Cameron opened herself up to me when she was a teenager. Those cute little parlor games of Tarot cards and Ouija boards had given way to a flirtation with Wicca. She had been such a cute little fluffy...dressing in black, calling herself titles she had not earned by writing her own Book of Shadows by hand, the sad little floppy attempts at casting what she called spells...From Catholic to witchcraft...I made sure to keep her away from quacks that had the name "silver" attributed to them. I knew that I had to have her ripeness. Wicca had fallen very far from the love cult that Gardiner had made as a joke with Crowley...it didn't even try to stay balanced...with so much leaning towards the moon goddess...it was quite easy to tip things this way and that, confusing her and her friends. None of them had even written a Book of Shadows....and they had called themselves a coven...hiding in an abandoned house...
Like many followers, of the man made religion, they had dabbled in things they took out of context. They fooled with rituals and prayers from other religions while remaining ignorant of many of the beliefs they bastardized. They had no idea whose energy they were meddling with most of the time. Whose sacred beliefs they were fumbling, or how many beings like me they were pissing off....traditions so old the reason for them was lost, but followed loyally throughout the eons by us.
Cameron had found something in her university library, her freshman year. She had been alone and alienated without her "coven." She had entered "the Stacks" aka the rare books floor of the library. Amongst colonial charters and records, diaries from renaissance Italy, letters from various wars, rare first editions,the crumbling artifacts of pulp and parchment...she stumbled on one of Isaac Newton's lesser known works. Newton had dabbled in the occult as well. Newton, minister that he was, practiced a form of magic called angel summoning.
The Christians of Newton's time believed that all magic was sinful, however it was a popular court thing to dabble in the occult. Angel summoning was seen as one of the cleanest form of magic. It all revolved around the concept that an Angel was a pure being. Upon the arrival of an angel, the flow of its energy would cleanse the small stain of evil magic that was used to summon it. The evil would be overwhelmed by the force of good...and the summoner would be sinless for his actions.
Being the good catholic girl she was, she played it safe. Unclean spirits, Fallen angels, angels that have not fallen...all names for beings in the Christian context. To other religions...gods, goddesses, demons, spirits, faerie, you name it. We know each other. Demon , devil, seraphim, cherabim...it could be confusing...even for us...and sometimes we get out of touch.
Her summoning was flawed, she lacked Newton's math as well as her neglect of a few details such as impurities among substances, understanding of the hierarchy of components, and the like...I kicked aside her protective circle like a child's hula hoop. Stupid girl. Another being would have gutted her, or made her jump off a building, or put her body on cruize control while it took her for a spin. Some of us are malicious, some helpful, some spiteful, some plain angry...and a few...a very select few...can be considered insane even by our standards....the ages take their toll. Most of us were never human to begin with. I however have always been one of the kinder examples of my bretheren. I decided to share residency.
I, myself alone, have been around for ages. I cannot recall ever being human. I coud have been once, I suppose. As I grew in power I became more aware. My intelligence grew with that awareness. I have learned much in Cameron's body. Much of that learning occurred as I sat quietly in her mind, leaving her at the helm, simply watching, listening, and keeping silent.
I remember the Romans who entered our forests ages ago. Long columns of polished Bronze dying...lost in the maze of walls we had build in the swampy terrain. We had butchered them that day. My host had been an Arian horde, but the Romans did not accept our version of Christianity. My general had served in the legions. I had been in a male body when we killed them. That same body is buried somewhere in what they call Germany today. The entity I had given the envelope to,housed in a different host had been there too. It had been a very long time since we had been in contact.
Cameron, if others of my ilk suspected her autonomy, might have a burial of her own, Very few of us allow our vessels that privelege. I prefer a simbiotic relationship instead of a parasitic one. I very rarely burn out a vessel. Others are much more in command. They destroy their vessels in a rapid succession. I prefer to get as much use out of them as I can. It does have some benifits.