. I would venture to guess, that they were hungry birds.
I advised Peter that he had seen 'his miracle' and that we should not disturb the birds meals any further.
Now Peter never really started studying Cabala, too much work, but if you asked him today.
(by calling his pawn shop in Marshall Minnesota) he would most probably say "It was pretty cool!"

Peter is still alive if you want to talk to him.

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