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In as powerful the Sacred Circle is within its protection, so is the evil its bounderies attract.  Although modern society has begun to recognise the continued need for the Sacred Circle, like the doorways opened by playing with the Spirit World, people do not yet understand why they must disperse the Circle when finished.

 

The people who live here have forgotten that they were assigned to protect the bounderies.  They live in the pathway in ease with their position, but they have forgoten their purpose.  As an outsider, I can see that they are gaurdians no longer, but more like guides.  Most of them do not know their own history.  They know only that they dwell within a Sacred Circle, and that is why their experience is unique.  They see and hear with narrowed spirits the path between.  It was only a matter of time before one of them came to my office. 

 

"Have a seat."  I have worked with anxiety issues before, but I have never felt such aggitation.

 

"I read your book."

 

"I understand that is what brought you here."  Nothing like getting straight to the point.  Those were the kinds of patients I most enjoyed working with.

 

"Yes."  I waited for more, this one word just a plug to flow that I could feel waiting.

 

"You know Circlehallow.  I mean you've actually been there."

 

"I have.  Several times.  You have as well, I see."

 

"Yeah.  Yeah, I've been there.  I lived there."  Now I could feel the tension in my own body, like a childishly tuned guitar.  "See?  That's what I thought!  You won't just think I'm crazy!  I've got to tell someone.  The dreams are back!  you're a shrink-you can make this go away!"

 

'Wait a minute!  Slow down!"  This person wanted a miricle.  The fact is I had been to Circlehallow, and I had no doubt something had happened that had driven them to think they were crazy.  This is the moemtn I had wished for since that little town first came to my attention, but I did not know if I was capable.  Then it was too late.

 

"If you've been there you've seen the memorial on this side of the creek.  It's nice enough, even plesant at times.  I went on a couple picnics just behind there.  Of course that was Before.

 

"Who hadn't been behind that memorial?  Especially at night.  If you were in puberty and living in Circlehallow, you've been out there at night!  So it wasn't any big deal when the fellow I was kissing on asked me to meet him out there that night.  It wasn't liek we could be together in public, things being the way they were, so it didn't seem strange at all.

 

Maybe when the doorseemed to slam on me as I was leaving, I felt a little weird, but it did look like it was a windy night.  And I contributed the stranges sounds I heard on the way to more wind blowing things about in the dark.  It's natural to be afraid of things that go bump in the night, especially if you're already jacked up on hormones, right?  I just wanted to get there and, well, you know.  I wanted to be in his arms.  What did I know!

 

Nothing!  Let me tell you!  It was almost like that place glowed.  If I hadn't been high on lust, I never would have gone near the place, but the whole park seemed to swell with light.  Not something harsh like the doctor's office, but glowing like a candle.  It was even kind of warm like that.

 

Or maybe it was me.  I don't remember anything but kisses until we were at the clearing.  I didn't even know it was there. I could hear the wind, but I couldn't feel it.  The air around me felt stale.  My chest even hurt from breathing so hard, and my head was spinning.

 

There was a humming sound in the midst of my confusion, and I felt him take my hand and lead me...somewhere.  It's so cloudy now.  But in the night-when I wake up screaming-there is nothing there but the memories."  I could tell it was a great strain to share this with me.  I know this was the answer I had been saerching for, but like my patient, I was terrified of where this tale would take us.

 

I am more than just a professional in mental health.  I also practice spiritual health.  Many individuals who seek aid form a psychiatrist, are merely seeking a balance between spiritual needs and physical requirements.  On occassion I meet someone who needs more than balance, or even basic psychiatry.  There are some deamons for whom there is no cure.

 

I called my secretary and asked her to re-schedule all my appointments for the day.