Danielle Young dips her fingers in a small bowl of water and sprinkles it in a circle, cleansing the space around her. She raises a delicate wooden spoon want toward the heavens in four directions, calling on the guardians of the North, South, East, and West, as well as upon the ancestors and Mother Earth.
“Magic is about intent,” she says, clutching a white quartz crystal to her chest.
“If you do not believe, it cannot occur.”
As she intones during the ritual, Reverend Donald Lewis replies, his eyes closed.
“So mote it be,” Young says.
“So mote it be,” Lewis repe
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