6th Year Divination Class Part 2
Lorelei smudged the Divination classroom high in the North Tower with broad flat leaves of the white sage plant today, hoping to open the 'inner eye' of her charges. Walking around the divination classroom, she held the burning leaves in a shell and wafted the cleansing smoke with a hawk feather.
Some of them are so close to their inner vision they can't even see it.
She smiled. The young had the world before them... an open book... if they would but take it up and read.
Today's lesson was to simply practice with and use the black scrying mirrors the students made last week. Lorelei pulled from a desk drawer her old battered mirror she'd made so many years ago. It was a simple square picture frame with the back of the glass painted black... painted in symbols and mixed with her own blood of course, but nothing fancy, like the several she'd collected in the years since making her first.
She breathed deep of the incense and sat at the head of the class, gazing... wondering ... scrying...
What questions would be most useful to ponder today?
Some of them are so close to their inner vision they can't even see it.
She smiled. The young had the world before them... an open book... if they would but take it up and read.
Today's lesson was to simply practice with and use the black scrying mirrors the students made last week. Lorelei pulled from a desk drawer her old battered mirror she'd made so many years ago. It was a simple square picture frame with the back of the glass painted black... painted in symbols and mixed with her own blood of course, but nothing fancy, like the several she'd collected in the years since making her first.
She breathed deep of the incense and sat at the head of the class, gazing... wondering ... scrying...
What questions would be most useful to ponder today?