Sacred Memory

4 Dec

I grew up secular with my atheist dad.  So, I can’t recall any memory that could mean sacred.  However, I do remember  an incident where, in my pre-teens, I did get initiated into a SACRED circle.

We had just moved to a new town and so the idea of a new neighbourhood was super exciting for me.  I was a curious kinda nerd eager to explore the neighbourhood and forget the fact that I was a nerd.  The best place about moving to a new place is that one can start anew.  I didn’t want to be the nerd anymore and this was the break I needed.

Soon enough I became friends with a girl not quite next door.  I was floored by this new girl and her effervescent personality.  I immediately knew I had to be friends with her.  After all she was everything I wasn’t and this was the break I was desperately looking for.  I wanted to tell the world that we were BFFs but only I knew it better.  Instead I began biding my time for the right moment.

She couldn’t be BFFs with me until her friends approved.  She spoke of her friends the way I would have spoken of her.  She was in all awe of her friends.  She told me how cool all the girls were.  There were four of them in the “gang” – the cool gang.  Then she told me that the four of them made the sacred circle.  She wasn’t very confident if I would be accepted in the “circle” but she convinced me she’d do her best to get me in.

Finally, the day came for my initiation.  All morning I had been bugging my new friend to give me tips on how to confirm my position into the circle.  Suddenly, she was very mum about the whole thing, after all she said this was sacred. Then it was that time.  I was asked several questions on stuff I no longer remember… I answered with confidence [nerd that I was, it was relatively easier than I had thought].  Then the final hurdle.  I had to smoke pot.  What did they know!!!  I happened to be the kinda nerd who loved all things pot.

I was initiated.

The magic was gone.

I left the sacred circle.

It was all childish, very very childish.  The only thing I regret is how I had waited with abated breath to be a part of the sacred circle.  And with all things that you set very high expectations, the return can always be devastatingly charmless.  And thus, once I made into the circle, I realised they were as ordinary as I was and no amount of pot could change that fact.

Daily Prompt: Sacred

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3 Responses to “Sacred Memory”

  1. blogblog65 December 4, 2016 at 5:49 pm #

    I pray that you find a sacred circle more worthy of your hope.

    • s1ngal December 5, 2016 at 2:47 pm #

      That’s very nice of you, thank you.

      • blogblog65 December 9, 2016 at 8:29 pm #

        There are points of light throughout the world. Seek and you will find.

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