We are standing in front of a deep pit in the ground, a few yards away from Muntringer Road, Loretta and I and my animal guides, Perry and Kerry. Together Loretta and I had performed a simple magic spell to make the hole in the ground.
My heart is full of compassion for the bears, a mother and her cub. We hold hands as we begin our chant to honor the bears before burying them. Luckily Loretta and I can communicate without speaking and so the chant is performed in our heads. My eyes are closed out of respect and as a means of turning to my inner powers.
“O mighty Spirit of the Land, this land that we do not know so well but have been called to help in its time of need, please accept the bodies of these bears. We wish their spirits peace and comfort,” I begin.
Just then I hear a sound and look up just as a large form is materializing next to the grave on the other side. First one and then another. There is a silver glow around the edges of each of the forms.
“Thank you for your prayers. We have been waiting here by our bodies and have not been able to leave. Your words are what we needed in order to begin our journey. I am Tertrestes and this is my daughter, Trinia.” It is the spirit of the mother bear and her cub. She continues, ”however, we have one request to make.”
“Please tell us what you need,” says Loretta.
“We have been told to offer you our pelts. We will no longer need them and we know that you will be needing them very soon for warmth,” says the Tertrestes. “They will protect you from the cold but you will discover that they have other powers as well.”
“We would be honored to receive your furs.”
As soon I speak these words, we feel the furs on our bodies, sewn into beautiful, warm, raw silk, fabric-lined coats.
“Thank you.” Loretta and I speak in unison. We bow to the spirits of the bears and they bow in return and just as suddenly as they had materialized in front of us, their silvery forms disappear.
We continue our chant on into the sunset and finally are complete. We decide to rest there until the next morning when we will continue our journey. We are grateful for the furs and the air has become chilly as soon as the sun has gone down.
We eat a simple meal without cooking from stores that I have in my travel box. We lie on the furs, nestled together. I drift off to sleep but not before noticing what looks like the glow of yellow eyes in the nearby forest. As my mind registers these eyes just before drifting off, I realize that I had seen them earlier too, while we were completing the ritual.