Chapter Thirty Five
By Sunday afternoon, I could partially control my spirit light – as long as I was inside and was only exposed to the wind for short bursts. When it refused my commands, I would get highly frustrated.
“Noooo…” I yelled at myself as Tray slammed the window shut.
“Refocus and you can try it again,” Celeste instructed.
“You don’t seem to understand…I just can’t do this. It refuses to obey me…” I whined.
“Yes, you can do this, but it takes practice. So please, try again,” Celeste stated and turned the volume up on the music.
Sitting in the middle of the now empty den, I attempted to lift the light and control it. All the furniture had been removed from the room for safety and Boo was playing at the creek. Getting him to leave took some major persuasion. I couldn’t practice with him anywhere around because I didn’t want to accidentally fry him.
The music helped call to my spirit light and it began to rise. I gestured to Tray and he opened the window again. The frigid air quickly surrounded me. I absorbed its energy and the light sparkled as it danced with the air.
“Direct the wind to come to me…” Celeste said.
I focused on her aura and ordered the wind accordingly. At first it acted like it was going to finally do what I asked of it. Then, it suddenly changed directions and surrounded me. It was acting like an obstinate child. My spirit light and the wind responded to my growing aggravation and spun around with greater force.
This same thing had happened all day. The only time I had control is when they surrounded me. In order to start learning to channel, I have to be able to direct my spirit light. Using the wind is a logical choice because it helps me to control it at the creek…
Then, I had a brilliant idea.
Reversing the direction of the wind, I tested my theory. The air immediately did as I instructed and spun around me clockwise. Next, I commanded the light to form above my head. It also followed my command and formed a brilliant arc. After drawing the wind inside the arc, I looked up and stated, “Wind, go to Tray…”
The light radiated from the top of the arc and allowed the wind to escape. It surrounded my brother and it looked so funny. It was like a miniature cyclone had hit him and I began to laugh. The wind responded to my emotion and started spinning faster.
Tray’s hair was being tousled and his shirt flew up across his face. He uselessly struggled against the windstorm as he tried to tame his shirt. Then, he shoved the window closed. His windblown hair was certainly a sight.
Everyone – well, except my brother – was laughing, uncontrollably.
“I asked the wind to take a message to Tray when you fainted at the creek. I guessed that it might be more willing to go to him…” I explained to everyone.
“You must have guessed right,” Rave stated and tried to stifle his laughter.
“I’ll say,” Celeste agreed.
I tried to get control of myself, but holding laughter inside is really difficult. It looked like I had the hiccups or a mild seizure disorder.
“Very, very funny, Ember…” Tray stated playfully and then he laughed along with us.
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