Bitch

        Burried alive, Magie awoke with fear and rage. She clawed and kicked.
  The good Preacher Foster had decreed her execution. She was bound and
  thrown into a pit. There the true believers threw stones on her and shovelled
  Magie under. Her grave was unmarked. Preacher Foster spoke "Although I
  love my daughter. She is not like us. She is better left to natural selection."
  They all left her for dead.
        The body of Mr. Septimus Bons had been found in a shockingly mutilated
  condition. He had been Magie's teacher. Many long nights had he spent
  with Magie. She was not inclined to accept the path of the Fifth Root Race.
  It was necessary for her progress into womanhood. "The human race
  stands in this current phase of evolution. The Sixth and Seventh will
  follow making humans Gods." Mr. Septimus Bons had explained.
        Magie had master every Divine Right. Still, she refused to accept her
  divinity. "Dear Lord hear my plea! I am your daughter and I love you more
  than my life!" these were Magie's final words in the pit. The moon was full
  that summer night; Magie rose from her grave. The spiritual community of
  Findhorn in the highlands of Scotland was deep in sleep.
      The house of Elia Bacon was struck first. Bloody torn bodies and a
  shattered timber door were left behind. The screams of the Bacon family
  had brought the community out into the streets. "A deamon is loose!"
  Preacher Foster hollered, "We must take arms!" Lightning sparked from
  his hands as did all of the other true believers. Every member of Fifth Race
  was skilled in spiritual combat. It was assumed that the Bacon family had been
  caught in sleep.
      A pattern search was made in two circles. One moved through the streets
  the other the hillside. Amazed and fustrated that not one intruder could be located;
  the ancient art of mind sifting was evoked. Each member knew the mind of the
  other. If their was an intruder their presense would be felt in the collective
  conciousness. "Either our enemies' magic is stronger than ours or the murder
  is one of us!" Preacher Foster proclaimed in the great Hall of Discovery.
  Every member held hands in a circle and openned their minds completely.
  There was no murder amongst them.
      Violet Bowen screamed. She had seen the shadow of a deamon behind the
  stain glass window of the DNA double helix. Preacher Foster ran out of the
  domed temple with several of his strongest mages. A wolf lunged at his throat.
  Lightning crackeled from his hands onto the beast. He threw the wolf to the
  ground and seven mages unleased their lightning upon their prey. The cobble
  stone caught fire as the wolf rose up and howled, "My father!"
      Preacher Foster raised his right hand and commanded the mages to stop,
  "Kabbalah! My daughter has attained the Sixth Race. She is born again!"
  The community cheered with their tongues like swallows. Magie bowed her
  head as her father stroked her thick fur. She was immortal and one with nature.
  Satori!


  Reflection: "A child doesn't think. The child plays with toys and lets the fingers
                  go where they may and it is equally true the toys are playing with
                  the child." Master Hoyen of Gosozen(1140AD).

  +++
    ^^^