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Dark Sister: A Sorcerer's Love Story
     

Dark Sister: A Sorcerer's Love Story

by Lynn V. Andrews
 

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Lynn V. Andrews takes the reader with her as she goes on inward journeys with the help of the Sisterhood of the Shields, and relates the stories of others.

Join her as she is initiated into the Sisterhood and creates her own shield, which will show her the nature of her spiritual path (Spirit Woman). Follow her to the Yucatan, where the medicine wheel leads

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Lynn V. Andrews takes the reader with her as she goes on inward journeys with the help of the Sisterhood of the Shields, and relates the stories of others.

Join her as she is initiated into the Sisterhood and creates her own shield, which will show her the nature of her spiritual path (Spirit Woman). Follow her to the Yucatan, where the medicine wheel leads her, and she is faced with the terrifying reality of the butterfly tree (Jaguar Woman). Enter the Dreamtime with her, where she emerges in medieval England as Catherine, and encounters the Grandmother, who offers to show Andrews how to make her life one of goodness, power, adventure, and love (The Woman of Wyrrd).

Not all these stories describe the author's own spiritual experiences. Meet Sin Coraz?n, an initiate into the Sisterhood, whose husband abandons her. She nearly succumbs to her inner dark power and unleashes her rage on men and the Sisterhood (Dark Sister). Andrews also writes about the elder women of the Sisterhood: their loves, their lives, their losses (Tree of Dreams).

Andrews shows us how to channel our own spiritual and intellectual energy and balance the need for love with the desire for power (Love and Power). She takes the reader on numerous spiritual journeys that inevitably uplift.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781585425792
Publisher:
Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
08/16/2007
Pages:
272
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.70(d)
Age Range:
18 - 13 Years

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Chapter One

Darkness Defines the Light

Agnes perched like an old buzzard on the railing of her porch. The crisp northern air was laden with the scent of pine and wildflowers. Rocking back and forth in a rickety bentwood rocker, I watched Crow peck bread crumbs off the ground. He scolded me, cawing, and turned his head, watching me with his yellow eye. I had arrived at her cabin in Manitoba the day before, and I was grateful just to sit.

Agnes, wearing a jean skirt and a bright red blouse with her gray hair in thick braids, held up a tiny crystal to a ray of sunlight streaming through branches of a poplar tree. Suddenly, a burning flash of prismatic light, laserlike and profoundly bright, ricocheted off the crystal and into my eye. My head thumped back against the rocker as I yelled, "Good grief, Agnes, that hurt!"

"Sometimes the light can be too bright, too painful to look at."

"No kidding," I said, rubbing my eye.

Agnes, her Native American face creased and weathered from the years, settled her hands in her lap and looked off in the distance. "So," she continued, "if you can't yet adjust to the light of something, you perceive it in another way."

"What are you getting at?" I asked.

Agnes rubbed her belly. "You open your body-mind and perceive light like Ruby does. She absorbs light and shadow through her intent and has learned to see that way with her blind eyes. That's why no one is more aware than Ruby. There is nothing that she cannot see—even in total darkness. For her, there is always light, and it can no longer be taken from her."

"That's nice,Agnes," I said, "but you could have warned me."

"Sometimes a truth has to hurt a bit to be remembered." Agnes swirled the leaves in her mug of tea, poured out the liquid, and dumped the wet leaves into the palm of her hand. "Close your eyes," she ordered, "and lean back." Gently, Agnes placed a poultice of herbal tea leaves over my eyelid. "Does that help?" she asked, poking me in the ribs.

"Yes, yes," I said gratefully, relaxing as the heat penetrated and soothed my eye. "Thank you."

Several minutes passed as I sat in my self-imposed darkness.

"Can you see what I'm doing?" Agnes asked. I heard her feet shuffling on the worn floorboards of the porch.

"Of course not, Agnes," I said.

"Can you tell what I'm doing now; can you see me now?"

"I can tell that you're moving around, Agnes, but all I can see is darkness."

Agnes paused in silence for a moment. Then I heard her voice farther away and above, as if she were perched on the roof.

"When you see only darkness, you can perceive almost nothing that is happening around you—it's as if you are blind, even with your eyes open."

"Okay," I said, still not getting it.

"It's very simple," Agnes said. "The light, sunlight or wisdom, illuminates what is there. Simple and true—ignorance is born from not seeing what is there in front of you. When you live in the darkness of your soul, you cannot see the truth, a chair, an idea, or whatever is in existence for your benefit."

I sat for a long time, following Agnes's idea like a thread in a weaving. Finally, I swept the tea leaves into my hand and opened my eyes.

I was stunned to see that the moon was up and darkness had descended on the cabin. I heard a crow in the distance. Agnes was nowhere to be seen. I had an odd tugging sensation in my stomach, as if something very important was about to happen.

 

Meet the Author

Lynn Andrews is the author of nineteen books, including the New York Times bestsellers Medicine Woman and Jaguar Woman. A preeminent teacher in the field of personal development and spirituality, she is the founder of the Lynn Andrews Center for Sacred Arts and Training.

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